Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 128
Among the murals, there are pavilions, towers and pavilions, beauties are exhibiting, there are fields and ridges, where farmers are working hard, and there are markets, where traffic is busy, above temples, there are various courts, under the Bodhi tree, Sakyamuni, and dragon flower flowers Open, Maitreya's sayings are all ingenious and lifelike.

Su Wen and Qiao Daoqing stepped forward, looked at the mural, and then turned to Long Xiang: "What's so mysterious about this mural?"

Long Xiang smiled and asked back: "Is the benefactor already in Xuanmiao?"

"Oh?"

Su Wen frowned, and turned to look around, only to see everything disappear like a bubble, no more Longhua trees in Bailong Temple, and even Qiao Daoqing beside him disappeared, replaced by a pavilion, several pink girls Come and dance around him.

Su Wen didn't move, his expression indifferent.

The girls didn't care, their dancing postures remained the same, their clothes became less and less, and in a blink of an eye, only their close-fitting clothes were left. The warm and fragrant nephrite came rushing in, and in the next moment, the flesh and blood rotted, and the bones were exposed, which turned out to be pink and pink skeletons. .

Su Wen still didn't move, letting the skeletons surround him.

At this time, I heard the sound of chanting again, it seems right but not right, seems evil but not evil, like this Sanskrit chanting:
"Sakyamuni, the Tathagata World Honored One!"

"Maitreya's teaching, the dragon flower blooms!"

"Amitabha, I have heard it like this!"

"...!!!!"

Sanskrit chanting, but it has nothing to do with it, it seems to be nonsense, made up, but there is an inexplicable and detached artistic conception.

Su Wen stood stiffly on the ground, his body trembling, and then turned into a little bit of black air that burst out and disappeared in the bursts of Sanskrit chants.

……

Outside Bailong Temple, by the Anyang River.

Su Wen opened his eyes and turned to look around. He saw Dai Zong and Fan Rui standing beside him, while Qiao Daoqing was in the turbulent undercurrent, and the samadhi water was boiling violently.

After a while...

"puff!"

The undercurrent flew away, and the divine water turned around, revealing Qiao Daoqing's figure, his eyes slowly opened.

Su Wen asked, "How?"

"What a powerful sorcery!"

Qiao Daoqing shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "It actually broke my samadhi water in just a moment!"

Hearing this, Su Wen also frowned: "It seems like a big trouble."

Knowing that the White Dragon Temple was a dragon's lake and a tiger's lair, Su Wen naturally would not put himself in danger. The two people just now were not his and Qiao Daoqing's real bodies, but Qiao Daoqing's phantom clones formed by using the magic magic method combined with the samadhi water.

Although it is the incarnation of illusion, the Huanmojun borrowed fakes to cultivate the truth, and has the samadhi water as the foundation to carry it. The condensed illusion incarnation is almost the same as the deity, and it can also carry the mind and consciousness of the deity to exert part of the combat power.

Originally thought that these two incarnations of illusion could enter the White Dragon Temple to find out the root cause, but they would be noticed by the other party as soon as they entered.

The abbot of the White Dragon Temple, Longxiang, took them to the backyard of Longhua, pulled them into the painting wall by some unknown means, and then started the sacred and strange Sanskrit chanting, but in a short while, two lines were broken. Illusion incarnate.

You must know that this incarnation of illusion is due to Qiao Daoqing's housekeeping skills. It is a combination of the true magic method of illusion and the magic water of samadhi.

So the magic power of the dragon is so strong?

Or is there any special method in the White Dragon Temple?
Su Wen was more inclined to the latter.

Qiao Daoqing was also average, and said in a deep voice: "It's not the innate power, but the aura of kingship that breaks away my phantom demon true law and the samadhi water so easily, but only the five lotus masters of the Five Lotus Sect are innate. The Dragon Temple can never produce another innate, there should be some means to arrange it, it can only be used in the temple, and it cannot kill the enemy outside."

Su Wen nodded: "They noticed our temptation, and they may move soon, so go back."

"Yes!"

