The sword light surged, and the white light and shadow instantly engulfed Yan Ci.
The dream elf floated in the void extremely abruptly, and kicked the weak-headed boy into the lava with a fierce kick.
"Boom", the young man's figure was hazy, and he was kicked into pieces and broken into thousands of chips. A white talisman fluttered and fell into the magma.
"Stand-in talisman!" Yan Ci appeared in the corner of the corridor with a disgraced face and said in surprise, "What a good boy, you really hide your secrets."
As the name suggests, the substitute talisman can replace one's own body. It has the ability to escape from the shell of a golden cicada. It can be regarded as a wonderful tool to avoid danger and conceal people's eyes.
A young man with a weak crown is unknown, but he can break through the subtle meaning of a sword, and he still carries such a rare thing with him. It's really beyond appearances.
Yan Ci was unhappy. If that guy spread the word about what he saw, it would be his turn to not be able to eat mutton and make him smell bad. No matter what he said, he couldn't let him leave casually. He gritted his teeth and told Xiao Mengjiu to pursue him on the other side.
The third floor of the underground palace was winding and narrow, allowing only one person to pass through. Miao Zhan stopped and released his spiritual thoughts to investigate, and his doubts became increasingly serious.
Pan Yinjian asked: "What did senior brother discover?"
Miao Zhan said: "The passage is narrow and cramped, and the strong wind is raging. I'm afraid there is a greater danger hidden."
Li Chonglou said: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs. There is the fragrance of vegetation deep in the underground palace. The rare treasure must be found here."
Miao Zhan nodded and said: "That must be the case. The young monk will open the way in front, and those who are helpful will block the way behind."
Li Chonglou smiled and said: "I will do my best." Miao Zhan announced the name of the Buddha and stepped in, followed by the others.
As soon as they entered the narrow passage, they saw strong winds blowing on the ground, flying sand and flying rocks. A fierce hurricane danced wildly, sweeping back and forth, the gray wind knife twisted its head and smashed its tail, clanging and chopping randomly.
Miao Zhan sacrificed the She Dao stick, and the bright yellow stick shadow slowly rotated, destroying all the wind knives. The rest of the people tried their best to fight against the wind, but were exhausted physically and mentally by the rampant hurricane over and over again.
After crossing the windy road through hardships, the landscape before our eyes suddenly brightened. It turned out to be a valley full of birds singing and flowers fragrant. The top of the valley spanned from east to west and was squeezed into a line. The shadows of trees on both sides were far away and there was no trace of people.
Dawn appeared on the narrow sky, and the red sun rose slowly. Underfoot was a green field, with majestic buildings scattered in the distance.
Miao Zhan was amazed and murmured: "Pure and natural, it is indeed a Buddhist holy land!"
Li Chonglou asked curiously: "Hey, senior brother seems to have expected this?"
Miao Zhan nodded and said: "There are seven sufferings in Buddhism, and the suffering of birth is the suffering of pregnancy and birth. In the ten-month fetal hell, one suffers from being squeezed between the narrow narrows of the mother's belly, alternating between cold and hot, just like suffering from the torment of ice, snow, and lava. On the day of the fetus, the air current surges, just like suffering from the raging wind knife, and the paths we travel correspond to each other, most likely the prohibitions imposed by the eminent monks."
Li Chonglou said in confusion: "Buddha saves all living beings, and all living beings are Buddhas. Buddhism has never avoided the secular world, why is it arranged so secretly?"
Miao Zhan shook his head and said, "Even the young monk can't understand it."
Looking closer, the ancient temple has red walls and gold tiles, painted pillars and clouds, and the three characters of Yin Gang Temple are shining brightly.
In front of the mountain gate stand two bronze lion statues offering auspicious gifts. The male lion presses the hydrangea with its paws, and the female lion comforts the cubs, with lifelike expressions.
The group of cultivators were filled with admiration and then suddenly heard Miaojian urging: "The temple door is wide open. I'm afraid some cultivators have entered the temple to seize the treasure. Why are you so long-winded?"
Miao Zhan and Li Chonglou looked at each other and smiled, thinking to themselves that they were confused, and they were so busy chatting that they forgot the ancient adage of first come, first served.
After passing through the mountain gate, there is a solemn atmosphere in the temple. Ancient bodhi trees are planted all over the thatched cottage, and the shadows of the trees are whirling, making it more and more quiet.
A lotus pond is clear and cold, with long corridors on both sides, and the bronze statues of the Chinese zodiac entwined between the corridor columns are lifelike in shape. At the end of the corridor, the bell tower and the drum tower stand opposite each other with their cornices raised. In front of the courtyard is a three-story copper tripod only about ten feet high. Behind the bronze tripod, someone is discussing their magical powers.
