The robbery clouds condensed more and more densely, as if they were gathered into a solid body, and they might fall from the sky at any time. The monks who were only planning to watch the fun squeezed the magic weapon in their hands, and sweat soaked their backs.
Under the robbery cloud, Huan Zong stood in the yard for half a step without retreating, his dark jade-like pupils narrowed slightly, and with a wave of his right hand, he held the sword of destiny in his hand. The sword trembled slightly in his hand, and the sword energy leaked out, making a sound like the roar of a dragon. The strong wind blew his robe, and the snow-white corners rolled in the afterglow of the sunset, dyed with a little gold.
"Son."
Huan Zong raised his hand to interrupt Lin Hu's words, but without turning his head, he said, "No need to say more."
Lin Hu pursed his lips: "Yes." He pulled out his natal sword, looked up at Jieyun in the sky, his clothes rattled. At this moment, he very much hoped that Konghou girl could survive the dream calamity safely. He turned around and glanced at the monks holding magical treasures around them. Most of these monks were still in the foundation building or heartbeat stage. Usually, it was difficult for him to take these people in his eyes, because they were too small and inconspicuous.
But these ordinary monks are willing to stand up at this moment and spend their spiritual power for irrelevant people, which surprised Lin Hu, and also had an indescribable emotion.
Cultivation, can it really represent everything
In the main hall, the distorted expression of the emperor and the fearful ministers seemed to be separated by a water curtain, making her and them stand in two different worlds. Konghou stretched out his hand to touch the water curtain, his hand penetrated the water curtain, and all he touched was nothingness.
There was nothing behind the water curtain, no splendid palaces, no emperors and courtiers, only she stood in the void, the sky and the earth were gray and boundless.
The sound of thunder sounded, she raised her head sharply, and saw the thunder and lightning like a giant dragon in the air hitting directly. The dragon's face was like the hideous face of her father.
Today, she has already learned not to be afraid, she has received love, and she has learned it. Being a monk requires not only a brave heart, but also love for all things in the world. Wanting to understand this, Konghou summoned the phoenix head, the magic weapon of his life, and hit the thunder.
boom!
The robbery thunder slashed straight down, and the huge airflow cut everyone's cheeks with pain. Huan Zong looked up at the sky and raised his sword. If you pass through the foundation-building Jin heartbeat stage safely, Heavenly Dao will only drop a calamity thunder. If the mind is unstable, it will fall three times in a row. When these three calamities fall, most cultivators can't hold it. Either the spiritual platform is destroyed, or their lives are not guaranteed. In order to protect the disciples, some elders of the sects will protect the disciples when they cross the calamity. If the disciple cannot survive, they will help him catch the next two thunders, so that even if the calamity is not successful, they can save the spiritual platform and their lives.
After the first tribulation thunder came down, everyone entered a state of preparation. I saw the dark clouds rolling in the sky, the electric light flickering, and it seemed to be accumulating more power to chop down. Everyone regretted silently. After this incident, I don't know how long it will take for the fellow Taoist who has experienced the calamity to recover.
Seeing that the second thunder was about to fall, Huan Zong jumped to the roof.
The wind picked up, and only the last shimmer of the sunset was left.
The second thunder had been brewing for a long time, but it did not break down. Instead, it turned into a gust of wind, mixed with the rain of merit and virtue from the heavens. The entire Yicheng was surrounded by rain and fell into mist.
In the nameless medicine cottage, the boy serving tea looked at the rain outside the window: "Old Ancestor, which cultivator succeeded in transcending the calamity?"
The rocking chair swayed gently, and the unknown real person lying on it opened his eyes, raised his hand and said, "Go get the basin, and then take the rainwater." This kind of water is used for alchemy, but it is a good thing.
The medicine servants took the containers and went to the yard to collect water. The unknown old man looked at the gradually darkening sky, snorted softly, and closed his eyes again.
"Old Ancestor, those monks seven days ago missed their appointment." The boy sat on his feet, "Wait when they come again next time, do you want me to use a stick to drive them out?"
Wuming Zhenren said without opening his eyes: "Those three people can't even beat me. If you have the courage, go for it yourself."
"It's so powerful?" The boy laughed dryly, "The visitors are guests. Although these three people are not trustworthy, I can't do it without saying a word. If it is spread out, won't it damage the reputation of the ancestor."
Seeing that the ancestor didn't pay attention to him, the boy was a little resentful, turned his head and held a large bowl, and also ran to the yard to collect water.
