Yuxiang

"Clean glass bottle!" The old nun Cijing's Zen heart was like water, and at this moment, she couldn't help making waves.

"Breaking the ban!"

A look of joy flashed in the eyes of the old man surnamed Lei: "Help me too! Get out of the way!"

The figure suddenly flew up, turned into a blue light and shot towards Murong Xianxian's direction, although the others were a step behind, they also flew up afterward, and more than a hundred lights scrambled to chase after Murong Xianxian.

Murong Xianxian didn't come to make wedding dresses for them, the corner of her mouth curled up slightly, she pointed her finger back, and a little auspicious light suddenly flew out from the tip of her finger... Even with the help of a sword array, she would not dare to shake these monks hard take the risk.But Buddhist magical powers are most suitable for defense. She blocked the enemy with Zhan Sandalwood Buddha light, which was enough to restore the prohibition.

A round of Buddha's light rose slowly, and suddenly blocked the hundreds of escaping lights like a curtain.

"No reason!"

"Girls are rude!"

"Bold!"

All kinds of shouts came one after another, those monks were not easy to deal with, and the Buddha light curtain was torn apart by countless ray of light almost in an instant... However, with only this moment of delay, Murong Xianxian and others had already entered the purple sky. In the fog, as the passage paved by the glow moved forward, a puff of purple light mist bloomed again, blocking the gap.

boom! boom! boom!

More than a hundred magic weapons and flying swords bombarded the light of the purple mist, but they were bounced high as before, and they still couldn't break the ban.

"Cijing, do you know those people?" The old man surnamed Lei was very angry. After jumping around and scolding for a while, he turned his head to look at the old nun who had been calmly by the side.

"Amitabha!"

The old nun Cijing uttered the Buddha's name and shook her head slightly: "The monks don't tell lies, and the poor nun doesn't know those people. However, I have heard about that treasure."

"Huh? Is yours that bottle?" The old man surnamed Lei scratched his head, and he also felt that he had heard it before, but he couldn't think of it for a while.

The old nun Cijing raised her eyebrows slightly, "The owner of this place had such a magic weapon in the past. Fellow Daoist Lei, you probably don't know who the owner of this place is, don't you?"

"It's really a pure glass bottle?!"

The old man surnamed Lei was shocked. When the old nun called out just now, he didn't hear very clearly. Now that the two phases are authenticated, his expression suddenly changed: "Didn't that magic weapon have already ascended to the fairy world with the owner here? How could it be returned?" Stay in the lower realm?"

The old nun Cijing smiled lightly, and said: "The patriarch has incarnated thousands of times in the past, traveled around the world, and left behind many Taoisms. It is not an accident that he left his treasures in a certain Taoism."

A monk suddenly said: "Old nun, since you are from the same sect, it will be easy..."

"Wait a minute."

The old nun Cijing interrupted him: "We may be the same patriarch, but we are not necessarily from the same sect!"

"What do you mean?" The cultivator suddenly showed a hostile expression on his face.

"It's not interesting. Even if the poor nun has the audacity to recognize me, they may not recognize me as a fellow student. What are your plans not to include me. However,"

The old nun Cijing paused for a moment, and continued: "It's not harmful to take something that has no owner. But this place obviously already has an owner. I advise fellow Taoists not to think about it again."

"Hmph! The master here has already ascended to the fairy world. That generation just broke through with a treasure similar to a pure glass bottle. How did he become the master here? Old nun Cijing, let's meet each other. Since You have scruples, and I hope that you will not help each other, lest old friends turn against each other!"

"Amitabha!" The old nun Cijing was not angry, but just proclaimed the Buddha's name, took out a futon and meditated on the spot.

"Master, is that person really the same patriarch as us?"

The old nun Cijing did not come alone. Behind her stood a middle-aged nun who had already reached the late stage of Chunyang, and her cultivation was not weak.

"Is it possible for others to grasp the clean glass bottle? I just don't know if it's true or not." The old nun Cijing whispered, as if answering or talking to herself.

In the purple mist, it was another scene at this time. As soon as Murong Xianxian and others entered the purple mist, purple light mist was sprayed out from their feet, blocking off their backs. This was right in Murong Xianxian's arms. The crowd landed in an open field.

Everyone looked intently, and saw densely packed purple bamboos behind them and on the left and right. Most of these purple bamboos were more than a hundred meters high and as thick as a person's waist. Right in front of the palace is a group of undulating palaces, each palace is built with white jade-like building materials, and the purple and white complement each other, which is really beautiful.

"Look, there are patterns on this bamboo!" A shark girl exclaimed suddenly.

Everyone looked up, and sure enough, on the purple bamboo pointed by the shark girl, there was a Buddha-like pattern on each section, faintly glowing. There are many such purple bamboos, but some of them don't have that pattern.

"Fairy Murong, is this red sandalwood bamboo?" Xu Ruoyan asked suddenly.

"That's right. These red sandalwood bamboos formed a large formation and sealed it off." Murong Xianxian replied.

