Lingxian Zhenjun

There was a rustle of movement.

It sounded in the forest in the mountains, and Chen Yuan knew who was coming without turning her head. Sure enough, a chubby figure walked out of the mountains and bushes with a bamboo basket on his back. Look festive.

"I knew that my master would come today. I went to the mountains early in the morning to pick these flowers. I picked some herbs along the way to wash my body with Yingxian."

"Your apprentice hasn't woken up yet?"

"Soon, these days I see his fingers are already moving."

Chen Yuan looked at a personal name on the cliff and smiled: "You said the same thing last year."

"Last year it was a toe wiggle."

"Well, I'm getting old and my memory is bad." Chen Yuan turned her eyes and fell on the old and fat Taoist. In fact, she was a little thinner than in previous years, and her face began to sink. It turned out that her gray beard and hair were all white, but the cheerful and full The face brings people closer.

"I'm leaving soon. I can feel that time is running out. I went to Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple and then returned to Zhenjun Temple. When are you coming?"

"Wait for Yingxian to wake up, wait for a few days, teach him some spells, and then find an excuse to leave." The fat Taoist has already practiced very high now, even higher than Chen Yuan, who is coming back again, but he has a worried face : "Boss, does your method work?"

Back at the northern foot of Luoyang, it’s already the end of spring. Amidst the rising cicadas, stepping on the fallen leaves, stepping into the forest, occasionally stopping, taking a sip of the flowing stream, and raising the sleeves amidst the sweetness Wiping off the water stains on his beard, he came to the depths of the forest, waved his wide sleeves, and then led the old cow into a halo of light.

Seeing that the once prosperous Daliang lived in a small corner, the country that replaced it had the same surname as myself——Chen.

A wisp of smoke drifted out from the swaying wooden box on the back of the ox, and a figure in a silver armor and white robe could be vaguely seen in the smoke. Pulled to the hall.

However, I did not see the old monk Zhenhai. The one who saw him was the monk Zhenkong. He walked side by side with Chen Yuan on the suspension bridge of Wanfo Cliff, looking at the carved stone Buddhas that the craftsmen were hanging on the edge of the cliff with ropes.

"Chen benefactor, don't pass." The old monk Zhenkong walked to the bridge, watched Chen Yuan go down the mountain and bowed his head.

Chen Yuan seemed to have a panoramic view of Kyushu. The mountains and rivers flew by in the long river of time. She saw Gao Huan holding high the anti-flag and establishing a country with the same national name. Countless people died, and countless people gained peace and prosperity.

"Junior brother, he is not retreating, but...he doesn't want to see you." The old monk Zhenkong is a little older than Zhenhai, and he resigned from the temple a few years ago to practice in the Houshan Temple. The junior brother couldn't help but sighed: "Of course I don't blame you for hating you, but I know that this time you came, I'm afraid it will be a farewell. Although the monks are all empty, but Zhenhai's temperament...you know it."

The open door of the palace was shut with a bang, the sky and the earth rotated, and the sun and the moon turned, as if they were all speeding up at a moment.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Yuan saw an old man leading a young man into the Zhenjun Temple, busy with a broom in the hall, and the young man was lazy, looking around, and then his master knocked him on the head, He had to kneel in front of Chen Yuan and kowtow to apologize.

Go north and bypass Taihang, enter Qizhou and come to Wanfo Temple.

The main hall is billowing with smoke.

The main hall was buzzing with words, and Chen Yuan, who walked past the statues of gods, arched her hands one by one, and then came to the first place, looking at an empty stone chair on the altar, her cloudy eyes were a little lost.

"Forgive me, I didn't mean it, I was just curious."

Chen Yuan traveled to many places along the way, visited Wuse Village, met Master Wuyuan, and after entrusting some matters, she went to Chang'an again and bought some snacks, none of which were his favorite, but Master's Those that Yin Xuanling likes are all sealed up with spells, shrunk down and put into wooden boxes.

Chen Yuan said with a smile, looking back at the distant palace gate and the bright sunlight outside the palace gate, she was silent for a while, then raised her foot, stepped on the invisible stone steps, and walked up to the temple step by step. tower.

The robe on her body turned into an official robe in an instant, the bun was raised high, and she looked at the side of the main hall, a stone sculpture of a dragon winding in the air. Chen Yuan smiled, turned around without hesitation, and lifted the robe facing the door of the hall. Putting it on, Da Ma Jin Dao sat on the stone chair.

Young Master Pianpian bowed and kowtowed, then stood up, looking at the statue of God sitting on a stone chair with a big horse and a golden knife, the young man laughed.

The old cow nodded, looked at the master who was striding in, and let out a low cry of 'moo', as if he was a little bit reluctant. After a while, it walked to the gate and squatted down. The next moment, the body gradually glowed. , Qingyan spread up, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a stone cow with its head raised and squatting on the ground, guarding outside the gate.

rumbling...

"My Lord, I heard that if you sincerely worship you, you will be answered. My name is Lu Yuan, and I want to practice Taoism! To be the most powerful cultivator—"

As if knowing that Chen Yuan came back, the originally static murals seemed to be moving, an old man in luxurious robes, holding a cattail leaf fan, but with a dignified complexion squinted his eyes, and a voice came: "Apprentice, give me a lesson for the teacher!" Is there something delicious?"