The monks who were watching the lively around the small courtyard of the inn did not expect that the monks in the courtyard had survived the dream calamity, and the cold rain fell on them, and they hurriedly recovered. The monks who were squatting on the tree jumped down one after another and ran into the open air to soak in the rain. Some rough men who were not very particular even took off their robes, exposing their entire upper body.
This is the rain that falls from the Dream Transcendence Tribulation, which is more aura than the rain that falls from the ordinary Transcendence Tribulation.
In the room that was split into a big hole, white hands stretched out from the ruins and touched the surroundings, only to find broken rubble and cold rain. Konghou was still a little dazed, she had a good sleep, how could she be struck by lightning
Peeling off the broken wood that was pressing on him, Konghou climbed out of the pile of broken wood, and countless pairs of curious eyes stared at her, making her take a few steps back in fright. Where did so many people come from, all to see how she was struck by lightning
"It's all right." A brocade robe with a faint medicinal fragrance was draped over her, and Huan Zong bent down and stretched out his hand in front of her, "I can't live in this room anymore, come with me."
Kong Hou obediently handed his hand to Huan Zong, only to find that his hands were dirty, and he rubbed Huan Zong's clean and fair hands dirty. She was a little embarrassed, but Huan Zong didn't seem to notice this, and pulled up the robe draped over her with the other hand, "Is there any discomfort on your body?"
Konghou shook his head.
"Fellow Daoists, please come back, we have to clean up here, so I won't disturb the rest of the fellow daoists." Lin Hu saw that Konghou followed the young master to the next room, but did not notice the men outside who had taken off their shirts and got in the rain. He bowed his hands to everyone, "Thank you for your concern."
The few men who took off their clothes were also a little embarrassed. They originally thought that the man who was transcending the robbery was a male Daoist friend, but they didn't expect it to be a charming little girl. A crowd of laughter.
Protecting Konghou to the next room, Huan Zong saw that water was still dripping on her body, and even the robe he put on her just now was soaked, so he stepped back outside the door and said, "Change your clothes first, I'll come back later. "
Konghou looked down at himself, only to find that his clothes were dirty and torn, as if he had rolled on the ground a few times and then got up. He took out the mirror and looked at his face, his face was stained with dirt, and his hair was bunched together, it was extremely embarrassing.
The hand holding the mirror trembled, her image... gone...
After receiving the mermaid scales sent by the head at night, she fell asleep happily. Zongmen's love for her, and Huanzong's illness had hope, so she fell asleep with a smile. She just rejected her mother's request in a dream, and was about to oppose her father's decision. How could she be struck by lightning
In this world, is even dreaming so strict
There was no hot water for the time being, so Konghou could only use the cleansing spell for herself. Although she always felt as if she hadn't washed after using the cleansing spell, but at this time, for the sake of her image, she couldn't care so much.
Putting on a clean skirt and putting aside Huanzong's wide robe, Konghou seemed to be able to smell the faint medicinal fragrance. The sound of rain outside the window has not stopped. With the sound of rain, she seems to be able to see the track of the rain, and even feel the spiritual power contained in the rain.
Spiritual power
Konghou sat down cross-legged and found that the spiritual platform was much stronger. The five-colored spiritual roots were crossed on the platform to protect the platform. In the center of the spiritual platform, a group of five-color spiritual power balls almost condensed into a solid body.
Has she advanced to the heartbeat stage
Konghou finally reacted, no wonder her five senses were much more sensitive, and the rain outside contained spiritual energy. A few days ago, her cultivation had just reached the Great Consummation of Foundation Establishment. She thought it would take two or three years to hit the heartbeat period, but she did not expect that she would pass the calamity without warning in her sleep.
Opening her eyes, she recalled what happened before falling asleep, as if it was no different from the past, at most...
At most, she was a little excited when she saw the mermaid scales. She was happy for Huan Zong, and even more happy for herself. The teacher's trust in her is more precious than anything else. Is it because she has received a lot of love from the teacher, so her mood has improved
You can only love others when you are loved.
Konghou let go of his crossed legs and sat down with his knees bent. After a long time, he laughed softly. She is so fortunate to have received this precious love. Maybe God saw her misfortune, so she met her master and Yunhuamen.
"Konghou, are you all right?" Huan Zong's low voice sounded outside the door.
"All right."
Huan Zong pushed open the door and entered, seeing Konghou sitting on the ground with his knees crossed, he walked up to her and squatted down: "Why sit on the ground?"
