The preparations for the ceremony were meticulous and lengthy. During this time, the temple had been shrouded in a solemn and solemn atmosphere, and even the fun among the junior disciples was rare. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
Yun Qing originally planned to stay in seclusion for a period of time to recharge his batteries, and then take away the ideas of Lotus Heart Void Hidden Contemplation when the selection of his direct successor grabbed everyone's attention. But just this morning, a major incident directly interrupted her plan, and also caused the preparations for the entire ceremony to move quickly.
The messenger from the Temple of Heaven sent a message to worship the mountain, and the messenger from Shiwandashan was already at the edge of the Thirteen Barriers.
The war in the south has been stagnant for a long time, because neither Lutian Temple nor Shiwandashan dared to fight for their lives while there were still two other holy places in the southern continent. At present, Shiwandashan has strong troops but lacks rear strength, and Lu Tiantan is slightly weaker but has a solid foundation. On the one hand, they need overwhelming force to stifle the vitality of Lu Tiantan in the process of growth, and on the other hand, they need time to allow the emerging humane cultivators to grow into true combat effectiveness, so it is very reasonable to seek support from the other two holy places at this juncture.
When Yun Qing got the news, the messenger from the Temple of Heaven had already arrived at the foot of Zizai Cliff.
"I wonder who came to the Temple of Heaven?" Yun Qing was reading Buddhist scriptures under the green lamp of the monastery. The soft light shone on one side of her face, while the other side was completely shrouded in shadow.
Yuan Shen said earnestly: "There are more than a dozen inner disciples, and the leader is named Yu Qiong. It seems that Lu Tiantan is very sincere."
The war in Lutian Temple is tight, and the inner disciples are basically joining the front line. It's good to be able to squeeze out a few people here.
"What about Shiwandashan?" Yun Qing recalled the name "Yu Qiong" and knew him. When she first got into the Temple of Heaven, she lived in the same garden as Senior Sister Yu Qiong. At that time, Senior Sister Yu took good care of her.
"This..." Yuan Shen paused for a while, "They have arrived at the mountain worship post, but they are still at Thirteen Barriers. They probably don't want to run into Lu Tiantan."
Yun Qing nodded with a gentle expression.
Yuan Shen felt relieved when he saw that she didn't blame her.
He has been quite concerned about this senior Yun Qing in the past few days. After all, from the fact that Master Jue Luan specifically asked his disciples to recall this person, it can be seen that this senior Yun Qing still has a good chance of becoming a direct descendant. If he could hug this thick thigh, he wouldn't have to worry about it for the rest of his life. Yuan Shen has been practicing in the temple since he was a child, but his qualifications are very ordinary. Most of the people who came with him have already entered the inner sect, but he has not made any progress.
Therefore, he was unwilling to miss an opportunity to make good friends with his future direct disciples.
"What arrangements are there for receiving the envoy?" Yun Qing raised her head and turned to him, then asked.
Although Yuan Shen knew that Senior Yun Qing was blind, he still did not dare to look at her. He felt that Senior Yun Qing often read scriptures and must have a way to see.
"I don't know yet..." Yuan Shen lowered his head lower and lower, and there was an invisible pressure exerted on him, which made him feel like he was being watched by a deep gaze. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
Seeing that he was frightened, Yun Qing stopped looking at him, and her mind returned to the book.
"Okay, you can go down." Yun Qing didn't need him to know anything, she could find out this herself using the heavenly book.
She can't meet people from the Temple of Heaven yet, especially when Yu Qiong still knows her. It would be even worse if he encountered a hundred thousand mountains. If he did, he would probably be splashed with blood on the spot.
Yuan Shen broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly ran out of Yun Qing's monastery, only to bump into someone head on.
"Amitabha, why are you in such a hurry?" The disciple seemed to be from the Arhat Hall. He was holding a vajra, tall and strong, and his skin was dark and golden.
Before Yuan Shen opened his mouth, Yun Qing took over: "I scolded him a few times just now. Please don't blame me for being frightened."
