The boat sailed past the mugwort and mugwort on the shore of the lake, and saw new reed buds for the first time. It stopped at the bank of grass and reeds crossing the water around the canal of Xiyun Lake.
This waterhouse is a relatively deserted waterhouse in the back hill of Huatan Temple. Because of the poor terrain, it is of no use for prosperity. It only stands next to the grassy stream beside the water for monks to fetch water for watering vegetables.
In the woods by the water, there are one or two small huts where monks grow vegetables and rest.
Passenger ships going to the Huatan Temple Demon Exorcism Conference rarely disembark here, because only small boats can dock here.
There are several small boats tied to the water stack, unattended.
The two of them rowed a small boat about a few feet away from the ferry. Uncle Liu was a little behind the boat, carrying the fishing rod in his hand, and gently climbed onto the water stack, standing at the top of the stack to wait for the light rain.
"Wow, Uncle Liu, you are really good at this. You have to teach me when you have time." Xiao Yu pretended not to know Qing Kung, and asked Uncle Liu in surprise.
Uncle Liu pulled the rope of his bamboo hat, straightened the edge of the bamboo hat, and looked at Xiao Yu who was rowing across the boat.
"Haha, little brother, this is Qing Kung. If you practice hard for a few years, you may not be able to learn this skill."
After hearing this, Xiaoyu shook his head, and while tying the boat rope to the wooden stakes of the water stack, he sighed: "I can't bear the hard training for several years. Uncle Liu, I'm afraid you're not here to cherish this. Are you a fisherman at Yunhu Lake?" Xiaoyu raised her head and looked at Uncle Liu innocently.
Uncle Liu waved his hand and replied: "Follow me, you can join in the fun, but don't ask questions you shouldn't."
Hearing this, Xiaoyu nodded, climbed up the mountain water stack, shook the rainwater off his raincoat, and said with a face of joy: "You have the final say."
The two of them walked slowly along the muddy path on the back mountain of Huatan Temple towards the gate compound of Huatan Temple on the front mountain.
Today, Huatan Temple held a meeting to eliminate demons, and the famous sects from Jiangnan were invited.
The three gates of the mountain are all made of bronze, and experts from all walks of life are respectfully invited to enter for discussions.
Huatan Temple is located in the city of Yangzhou, and there are many people watching the excitement. The monks guarding the temple do not stop them. Anyone who comes to attend the meeting can go to the hospital on his own.
Only the few sects listed by invitation have their own seats. Other individual travelers are not entertained. They can choose their own seats, and they can go or stay.
The bronze bell of the Main Hall of Huatan Temple rang three times, and it was three quarters past noon.
Outside the treasure hall is the main campus of Huatan Temple.
All the major sects that were invited have gathered.
The drizzle continued, and several sects in the field were lined up on both sides, all standing wearing raincoats and hats.
Huatan Temple banned incense today, and countless pilgrims who worshiped Buddha and made wishes could only argue outside the fence about the auspicious time.
Those who are brave can stay and watch the fun, while those who are timid can go back separately.
On the side of the school ground, there were some pilgrims and local people watching the excitement.
Uncle Liu stood out carrying a fishing rod. He wanted to know how these people wanted to find Ji Ruge, because he was also looking.
Xiaoyu lifted up his raincoat and spread it on the railing of the white rock fence, then sat on it, leaning against the round vertically carved rock support on one side.
Not caring whether his front knees would get wet from the drizzle, he just swayed his feet like an ignorant boy next door watching the fun.
People are not frivolous and waste their youth, he is Xiaoyu and Ji Ruge.
When he was on a mission, he was Ji Ruge. He pretended to be very cold, but in his heart he still had the frivolousness and confidence of a young man, because he never failed to kill anyone.
When he was selling liquor and doing odd jobs, he was Xiaoyu, and he would not let on that he was Ji Ruge. Like many young people, he liked to catch fish in the countryside and have fun.
Everyone thought he was just a country boy watching the fun, but they didn't know what he heard here.
Uncle Liu didn't know, the people around him didn't know, and the people who came to the meeting didn't know either.
Only he knows.
At the bottom of the stone steps in front of the Huatan Main Hall, an old monk holding a tin staff walked slowly down the stone steps.
The old monk Kongxing did not wear a raincoat, but only wore a bamboo hat to protect him from the rain. His Zen staff stood firmly on the bluestone of the school grounds.
On his left and right sides, various sects stood peacefully, holding umbrellas and wearing hats.