"Huanzong," Kong Houtian looked at him with a smile, "Thank you just now."
If Huan Zong hadn't put a coat on her, her embarrassed appearance might have been seen by more monks. In the future, when people mentioned her, they would say, "Oh, that girl in rags and dirty clothes is the Konghou girl from Yunhuamen?"
Just thinking about it like this made her feel that the whole person was not very good.
"It's cold on the ground, don't sit for a long time." Seeing that she didn't want to move, Huan Zong took out two futons from the storage ring, "Sit on this."
Konghou took the futon and stuffed it under his butt: "I didn't even react, so I'm over."
Huan Zong wanted to tell her that the situation this time was very dangerous, but he didn't want her to be full of fear of transcending tribulation at a young age, which would have an impact on the next advanced Jindan stage. All the way, "It may be because of your good luck that all the robbery was passed without knowing it."
"That's right, the brothers and sisters all say that I am very lucky and I am a natural cultivator." Konghou listened to the sound of the rain outside, "I don't know when the rain will stop. It's not raining anymore."
Huan Zong was stunned for a while, and then he realized that Konghou thought it was still midnight. He glanced at the completely dark sky outside: "You first consolidate your state of mind. I will protect the law for you here, and we will talk about the matter of getting the medicine tomorrow."
“The inn house…”
"Lin Hu will deal with the compensation. Now close your eyes and meditate, and let your qi enter your body." Huan Zong laughed, and he didn't know why this little girl was so energetic.
"Oh." Seeing that Huan Zong's expression had become serious, Konghou Qing crossed his legs and closed his eyes.
The aura in the air is very rich, Konghou found that the meridians in his body have widened a lot, and the speed of the aura entering the body is also much faster. Wrapped in the comfortable aura, Konghou's body was extremely comfortable, and he instantly forgot everything about the world and fell into a state of meditation.
After paying a large sum of spirit stones to the innkeeper, Dendrobium walked through the corridor and came to the door. When he raised his body and was about to knock on the door, he hesitated for a moment, lowered his hand and returned to his room. A hunch told him that it might be more appropriate to go directly to the room.
As a cultivator, I still believe in Xuanzhi and Xuan's premonition.
The rain stopped at midnight. Konghou opened his eyes again, and when he opened the window, the leaves in the yard hung with crystal clear dew, the morning sun shone on the dew, and the dew reflected a little light.
"Huanzong, the rain is clear." Kong Hou leaned on the window and looked back, "Let's go to the medicine house."
Huan Zong opened his eyes, got up and tidied up his robes: "Don't you have breakfast before going over?"
"It's still important for medicinal pills. It doesn't matter if we cultivators skip a meal." Kong Hou picked up the skirt, "You prepare, I'll call Senior Lin."
Looking at the back of her hurriedly running out of the room, Huan Zong was stunned, and a very shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Senior Lin, are you ready for the visit?"
"We should go."
"Miss Konghou, today is already..."
"Lin Hu." Huan Zong stepped out of the threshold, "Let's go."
Lin Hu glanced at Huanzong and said, "Yes." The little girl didn't know yet, yesterday was the day to get the medicine. In order to protect her, the young master didn't even leave the door, so he went to get the medicine with Bieti.
Since the son doesn't mention this, he doesn't talk much, and the talkative followers are annoying.
Outside the gate of Wuming Yaolu, a boy in a green robe was sweeping the fallen leaves on the steps. When he saw Huan Zong and the other three coming over, his expression changed, and he said with a stern face, "Wait here, I will report to the real person."
"This kid has such a big temper." Kong Hou whispered to Huan Zong, "Is this a bad temper in the same blood?"
"He is not a child." Huan Zong said, "They are patients with childhood syndrome. Their voices and heights are similar to children's, and their lifespan is not comparable to that of normal people. However, this person has a cultivation base, it should be With the grace of Wuming Zhenren, he not only avoided the fate of early death, but also embarked on the path of self-cultivation."
"So it is." Konghou suddenly realized that she had read the introduction of such a person in a book when she was a child, and it is said that nobles raised such people for fun. It's still as good as it is now, these people can not only support themselves, but also have profound cultivation.
Although Wuming Zhenren has a bad temper, his heart is good.
After waiting for a while, the boy came out: "The real person let you in." However, when facing Konghou, their eyes were not eyes, their noses were not noses, and they were extremely dissatisfied with them.
The four-rank official in front of the prime minister's gate, Konghou... Konghou cannot offend him. She stuffed the storage box into the boy's hand, "Thank you for helping to report."
