The sky is filled with wind and sand.
Ling Jianzi did not stop at Xiguan.
Even though his spiritual power was exhausted, he did not choose to stay. He just took a few pills and continued moving forward.
Lingyin Temple and Daozong are thousands of miles apart. For some reasons, Su Mo did not tell Lingjianzi about Shen Yu.
But he still knew it from the mouth of many students.
Shen Yu disappeared in Lingyin Temple, and another woman who was very good to him, his uncle, was imprisoned by Lingyin Temple and told the world that she would be thrown into a Buddhist cave.
Therefore, Lingjianzi tried his best to activate the flying sword all the way, trying to get there as soon as possible.
At night, Ling Jianzi saw the temple on the sand dune.
Ling Jianzi walked into the ruined temple.
There was a fire burning in the temple.
More than ten practitioners sat around the fire.
Practitioners are not afraid of cold or heat, their eyesight is far better than ordinary people, and they do not need light when walking at night, but they still light a fire.
No one likes to be alone. The fire is a sign of calling for companions. Getting together often brings courage to people.
The firelight illuminated their faces, and the flames moving with the wind made their faces a little uncertain. They were probably still hesitating whether to walk a few more miles before the cave opened in the middle of the night. The problem was that they would inevitably encounter In the face of entanglements and fights from competitors, wouldn’t it be a loss if the cave is fake?
More than ten eyes fell on Ling Jianzi.
Ling Jianzi ignored it and walked to the corner to sit down.
He doesn't need companions and has long been used to being alone.
There was silence in the ruined temple, except for the sound of the flames being blown by the mountain wind.
I don’t know how long it took, but an extremely loud voice came from outside the temple, which diluted the tense and depressing feeling caused by the night in the ruined temple.
"This can't be true! It's a shame they can figure it out. Why should the Sword Buddha be afraid of Daoyan? What a joke. This is Xizhou, the Holy Land of Lingshan. Daoyan hasn't appeared for many years. Who knows he is now Is it possible to end the war or die of old age? Anyone who thinks like this is an absolute idiot."
Two monks walked into the ruined temple, one old and one young. The younger one spoke.
More than a dozen Taoist practitioners glared at the young monk.
The young monk was careless and didn't notice the fire at all. He didn't expect anyone to be in the temple, so he was stunned.
If you scold the number one person in the world in front of Taoist practitioners, you probably won't be beaten...
The young monk was very embarrassed when he spoke ill of someone behind his back, but the victim listened. He bowed and apologized repeatedly.
More than ten Taoist disciples were angry and helpless, because the young monk's apology was indeed very sincere. More importantly, he and the old monk were carrying old wooden boxes on their backs, practicing hard and dressing up. They knew their origins at a glance. Where can these people afford to offend?
I heard that the eminent monk of Lingyin Temple has a good temper. If he can vent his anger with a few curse words, what's the point?
No one dared to do anything. They accepted the young monk's apology, stood up and saluted the old monk, and even gave up the best seat by the fire.
The young monk suddenly saw Ling Jianzi wearing a hat in the corner. He hesitated a little, took another look before confirming, and couldn't help shouting.
The old monk said helplessly: "What's wrong?"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh..."
The young monk felt that Ling Jianzi wanted to hide his identity and it was difficult to accuse him. He was very anxious and said to the old monk: "Uncle, what you said is right, I was wrong."
When he thought about it, the young man in front of him seemed to be a talented disciple of the younger generation of Dao Sect, and he would definitely argue with him about the superiority of Sword Buddha and Dao Yan Zhenren.
Ling Jianzi met the young monk twice, but he didn't expect that he talked so much and was even more noisy than Dou Ya'er.
In the past, he might have been a little annoyed, but now he felt a little disgusted and looked indifferent towards the young monk.
The firelight illuminated the lower corner of the hat.
The young monk put his hands on his chest, thinking that it was indeed as rumored that the geniuses from Feilaifeng had bad tempers.