"Hurry up and teach us how to play cards. It's also a crime to let those gangsters beat us all the time!"

Not long after, when he walked out with his master Qin Xu's family, he suddenly found a bronze mirror on his waist.

Moment.

"I'm leaving."

"Master Zhenhai is a man of temperament." Chen Yuan stroked her snow-white long beard and sighed: "Forget it, there is no banquet that never ends in this world, please pass my words to Zhenhai and tell him that Yuan's life is wonderful, and friends account for it." Half, Master Zhenhai is more than that half, so farewell."

"Hesitating?" Guan Gong's voice echoed in the hall.

"Naughty."

On the empty altar, a statue suddenly rose up, which was exactly the outline of Chen Qingzhi.

"Chen Daoyou, don't favor one person over another!"

The sun is shining.

"And what about me?"

The two stood in front of the cliff for a while, then Chen Yuan said goodbye, and Sun Zhengde went up to persuade him to stay: "Boss, why don't you go to my place?"

"Sitting down this time, I don't know what year and month will be in the future, and I will be able to see the world with my own eyes. By then, what the world we guard will look like."

Chen Yuan turned her head and smiled at the top of the mountain where the scorching sun was hanging, then turned around and rode the old cow on the road back and forth, and there was no more worries.

Chen Yuan rode on the old ox, waved her hand on the ox's back, and slowly walked through the swaying mottled forest in the eyes of the fat Taoist, and disappeared at the end of the forest field amidst the rustling sound.

I also saw that many Buddhist temples in the south were overthrown by people, and I also saw that Taoism in the north became more and more prosperous.

"My Buddha is merciful..."

Chen Yuan smiled and moved from the wooden box outside, and the shrunken snacks fell in front of the mural and instantly returned to their original size, "Master, use it slowly."

"Heroes in the world can rely on temples to live, why can't we? Qingxu Feihe and the others had a great time staying in the temple, and urged us to go there."

Time is like a long river, it never stops.

He patted his chest and smiled confidently.

He understands that Chen Yuan will never lie to his own people, and he also trusts him almost blindly. Without him, he can abolish his lifelong practice at a critical moment, and cut off the opportunity for the gods in the sky to descend to earth. This is not something anyone can do.

The valley was covered with flowers and plants, and the butterflies fluttered with their wings. Suddenly there was a roar of tigers, and a large group of butterflies flew up in shock, and rose densely around the old man to the sky.

"I won't sit down anymore. You and I have nothing to talk about. If we want to talk in the future, we will wait for you to report at Zhenjun Temple."

Listening to the lively words inside, Chen Yuan looked at the five characters "Ling Xian Zhen Jun Guan" on the door plaque, then looked back at Lao Niu, "Good life guards the door, anyone with a pious heart can enter, and anyone with malicious intentions will be punished." , whoever sincerely bows down will respond to every request!"

Fortunately, the Dong family has another way to go, that is, after the Nascent Soul, they no longer choose to ascend, but choose to be a real fairy in the world, and always stay in the mortal world, and the Zhenjun Temple has also been modified by the Dong family. But the luck of the town is not scattered, once the mortal world is invaded by outsiders, the view of the true monarch can save it from danger.

Chen Yuan lifted the hem of her robe and stepped into the main hall. What she saw in her eyes was the stone statues on the altar, and there were other universes in the temple, which seemed to extend infinitely. There were endless statues, endless murals, and those murals In each of the paintings on the Internet, each character is different, there is Master Yin Xuanling, there is Canglan heroine Han Youniang, there is Taoist priest Qingxu with immortal demeanor, and there are old Taoist Feihe and Yunlong who are glaring at him... He has seen all of them. , everyone who knows.

"Bring it."

Soon the flames of war rose again, and the world was still fighting each other. Some new cities were built, and some dilapidated cities were destroyed in the flames of war.

The fat Taoist nodded without speaking, and bowed three times to a person's name on the cliff with arched hands.

Chen Yuan closed her eyes, her spiritual consciousness was linked with the True Lord's view, and it seemed to be connected with this mountain range. The mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and the passage of time are all converging and forming, and the rustling sound of ants climbing dead leaves, The tiger in the forest yawned lazily, the bustling city in the distance was bustling with noise, the market was yelling and buying and selling, the wind blew through the clouds further away, summer cicadas climbed the tree trunks and shed their heavy insect shells, Farmers in the field draw ditches, looking at the rice fields with joy, the roots in the soil are nourished by the river water and thrive... There are no colors, but they are outlined in their minds in very clear lines.

The soul spirits are also here.

Chen Yuan glanced at the forest on one side of the valley, where a colorful tiger was crawling on the grass, as if welcoming the old man back.The old cow next to the old man looked contemptuously, and followed Chen Yuan to the Taoist temple on the other side of the hill, flicking his tail.

Boom!
When Chen Yuan went down to the foot of the mountain and led the old cow away, a distant bell rang, and only he could hear a Buddha's chant, which came from far away from the top of the mountain. It was a familiar Buddha's chant.

boom~~
The bell rang long and long, sending off the master and apprentice who had gone away under the setting sun.

This is just the end of the mainline.

Tomorrow there will be another episode, Chunfeng's episode, those who have read the previous books, probably know that it is the story after the end, not another character.

It's just another map.

The ending is the ending.