"Sister Murong, do you know where this place is?" Yin Wanru asked.

"I know, this is one of the dojos left by the patriarch." Murong Xianxian replied.

"Sister Murong, your ancestor must be very powerful, right?" Yin Wanru seemed to be genuine, but she also learned the skills of speaking, Xu Ruoyan next to her even pricked up her ears to listen.

"You guys should know about Yuxu Palace, right?" Murong Xianxian asked.

"Two palaces and one teaching, the source of all dharmas. Yuxu Palace is one of the two Taoist sects alongside Biyou Palace, of course we know. Could it be..."

"The owner here should be the Taoist Cihang in the Yuxu Palace. Later, he entered the Western religion and proved to be a Bodhisattva. His Dharma name is Guanshiyin."

"It turned out to be that one?!" Yin Wanru and Xu Ruoyan exclaimed. They had been speculating about the origin of Murong Xianxian's inheritance. When they heard this name, they suddenly realized.

Cihang Taoist is one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Yuxu Palace, with a great reputation, and Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has manifested in the vast world, with tens of thousands of incarnations, and is the one who left the most Taoism.From ancient times, how many inheritances are older than this one?

"Everyone, this red sandalwood bamboo forest is originally a large formation, and you can't take it away, but those red sandalwood bamboos that have no Buddha statues on the surface can be collected, and you can collect them yourself. In addition, the main hall is where the ancestors passed on, so it is inconvenient Fenrun, there should be some treasures in other palaces, everyone depends on their chances." Murong said delicately.

Although she was polite, Yin Wanru and Xu Ruoyan knew that this was special care for them.All the treasures in this purple bamboo forest are specially prepared for the disciples. Although Murong Xianxian let them take them by themselves, they are too embarrassed to take the treasures carelessly. Besides, those red sandalwood bamboos are already worth a lot .

Red Sandalwood Bamboo and Jianglong Wood have the same effect but are similar in purpose. Both of them are top-quality refining materials with the wood attribute, and they are most suitable for refining Jiangmo Zhibao.Especially these red sandalwood bamboos in front of me have a history of tens of thousands of years. Even with precious knives and swords, it is difficult to injure them. The only way to harvest them is to dig out the roots and cut them off from the roots.In addition, those bamboo branches and leaves are also materials for refining magic weapons and talismans, and they are equally valuable.

Murong and others spread out to cut bamboo, but Murong Xianxian flew straight to the main hall ahead.

The entire hall is made of a white jade-like material, with a simple and smooth appearance. On the gate about ten feet high, patterns of stars are inlaid with fairy stones... But what surprised Murong Xianxian was that even though it was The shape of the gate doesn't seem to be able to fulfill the function of the gate - there are no gaps, no handles and the like, just like a wall.

Even so, Murong Xianxian was not worried but happy.

The fairy stones are also divided into three, six, and ninth grades. The fairy stones inlaid on the gate are all top-quality fairy stones, and even Murong Xianxian's hand is one of the few. A kind of fairy art ban, with Murong Xianxian's current cultivation level, this kind of ban can neither be placed nor lifted, but it does not mean that there is no solution.

She pondered for a moment, then still took out the pure glass bottle and cast out a formula.

The treasure vase let out a clear cry, and suddenly a ray of rosy clouds spewed out, reflecting the picture on the pattern of the stars... There was a sound of 'boom', just as the rosy light shone on the pattern, the stars seemed to turn suddenly When he got up, the celestial brilliance gushed out, and a burst of ethereal celestial music also sounded.

In this celestial brilliance, the stone-wall-like palace gate gradually faded away and became extremely deep... The sound of fairy music gradually disappeared, and the stars gradually faded away. What appeared in front of Murong Xianxian was a green door. Misty tall light door.

As soon as the light gate appeared, Murong Xianxian had already cast a magic formula towards the clean glass bottle above her head, and a ray of light sprayed out from the mouth of the bottle, which suddenly covered her figure, and then Murong Xianxian jumped up and threw herself into the light gate... …Just after her figure was thrown into the light gate, the light gate suddenly distorted and suddenly turned into a stone wall, the celestial brilliance faded, and the patterns of stars disappeared again.

"Sure enough, there is no hope!" Xu Ruoyan peeped here from a distance. After seeing this scene, she was completely resigned, knowing that this inheritance has nothing to do with the Yin family.

Although Yin Wanru was not very old, she acted with discretion. After chopping down about ten red sandalwood bamboos, she stopped, and at the same time told the other monks of the Yin family to stop. This was highly praised by Murong and the others. , Therefore, in the subsequent search, Murong and others also specially left the location of a treasure to the monks of the Yin family.

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boom!

The moment Murong Xianxian passed through the gate of light, a mountain-like coercion suddenly descended. If Murong Xianxian had not already protected herself with a pure glass bottle, she would have suffered a big loss at once.

"Magic!"

A cold breath roared like a flood, and Murong Xianxian's face suddenly changed color! r1152