When the disciples of Luohan Hall saw Yun Qing opening his mouth, they no longer cared about Yuan Shen. Yuan Shen rushed around him and rushed out, not forgetting to cast a grateful look at Yun Qing.
"Amitabha, the envoys from the Temple of Heaven have gone to the top of Zizai Cliff to pay their respects to Master Jue Luan. Master Jue Luan has just passed down the message that everyone in the Temple of Heaven will watch the ceremony here. When the ceremony is over, the two sides will discuss the war in the south." The name of Arhat Hall The disciple said angrily.
Yun Qing turned over a page in the book in his hand and read it carefully with his eyes closed, which made the Arhat Hall disciple feel a little weird.
"But Senior Brother Jueluan asked you to come to me?" Yun Qing said.
The disciple of Luohan Hall nodded and replied seriously: "Master Jueluan said that the ceremony will be held in advance the day after tomorrow. I hope you will prepare well."
Yun Qing nodded and said gently: "Thank you for conveying it. I will definitely live up to his trust."
The disciples of Luohan Hall bowed and left, leaving Yun Qing to shine alone.
She closed the book and sighed: "That's all, just come in advance, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Yun Qing stood up, gently covered his eyes with his hands, and then lowered them little by little, revealing his dark eyes.
Her eyes were extremely dark, without pupils, and they were so dark and strangely deep. Everything she looked at was strongly distorted, and things were constantly changing between birth and death, from existence to nothingness, from birth to death. Every subtle change was projected into the book of heaven, but everything in this world Everything that has ever existed, exists, and will exist in the future is recorded in the Book of Heaven, and nothing can escape.
Yun Qing tried his best to move the heavenly book and look towards the Scripture Pavilion. After a few breaths, he felt that he could no longer hold on.
When the Heavenly Book is running at full strength like this, the information it transmits is as thin as a feather, and its number is like the stars of the Milky Way. Without a strong enough soul, it cannot bear it.
Yun Qing sighed, several secret rubbings were gone. It seems that Jue Luan still understands the importance. Whether it is state of mind guidance or the Thousand-Word Marrow Cleansing Sutra, these are just trivial matters. Once it involves the importance of inheritance such as the Lotus Heart Void Hidden Concept, he will not leave it to Yun Qing easily. .
She didn't know that she had had an encounter with Lian Xin Kong Zang Guan Fang before in the Sutra Pavilion but had just passed by.
Without the rubbings, Yun Qing has only one way to go, and that is to steal the original copy.
The Lotus Heart Void Tibetan Dharma True Text suspended in the barrier on the top floor of the Sutra Pavilion carries thousands of years of Buddhist incense and the breath of countless Buddhist powers, and also carries the huge cause and effect of Guiling Temple for countless years. It itself is very fragile, but it is extremely difficult to take it away. If she made a mistake, it would be a trivial matter if she didn't take something away. If she destroyed the secret book, she would have no life and would have to ask Jueluan for rubbings.
Yun Qing felt that it was very dangerous when she thought about it, because once she touched the authentic secret book, she and Guiling Temple would become mortal enemies.
However, as long as Amang's plan goes smoothly, escaping from Guiling Temple will only be difficult and dangerous, not impossible.
She blew out the light, and the quiet night could not cover up the cold light on the small glass cup.
On the second day, the preparations for the ceremony were taken care of almost as quickly as possible, because the dozen or so inner disciples of the Temple of Heaven couldn't wait at all. They couldn't wait to form an alliance with Guiling Temple in the next second, and then Return to the front lines to support the humanitarian forces.
Yun Qing stayed locked up in the monastery all day long, but this was also her normal state, so it did not arouse any suspicion.
That night, Jue Luan came down from the top of Zizi Cliff and discussed Taoism and Dharma with Yu Qiong until the next morning. His consciousness firmly covered the entire Guiling Temple, and Yun Qing could not find any loopholes.
She stayed quietly in her room, meditating and practicing, without moving.
