When I returned to Duzun Temple, it was in ruins. Chen Mo set a fire before leaving and burned the temple to ashes. It was only the nearby believers who rushed up the mountain and a rain that calmed the fire.
Fortunately, there were still a few pavilions left, so everyone rested in the pavilions.
After hearing the sad news about Duzun Mountain, Huizhong couldn't help but choked up and couldn't speak even though he was a well-known eminent monk. In addition, the death of Master Ji Bu left him with no trace of the Dharma for a while.
Chen Mo did not return to the mountain together. After talking with Huizhong and Li Rufeng, and Lin San's firm denial, it seemed that it was indeed not the White Lotus Sect, so he let Lin San go. If all his abilities are ruined, it will probably be difficult for him to practice any martial arts in the future. That's all. If he really did it, he would be punished like this for his young talent and would be remembered for the rest of his life. If it was not his fault, he would just feel guilty. However, he didn't care what he was doing at this moment. From the moment he came down the mountain, he started practicing the opposite. Therefore, no matter how Huizhong tried to persuade him, Chen Mo just shook his head and left alone. From then on, there was no more temple for him. , There is no more respect on the mountain.
The only person who is awake and intact on this mountain is Xiao Yuanfu, who does not know martial arts. Although he lost his only son and was extremely depressed, he has not lost his mind after all. He is worthy of being a person who has experienced the world.
Li Rufeng was covered in injuries and lost his left hand. He had a high fever and was in coma for many days. When he woke up, he was in great pain due to his physical disability. Zhang Tiehan has been bedridden and still has a fever. After Tie Lian was injured that day, he was washed away by the river. Later, everyone went downstream to look for him, but no one was alive or dead, and no body was found. They didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Fortunately, there was also Jing Yunpeng. Although he was seriously injured, fortunately he was strong and recovered gradually within two days. He was busy taking care of everyone. He likes to take a short break at noon, then wash his face, drink a cup of tea, and go to the open space under the pavilion to perform martial arts. This is a habit inherited from Du Qinglan, which can keep her energetic throughout the afternoon.
Xiao Yuanfu didn't take a lunch break. After finishing everything, he came to the open space, picked up a blackened slate, wiped it with his sleeves, sat down, and watched Jing Yunpeng perform martial arts, and a picture appeared in his mind. Picture, I unconsciously recited poetry in my mouth, and started shaking my head when I read the picture.
"A new song with new lyrics and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When will the sunset return? Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone."
Jing Yunpeng listened to him reciting this poem, paused, and immediately danced a set of sword skills in time with the beat. It was surprisingly smoother than before, and his energy and blood were much smoother. He couldn't help but smile at him. Xiao Yuanfu walked over, cupped his fists and said, "Master, you also know how to use swordsmanship?"
"Oh... that's not true. Could it be that... the young master's sword skills were inspired by poetry?" Xiao Yuanfu couldn't help but laugh. I knew that the picture in my mind just now was not there for no reason.
"Haha... Master, you really have a good eye. My swordsmanship was passed down by my master. It is taken from "Huanxi Sand" written by Yan Xianggong."
"As expected of the fifth son of the Confucian sect, you are truly beyond the reach of the rotten Confucians like us. From what I can see, the swordsmanship inherited by your fellow apprentices and brothers seems to be based on poetry, lyrics, and music." After spending time together, Xiao Yuanfu naturally knew that Jing Yunpeng and others He learned from the five Confucian disciples, and those five disciples were all talented in both civil and military affairs. When I saw them fighting before, due to the urgency of the situation, I didn't have time to examine them carefully. Now I had time to see it from Jing Yunpeng's swordsmanship. The lyrics, sentences, and composition make me admire the attainments of the five Confucian scholars.
"Master, you're too polite. In fact, this swordsmanship was created by my master. At that time, my master learned five sets of unique skills from Confucian classics and passed them on to his family master and four uncles. Those five sets of unique skills are the Qianyuan Miaoqu. Sword, Poetry Palm of Heaven and Earth, Drunken Chanting of Poetry and Wine, Graceful Heart Sutra, and Bold Flowing Cloud Steps. The master ranked fourth. What he learned was the Graceful Heart Sutra based on Xin Li's poems. It was later carried forward by the master. In the Heart Sutra On the basis of this, he created exquisite skills such as Wanyi Sword Technique, Zangyue Boxing Technique, Yi An Yinbu, Linling Sword Technique, and Zhengdu Palm."
"I see..." Xiao Yuanfu lost interest when he heard Jing Yunpeng's introduction to martial arts. He just thought the name of the technique was quite pleasant. Suddenly, he shrank his nose, sniffed Jing Yunpeng again and said, "Have you been drinking?"
