When a mysterious bloody storm breaks out in the prosperous land in the south, Mianfenglang and Guiling Temple in the Snow Mountain in the northwest are also preparing for a cruel battle.
A chaotic and disorderly conquest will only bring harm to the orthodoxy. Knowing this well, the seniors of the Holy Land have controlled the conflict between the two sides within a reasonable range. This kind of control is not strict, but it also plays a role in delaying the outbreak of the conflict. Perhaps they didn't mean to completely erase the contradiction, but just wanted to maximize this conflict at an appropriate time.
This naturally existing loophole made Yun Qing full of expectations for the site selection of Jieshan in the near future.
"There may be a battle before the site selection of Jieshan, and the direct disciples are not allowed to participate in it, so you are the key to success or failure." Liao Yuan said to Yun Qing who was beside him.
A group of them walked in the vast snow in red monk robes, like a deep scar tearing the earth.
This land can be called barren, even snow wolves and white bears are less frequent, but these flesh-and-blood Buddhist cultivators can brave the cold that freezes everything, and move forward all the way.
Yun Qing felt that judging from the number of times Yuan emphasized "fighting skills" along the way, the meeting with Mianfenglang this time would probably not be good. There is also the fact that direct disciples do not participate in martial arts, she also thinks it is quite meaningful after thinking about it.
The direct inheritance of the Holy Land has always been a special existence. To some extent, direct disciples mean the future of this holy land. Each of them has unique strength, and each of them has the potential to aspire to the Great Dao. With the same cultivation level, their realm and strength are often much higher than ordinary disciples. For example, there are more than 10,000 disciples in the lineage of Lu Tiantan, but the number of direct descendants is only ten.
The most outstanding disciples like this have never been afraid of fighting, except for one situation, that is, there must be casualties in the fighting. No holy land is willing to bear such a thing as the downfall of the direct lineage, because all the direct lineage disciples are rare talents that cannot be found, and each of them has been injected with countless efforts by the holy land.
They are no longer ordinary practitioners, but are symbolized as symbols of lineage inheritance.
The fighting method for selecting the site of Jieshan excludes the direct disciples who can best represent the strength of the Holy Land, which also seems to indicate that this trip will inevitably see blood.
"You haven't entered the Tao, so you have to be prepared. But no matter what, you can't avoid the battle." Liao Yuan's words were very strong.
Yun Qing nodded: "I will definitely do my best."
A group of people walked quickly towards the top of the snow-capped mountains in the south, but they arrived at their destination in a short time. The snow-capped altar on the top of the mountain is still well preserved, but the outermost barrier has been closed, and everyone is sitting on the ground, their bodies steaming in the thick snow.
Seen from the sky, the scattered monk robes seemed to bloom red flowers from the white snow.
As soon as the few people sat down, peach blossoms began to fall from the sky.
Yun Qing sat still, not moving her body, but her mind was searching upwards. A beautifully decorated building boat flies from the distant sky.
There are sparse vermilion columns on the boat, the corridors are unadorned, and the peach blossoms are scattered from the bow of the boat, giving off a cool fragrance accompanied by the breeze. It was clearly daytime, but the lights on the boat were brightly lit, and the sound and light were messy, making people unable to control their eyes and ears. More than a dozen women in palace attire leaned on the railing, their round fans were light, and their temples were in a bun, all of them were elegant and elegant, quite immortal.
These little peach blossoms fell with the wind, and they took root and sprouted as soon as they touched the ground. Countless small peach branches grew out in this icy and snowy land, and it was about to turn the place where everyone in Guiling Temple was into a peach blossom forest.
Yun Qing noticed that every time these peach trees grow, there will be a thin wisp of peach blossom miasma around it. When the peach forest grows, I am afraid that the peach blossom miasma will directly invade the soul, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
She held her breath and focused on protecting herself without resisting. Most of these reversing celestial phenomena are written by the other party's direct disciples, and they will not sit idly by.
Sure enough, Yuan suddenly said in a loud voice: "Amitabha, how are you fellow Taoists in Mianfenglang?"
This shout made even Yun Qing's eardrums ache and his chest felt tight. The surrounding peach saplings turned into dust in the blink of an eye, leaving only a few residual red spots on the ground.
It is mentioned in the "Vimalakirti Sutra" that "the performance is fearless, like a lion's roar. What he said is like a thunderbolt", and the one who just got acquainted with the frightening voice comes from this scripture. This is originally a technique used by the Buddhists to spread the teachings, but it has evolved to deter evil spirits, destroy all dharmas, and make people feel converted.
There was a burst of crisp laughter in the sky, a peach-colored silk ribbon flew down from the bow, and the disciples of Mianfenglang walked down the narrow silk one by one. Yun Qing's thoughts fell on the person at the end, isn't that Zheng Zhenzhen? Then she glanced at the person in charge again, feeling suddenly alert.
The man was plump and charming, he was only wearing a thin gauze dress, and his chest was still open, revealing a large expanse of fair skin. Holding a wine jar in her hand, she took a sip of the wine and sang with a smile: "The trees are full of tenderness and redness, and the dandelion of thousands of branches is shining in the spring. How to make a thousand-year-old fruit will show the world's nature."
