That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 171 A bowl of plain noodles and half Jiangdu
The prodigal son walked into the mountain gate and came to the temple gate, where an old monk stood quietly waiting.

The old monk stretched out his hand as if blocking the way.

The prodigal laughed, with merciless ridicule and disdain, "Don't tell me who you are, and don't tell me which lackey you are, you can stop me, just shoot, you can't stop me , just give way obediently."

The old monk had deep self-cultivation, and he didn't show any anger, just shook his head and sighed.

The prodigal smiled nonchalantly, took a step forward, and then reached out to pat the old monk on the shoulder.

The old monk's face was solemn, and his whole body instantly showed a dull golden color. Behind him was the appearance of the three-faced Avalokitesvara with three faces and thousands of hands, which was ten feet tall. On the one hand, he lowered his eyebrows compassionately, on the other hand, he smiled with flowers, and on the other hand, he was calm and waveless, with thousands of hands and arms. Moving together, forming handprints, the golden light flourishes, weaving a golden curtain from all directions.

But the next moment, the prodigal son had already passed through this glorious golden curtain, lightly patted the old monk on the shoulder, and passed the old monk straight into the temple gate.

The old monk's face turned gray immediately, not only the golden light from his body dissipated, but he could no longer maintain the image of Avalokitesvara behind him.

The old monk put his palms together and stood there with his eyes closed, looking like a statue.

Jiming Temple was still full of visitors, but everyone turned a blind eye to the scene just now.

After the prodigal son entered the temple gate, he wandered around until he came to the main hall.

At this time, the main hall was empty, and there were no pilgrims, only an old man in black with white hair and shawl standing with his hands behind his back.

The prodigal son stopped and said with a smile, "You are indeed here, it seems that I guessed correctly."

The old man in black hummed.

The prodigal son said with emotion: "I haven't seen you for many years. You didn't go to Biyou Island last time. It's a great pity."

"Regret? What is there to regret?" The old man smiled lightly, "To see Gongsun Zhongmou die in battle, or to see you fleeing in embarrassment?"

The prodigal son chuckled, "Fleeing in embarrassment? It's appropriate, but it depends on who escaped from. The two biggest gods in the world failed to keep me. Isn't that enough to be proud?"

The old man turned around slowly, and calmly said: "If you have anything to say, just say it, don't beat around the bush."

The handsome man in brocade clothes smiled softly: "It's actually very simple. I'm tired of staying in the icy and snowy north. I want to enjoy the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River in another place. Two of the three women in Jiangdu City are with you. I have a very close relationship with your old master, so I will say hello to you in advance, so as not to say that I bully orphans and widows in the future."

The old man looked at the young man fixedly and asked, "Aren't you afraid of repeating the same mistakes?"

"Repeat the same mistakes?" The young man seemed to have heard some joke, and sneered, "Last time, Zhang Xueyao moved in her man, Gongsun Zhongmou. Brother Zhongmou has the fairy sword Zhuxian in his hand, so I should stay away from him. This time, Gongsun Zhongmou has Death, his heirs are not good enough, and Qiuye was also seriously injured by the battle on Biyou Island, unless they can invite Wanyan Beiyue, who can stop me?!"

Who can stop me?These words are really domineering.

The old man is Zhang Baisui, Mr. Ping An, but he remained silent in the face of these words.It is true that the realm of the great bodhisattva in front of him is so high that even Wanyan Beiyue, who is determined to put him to death, is helpless. I am inferior to Wanyan Beiyue, and I am not this person's opponent.

Talking about the masters in the world, Qiu Ye, the head teacher of Taoism, stands on the top of the world, and the next two are between brothers, only half a line away from Qiu Ye. And Murong Xuanyin, the leader of the Xuanjiao, and because of the discord between the two, the Houjian court and the Houjian Xuanjiao fought endlessly, just like the undercurrent of the Daqi court and the Daoist sect.

These three people and the rest of the earth immortals have a clear distinction in terms of realm cultivation. They could be counted as Gongsun Zhongmou. Zhu Xian's Gongsun Zhongmou cannot be regarded with common sense, except for Qiu Ye, no one dares to say that he is sure of victory against Shang Gongsun Zhongmou.

It's a pity that Gongsun Zhongmou has already died at the hands of Qiuye, but Qiuye won the victory not easily. The last magic-suppressing cone cost him ten years of cultivation, although Qiuye is still No. 1 in the world even if he loses ten years of cultivation. .[-], but it hindered his perfect path of ascension, so he must make up for his cultivation as soon as possible, and will not go down the mountain easily in a short time.

