Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 265 Trouble
Zhang Lingluo glanced at Xie Fu, as if to say that he was really ignorant, and said, "Wenting temple fairs are always in a hurry. These martial arts people who come to ask for help are already on the verge of breaking through their cultivation. How can we wait? Wait, if the tribulation fails,

It's okay to die and fight, but if the disorder becomes a demon, it will immediately become a disaster, and directly kill the Quartet in this Zhuangsheng Temple. "

Xie Fu never thought of this, and asked: "Then what should we do?"

Zhang Lingluo said with a faint smile: "If it's me, if there is no way to help them survive the catastrophe, I would rather kill them by mistake than let them go, and kill them all first."

Xie Fu was secretly surprised, but said lightly: "It's kind of cruel."

Zhang Lingluo said meaningfully: "I don't think this is the first time this happened today."

Xie Fu immediately heard Zhang Lingluo's implication. He was afraid that someone had done it before, and asked tentatively: "But I have never heard of it. People in Wen Ting should not do this. If they really did it, wouldn't it be humiliating?" Wen Ting's reputation."

Zhang Lingluo said with a smile: "Of course Wen Ting's people would not do this. Naturally, there will be people who secretly do such dirty work. I think if someone really becomes a demon in this Zhuangsheng Temple, he will definitely not be allowed to leave alive."

As Ms. Zhang Clan, Zhang Lingluo should have come into contact with some more core secrets from her words, and it seems that this Wenting Temple Fair has something else hidden, Xie Fu said: "You just said that there are too many martial arts masters today, and Wen Dao There are too few masters, if some martial arts masters fail in this Zhuangsheng Temple, what should we do if they become chaotic and become demons."

Zhang Lingluo took a deep look at Xie Fu, "Prevention before it happens is better than repairing it before it happens."

Hearing this, Xie Fu thought to himself, from this point of view, this Wenting temple fair is an opportunity and a trap for those martial arts practitioners who have no background or sect.

Xie Fu suddenly understood why the man named Ma Yuan stepped into the fourth rank just now, but was so humble when facing Zhang Lingluo, begging for his acceptance.

Zhang Lingluo said indifferently: "Those fourth-rank and fifth-rank people who fail to cross the catastrophe are nothing to be afraid of, just kill them. What Wen Ting fears most is that those who are first- and second-rank people fail to cross the catastrophe. As long as such masters become demons, That would be a catastrophe for the entire martial art."

Xie Fu blurted out: "Throw away the car and save the handsome!"

Zhang Lingluo said indifferently: "Four of the martial arts masters who came this time are of the fourth rank. If they succeed in crossing the tribulation, they will step into the third rank. I think Suzhou Wenting will focus on these four people, but it just so happens that Xie Ting is in good health. I'm sick, and I can't recite the mantra of congratulations, I'm afraid it will be troublesome."

Xie Fu said: "By the way, I heard that people in literature and Taoism can heal their diseases by reciting mantras, so they can't heal themselves."

Zhang Lingluo said: "Since you can heal others, you can also heal yourself. However, in my opinion, Lord Xie Ting is not really sick. Lord Xie Ting is exhausted and unable to spend a lot of energy to recite the mantra for those martial arts masters."

Xie Fu said: "Before the start of the Wenting Temple Fair, one should recharge your energy and make preparations. Since Master Xie Ting is the leader of Wenting in Suzhou, he probably won't understand this."

Zhang Lingluo smiled and said, "Do you know what nickname Xie Tingzhu has in the eyes of ordinary people?"

Following Zhang Lingluo's intention, Xie Fu asked, "What nickname?"

"Living fairy!"

Xie Fu suddenly realized, "You mean that Xie Tingzhu has been using mantras to heal ordinary people."

Zhang Lingluo said calmly: "It seems to be after the last Wenting temple fair."

Xie Fu said: "Lord Xie Ting's selflessness is admirable, but I think this is Wen Ting's duty and mission!"

But Zhang Lingluo said: "My humble opinion! I don't know how many people will die if one person becomes a demon, and whose head will be counted for those lives."

Xie Fu said: "If there is no martial arts in the world, then no one will become a demon."

Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "Since you think there is no martial arts in the world, why do you join martial arts? Some things cannot be stopped, and since they exist, there is a reason for their existence."

Xie Fu replied: "I was also forced to do nothing."

Zhang Lingluo was surprised when she heard this, Xie Fu smiled and added: "I also want to be able to protect the people I want to protect."

Zhang Lingluo said lightly: "Who is not being forced."

Xie Fu turned to say: "According to what you just said, I'm a little worried for Xie Tingzhu."

Although he had never met him before, but just now he heard that Xie Tingzhu has been using mantras to treat common people's diseases, Xie Fu has a very good impression of him in his heart.

And judging from Zhang Lingluo's tone just now, Master Xie Tingzhu's move seems to have a great impact on him, and his practice is like sailing against the current, if he does not advance, he will retreat.

Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "You don't have to worry too much, the Lingshan General Court will send three purple-clothed profound masters who are at Banxuan to help."

Xie Fu said: "That's great."

Zhang Lingluo said calmly: "I think it should be here, let's go there."

The two walked back and chatted.

"A master of literature and Taoism is very capable. Reciting the mantra to exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases is just one of them. Healing diseases for ordinary people is curing diseases of physical pain. For people in martial arts to overcome calamity, it is curing diseases of mental state .”

Xie Fu answered, "Other than that?"

Zhang Lingluo smiled and said, "Martial arts masters can still confuse people's hearts."

"Confused?"

Zhang Lingluo said: "Have you ever heard of referring to a deer as a horse? It is clearly a deer, but everyone says it is a horse."

