The preparations for the grand ceremony were meticulous and lengthy. During this time, the temple has been shrouded in a solemn and solemn atmosphere, and even the frolicking among junior disciples has been seen less.
Yun Qing originally planned to retreat quietly for a period of time, to recharge her energy and store up energy, and then take away Lianxin's thoughts on the concept of void storage when the selection of the successor grabs everyone's attention. But just this morning, a major event directly interrupted her plan, and also made the preparations for the entire grand ceremony run rapidly.
The envoy from the Temple of Heaven sent a message to worship the mountain, and the envoy from the Hundred Thousand Mountains was already on the edge of the Thirteen Obstacles.
The war in the south has been lingering for a long time, because Lu Tiantan and Shiwan Dashan dare not fight their lives when there are two other holy places in the southern mainland. At present, the Shiwan Dashan has a strong army but not enough strength, and the Lutian Temple is weaker but has a solid foundation. On the one hand, they need an overwhelming force to stifle the vitality of the Lutian Temple in the process of growth, and on the other hand, they need time for the emerging human cultivators to grow into real ones. Therefore, it is very reasonable to seek the support of the other two holy places at this juncture.
When Yun Qing got the news, the envoy from Lutian Temple had already arrived at the bottom of Zizai Cliff.
"I don't know who came to the Temple of Heaven." Yun Qing was reading Buddhist scriptures under the green lamp in the abode. The soft light shone on her side face, while the other side was completely shrouded in shadow.
Yuan Shen said politely: "There are more than a dozen inner disciples, and the leader is Yu Qiong. It seems that Lu Tiantan is very sincere."
The battle at the Temple of Heaven was tight, and the disciples of the inner sect basically devoted themselves to the front line. It is not bad to squeeze out such a manpower to come here.
"Then what about the Hundred Thousand Mountains?" Yun Qing recalled the name "Yu Qiong", and she was also someone she knew. She had just sneaked into Lutian Temple and lived in the same garden with Senior Sister Yu Qiong Yu, who took good care of her at that time.
"This..." Yuanshen paused for a while, "The post of worshiping the mountain has arrived, but the person is still at the Thirteen Obstacles, so he probably doesn't want to run into Lutian Temple."
Yun Qing nodded with a soft expression.
Seeing that she didn't blame her, Yuan Shen was also relieved.
In the past few days, he has been quite concerned about this senior Yunqing. After all, it can be seen from the fact that Master Jueluan specially asked his disciples to recall this person, this senior Yunqing is still very hopeful to be among the descendants. If he could hug this thick thigh, he wouldn't have to worry about it for the rest of his life. Yuan Shen practiced in the monastery when he was young, but his aptitude was very mediocre. Most of the people who came with him had entered the inner sect, but he hadn't made much progress.
So he was unwilling to miss an opportunity to make friends with the future direct disciple no matter what.
"What are the arrangements 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 didn't dare to look at her. He felt that Senior Yun Qing often read the scriptures, so he must have a way to see.
"I-I don't know yet..." Yuan Shen lowered his head lower and lower, and there was an invisible pressure on him, which made him feel that he was being watched by a deep gaze.
Seeing that he was frightened, Yun Qing stopped looking at him, and her mind returned to the book.
"Okay, you go down." Yun Qing doesn't need him to know anything, she can find out this matter by herself with the book.
She still can't meet the people in the Temple of Heaven, especially if Yu Qiong still knows her. It would be even worse to meet the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and if it happened, it would probably cause three feet of blood to be spattered on the spot.
Yuan Shen broke out in a cold sweat, and ran out of Yun Qing's abode in a hurry, but bumped into someone head-on.
"Amitabha, why are you in such a hurry?" The disciple seemed to be from the Arhat Hall, holding a vajra, tall and strong, with dark skin and gold tinge.
Before Yuan Shen could speak, Yun Qing took the words: "I reprimanded him a few words just now, I was frightened, please don't blame me."
As soon as the disciples of Luohan Hall saw Yun Qing open his mouth, they stopped caring about Yuan Shen. Yuan Shen bypassed him and rushed out the door, not forgetting to cast a grateful look at Yun Qing.
"Amitabha, the envoy from the Temple of Heaven has gone to the top of Zizai Cliff to pay respects to Master Jueluan. Master Jueluan has just passed down a message. Everyone in the Temple of Heaven will watch the ceremony here. After the ceremony is over, the two sides will discuss the war in the south." The disciple said in a low voice.
Yun Qing turned the page of the book in his hand, but read it seriously 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 asked.
The Luohantang disciple nodded, and replied solemnly: "Master Jueluan said that the grand 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, I will definitely live up to his trust."
The disciples of Arhat Hall bowed and resigned, leaving Yun Qing to shine alone.
She closed the book and sighed: "Forget it, let's go ahead, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Yun Qing stood up, lightly covered her eyes with her hands, and then lowered them little by little, revealing her dark eyes.
Her eyes were extremely dark, without pupils, and were strangely dark and deep. Wherever she looked, there was a strong distortion, and things were constantly changing between birth and death, from existence to non-existence, from birth to death, every slight change was projected into the book of heaven, but everything in this world Everything that has existed, existed, and will exist, everything is recorded in the heavenly book, and nothing can escape.
Yun Qing tried her best to run the Tianshu and looked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and felt unable to support it after a few breaths of effort.
When the Heavenly Book is running at full strength like this, the information it transmits is as thin as a feather, and the number is like stars in the Milky Way, and it is impossible for a soul that is not strong enough to bear it.
