Jiangye: I am the immortal of this world

Chapter 162: At the foot of Washan Mountain, the wind and rain were about to start. The carriage was driving through the town and stopped in front of the temple!

Although the main festival day of the Washan Yulan Festival has not yet arrived, Master Qishan of Lanke Temple has never left the cave, but most of the practitioners from the world and various sects of practice have found a place to live.

The monks from the White Pagoda of Yuelun Kingdom also moved into single rooms in Lanke Temple under the arrangement of the abbot of Lanke Temple. Practitioners from other practicing sects were on their own in the small town of Washan, looking for their own residence.

Naturally, various unpleasant things happened during this process, and the explanations contained therein were naturally not allowed to be known to outsiders. Students such as the temple, the academy, and the disciples of the Southern Jin Jiange all stayed in the well-arranged inns as usual. Inside.

The princes of all the countries in the world also value this Yulan Festival very much. They have carriages adorned with luxurious gems and rampage in the small town of Washan, and they have always acted without consideration.

These princes in the human world can be said to strike hard at the ordinary people and vendors in Washan Town. When facing the practitioners one-on-one, they can be said to be submissive and even dare not speak loudly.

In the rolling mountains, the bells of the thousand-year-old temple are melodious and melodious. On the bank of the cave behind Washan Mountain, Master Baoshu, the bell-bearer from a place unknown to the Buddhist sect, looked at the cave piously and said: "Uncle Master! , How can you sit back and watch when there are difficulties in the world?"

"In the first year of Tang Tianqi, Wei Guangming saw the shadow of the night in Chang'an City. At that time, Wei Guangming recognized that the shadow was the son of Hades."

"A few days ago, the great priest of the temple sent a letter to Xuanqing, explaining all the details. According to the temple's guess, the children of Hades should be between Mr. Thirteenth of the Academy and Sangsang, the daughter of light."

"At the invitation of the head teacher, I specially invite the Hanging Treasure 'Yu Lanling' to step into the world and find out who is the son and daughter of Hades for the common people in the world."

The place where Washan Lanke Temple is located is the place where Buddha attained enlightenment, and the Ullama Bell is the bell worn by Buddha when he attained enlightenment and preached scriptures, which is the most effective in driving away evil spirits.

The seat of light in the temple was too far away, so he misunderstood it, but he brought the Yulan bell, so he would not repeat the mistake of Wei Guangming.

In the cave, a kind old monk walked out with the support of his disciples. It was Master Qishan who was well-known in the world.

Master Qishan looked at the treasure tree holding the junior gift, and sternly refused: "This year's Yulan Festival is just to discuss how to deal with Yongye's invasion. As for finding the son of Hades, that's not something you should worry about."

"Wei Guangming got it all wrong. Who dares to say whether this Yu Lanling is also wrong. I don't allow the treasure tree. You start a storm in Lanke."

Even though he was already dying, but Master Qishan's voice was still extraordinarily full of spirit, he did not allow anyone to disturb the upcoming Yulan Festival, even Baoshu.

Baoshu looked appraised and said: "But, how can you misread the magic weapon left by Master Uncle Buddha back then?"

"I have grown up in the Xuankong Temple since I was a child, and so have you, uncle. Are you really afraid of the power of the academy and don't dare to think about the common people in the world?"

In the Buddha's prediction, the coming of eternal night will be an unimaginable disaster in the human world, and the key to preventing this disaster lies in whether it can kill Pluto's beacon left in the human world.

From the moment I invited the Bon bell, it was destined that the so-called son of Pluto would never see the Bon bell bloom next year.

Master Qishan said as usual: "A true cultivator of Taoism once said that the master will make mistakes, let alone the bell left by the old man like the Buddha?"

"It was made of copper and iron buried deep in the Bon Orchid field, and it has been with the Buddha for countless years. It was just a belonging of the Buddha and his old man. Don't forget the Bon Orchid, why it is called Bon Orchid."

"People in the world don't know, but you, the head of the Discipline Hall of the Xuankong Temple, don't know?"

He was not going to die soon, but the master still got him out of a big trouble. How could he cancel what he had promised?
He promised his master that he would take good care of Mr. Thirteen and his little maid during the Bon Festival, so naturally he would not break his promise.

Naturally, the ringing of the Bon bell could not be heard in Lanke Temple. He vaguely seemed to see some bad sights.