Zhang Baisui's face was solemn, and after a long time he said slowly: "Murong Xuanyin, you might as well give it a try."

The young man waved his big sleeves, revealing his true face, with a little cinnabar red between his eyebrows, which seemed to be vertical eyes, black hair cascading down to his waist, eyes like cold stars, face like a crown of jade, white clothes like snow, with three eyes on his whole body. One part heroic, three parts coquettish, three parts charming, and one part awe-inspiring killing intent.

It was Murong Xuanyin who was called by Gongsun Zhongmou to have the male body and female appearance of Avalokitesvara.

Murong Xuanyin took a step forward.

A circle of energy ripples centered on the place where Murong Xuanyin settled down, and spread out to the surroundings.

There is a strong wind in the hall.

The three golden statues of the Buddha of the third generation enshrined in the main hall were shaking endlessly!

Zhang Baisui's black robe rattled.

Murong Xuanyin said softly: "Zhang Baisui, you just provoked the Daoists in Jiangdu, and now you want to provoke me? You are not Tianchen, don't be so overconfident."

Zhang Baisui remained indifferent, his whole body's energy instantly climbed to the peak, and his left hand and right hand respectively manifested the two phases of a dragon and a tiger.

Dragons and tigers howled for a while in the hall.

Murong Xuanyin laughed loudly, the laughter shook the whole Great Hall of Great Heroes, and the dust fell down. After restraining his laughter, he said solemnly: "Zhang Baisui, call you Zhang Changsheng, you really think you are Changsheng!" Immortal god? I still say the same thing, don’t tell me how many floors you are an earth fairy, how many minions you have under your command, and how many tricks the master behind you has. .”

Zhang Baisui's face was gloomy and uncertain. He was not afraid of fighting Murong Xuanyin, but just as Murong Xuanyin said, he had already provoked a Taoist sect. If he provoked another Murong Xuanyin at this juncture, no matter how powerful he was It is also necessary to smash the halberd and sink the sand in the south of the Yangtze River.The matter that His Majesty explained is the most important thing, since Murong Xuanyin can't be frightened, why not just let him go?After all, those three women are not soft persimmons, and Murong Xuanyin may not be able to shake the three of them with her own strength.

Zhang Baisui sighed softly, slowly removed the dragon and tiger figures from his hands, and said: "I will tell your Majesty what you said, and whether you can gain a foothold in the south of the Yangtze River depends on your means. .”

Seeing Zhang Baisui let go, Murong Xuanyin's expression returned to a cynical and playful expression again, and suggested: "I heard that the plain noodles at Jiming Temple are good, how about I treat you to a bowl?"

Zhang Baisui said flatly: "It's too expensive for a bowl of plain noodles in half of Jiangdu, I can't afford it."

Murong Xuanyin lowered his head and stroked his lower abdomen, and said softly: "I have been hungry for a long time, and my appetite will naturally increase. Don't say it is a Jiangdu, even a Jiangnan, I can eat it."

Zhang Baisui didn't say a word, turned and left the Daxiong Hall.

The strange thing is that just now the two of them confronted each other in the Daxiong Palace. Under the shock of Qi, even the three heavy Buddha statues were shaking endlessly, but there was nothing abnormal outside, and the monks in the temple still had no signs aware.

Inside the Daxiong Palace, Murong Xuanyin stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the Buddha.

Not long after, a woman walked in, dressed in white and white shoes, wearing a white gauze cloak and a hood that was integrated with the cloak, covering her forehead, and her face was covered with a gauze, revealing only a pair of bright black eyes .

The woman walked up to three feet behind Murong Xuanyin with small steps, bowed her head respectfully, and said softly, "Master."

Murong Xuanyin still stared at the Buddha statue of the third generation fixedly, and asked without turning his head: "How is the preparation going?"

"There is nothing wrong with it." The woman replied with lowered eyes.

"It's no different than the north side, where fish and dragons are mixed together." Murong Xuanyin finally moved his eyes away from the Buddha statue, and said slowly: "I trained a total of 12 of your sisters back then, and established twelve palace sects in various places. Last time I entered the river Du, brought six people, and the last six were all lost in the city of Jiangdu, you have the highest achievement among the 12 people, I don't want you to repeat the mistakes of the six of them."

The woman's expression suddenly became serious, and she respectfully agreed.

Murong Xuanyin waved his hand.

The woman slowly exited the Daxiong Hall backwards.

(End of this chapter)