Su Wen and Qiao Daoqing stood up, together with Dai Zong and Fan Rui who was beside them, the four of them used the method of divine movement, and turned into a light and disappeared into the distance.

The method of body shape, four people can do it?
That's right, all four can do it!
Su Wen has settled down in Dongping County for more than two months. Although the business is not very good, he has accumulated a lot of aura.

Su Wen used this aura to exchange for Dai Zong's Heavenly Speed, Star Life and Divine Movement Method for himself, and then modified it through storytelling, and transplanted the Divine Movement Method to Fan Rui, Li Zhu, and Qiao Daoqing, so now the four of them Individuals can use the technique of divine movement, but the speed can be fast or slow.

The fastest ones are Su Wen and Dai Zong, both of whom are blessed with the star power of speed and star power, and they can fully use the method of divine movement, and they can travel [-] miles in a day and a night.

Followed by Qiao Daoqing, although he does not have the blessing of heavenly speed and star power, but his cultivation base is advanced and his magic power is strong, and it is not too slow to use the magic method.

In the end, there was only Fan Rui, whose cultivation base and mana were not as good as Qiao Daoqing's, and without the blessing of sky speed and star power, he became the last character in the magic movement.

Fortunately, the distance between Donghe County and Dongping County is only three hundred miles, so the four of them don't need to hurry too much, they can return together.

……

In the Bailong Temple, in the backyard of Longhua, an old monk named Longxiang in white cassock stands in front of the painted wall, with a serious face and a dignified expression.

Standing beside the old monk Long Xiang was a young man with red lips and white teeth, who was young and lovely. He was the altar master of the White Lotus Sect who was defeated by Qiao Daoqing not long ago and who was sitting in Anyang Mansion——Bai Fozi.

"Brother!"

Seeing Long Xiang's silence for a long time, Bai Fozi hesitated for a while, and asked aloud, "What's the matter?"

"Two incarnations."

Long Xiang shook his head, and looked outside the temple: "What a phantom king, the two puppet clones can support the three sessions of Longhua for a while, this is so capable, it's hard to meet an opponent in nature!"

Bai Fozi frowned: "This person is so powerful, I'm afraid that the people who come here to Dongping are not kind, can you invite Zhenjun to come here?"

Long Xiang shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "The real monarch sits in the main altar, how can he get out easily, and now is an extraordinary period, if something goes wrong, I, Pope Wulian, have a thousand years of hard work and a thousand years of hard work, who will take care of it?" rise?"

Bai Fozi hesitated and said: "The Huanmo Lord..."

"Leave him alone!"

Long Xiang's expression was indifferent: "He came to test today, and he has also learned a lesson. He should be restrained in his actions. As long as he doesn't leave Dongping County and doesn't offend my White Lotus Sect, then let him go. To settle the matter, before that, we have to restrain ourselves a bit, and don't tease him again!"

"Yes!"

"..."

Dongping County, Jinlin Gate.

The troupe started and it was noon.

Amidst the eager anticipation, a man in green shirt came.

"Mr. Su!"

"It's finally time for you to take the stage?"

"Hurry up, what are you talking about today?"

"Let's talk about the white lady, who is that old monk, and what do you want Xu Xian to do?"

"White Lady, or Water Margin? What happened after Wu Song's blood splashed on the mandarin duck house?"

Everyone in the audience chattered, all eagerly waiting for Su Wen to speak.

Su Wen smiled, cupped his hands and said: "Su Wen, the poor one, came to the stage today, and I will talk to you about ghosts and ghosts, chatting at night!"

"Spirits and ghosts?"

"Liao Zhai night talk?"

"Sounds like... why is it a bit infiltrating!"

"You won't come to the set of demons and ghosts, will you?"

Everyone in the audience was tense for a moment.

Su Wen didn't care, Xing Mu clapped:
"As soon as there is a wind and thunder from the ground, there will be a pile of bones."

"A monk is a fool, but a demon is a disaster for a ghost."

"Today's story begins with a ghostly creature inhabited by demons..."

　I'm a bit stuck, and I'm not thinking well. I've only written the third watch now, and I feel sleepy. I'll take a nap and rest, and there are two more in the afternoon or night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)