Xie Fu smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of Zhao Gao's majesty and dare not speak out?"

Zhang Lingluo said calmly: "History is naturally recorded in this way, otherwise how can I explain it to ordinary people."

Xie Fu was surprised: "You mean that Zhao Gao is also a master of literature and art."

Zhang Lingluo said indifferently: "Talking a deer into a horse is just the most common illusion to confuse people's hearts. A powerful literary master can even create dreams."

Xie Fu asked: "What kind of dream is created?"

Zhang Lingluo said indifferently: "I don't know either, probably like King Xiang of Chu's dream of meeting Wushan Goddess, Cao Cao's dream of three horses in the same pit, Emperor Sui's dream of flooding the city, etc."

Xie Fu wondered in his heart, could there be conspiracy behind these historical stories? Although it was a dream, the impact of these dreams was huge, killing wars and turning the tide of the situation.

If it is really a dream created intentionally by a literary master, then the literary master is really terrible, creating a dream can cause chaos in the world.

"Miss Zhang, is it true that masters of literary arts have such supernatural powers?"

Zhang Lingluo murmured: "It is said that extremely powerful literary masters can also create illusions, and when they deceive your spirit, they can also deceive your body. That's why some people once said that they have been to hell, and some people once said that they have been to heaven. I think this should be an illusion created by the literary masters."

Xie Fu asked: "What does it mean to deceive your body when you deceive your spirit?"

Zhang Lingluo said: "In the illusion, you can feel real emotions. If you die in the illusion, you will really die."

Xie Fu said in surprise, "Isn't that just as real?"

Zhang Lingluo said indifferently: "Who knows what is true and what is false, just like where you are now, and what is beyond this vast time and space, maybe it is just an illusion created by people outside."

As Zhang Lingluo said, she suddenly squatted down, picked up a dead leaf and covered it with a crawling ant, and stirred the soil around the ant with a branch.

He said: "Blinding the eyes with a leaf, it's like the ant doesn't know what's going on, and thinks the sky is falling apart."

Xie Fu responded: "It's too far away."

Zhang Lingluo said with a smile: "I always have to find out why, either a fool or a saint."

While speaking, the two had already reached a wide hall in the back hall.

There were more than ten people gathered in the hall, more than half of them were wearing Wen Ting Taoist clothes, a total of eight people, two in purple clothes, two in green clothes, and four in green clothes, corresponding to the level of Wen Ting Dao cultivation is also half-mysterious. , Great Confucianism, orthodox Confucianism.

There are two people sitting in the middle of the opposite door, both wearing the same purple clothes. One of them is the elegant middle-aged man Xie Jing, the court master of Suzhou Wen court. Far inferior to Yu Zhong, who looked like he was exhausted mentally.

The other person, who is older and close to sixty years old, is Shen Yue, the purple-clothed profound master who came from Lingshan Wenting.

The remaining few people are the core figures of Zhu Clan and Zhang Clan, Zhu Jiuchun and his junior sister are also among them.

Everyone's faces were serious, because this time Lingshan Wenting only sent a purple-clothed profound master.

In other words, only one purple-clothed profound master could not help four fourth-rank warriors to cross the catastrophe at the same time.

And Wuzhong's four big tycoons have already negotiated in secret, as long as these four people successfully step into the third rank after crossing the robbery, they will each recruit one of them.

To mobilize the crowd, with so much effort, it is natural to take advantage of it. There is a world of difference between a third-rank warrior and a fourth-rank warrior.

Originally, Lord Xie Ting used up a lot of energy and was unable to recite the words of congratulations, which had already caused the four great powers a headache. Now that only one profound master in purple came to Lingshan, it made them even more troubled.

How to do?According to their current ability, they can only recite the mantra for one of the four ranks, what about the remaining three ranks of four?
Go for it?Maybe he can successfully cross the catastrophe by himself.

They don't dare to fight, it's okay to die and fight, once they become chaotic and become demons, they will not only be violent and bloodthirsty, but also greatly increase their cultivation base.

It's okay for one person to become a demon, maybe they have the confidence to siege and kill them. If three people become demons at the same time, the consequences will be really unimaginable.

If it is impossible to kill the three demons without leaking the news, then the city will be full of disturbances, and this Wenting temple fair will probably become a joke.

It is related to the entire Wen Dao Wen Ting. Suzhou Wen Ting cannot afford such a big responsibility, nor can the four big tycoons in Wuzhong.

In fact, everyone already has an idea in their hearts, even if they don't want to.

One of the Tsing Yi Confucian masters asked: "Master Shen Xuan, why are you the only one here?"

Shen Yue said lightly: "There is something wrong with Lingshan, so I'm the only one who came here."

Xie Jing lowered her eyes lightly, just now Shen Yue secretly revealed a shocking news to him, a few months ago the 110-year-old Wen Sheng passed away.

Lingshan Wenting has been keeping this news secret. Once it gets out, the world will be in chaos and the order of martial arts will be in chaos.

The Lord of Lingshan Wenting has no successors!
And Wensheng is in the order of heaven, which is related to the luck of the land of Shenzhou, so it was only a few months ago that floods and plagues broke out in Daguan Kingdom.

The Tsing Yi Confucian teacher asked again: "What happened to delay such an important matter as the temple fair?"

Xie Jing said, "Kerry, don't ask any more."

Some things can't be said, even if you ask a thousand times, you still can't say it, but how long can the secret of the death of the literary sage be kept hidden.

In this serious atmosphere, footsteps came from the door, and Zhang Lingluo walked in with Xie Fu.

(End of this chapter)