"No, what's wrong?"
"You smell of alcohol...Hmm...wait a minute, it seems...it's the smell of the old burnt knife, and it's actually stronger than Lulu's."
"Really? But I didn't drink it. Could it be that I drank that jar of wine before the battle by the river that day?"
"Well, maybe it's true, hey... tell me, why is there a jar of wine in there? Is this wine just to attract us to open the box? Or does it have another magical purpose? Moreover, why is the aroma of the wine so strong? It won’t dissipate in a few days?”
"This... can't be true. Judging from their smug looks, it's obvious that the scriptures already have what they need, so why would there be anything else? Besides, hasn't Xu Hao already mastered the recipe for this wine? "
Huizhong listened silently to the discussion between the two under a big tree. This time the losses were heavy and he had to bear a great responsibility. The secret of protecting the treasure seemed to have basically failed. Even so, I feel unwilling to do so. Now... let's go alone. Even if there is a last chance, we must stop it. This is a promise to Xu Ying and his father, and an explanation to the monks in the He Temple.
At this moment, the atmosphere in Zhang Tiezhuang was completely different.
Xu Hao holds the "Golden Stone Sutra" and "Diamond Sutra Transformation Diagram" in his hands, and holds the oaths of the three families. After getting the book, I opened it and saw that it was a series of intuitive illustrations. Following the instructions on the screen, I brewed Shaodaozi wine using the Shaodaozi recipe. Now I just waited for the wine to mature, swallowed the wine, sprayed it on the black iron sword, and then I could draw the knife.
According to subsequent illustrations, this knife was originally used as the key to the underground palace, which can be said to be crucial.
Looking at it now, this section actually appears in Xu Shouhui's last suicide note to the Chongqing Ming family.
According to the instructions of the illustration, spray the Shao Knife wine on the "Golden Stone Sutra" and the "Diamond Sutra Transformation Picture", and then stack the two together. The so-called "poem and picture meet", and a picture will appear on the paper. With the treasure map, you can accurately find the location of the treasure, then follow the route marked on the map to enter the underground palace, use the black iron sword to open the underground palace door, and finally reach the "Pastoral Palace", where you can see many treasures. Xu Hao was very satisfied with this.
Also satisfied is Ming Xiang. After searching for so many years, I finally found it. Next, it was his turn to take action. However, it is not appropriate to take action now. It is not too late to wait until everyone thinks that the treasure has been taken away by Xu Hao. Before that, it is necessary to eliminate all people who may affect the seizure of the treasure and make Xu Hao lose his vitality.
In the battle by the river, although Duzunshan-Wuyue Alliance, Genyue Alliance, and White Lotus Sect all suffered heavy losses, the remnants of the party are still there. It is very likely that they will not die of evil intentions and launch an attack on the way to the underground palace where the treasure is hidden. And the last few groups of people with unknown origins who appeared were very frightening, and they had to be careful. Therefore, it is not appropriate to conflict with Xu Hao yet. However, Master Zhang Tianshi was leaving, which made Mingxiang very melancholy. Although Zhang Tianshi Zhang Yuqing cannot support his career, with him around, he feels that he has someone to support him and will be very stable.
"Sir, are you really going to leave?" Mingxiang was particularly reluctant to leave.
"I have been traveling north for many days, and there are still some secular things in the religion that need to be dealt with. Besides, there is a letter from Shanmen saying that Master Zhang of Wudang wants to come to teach me, so I have to go first."
Seeing what Zhang Yuqing said, Ming Xiang could no longer try to persuade him to stay. Although without Zhang Yuqing, it would be difficult for him to deal with Xu Haoshang, but compared to Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, his weight in Zhang Yuqing's heart is naturally inferior, and he can understand this. Moreover, Zhang Yuqing seemed to have no intention of taking sides between himself and Xu Hao.
"People outside of China have a bit of a bad temper, and it is not easy to be submissive to one person." The speaker was Duize Wei Mingren, who had recently arrived from the East. At this moment, he and Ming Xiang were seeing off Zhang Yuqing. He knew that the sect leader was sighing because Zhang Yuqing was unwilling to do anything for him.
"That's all, I shouldn't have thought about it." Ming Xiang is also a person who is very good at self-control. He knows that Zhang Yuqing is just his friend. He is superior to him in essays and martial arts. What charm does he have? Is he willing to serve himself?
"How are the arrangements going?" Mingxiang turned to Akihito.
"Don't worry, Sect Master, everything has been arranged. Xunfeng and Genshan are in place."
