Qingshui walked lightly, leaving a line of footprints on the snow until he reached the mountain temple.
Perhaps heavy snow covered the remains of the temple, and the cornices were covered with crystal clear ice. This temple, on the other hand, has swept away the cold and withered scene of the past, giving it a rather lonely and aloof air.
Yu paused at the door and Qingshui said: "We're already here, what should we do?"
Shen Lian stood beside her and said leisurely: "There are not always spirits in heaven, earth, mountains and rivers. Only with spirits can there be immortal gods. This mountain has spiritual power, and the Blood River made her mother a mountain god. This temple is where the spiritual power of this mountain gathers." As long as the spiritual power of this mountain range is eliminated, I will have a way for you to use the spiritual power to display your magical powers so far away."
Qing Shui said: "What will happen to this mountain if we don't have the inspiration?"
Shen Lian smiled and said: "The phoenix cannot live in the phoenix tree, and the immortals cannot live in the spiritual mountain. From now on, it will be difficult for immortals to stay in this mountain."
After hearing this, Qing Shui muttered: "That's not a bad thing."
Shen Lian clapped his hands and said, "You are the only one who can easily understand this truth."
Why did Shen Lian agree when Qing Shui said it was not a bad thing? It is said that the nature of water is good for all things, and all things come into being because of water. However, the nature of water is extremely soft and weak, so it is said not to fight. Everyone loves being high and hates being humble, and water is what everyone hates. When this mountain loses its spiritual power, it becomes like water, ordinary and not powerful, so there is no dispute.
No fighting and therefore no worries, this is the way to last forever.
Among the famous mountains in the world today, ordinary barren mountains may not exist for a long time.
Shen Lian taught Qing Shui how to extract spiritual energy. Qing Shui followed the method and all the spiritual energy was drawn out immediately. She couldn't stand the energy of this mountain alone, so the energy that she couldn't tolerate dispersed, causing the grass and trees in the mountain to sprout new shoots in the dead of winter, and soon they looked green.
The sun shines down from the other side and shines on the green onions, as if covering the mountain with a thin layer of green clouds.
It happened that a famous person passed by at this time and saw this scene. Later he asked that the mountain had no name, so he named the mountain Qingxia according to today's situation, and it became popular.
However, after several years, celebrities came to visit the mountain again in the winter, and such a scene was no longer seen.
He couldn't help but feel very regretful, and the friends who came with him also returned disappointed.
Qingxia Mountain missed the opportunity to become famous, but the name was passed down. As time passed, no one living at the foot of the mountain knew the origin of the name of the mountain.
Qingshui didn't care about what happened after that. She relied on the inspiration from Qingxia Mountain and used the magical power from the end of the world. In the blink of an eye, she crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and arrived at the opposite side of the mountain behind Jinguang Temple.
Yuan Qing's confrontation with the three Zen masters and Yueguang Zen Master was a confrontation between the top practitioners in the world. There was no room for distraction, and no one noticed her arrival.
At this time, the sky was as blue as blood, and blood was raining down.
Zen Master Yueguang remained motionless, but the three Zen masters were completely silent, flying around Yuan Qing like nine ghostly spirits.
Originally, their Dharma was profound, and their hands and feet were majestic and majestic. But at this moment, the blood rain was falling, and he couldn't help but feel ghostly. It was said to be a confrontation, but in fact it was already a confrontation with Yuan Qing, and it was still affected to a certain extent.
Yuan Qing held the Yuan Tu Sword in his back hand without moving a single hair on his body.
His stillness was far deeper than Zen Master Yueguang's immobility.
Zen Master Yueguang used his superb meditation, as if he was hiding in a lake. However, the Yuan and Qing Dynasties used tranquility to control tranquility, which was like diving into a bottomless abyss.
It was impossible to judge his condition from his appearance, let alone how to break his energy.
Qing Shui only glanced at it and said, "I just said he won't lose."
Her eyesight is already the best in the world. With this slight glance, no other Zen masters of Buddhism, or the masters of the other three great sects, could see more than she did.
Shen Lian said: "Not necessarily."
Qing Shui had doubts, and suddenly his heart moved. He looked sideways, and he didn't know when there was a blood-robed man with a sinister expression beside him. There was a bloody long sword on his waist, and the aura of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood surged out from it.
The vitality in a radius of a hundred miles was suddenly contaminated by this blood energy, mixed with the blood rain in the sky, and finally the sky became completely dark, and no stars and moon were visible.
Yuan Qing finally broke away from that silent state, his eyes tore through the darkness, first shocked, then angry.
Because he saw Qingshui and Huangquanzi.
Was Qing Shui being held hostage by Huang Quanzi? Yuan Qing's already turbulent Taoist heart became more and more ups and downs, and the murderous intention in his body could no longer be suppressed. His eyes were full of blood and filled with rage.
But in this state, his judgment of the situation became clearer. Yuan Qing could see clearly the fluctuations in the magic power of the three Zen masters, and how the Buddhist relic in Zen Master Yueguang's body emitted wisps of Buddhist power, giving him huge power.
He is like a chef who has reached the peak of his skills, and his opponent is the bull whom he has seen through all the structures, waiting for him to take advantage of him at any time.
Killing is no longer an act that repels him, but has been elevated to the level of Tao.
Yuan Tujian came out quietly in this situation.
The sound of gurgling water actually appeared in the void. It was a natural piece of music that made people forget themselves.
Faxian was the first to react and threw out the Dzi beads that had been in his hand for hundreds of years. There are twenty-four Dzi beads in this string, imitating the teachings of the twenty-four heavens of the ancient Buddha Deng Deng. After being immersed in Buddhism for hundreds of years, each bead has the power of a mountain.
Normally, if Fa Xian fights out like this, even if the opponent becomes a Taoist soul, he will still suffer heavy losses.
However, under the sound of water from the sword light, the Dzi Bead lost its due power, and its original full color immediately faded into gray, turning into fly ash in just one breath.
For hundreds of years, the Buddha's treasures, whose lives have been intertwined, were annihilated, causing the Dharma to vomit out a large mouthful of blood when it appeared.
How could Yi Xing and Zhixuan imagine that Zen Master Faxian was severely injured by Yuan Qing in just one blow.
Fortunately, although they had not expected it, the energy had already emerged when Yuan Qing moved.
The group waved their Zen staffs, stirring up the sound of wind and thunder, and faced the river of swords that destroyed the Dzi Bead. The unparalleled momentum has the power to turn the world upside down.
On the other side, Faxian had stopped his injuries and kept making big handprints with his hands.
Although he was injured, the power of the Mahamudra was not diminished at all. He actually arrived late and hit the sword light before the Zen staff.
The sound of water is silent, and the Jianhe River has a tendency to turn around.
This blow is enough to show how profound Faxian's Buddhist teachings are.
But in the dark night, it was difficult for anyone to see the decay of his spirit. Like a piece of rotten wood, the last bit of life may be lost at any time.
Zhixuan walked in the air, as elegant as an epiphyllum blooming, stretched out his crystal-clear fingers and flicked them into the sky of Yuanqing. The soundless strong wind actually penetrated all obstacles and quietly descended on Yuan Qing.
Yuan Qing snorted softly, and three bloody holes appeared on his body.