One month later.
On a broad and turbulent river, two young monks were walking on the waves.
The leader is a thin monk, with one hand clasped together and the other holding a Buddhist bead, chanting something in his mouth. He is wearing a starched white linen monk's robe that swings slightly loosely in the wind. A small and exquisite brass bell is jingling around his waist, making him appear elegant and elegant. .
Although the fat monk behind him is dressed in the same way, his round body makes the monk's robes tight, as if he is a little smaller. There are still shiny stains on his sleeves and neckline. In addition, there is a person on his shoulder, and he stops occasionally. He was gasping for air and mumbling a few words. If he hadn't been riding the waves without getting wet, he would have been no different from a worldly coolie porter.
"Second Senior Brother, walk slower, walk slower." The fat monk shouted with reluctance on his face.
"It's already slow enough!" The thin monk's steps did not slow down at all, and he stepped on a ball of waves and took a few feet forward.
"Why isn't this man awake yet?" The fat monk followed quickly.
"Haha, of course it's not time yet." The thin monk smiled slightly and answered like a master.
"I was just shaken by the sound of the bell. Could it be that I woke up a long time ago and pretended to be faint all the time?" The fat monk shook Liangchen on his shoulders and secretly guessed when he saw no reaction from him.
"You're covered in oil and dirt, and it sounds like others like being carried on your back!
The master once said that the morning bell in this temple has a great origin, because the body of the bell is engraved with a sutra of Maha Conquering Demons, which has the power to subjugate demons. People in the world call it Maha Bell, but in fact its real name is The most powerful thing about Huangliang Bell is the soul attack. It can not only wake up sleeping people, but also shake people's souls away.
The man the master asked us to find has a weak soul. It is normal for him to be shaken by this clock and sleep for a few more days. "
"I see. Second Senior Brother, why don't you carry it for a while? After all, I've been carrying it for a month because I'm so thin!" The fat monk nodded upon hearing this, then rolled his eyes and asked tentatively.
"Okay. But we're at Hanyue City ahead. If you want to go into the city to rest, just keep carrying it. If you want to see the master quickly, I can carry it all the way back to the temple." The thin monk said as if he was very magnanimous. .
"No, no, no! The magical power that Second Senior Brother has cultivated is to climb mountains and rivers. It is best for Junior Brother to do the rough work of carrying people!" Upon hearing this, the fat monk's expression suddenly changed.
This mission is finally completed. I don’t know if I’ll have to wait until the Year of the Ox and the Moon of the Horse next time to go down the mountain!
Thinking of the delicacies of mountains and seas that were about to hit his mouth, and of the simple meals in the temple, he hurriedly waved his hands and said nothing about it again.
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Tianjian Mountain,
In the center of a large swamp, several sword-like peaks stand proudly between the sky and the earth. The main peak in the center is ten thousand feet high and pierces the sky, as if trying to poke a hole in the sky. It is the Tianjian Peak.
Unlike before, Tianjian Mountain, which was usually clearly visible, has become blurry and difficult to distinguish recently.
Just because in the large swamp surrounding the mountain, wisps of golden light kept rising, and the golden light circled upwards, criss-crossing and entangled outside Tianjian Mountain, and the layers were densely packed, as if a huge ball of silk protected the entire mountain.
The disciples on the mountain, whether they were the peak master or ordinary disciples, all had tense expressions and looked worried.
Ever since the teams participating in the East-West Sword Sect Competition lost contact a month ago, everyone in the sect has had an ominous premonition.
"Ye Kai accidentally killed the disciple of the West Sword Sect in the first battle, and the two sides fought fiercely!"
This is the last message sent back from Fenlongling.
I thought that even if they turned against each other, it would be just a matter of mutual casualties, but then the whole team lost news at the same time. This situation surprised everyone in the sect, and they also smelled a hint of danger.
Later, the sword cards stored in the Heart Pavilion were broken into pieces one after another, and the last traces of illusions of the important figures who knew about the matter disappeared.
The sect then sent a team of people to investigate the situation, but no news has been returned yet.
However, the mountain-protecting sword array has been fully opened, and it looks like it is facing a formidable enemy, which makes many disciples who do not know what is going on feel the seriousness of the matter.
On this day, more than a dozen sword lights suddenly appeared in front of the mountain. The sword lights only stopped in front of the mountain for a moment, then passed through many restrictions and landed directly on the mountainside.
Several welcoming disciples immediately came to greet him, and their expressions changed as soon as they looked at him. The old man with a mustache and a round face at the front was Peak Master You Kong who came to inquire about the news. At this time, he walked down the sword platform with an expressionless face.
"Why are you back so soon!"
The leading disciple who welcomed the guests was thinking wildly in his mind, carefully observing his words and expressions, and saw that all the people in the group had pale faces, as if they had received some bad news.
Thinking about the rumors from the past few days, I felt a chill in my heart.
"Welcome Master Youkong Peak!" The welcoming disciples said in unison.
Master Youkong Peak did not respond and led everyone directly up the mountain.
After everyone passed by, the leading disciple who welcomed the guests discovered that there were two more scarred people in the team. Even though it was only a glance, he could already tell that they were the two inner disciples who had obtained the qualification to watch swords a few days ago!
The clothes of the two men were stained with blood, and their auras were dim. One of them had an empty sleeve, as if he had broken an arm, and the other had a scar from his left eyebrow along the bridge of his nose to his right earlobe, which was shocking to look at.
"Is it possible that only the two of them escaped in the entire team?" A guess rang in the bottom of my heart, and then I quickly shook my head to dispel this terrifying idea.
While thinking about it, a group of people had disappeared into the mountain path, leaving only a few disciples looking at each other in shock.
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Tianjian Mountain, Jianmen Palace.
A middle-aged man with a stern face sat in the main hall. Several people stood beside the man, all staring at the two people in front of him.
"Report to the leader! Ye Kai colluded with the West Sword Sect and pretended to kill his opponent. The West Sword Sect used this as an excuse to go on a killing spree. The master of Xu Ling Peak and all his fellow sects have all fallen!" The man with a broken arm knelt down and said With trembling eyes and tears in his eyes, it was that thin man.
The almost disfigured man next to him also knelt down and remained silent, carefully identifying that it was Ye Yuan.
The middle-aged man leaned back when he heard the sound, raised his head and closed his eyes. After a moment, he said: "You will tell me in detail."
