Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 386 Back
After the dust settled, the sprinkled petals were stained with bright red blood, which was particularly eye-catching.

Chen Yuan walked to the body in the flower garden and was silent for a long time. She raised her hand gently to lift the corpse up, and hugged it in her arms. "Since I have always wanted to enter the Temple of the True Monarch, I will take you there."

Whispering, holding Yu Feihong's body, he walked towards the building on the mountainside. The wind blew up, bringing up petals all over the sky, as if he was saying his last farewell to the dead.

"You can go."

Chen Yuan looked sideways at the monks gathered over there, feeling a little depressed, and walked to the distant temple step by step.Lao Niu shook his head, dragging his injuries, and followed Chen Yuan all the way.

Over there, a group of ascetics looked at me, and I looked at you, but no one really dared to leave. Some things were not explained clearly, so they must be careful when going out in the future.

"Since you are worried, Pindao is good at making claims, follow up, and wait for Zhenjun to feel better, and then apologize to him."

Old Daoist Feihe and Chen Yuan have known each other for many years, and he is really the only one who can smooth things over some things. He smiled and bowed to everyone, and then led his apprentice Qin Xu's family into the entrance of Zhenjun Temple. Everyone hesitated when they saw this After a while, someone finally stepped forward, and the practitioners behind him followed closely.

"..." Han Youniang pursed her lips, she turned to leave, but suddenly stopped and turned back.The fat Taoist who was walking next to him laughed twice, "Aren't you going to go? Why did you catch up again? Don't you still want to fight with my boss? I'm afraid your little cultivation is not enough, unless someday you take over a few Dao Lei Jie, maybe he can put in a few more tricks!"

Xiao Daotong pulled the hem of Master's robe and poked his head out to make a face at the woman.

Han Youniang didn't look at him, said something in a low voice, went straight over, and walked to the front: "You fat Taoist don't care about my affairs."

Behind him, Sun Zhengde's voice still came.

"Hmph, no matter, just save one more life today. If your cultivation level can't reach that of your family's master uncle, then don't make trouble."

The woman froze for a moment, but continued to follow the crowd.

when!
The Taoist temple on the mountainside in the distance rang the bronze bell, as if knowing that Chen Yuan would return to the mountain. The originally closed temple door, with a long moan of 'squeak', slowly opened inwards, laying down countless dust.

In the spacious courtyard dam inside the door leaf, the bronze tripod with mottled moss and vines stands quietly in front of the main hall.

Chen Yuan walked in with Yu Feihong in her arms. The view was full of dust, the corners of the walls were overgrown with weeds, and the hut was dead silent, without the lively chatting and joking of Xu Huaiyu's family and the noise of children.

"Don't you want to come in and see? I brought you in."

"It's full of dust and weeds. It's not as mysterious as you might imagine. It's just an ordinary temple."

These plain and deep words were addressed to the corpse in his arms, and also to a group of cultivators who came behind. The latter group stood at the gate of the temple, looking at the dilapidated scene, and looked at each other. It was indeed the same as imagined. Mystical Taoism is completely different.

Walking in following Chen Yuan's footsteps, he placed Yu Feihong, who had lost his voice in his arms, in the main hall, and looked up at the sculptures in the hall that stretched without end.

This is what Xu Huaiyu added later when he went to the Western world. Feeling the rough carving marks on it, he can see how this pious temple wish was carefully chiseled, day and night, to put outstanding people on the altar .

"I still owe a lot of people."

Chen Yuan caressed these sculptures, looked at Guan Gong, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Lu Bu, etc... the god statues, with a bitter murmur in her chuckle.

Finally, the footsteps stopped at the first altar in the middle. It was a sitting sculpture, but without facial features, it was blank, with a slender and tall figure, holding a scroll, as if reading, and a long sword standing quietly beside it .

The people gathered outside the hall felt a little chill.

"I'm back."

Looking at the sculpture, Chen Yuan said softly, stretched out her hand into the incense burner, dragged the already hardened incense ash in her hand and slowly let it flow down. In an instant, it turned into a long stick of incense and stood in the incense burner.

He waved his sleeve lightly, brushed the incense head, and the flame lit up, and then he blew it out, and the green smoke slowly rose.

Chen Yuan closed her eyes, raised her hands on her chest, and bowed down to the statue.

next moment.

With a burst of exclamation outside the hall, I saw that the statue's blank facial features changed into eyes, nose, nose and ears in the blink of an eye, and even grew a long beard, which was exactly the same as the current Chen Yuan.

They are just cultivators, and their cultivation levels are uneven. Such a mysterious scene is probably only envied by the gods.

Standing in the crowd, Han Youniang looked at the back of the bowed figure, and when complex thoughts flickered in her eyes, the big bronze cauldron outside suddenly lit up with fire, and green smoke was rising from inside.

The bull demon standing at the gate of the temple, with tears glistening in his huge eyes, looked at the incense rising in the audience, leaned on a steel fork, and half-knelt down on his knees.

The majestic voice shouted: "Welcome to the return of the true king!"

"Congratulations to the return of the true king!"

"Congratulations to the return of the true king!"

The sound resounded above the temple for a long time.

Hearing this, the expressions of all the people in front of the hall became serious, and they stood in awe in their hearts. They unconsciously stood neatly, gathered their magic weapons, and bowed respectfully towards the hall.

No matter what, Chen Yuan didn't blame them for wanting to search the Zhenjun Temple before, so it's thanks for paying respects.

when--

The bell rang again, and among the bowed people, someone shouted, "The eyes of the god!"

Everyone raised their eyes one after another, and Han Youniang's cold face also showed surprise. In the main hall, the god statues that were originally covered with dust and cobwebs suddenly seemed to have aura, and pairs of godless pupils, Dharma light appeared, gradually becoming brighter from weak, and the gray body seemed to be embellished with colorful colors in an instant.

"A certain family gallops across the world, across the grasslands, who can defeat me!"

"I am Zhang Fei from Yan!"

"Guan Mouguan'er waits like inserting a bid to sell the first!"

"Liu Ji...Xiang Yu refuses to accept..."

"Warriors of the Great Qin, pull out the sharp blades in your hands, cut off the enemies in front of you, cut off their ears, and hope to become a marquis!"

"Wind! Gale! Gale!"

"Genie, I won't wait for you..."

"I swear to sweep the heaven and earth, reign supreme, live the same life as the sky, and be the king of the world!"

"I use the method of soldiers, hehe, the more the better!"

……

Countless majestic words resounded from the statues of gods, reverberating in the hall, and in the eyes of everyone present, it seemed to outline the picture of these statues' past gold and iron horses, sweeping the world.

"All come back!"

At a certain moment, Chen Yuan straightened up, spread her sleeves, and raised her hands above her head. A gust of wind swayed from the statues in front of him, brushed past the statues, passed through the main hall, and spread rapidly in every corner of the entire temple. Trees, moss, and vines turn into ashes in the wind and blow away into the distance.

The old exterior door plaque has a new look.

Exposure: Spiritual manifestation of the true monarch view.

Five large lacquered red characters.

(End of this chapter)