The door of the Heavenly King's Hall was tightly closed, and no monks had yet entered or exited it. Li Chonglou was secretly delighted, it was neither early nor late, it was just the right time to come.
Zhengbu watched from the sidelines, only to see Qiao Li, with a fairy sword with ink marks flying and falling, fighting fiercely with the woman who stood up for Tongchenyuan in the inn.
The woman holds a beautiful fairy sword that is hazy and looming in the cold air. Between movement and stillness, her figure is like smoke and mist, with an ethereal fairy-like temperament and a beautiful face, carrying a fascinating magical power.
The monks who were present stood on the wall and watched, with a look of anxiety on their faces. A rough count showed that there were less than twenty people who had arrived. I don't know if the rest had not arrived yet or were lost on the way.
Ji Chong remained silent on the sidelines, but there was a vague glow between his palms.
Miao Zhanheshi said: "Amitabha, the rare treasure has not appeared, why are you fighting?"
Ji Chong smiled brightly and said: "My junior brother has always disliked the children of Tongchenyuan, so I have the right to teach them a lesson."
Miao Zhan said: "Nowadays, when employing people, it is better to look at the thin face of a young monk..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard Li Chonglou say in horror: "A river of mist and rain washes Qinglan, it's the Qinglan Fairy Sword!"
Miao Zhan's heart trembled, and his words suddenly stopped.
Pan Yinjian wondered: "I seem to have heard of Qinglan Fairy Sword before."
Li Chonglou murmured: "This sword is made by extracting the essence of Misty Rain and Languang, and integrating it with peerless spiritual materials. It is rumored that it is the royal object of the Yaohua Goddess in the mortal world."
Pan Yinjian suddenly recalled the rumors and said: "When it is driven, it is as thin as clouds and smoke, and as fast as lightning. The power of nothingness is hidden in every trace, and it is difficult for the opponent to detect it."
Miao Zhan sighed: "Yes, the power of nothingness is endless and can swallow up all things. No wonder fellow Taoist Qiao can't fight for a long time."
Qiao Li tried his best, but Qinglan Fairy Sword was like the source of void, and no matter how powerful the magic power was, it could not fill it. Thinking of the old battle at Cangmingze, Qiao Li became angrier as he fought. These Tongchenyuan disciples were really more evil than the others.
Qu Yuyi shed a sword curtain like a light cloud, held his sword in the air, and said coldly: "The Guizhou donkey has no skills!" His voice was like the swirling winter snow, cold and pure.
When Qiao Li heard this, he became angry and hurriedly pointed at the heavy sword with his parallel fingers, and the shadow of the sword flew up again like splashing ink.
The viewers were secretly speechless when they saw it, and suddenly heard Jichong loudly saying to himself: "This woman's Taoism is extraordinary, and she must be the enemy of this treasure hunt. It is not suitable to keep her."
After hearing this, the group of cultivators had different thoughts. Ji Chong pinched his scallion fingers and said with a smile: "If you are inconvenient to take action, you might as well sit quietly and watch the show. Ji will play a part in the end."
The dispute between Dahuang Ruins and Tongchenyuan is not surprising. However, there are many forces here. As the saying goes, the fisherman wins when the snipe and the clam fight. Ji Chong also did not dare to take action rashly, so he simply started to fan the flames.
Miao Zhan was silent, obviously not wanting to get involved in this fight. No matter whether it was Dahuang Ruins or Tongchen Garden, he didn't want to offend easily.
Li Chonglou lowered his voice and said, "Senior brother, what Ji Chong said makes sense."
Miao Zhan shook his head and said: "Although this woman's Taoist skills are extraordinary, her desire to seize the treasure is too fanciful, so it's best to ignore her for the time being."
Li Chonglou said: "Senior brother, don't forget about the disciple who controls the Qingluan Bird. The true identity of that person is unknown, but he is definitely a force that cannot be underestimated."
Miao Zhan suddenly came to his senses and asked, "What should I do according to the wishes of my fellow Taoist?"
Li Chonglou said: "Tongchenyuan has acted in a high-profile and domineering manner since the master of Qingming Peak was promoted. The treasures here are definitely not trivial, and falling into the hands of Tongchenyuan will undoubtedly make it even more powerful."
Miao Zhan pondered for a while and then slowly said: "That person deliberately concealed it, but his identity has long been revealed. If it is really Yan Ci, a disciple of Qing Ming, our actions against him will inevitably lead to a rebellion in Tongchenyuan. Now the demon cultivators are watching with eager eyes. In fact, It’s not appropriate to have civil unrest.”
Li Chonglou smiled and said: "If this is the case, it is a God-given opportunity! Don't say that senior brother doesn't want to take Luo Yinzhu into his bag as well."