Amitabha!
The storm is about to rise!
Baoshu looked at Master Qishan who was sitting on the stool, and said sincerely: "Uncle, I don't need to ring the bell, but Uncle, you have to tell the world the result afterwards."

"Whether Ning Que is a descendant of Hades or Sangsang is a descendant of Hades, you old man should let the world know."

He is well aware of the compassion of his uncle, but in the face of such a big event as the coming of the eternal night, there is no need to talk about mercy.

Under the nest, how can there be any eggs?
Once eternal night falls, how many people in the entire world will be able to survive?

Therefore, for the sake of the world, he will let the sound of the Bon bells ring through Lanke Temple and Washan Mountain.

Master Qishan calmly recounted: "Qi Nian has already been here before, and Taoist Zhi Shou Guan's world-walking Ye Su also visited here half a year ago."

"If you want to watch Washan Lanke Temple and remain silent, then you can ring the bell in Lanke Temple."

He didn't know what Master Dao had seen, but since Master asked him to take care of Ning Que and Sang Sang, he would definitely let Ning Que and Sang Sang leave the territory of Washan safely.

The wind and rain in Washan is coming, but the people in the small town of Washan are all innocent people, why do they suffer from this disaster?
The evening wind blew by in the distance, and the leaves on the pear tree fell off one by one. This was the pear tree planted by Buddha back then. Now it is time for the oil to run out and the lamp to dry up.

Only that green pear is still absorbing nutrients, waiting for someone to come.

Baoshu looked at the falling leaves and said, "Uncle, Baoshu bids farewell and won't disturb your old man's rest."

Baoshu stood up and walked out of the cave. He had been waiting for Qu Ni Ma Di on the mountain road for a long time. He looked at Baoshu walking out of the cave and hurriedly chased after him.

Qu Nima Di asked: "Baoshu, what did Uncle Qishan say?"

"Should we ring the Yulan bell on the festival day of the Yulan Festival?"

There has always been a rumor in the world that one would rather demolish ten temples than ruin one marriage, but Ning Que directly abolished Long Qing. Chen Jia had been worried all day long. This time, no matter what, he would give Na Ning Que a break. retribution.

As for the true cultivator of the Taoist sect, although Qu Ni Madi also hated him, Chen Xuan had already entered the Sixth Realm.

A Taoist true cultivator is not scary, what is terrible is a Taoist true cultivator who dares to kill with a sword!

Besides, this time, the Ulan bells are ringing through Washan, originally for the sake of the common people in the world. This is to save the world. Is this something that Master Qishan can't stop?

On the winding mountain road!

Baoshu couldn't help sighing and said: "Uncle Qishan, it seems that he wants to test it out first. Although Uncle Qishan said that he would tell the world a result, but this Yu Lan bell will eventually resound through Lan Ke. In the temple."

For many things in the world, seeing is believing and hearing is believing.

Only when practitioners from many sects of practice in the world see the appearance of the children of Hades, will they really believe it.

Although Master Qishan is a great monk of the Buddhist sect, the truth told by Master Qishan is not as good as the truth that everyone has seen.

Qu Ni Madi hummed and said: "That's right, we have to shake the Ullama bell to let the practitioners in the world take a closer look at who the Thirteenth gentleman in the academy is."

Ning Que, the thirteenth student of the Academy, has fallen into a demon under the eyes of everyone. If he is recognized as the son of Pluto again, the old master, Master, has nothing to say.

Baoshu nodded and said: "I will shake the Yulan bell, but it needs timing. It must be shaken after the main ritual day of the Yulan Festival, under the witness of many spiritual sects in the world."

"Otherwise, who would believe that Master's direct disciple, the future Bright Priest of the temple, would tell lies?"

Believe because you are afraid!
Only when greater fear appears, can this belief be broken. The great terror of eternal night is the source of breaking their belief.

"Yes, let Ning Que be ruined!"

Qu Ni Madi said with hatred.

The Adjudication Department of the temple is also a waste. Normally, he would kill all the desolate people he saw. But now, facing a demonized academy disciple, he was so timid that he didn't even dare to move!
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It was late at night, and there was a moment of silence in the small town of Washan.

In addition to the worm hearing the birdsong, there was only the bell in Lanke Temple to tell the time.

Suddenly, the rapid sound of horseshoes came from north to south, resounding through the entire town of Washan. The rapid sound of horseshoes woke up the townspeople who had already fallen asleep.