"Junior Brother Lingjianzi... No, Senior Brother Lingjianzi... why are you here? Have you also heard the rumors about this temple?"
His voice was so low that other practitioners in the temple did not notice.
Ling Jianzi shook his head.
The young monk was ready to say something.
The old monk came over and said, "Shut up."
The young monk sighed and closed his mouth, thinking that he and this Taoist disciple did have some conflicts, and he was forced to practice silent meditation every time he met.
Seeing this scene, Ling Jianzi wondered if he should learn the silent chant and pass it on to Dou Ya'er in two years.
Ling Jianzi stretched out his hand and asked the old monk to sit down.
The old monk explained a few words softly.
It turned out that the Zen temple in Donglai Mountain heard about this incident and was worried that some Taoist disciples would conflict with Buddhist disciples and then smash the temple to pieces, so they sent these two people here to persuade them.
Ling Jianzi thought it was normal, because Zen sect is different from Vinaya sect, and Zen sect disciples like to meddle in other people's affairs.
If you are new to them, you may think these monks are too pedantic, too famous, or even pretentious.
But since Zen Buddhism has been hypocritical for thousands of years, it will definitely be respected by many people, including countries large and small in Western Continent.
"What about you?" the old monk asked.
Ling Jianzi said: "Just taking a look, maybe this is a cave left by a great cultivator after he ascended."
The old monk understood that this kind of thing often happened in the past.
Before some seniors ascended or disappeared, they liked to make fake caves to joke with their juniors.
The old monk was a little confused and said: "But... Sword Buddha doesn't have this kind of temperament."
But...the other real person called Number One in the World also likes it.
Ling Jianzi thought.
The mountain wind was so strong that the fire in the temple was blown around.
More than ten Taoist disciples got up and rushed outside the temple, looking somewhere in the mountains.
Under the night dome, there is a faint precious light flashing like water, and a wind rises from there.
"The mechanism is about to open!"
"I'll take the first step!"
There were still a few practitioners who couldn't help but rushed into the twenty-mile area before the cave opened.
As several rays of sword light illuminated the night sky, more practitioners appeared in the surrounding mountains and fields.
The spirit sword flew up with the wind and landed on the top of a big tree. He looked into the distance and remained silent.
That's what the man said back then in the cliffs more than twenty miles away.
"If those greedy idiots find out that there is no treasure in the ruined temple, only a blank piece of paper, will they be mad to death?"
After saying this, the man laughed happily, and his laughter echoed among the peaks.
Countless years later, that laughter still seems to be echoing here.
Ling Jianzi's eyes suddenly became sharp, like a real sword.
He fell from the treetops, silently like a fallen leaf, and then slipped into the night.
Not long after, he appeared on the cliff more than twenty miles away.
He believed that he didn't make any noise, and even caused little disturbance to the wind. If there was someone here just now, he probably wouldn't have been disturbed by him.
They are starting from scratch, and he does not believe that the other party can be any higher than his own level.
He was a little disappointed.
There is no one on the cliff.
I don’t know how long it took, but the valley below the cliff became lively.
Dozens of practitioners gathered here, and the arguments became louder and louder. The mechanism has not yet been fully activated, and these casual cultivators and practitioners from small sects can no longer hold themselves back, and began to discuss how to divide the treasure later, but they still could not come up with a plan that everyone was satisfied with.
The young Zen monk felt that the atmosphere in the room was getting more and more tense, and he was a little worried. He wanted to give some advice, but he was unable to speak because of his silence, and he was very anxious. The old monk had seen similar scenes too many times and knew that there was nothing he could do to dissuade these people, so he closed his eyes and began to rest his mind.
These cultivators will definitely fight each other later, and it is easy to say that they will die directly. It will take a lot of effort to treat those seriously injured with severed hands and broken abdomens.
The old monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked high into the night sky. He sensed the familiar breath and thought with relief that nothing would happen tonight.
The quarrels in the valley gradually subsided. More and more practitioners sensed the aura coming from far away in the night sky and looked up in shock.