First on the left:
It was a sect that left the Lushan sword-making sect.
Li Zong is extremely accomplished in the art of sword making. The sharp swords forged under his sect are famous in the world, and his martial arts are also good because of the sharp weapons. In recent years, his reputation has gradually increased in the world. It can be said that he is in the upper echelon of the major sword sects in the world. sect.
The leader of Li Zong, Li Bei, is dressed in brocade robes, has a slightly fat figure, straight bones, a Chinese character face, and a short beard.
Behind him was a disciple carrying a sword, holding an umbrella for him to protect him from the rain.
Except for him, the rest of the disciples behind him were all equipped with raincoats and hats to protect them from the rain.
Standing on one side of him was a young man named Li Kun, who also had the Chinese character for his face. He was majestic and dignified.
It is not difficult to tell that the two are father and son.
On the other side were two people, one of whom was none other than Wei Changyin, the old man who had broken his strings on the lake. He had his hands behind his back, standing peacefully. Beside Mr. Qin was Li Bei's little daughter, Li Luo.
Li Luo was dressed in cyan brocade clothes, with long flowing hair, a round face, and peach blossom eyes. She was eighteen or nineteen years old. She was holding a long sword with a purple scabbard in her hand. She was standing on the side of Qin Lao. The raincoat could not hide her delicate figure. posture.
At first sight, Xiaoyu felt that this girl was beautiful and couldn't help but take a few more glances.
It's just that Xiao Yu didn't know that the old man playing the piano that he and Uncle Liu had never moved close to on Xiyun Lake in the morning was the fat old man, nor did he know that the woman standing behind him that day was Li Luo.
Second place on the left:
It is the Suzhou Shaoqing Mountain Yushan Sword Sect.
The leader, Xu Dingshan, was flanked by several elders of the Yushan Sect, as well as Xu Dingshan’s only daughter, Xu Jing, and other disciples.
Again the bits are:
Baolin Mountain Mingyi Sword Sect, leader Ge Ming, and his disciples.
On the left is the Sword Sect.
To show the difference, on the right are other sects that do not use swords.
First on the right:
There is a sect of peace and tranquility in Wuxi. The leader of the temple is Luo Congchang, and the leader is Zhang Ding and other disciples.
Second place on the right:
There is a temple called Tianxuan Temple in Changzhou, with abbot Qingyi, elder Qingxian and other monks.
Right side again:
The Luoyue Sect in Changzhou is headed by Lu Wei, the leader, and Lu Fang, the elder. They started out as cousins. This sect is famous in the south of the Yangtze River for its Nine Star Fist.
Last position on the right:
Wang Heng, the master of the Ba Dao Sect in the Chunhua Valley of Yangzhou, has mastered the "Ba Dao" swordsmanship. It stands alongside the Huatan Temple in Yangzhou and is famous for generations in the south of the Yangtze River.
The Ba Dao Sect is not really a sect, it is an escort bureau. Because Wang Heng's "Ba Dao" sword skills are superb and he often travels in the martial arts world, he has a place among the famous sects in Jiangnan.
Three from the left and four from the right, with Huatan Temple in the middle, a total of eight major sects from Jiangnan gathered together!
The rest are small sects at the bottom of the stream. They are all just watching and not talking in detail.
Kongxing, the abbot of Huatan Temple, stood in the rain and stood at the head of everyone.
"Old monk Kongxing, I have met all the masters and thanked you for coming to the meeting after receiving the invitation." Kongxing put his hands together and made a salute.
When everyone heard this, people in the world were accustomed to clasping their fists in return.
The old monk of Emptiness finished the ceremony, his brows were covered with sadness, and he slowly said:
"You must have asked me to revise the book and know the purpose of convening this demon-killing conference today.
A few days ago, an uninvited guest suddenly broke into the Sutra Collection Building of our temple. This person was none other than the demon Ji Ruge who broke into the world again three years ago and killed celebrities and high-rollers from all over the world!
Unfortunately, our temple was alone and weak, so the demonic leader killed the elder of Luohan Hall and left in vain.
There is a rumor in the world that Ji Ruge comes out every three years and kills all the masters.
Ji Ruge's style never kills just one person. He is afraid that this demon will kill the eminent monk of our temple and cause chaos in Jiangnan.
Therefore, today I invite all the sects in the south of the Yangtze River to help me at Huatan Temple to discuss the matter of killing the murderous demon Ji Ruge. "