Miao Zhan shook his head and said: "Otherwise, Cuiyu Temple's list of articles all over the world says that Luo Yinzhu has been obtained by the goddess of Wushan. We must not provoke a dispute rashly."
Li Chonglou sneered and said: "The theory of the Wushan Goddess is false. Could it be that this is a trick used by Cuiyu Guan to put the blame on others after it succeeded."
Pan Yinjian and the young monk Miaojian were both people with no opinions. They were listening to the argument and didn't know what to say.
Suddenly, a clear sound like roaring dragons and tigers suddenly came from the depths of the ancient temple, and a colorful cloud rose over the temples.
The entire space is full of strange phenomena, gorgeous and magnificent. The gleaming glow envelopes the Heavenly King's Palace, and the doors of the Empty Gate, the Wuxiang Gate, and the Wuzuo Gate creak open.
When interests are present, all rights and wrongs are not worth mentioning. The group of cultivators had a clear understanding of each other and swarmed towards the palace. Qiao Li abandoned Qu Yuyi halfway, turned around and rushed into the palace, shouting violently: "Haha, the treasure belongs to our Great Wasteland Ruins, no one is allowed to touch it without permission."
The monks were so angry that they rolled their eyes. Li Chonglou sneered and said: "The treasures are only for the virtuous. How dare this madman Qiao make such arrogant remarks!"
On the left and right sides of the hall are enshrined the statues of the four heavenly kings, with four kinds of villains on their feet: wine, sex and wealth. The statue has an angry look, raising a sword, holding a pipa, holding a snake, and holding an umbrella, symbolizing good weather.
In the middle of the hall lies Maitreya Buddha, who is always smiling. On the altar in front of the Buddha's seat are placed some pure water, flowers, spiritual fruits and incense.
No one has been to the ancient temple for a long time, but the water glass is still full, the flowers and fruits are still fresh, and even the fine incense that was lit at an unknown time is still floating with green smoke.
The two monks who were closer smelled the fragrance of flowers and fruits and couldn't help but reach out and grab them.
Before the confession, a small ripple suddenly appeared, and two arcs of fire as thin as hair came out of the head, shyly leaning against the fingertips of the person who touched it.
There were two muffled sounds of puff, puff, and the monk turned over without warning and fell down. His body turned into two wisps of blue smoke and was instantly absorbed by the waves.
The cultivators were horrified and stepped back quickly. Ji Chong cursed: "Idiot, you dare to use your hands and feet knowingly that something is wrong!"
Miao Zhan stepped out from the crowd and casually held up a Buddhist bell with a solemn treasure appearance and surging golden light. The bell shape was thick and thick, with eighteen blue gods engraved on it. The bell sounded clear and long.
As circles of golden ripples spread on the surface of the clock body, the waves in the void gradually become clear and discernible.
A curtain of diffuse yellow light stood in front of the desk, with countless arcs of white fire crawling on it. The monks took a deep breath and retreated a few feet away again with a crash.
Qiao Li's heart wavered, but he pretended to be calm and said: "Jialan Mirror, don't you think that Master carries this treasure with you, aren't you afraid of losing it?" Many monks were puzzled by the name of this Dharma Bell. .
Miao Zhan did not explain, but said calmly: "The Forbidden Magic Formation has appeared, does the donor want to break it?"
Qiao Li choked and fell silent immediately. Ji Chong's eyes were as gentle as water, and he smiled and said: "The Seven Evil Yin Fire Formation is difficult to resolve without the magical power of Buddhism. With a master here, how can we be allowed to show our embarrassment?"
Li Chonglou interjected: "In that case, how should the treasures be distributed in the palace?"
Ji Chong smiled and said: "There are many ancient temples, and there must be more than one restricted here. Why don't you all work together to share the treasures?"
Li Chonglou approached Miao Zhan and whispered for a while, then invited Ji Chong to come forward to discuss the strategy of dividing the treasure. After the discussion, he said loudly: "We are destined to be together, and we can bring you all to win the treasure together. But no matter how hard you work, you will gain. Those who have made meritorious deeds in breaking the ban will be given priority to select several treasures depending on the number of meritorious services they have made. What do you think?"
Now that Jialan Temple, Huaqing Sect and Dahuang Ruins have reached a consensus, they naturally do not allow others to disagree. The monks looked at each other and responded: "Distribution according to work, this is how it should be."
The frosty color on Qu Yuyi's dimples did not change. He thought about it for a while, but finally nodded silently.
Li Chonglou raised his eyes and looked at her, seeing his elegant, noble and indestructible appearance, his eyes couldn't help but have a strange look.
This woman has not been promoted to the rank for a long time, but she can compete with Madman Qiao and rarely loses. She is a righteous woman who cannot be underestimated. Not to mention her beauty and all the popularity, it is inevitable that people will feel pity for her.