A line of auspicious clouds floated from the southeast, in which an extremely grand lotus throne loomed, exuding a peaceful Zen atmosphere.
"Buddhist Golden Body!"
The practitioners exclaimed again and again, quickly arranged their clothes and saluted to the sky.
All the gifts are given by the juniors.
Sword Buddha is one of the most senior people in the spiritual world today.
Ling Jianzi looked at the night sky with a smile on his face, thinking that he should have thought that since this place is not far from Lingyin Temple, then that big event is about to happen, and any disturbance will arouse the vigilance of Lingyin Temple, so they I'll probably come over and take a look.
Perhaps the only people in the world who knew this story were himself and Lingyin Temple. He learned from Su Mo that Lingyin Temple was the murderer back then.
A voice sounded from the depths of the auspicious cloud, fell with the wind, and fell on everyone's ears.
"This is where I, Buddha Tathagata, preach. There are no real treasures. Please disperse."
Sword Buddha's voice is very clear and soft, like nectar. You can't tell how old he is, and it has an unreal feeling.
The practitioners on the ground responded one after another and dispersed around the mountains and fields.
The reason why everyone is so obedient is naturally because of the prestige of Sword Buddha.
The monks of Lingyin Temple never lied, not to mention that this person came with such a high seniority.
And everyone knows that the person in front of him is a Buddhist and a swordsman, and his murderous intentions are not as bad as those lunatics in Sword Fairy City.
The old and young monks stood up and saluted the auspicious cloud.
Sword Buddha's voice disappeared for a while and then sounded again.
"Master nephew, don't go north."
The old monk looked slightly strange and bowed his head in response.
…
Ling Jianzi didn't look at the auspicious clouds in the night sky, but looked at somewhere under the cliff.
There was an old man in black clothes, who looked ordinary, and he performed the junior salute with the practitioners around him.
Everyone in the Land of Thousand Rivers is like a lonely ghost.
Ling Jianzi didn't expect that he didn't see the biggest ghost tonight, but he saw the most unlikely ghost.
Ming Cao of Qianchuan Liucao is here.
If it weren't for the other party's reaction when Sword Buddha appeared, he wouldn't have noticed it.
Why did Ming Cao come? Because he was also involved in that matter many years ago. I can't rest assured if I don't come and confirm it with my own eyes?
The next moment, Ling Jianzi felt alarmed and wanted to look away, but it was already too late.
Ming Cao looked up at him with an indifferent expression, as if he had not discovered his identity.
Ling Jianzi knew that the other party's consciousness had fallen on him and could not be erased unless he could create enough distance.
If he leaves like this, the other party can use his spiritual consciousness to find him at any time later, and then kill him with one sword.
Ling Jianzi turned around without hesitation and walked along the slope of the cliff to the bottom of the auspicious clouds.
The stars are very bright tonight, and the shadows of the auspicious clouds are very clear.
The auspicious clouds drifted towards the north, and he floated forward through the mountains and rivers in the shadow, still not controlling the sword.
I don’t know if Xiangyun is too slow or if he is too fast, but the two sides are always together.
Ming Cao didn't know when he came to the cliff and looked there quietly. In the end, without doing anything, he turned into a sword light and disappeared into the sky.
Ling Jianzi walked with Yun for hundreds of miles and left Xiguan and the sand dunes.
The auspicious clouds suddenly became faster, turning into a stream of light and heading towards the distant Lingshan Mountain, leaving only the voice of the Sword Buddha echoing between heaven and earth.
"The fox has been pretending to be the tiger for so long. The little guy is very courageous. We are not far from Lingshan Mountain. We will have a fight when we meet."
Ling Jianzi stopped and looked at the flickering Lingshan Mountain with a complicated expression.
Those seniors with high cultivation level always like to be in the clouds, but now that I have accepted the favor of the Sword Buddha, I will not hold back in the next fight.
Uncle Yangliu, do you still want to save me?
The boy was a little confused.