Early the next morning, a young novice knocked on her door and said loudly: "Senior Yun Qing, the ceremony has begun. Master Jue Luan has summoned you to come over."
Yun Qing opened the door. The red monk's robe was changed into a plain sacrificial robe. She held a small glass cup in her hand. She smiled softly and said, "Thank you for letting me know."
The little novice monk was a little embarrassed and was about to answer when his vision suddenly went dark and he fell to the ground.
Yun Qing put the young monk down and brought him into the house, but he walked towards the Sutra Pavilion calmly.
It's about to start.
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In Mianfeng Corridor, Zheng Zhenzhen was soaking in the cold pool and gnawing fruits.
There was no wine jar under the peach blossom tree, and Jiu Huan was no longer around. Ever since that Qingxuzi arrived, Senior Jinghua and Senior Jiuhuan both seemed a little wary. She couldn't help with these matters, so she could only try not to cause trouble for the two of them.
Suddenly, a colorful shadow of a letter bird appeared on her chest.
"Come to Jieshan."
Zheng Zhenzhen saw the letter bird spit out these words and jumped up from the cold pool, and even knocked over the fruit plate.
Yun Qing has always been carrying the messenger bird walking in the Temple of Heaven. This thing can speak with the human tongue, and it can imitate human speech very vividly. Maybe he will be able to use it sometime, so Yun Qing didn't throw it away. She had created this phantom for Zheng Zhenzhen when she was redefining the boundary mountain two years ago, just waiting to use it today.
This bird imitated Yun Qing's lukewarm tone, and Zheng Zhenzhen almost cried when he heard it. She quickly put on her clothes and ran down the mountain without telling Jinghua and the others. She had a hunch that the time to say goodbye had come.
Zheng Zhenzhen has finished cleaning his marrow and cutting his bones. In the past two years, apart from other things, he has learned the Qingshen Kungfu very well and can run very fast even in this vast snowy field.
As she ran, she looked north with wide eyes, fully expecting to see Yun Qing in the next second. However, when she walked to the foot of Jie Mountain, she only saw a big man with thick white snow on his body.
"Amon?!"
He was tall and it looked like he had been standing there for a long time, covered in snow, like a straight pine tree.
Aman smiled stupidly at her and suddenly pulled open his animal skin coat.
Zheng Zhenzhen was startled. There were dark magic patterns on Amang's tight muscles on his chest. She looked at them for a long time before saying, "What is this?"
Aman still smiled stupidly.
Zheng Zhenzhen thought about it for a long time, wondering whether he should lose some energy to go in, when the phantom of the letter bird flew to Amang.
This dark magic pattern began to twist and change crazily, struggling on Amang's skin, and finally crawled down like a living snake. The magic pattern fell on the ground and condensed into a thin page of paper, with two paragraphs written in incomprehensible ancient characters.
"Leave it to Mianfenglang, then come back here and follow Amang."
These were the last words spoken by the phantom of the letter bird. It consumed all the power it had accumulated over the past two years, and then turned into a piece of blue feathers and disappeared.
Zheng Zhenzhen pinched this thin piece of paper, feeling extremely nervous. She had never done anything bad in her life, and now she felt uneasy, always feeling that this piece of paper might have some bad consequences.
However, the content on this piece of paper may be related to Yun Qing's escape from the pursuit of several holy places. Even if she is uneasy, she cannot leave it alone.
She didn't notice that the giggling Aman next to her was staring at her without blinking. This look was different from Aman's usual ignorance, and seemed deep and dark.
Zheng Zhenzhen gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait, I'll be right back!"
She ran back towards Jieyou Cliff quickly, and her thin figure disappeared into the wind and snow.
At this time, Yun Qing, who was far away in Guiling Temple, gently touched the prohibition of the Sutra Pavilion, with a soft and quiet curve at the corner of her mouth. She had just seen Zheng Zhenzhen's hesitant and uneasy look through Amang's eyes. As long as Zheng Zhenzhen showed his face, Not willing at all, as long as she hesitates for a little longer...
Then Amang's hands would break her neck.