"Liaoyuan, I haven't seen you for many years, why are you so talkative? I remember you didn't say hello to us last time..."
Liao Yuan shouted the Buddha's name, his face calm: "It is said that all dharmas are impermanent, but the Tathagata's permanent residence remains unchanged. The poor monk has changed, and it is because he has not reached the realm of the True Tathagata."
Although Yun Qing didn't understand much of this scripture, she could tell that Yuan was testing the woman's cultivation.
The woman laughed crisply, and waved her hand while drinking: "You haven't reached the Realm of Reality, and I haven't achieved the work of all things, it's just each other. Don't gossip, I don't know what do you think about Jieshan?"
Liao Yuanxu pointed at the sky, and a little bit of Sanskrit flashed past, turning into the word "Nan San": "I don't know what fellow Taoist Jiu Huan thinks?"
"Move three mountains to the south? Hahaha, even if Jueluan is here, he wouldn't dare to raise such conditions with me. You'd better think it through before you talk about it." Jiu Huan stopped drinking and suddenly burst out laughing.
"Exactly what Jue Luan meant, what advice does Fellow Daoist Jiu Huan have?" Liao Yuan looked indifferent, and his tone was as steady as ever.
"Oh?" Jiu Huan dragged his voice, and the vision of the storm began to flash faintly around him, "How about Bei San?"
"This snow-capped mountain is too close to Zizai Cliff, Jue Luan is afraid that something will happen if he is not stationed properly." Liao Yuan folded his hands together.
The implication is that if the three mountains are not moved to the south, then Jueluan might have to attack Jieyouya directly from Zizaya.
These words were already close to threatening, Jiu Huan's expression was slightly chilly, and the image of the storm gradually turned into the image of a blizzard and snow: "Bei Er, there can be no more."
"Nan San." Liao Yuan was unreasonably stubborn. This is quite different from his usual calmness and humility, and Yun Qing can't help but wonder if he talked to Jue Luan before setting off.
"Then there's nothing we can do." Jiu Huan's phantom suddenly dissipated, and she smiled brightly, "Sisters!"
"Would you like to prove the Dharma with your own body and compete with fellow Taoists in Guiling Temple?"
Yun Qing's heart trembled, thinking that Jue Luan's unreliable request was to provoke a fight between the two sects. But what good does it do him? Isn't it the right way to coordinate with each other to resolve the matter of Jieshan
This Jiu Huan must have also found out this point, so he took up the challenge without hesitation.
Since Lu Tiantan left the northwest land, although Guiling Temple and Mianfenglang have been having minor conflicts, there has not been a major conflict in a hundred years. However, it is not easy to maintain this balance. If one party loses restraint, the whole situation may slip to the worst place.
Although Yun Qing felt that there would be a major conflict between the two parties in the near future, she did not expect that it would be at this important Snow Mountain Dharma Conference. Originally, she planned to add fire to make the situation worse, but unexpectedly, Jue Luan had already made arrangements to push the situation to a worse place before her.
Is this something else, or is it just an addition to the other end of the scale
Should she follow the trend now, or not follow the routine arranged by that person
Yun Qing looked at the end of the queue and wanted to look up at her, but Zheng Zhenzhen, who was afraid that others would find out, had countless thoughts flashing through her mind.
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South, mirror capital.
The Lutian Altar, which had just been raised in the Hundred Flowers Festival not long ago, covered the sky of Jingdu overnight.
The Lutian Altar is a humane weapon of war, and it took only a day and night to destroy more than a dozen cities more than a hundred years ago. This lift-off, all the people in Jingguo vaguely felt that something was wrong.
The entire body of the Lutian Altar is pure white, and the holy light shines on the earth, becoming more intense day by day. The water in the holy pool in the center of the altar gradually became less, or in other words, became more solid. At first it was like a translucent gel, and then it became harder and brighter.
The water in the pool is continuously replenished by the wish power of the thousands of sub-altars, and as soon as it seeps into the holy pool, it solidifies into a white stone. This stone is exactly the same as the stone used to build the altar, but its luster is more dazzling.
Within a day, the stone pillar had already reached the sky, and even the top could not be seen. Its radiance was so strong that it was impossible to look directly at it with naked eyes.
Another day, five hundred disciples of the inner sect made a blood sacrifice at the holy altar, offering their blood to the holy pool.
The national teacher prayed, and the holy ring came.
The holy ring is big enough to cover the entire Mirror City, and it is still expanding as the wish power is continuously poured into it.
The beam of light after the blood sacrifice can support the holy ring effortlessly, but it also has a certain time limit.
"The wish of all peoples is endless. Fearing the majesty of the heavens, it is very clear. With my flesh and blood, I will conquer the southern barbarians!"
The five hundred disciples sang the sacrificial song in unison, and the singing resounded throughout the entire city of Dajing with the expansion of the holy ring.
"Conscript for my humanity!"