"What is this?" The boy held the box in confusion.
"This is our visit to Zhenren." Konghou smiled, "Senior You Lao give it to Zhenren."
Hearing the word "senior", the boy's expression softened and he whispered, "It's really troublesome." Although he said that, he held the wooden box firmly in his hand.
After entering the door, a silent manservant led them inside. The manservant was missing an arm, but his walking posture was beautiful, making it difficult to pay attention to his mutilation.
The smell of medicine in the inner courtyard was getting heavier and heavier. Konghou followed the footman into a courtyard. Seeing Wuming Zhenren fiddling with the herbs on the table, he stood on the corridor without making a sound.
Wuming turned around and glanced at them: "Oh, finally remember my dilapidated medicine cottage?"
Konghou looked at Huan Zong suspiciously, what does the real person mean
"I beg your pardon, there is something to delay here." Huan Zong bowed his hands to Wuming Zhenren.
Wuming snorted and said, "I thought you didn't care about your life and cultivation." His eyes fell on Konghou, "Last night's rain came because of you, and I also received a lot of rain by relying on you. It doesn't matter to you anymore."
He took out three bottles of medicinal herbs from his arms and threw them out. Lin Hu quickly flew to catch them: "Thank you, Zhenren for giving the medicine."
"Don't say whether to give or not, I don't like this set." Wuming waved his hand and said to Lin Hu, "Unless it is a last resort, don't take the medicinal pills at will. You should also know from your cultivation base that you have a problem with medicinal pills. Dependence is not a good thing. In his case, I heard that there was a secret recipe handed down from ancient times, which can reshape the spiritual platform and kill human flesh and bones, but I don’t know where this recipe is hidden.”
"Thank you for letting me know." Lin Hu did not directly inform them that they had obtained the prescription, but the medicinal materials they needed were hard to find in the entire cultivation world.
"To be honest, the younger generation has a copy of the prescription mentioned by the real person." Huan Zong looked at Wuming, "If the real person does not dislike it, the younger generation can borrow it from the real person to read."
"Really?" Wuming Zhenren didn't dare to believe, "Do you have this lost prescription?"
Huan Zong took out the copied prescription: "Yes or no, the real person has seen it."
After Wuming got excited, he didn't reach out to take the prescription in Huan Zong's hand: "How rare is the rare prescription, what do you want to get from me by showing this to me?"
"Although rare prescriptions are rare, but there is no harmless treatment in them, even if they are shown to the real person, what does it matter?" Huan Zong put the prescription in Wuming's hand, "It is the kindness of the younger generation Xie Zhenren who donated the medicine. "
After staying with Konghou for a long time, Huan Zong seems to have a bit of an optimistic attitude. No matter how miraculous the prescription is, it will be dead there. It is better to leave it to a master who is good at medicine. Maybe it will benefit more people. .
Wuming glanced at him twice, making sure he wasn't lying, and opened the prescription. After reading the recipe with suppressed excitement, Wuming sighed: "As expected of a prescription handed down from ancient times, most of the medicinal materials are now hard to find, so what's the use of empty prescriptions."
"The real person is so powerful. When you see this prescription, you might be able to find alternative medicinal materials." Kong Hou said, "By that time, won't more people benefit?"
"If you want to find a replacement for this kind of prescription, I'm afraid it's as hard as the sky. The little girl is naive, she sees everything simple." Wuming put away the prescription and smiled, "But you are right, and then Difficult things should be tried, if it is really possible, my nameless will be passed down for eternity."
Konghou thought silently, your name is Wuming, ten thousand years from now, maybe other cultivators will see this name, and maybe they will think it was created by a cultivator without a name.
How important the name is, the real person Wuming probably hasn't realized it yet.
"The junior here wishes the real person to get what he wished." Huan Zong bowed again, "There are many disturbances today, the junior bids farewell."
"Wait a minute." Wuming Zhenren stopped him, "Before I can find alternative medicines, I'm afraid you still need the medicines mentioned in the prescription." He took out an ebony box from the storage ring, "Although you gave the medicines for free. Me, but I never like to take advantage of others, especially a good-looking man like you." Such a good-looking man owes them favors, which will make him unable to sleep.
"There is an air-dried Henggong fish meat, which was left by my uncle's uncle. It has not been touched in the box over the years. You can take it."
The Henggong fish looks extremely ugly, and the dried Henggong fish is even more ugly. Konghou took the box and looked at it, and then closed the lid.