Yun Qing sighed, and the rubbings of several hidden treasures had disappeared. It seems that Jue Luan still has a clear distinction between the important and the important. Whether it is the state of mind or the thousand-character washing marrow sutra, these are just trivial matters. Once it involves the importance of inheritance such as the concept of lotus heart and void storage, he will not easily hand it over to Yun Qing. .
She didn't know that she had met Lian Xinxu Kong Zangguan thought in the Sutra Pavilion before but passed by.
Without the rubbings, Yun Qing has only one way to go, which is to steal the real copy.
Suspended in the enchantment on the top floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, the true version of the Lotus Heart Void Tibetan Conception has carried thousands of years of Buddhist incense and the breath of countless Buddhist powers, and it also carries the huge karma of Guiling Temple for countless years. It itself is very fragile, but it is extremely difficult to take it away. If it was a mistake, it would be a trivial matter not to take away the things, and she would be dead if she broke the secret book and asked Jueluan for rubbings.
Thinking about it, Yun Qing felt that it was dangerous, because once she touched the real secret book, she and Guiling Temple would have a deadly enmity.
But as long as Amon's plan goes well, then escaping from Guiling Temple will only be difficult, not impossible.
She blew out the lights, and the quiet night couldn't hide the cold light on the small glazed cup.
On the second day, the preparations for the grand ceremony were almost finished at the fastest speed, because the dozen or so inner disciples who walked in the Temple of Heaven could not wait any longer. Return to the frontlines to support humanitarian forces.
Yun Qing stays behind closed doors all day long in the monastery, but this is also her normal state, and it does not arouse any suspicion.
That night, Jueluan came down from the top of Zizai Cliff, and talked with Yu Qiong about the Tao until the next morning, his spiritual consciousness firmly covered the entire Guiling Temple, and Yun Qing couldn't find a single loophole.
She quietly stayed in the room to meditate and practice, unmoved.
In the early morning of the next day, a young novice knocked on her door and said loudly: "Senior Yunqing, the grand ceremony has begun. Master Jueluan has summoned you to come over."
Yun Qing opened the door, and the scarlet monk robe was replaced by a plain sacrificial attire, holding a small glazed cup in her hand, she smiled lightly and said, "Thank you for letting me know."
The little novice was a little embarrassed, and was about to answer, when suddenly his eyes darkened and he fell to the ground.
Yun Qing put the little monk down and brought him into the room, but he calmly walked towards the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.
It's about to start.
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In Mianfeng Corridor, Zheng Zhenzhen was soaking in the cold pool while eating fruit.
There was no wine jar under the peach blossom tree, nor was Jiu Huan. Ever since that Qing Xuzi came, Senior Jing Hua and Senior Jiu Huan both seemed a little wary. She can't help with these things, so she can only try not to cause trouble for the two of them.
Suddenly, a colorful phantom of a letter bird appeared in her chest.
"Come to Boundary Mountain."
Zheng Zhenzhen saw Xinniao spit out these words and jumped up from the cold pool, and even knocked over the fruit plate.
Yun Qing has always carried the letter bird that walks on the Temple of Heaven. This thing can speak with a human tongue, and it is so vivid that it learns how to speak. It may be used at any time, so Yun Qing did not throw it away. When she redefined Jieshan two years ago, she created this phantom for Zheng Zhenzhen, just waiting for it to be used today.
The bird imitated Yun Qing's lukewarm tone, which made Zheng Zhenzhen almost cry. 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 part had arrived.
Zheng Zhenzhen has finished washing the marrow and cutting the bones. In the past two years, among other things, he has learned the kung fu of lightening his body solidly. Even in this vast snow field, he can run very fast.
As she ran, she stared and looked northward, thinking that she would see Yunqing in the next second, but when she walked to the foot of the boundary mountain, she only saw a big man with thick white snow on his body.
"Amon?!"
He was tall, and he seemed to have been standing there for a long time, covered in snow, like a straight pine tree.
Amang smiled at her foolishly, and pulled off his animal fur coat at once.
Zheng Zhenzhen was startled, Amang's tight chest muscles were branded with dark magic lines, she looked at it for a long time before asking: "What is this?"
Amon still smiled foolishly.
Zheng Zhenzhen thought about it for a long time, and was thinking about whether he should lose some energy in it, when the phantom of the letter bird flew to Aman's body.
The jet-black magic pattern began to twist and change crazily, struggling on Amon's skin, and finally crawled down like a living snake. The magic pattern fell on the ground and condensed into a thin page, on which two paragraphs were written in unintelligible ancient characters.
"Give it to Mianfenglang, then come back here and follow Aman."
These were the last words spoken by the phantom of the letter bird. It used up all the strength accumulated in the past two years, and then disappeared into a piece of blue feathers.
Zheng Zhenzhen pinched the thin paper, feeling extremely nervous. She had never done anything bad in her life, and now she felt uneasy, feeling that this piece of paper might bring about 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, so she couldn't ignore it even if she was disturbed.
She didn't notice that Amang, who was smirking beside her, was staring at her without blinking. His eyes were different from Amon's usual ignorance, looking deep and dark.
Zheng Zhenzhen gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait, I'll be right back!"
She quickly ran back towards Jieyou Cliff, her thin figure submerged in the wind and snow.
At this time, Yun Qing, who was far away in Guiling Temple, lightly touched the restriction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the corners of her mouth showed a soft and peaceful arc. She just saw Zheng Zhenzhen's hesitation and anxiety through Aman's eyes. A little unwilling, as long as she hesitates a little longer...
Then Amon's hand would break her neck.