There was a crisp sound on the road paved with large pieces of bluestone. It was the sound made when the bluestone slabs shattered after encountering heavy objects.

I saw a strong horse pulling a heavy carriage made of fine iron, driving on the main road of Washan Town.

Behind that carriage, two deep ruts remained on the street forever.

The smooth bluestone road was also broken every inch. No one thought that there would be a carriage with such weight, which would appear on the bluestone road, but what they didn't expect, the more they came.

The carriage was rushing towards the Washan Lanke Temple in the dark night. That is, at night, if it were during the day, it would definitely hit someone and knock him over.

Inside the car!
The black and thin little maid, without the slightest trace of blood on her cheeks, was exceptionally pale, and a smear of frost appeared on the tip of her hair.

It's the depths of spring in the world, and it's almost the beginning of summer, but inside this carriage, it's like winter.

A thick quilt was covered on the body of the little maid Sangsang. Even with the Master's 30-year-old Jiujiang Double Steaming, plus Mr. Da's treatment, the little maid was able to survive until now.

After drinking a lot of decoction in Qi Guodao Hall, he just got better.

"Don't worry Sangsang, you'll be fine, the teacher has already said that Xiao Qishan in Lanke Temple will definitely heal you."

"We are going to Lanke Temple soon, and we don't have a long way to go."

Regarding the location of Lanke Temple, he had read the map no less than [-] times and knew it by heart. How could he be wrong?
The little maid looking at Ning Que looked at Ning Que and said, "Master, I'm fine, but I'm a little tired and want to sleep."

Ning Que took out the jug, fed Sang Sang a bowl of wine, and said, "Sang Sang, you must not sleep, we are going to Lanke Temple soon."

"Dirty guy, hurry up!"

Ning Que roared at the big black horse. The big black horse seemed to be spiritual, kicked off its hooves, and galloped towards Lanke Temple.

In the dead of night, the sound of horse hooves sounds!
This is a pain for the ordinary people in the town. Every household lit up the lamps, wanting to see what happened.

I saw that heavy carriage passing behind the street, and the lights were so brightly lit!

After half a stick of incense, the main gate of Lanke Temple is right in front of you, but in the dead of night, the gate of Lanke Temple has already been bolted.

The heavy carriage stopped in front of the main entrance of Lanke Temple, and there was a creaking sound. Ning Que got off the carriage, walked up the steps, and walked to the door. With all his strength, he slapped on the temple door. copper ring.

"Bang-bang-bang."

After several calls, no one opened the door. Ning Que looked at the temple door in front of him, took out the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, quickly assembled it, and said, "This is a matter of life and death, please open the door."

The small town of Washan was not big, and what Ning Que did only attracted a group of practitioners to watch from afar.

It's just that no one has stepped forward to extend a helping hand, or no one dared to extend a helping hand.

In Lanke Temple!

A certain monk, hearing the slapping sound outside the door, unbolted the door bolt, pushed open the temple door, looked at Ning Que standing in front of him, and said, "This benefactor, it's late at night, what's the matter, please Come again tomorrow."

In the dead of night, it is impolite to come here to bother, if there is something urgent, it is better to enter the temple tomorrow.

Over the years, Lanke Temple has become accustomed to seeing some people who want to rub the pills in this temple. Although the temple is open to people who seek pills, rich or poor, at least there should be some etiquette.

Even a few years ago, when the fisherman came to ask for the elixir, he gave a few carp as gifts, and now they are still kept in the pond in the temple, and it was the first one who came here late at night so desperately.

After Ning Que took out a letter from his pocket, he said, "This is a letter written by my teacher, Master, to Xiao Qishan. Please pass it on for me."

"I want to see Xiaoqishan as soon as possible. The future bright throne of the temple may not be able to hold on."

The monk looked at the letter and then at the heavy carriage. After carefully comparing Ning Que's appearance, he said, "Donor, please wait a moment. I'll ask the host to come."

It was about Ning Que, the Thirteenth Master of the Academy, and the future Bright Throne of the Temple. He couldn't bear such a thing.

The best way is to let the host come out to receive Mr. Thirteen from the Tang Kingdom.

"Tang Guo is good at planning, let the future Bright God of the temple die outside, but no one can blame Tang Guo, but the temple can't watch, the future Bright God died here!"

Daoist Ye Hongyu, dressed in a black divine robe, came from a distance!
(End of this chapter)