Seeing them still standing, Wuming raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing standing here, waiting for me to leave you for lunch?"
"Farewell, juniors." Konghou stuffed the ebony box to Huan Zong, and bowed his hands to Wuming Renren, "Please take care of Zhenren."
"I'll take care of you if there are fewer visitors like you." Wuming waved his hand and stopped talking.
The three of them looked at each other, bowed their hands together, and withdrew.
When Huan Zong and the others left, Wuming Zhenren took out the prescription and looked over and over again for a long time. He did not suspect that Huan Zong was lying to him. Although he did not deliberately inquire about the identities of these three people, he could guess them by looking at their words and deeds and their cultivation. He is from a large sect.
Most of the disciples of the major sects need face, and they cannot do such deceitful things.
"The real person." The boy walked in, "The medicine furnace in Room A is about to come out of pills, do you want to take a look?"
"No, it's fine for people under ordinary medicine pills to watch." Wuming found that he was holding a box in his hand, "What is this?"
"This is a gift from the three guests who visited you just now." The boy put the gift box on the table, "Please see it in person."
"Visiting ceremony?" Wuming sneered, when did he pay attention to these? Open the gift box, the top layer is neatly arranged with all kinds of rare medicinal materials, remove the top layer, and at the bottom of the box lies a high-grade artifact of Faguang Dasheng. Stay tempted.
This was indeed a sincere greeting. Wuming closed the box. He probably had guessed the origins of these people.
From inside the medicine hut, Konghou was so happy that he was almost walking with his feet: "I said that collecting these medicinal materials is not difficult at all, it only took a long time to find two of them. If we work hard, maybe we will get together soon. Done."
Huan Zong laughed and saw Kong Hou smilingly approaching the hawker stall to buy food, so he stopped and stood there waiting for her.
There were a lot of diners in front of the stall, Konghou leaned on a flattering face, so that the stall owner quickly noticed her and packed her three whole packets of fragrant pork jerky. Holding the jerky, Konghou squeezed out of the crowd and gave Lin Hu and Huan Zong a bag each, "Where there are many guests, the taste will definitely not go wrong."
The meat was very dry, and the first chew was a little hard, but after chewing a few more times, it was so fragrant that people couldn't wait to take a few more bites. Konghou said, "It's really fragrant." When he looked back and saw that Huan Zong and Lin Hu had not moved, Konghou only remembered this. , they are not the sisters who often share food with her. Guessing that they were embarrassed to eat on the street, Konghou also put away the jerky in his hand, "We will eat it when we get on the carriage."
Huan Zong stretched out his slender and fair fingers, took a piece of jerky from the paper bag and put it in his mouth, smiled at Konghou, "It's delicious."
Konghou smiled and rolled her eyes for a moment, she gently pulled Huan Zong's sleeve: "Then let's go to the carriage to eat slowly, where is the next town?"
"The next larger town is called Yancheng, which is also the location of Hefengzhai." Huan Zong said, "Yancheng has a lot of water, and the local fish is a must. After arriving in Yancheng, we can taste the local fish. ."
"Okay, okay, the meat on the belly of the fish is the best." Kong Hou nodded, "But first, I have to wear a Feixun talisman to the teacher and tell them the good news that I have broken through the foundation-building stage."
"It just so happens that I also have to send a message to the master." Huan Zong said, "Tonight we will rest at the inn for another night, and we will leave tomorrow morning." Maybe he should tell Zongmen about the fact that he gave the prescription to Wuming Zhenren.
Following Konghou, Huan Zong had unconsciously developed some of her behaviors.
For example, I often send messages to the sect, such as buying souvenirs for the elders of the sect, and for example, I have to tell the sect no matter how big or small, even if I can fully decide, I can tell them.
The Yunhuamen's Feixun talisman passed on by Konghou made the Yunhuamen extremely happy. Four years to build the foundation and two years to get excited. This is the genius among the geniuses, and the future of the Yunhuamen. Konghou's own brothers and sisters are especially happy. The more brothers and sisters they have in their generation, the less pressure they have. This is a big happy event.
As soon as everyone was happy, they put it all together, saved enough 2,000 spirit stones, and prepared to send them to Konghou when he arrived at the next main city.
In the Glazed Light Sect, Songhe Peak Master looked a little solemn: "Sect Master, will my nephew be taken away because of a problem with his state of mind?"
It's not that he is suspicious, it's just that the nephew has been too weird recently.