There is hardly a cultivator who has not heard the name of Jiufang Changming.
It used to be a beacon or a sword hanging over everyone's head, or an incentive, or a threat.
Compared with others, Jiufang Changming and Qingyun Temple still have a lot of origins. Although the great master who acted arrogantly and unscrupulously had already defected from Buddhism when Kuhe entered the school, the legends about him have never been less. So later, someone pointed to the well from which the dried lotus was drawn and said that Jiufang Changming had comprehended a powerful Buddhist mantra next to this well.
After many years, I did not expect that someone would mention these four words.
Ku He suspects that this person is a fake. After all, there are always people who want to imitate the famous senior, and he has seen many such people.
But he stared at Chang Ming again and again, but couldn't see why.
Ku He's abnormality also attracted the attention of the queen mother, she wondered: "Zen master, but what's the problem?"
"No, it's the poor monk who lost his mind. The Queen Mother forgives me." Ku He put his hands together and looked away.
Chang Ming ignored Ku He's opinion. Since he has returned to the world, such things will only happen frequently in the future.
"I have something I want to ask, and please ask the queen mother to answer truthfully."
The queen mother was determined.
"The real person please speak."
"That Babaolanghuan Pagoda was really built by the emperor dreaming of the gods?"
"No. It will be my birthday in two months. The emperor is filial and said that he wants to build a pagoda to enshrine the treasures of the five grains. He prays for a long life and a hundred years of my life. I also hope that the grains of our country will be prosperous and the country will be prosperous."
"So, the folklore of immortals dreaming about dreams is fake?"
"It made the real person laugh. It is indeed a false story. It must be that the common people like mysterious stories, so they add fuel to it."
"Then has the emperor been to that tower?"
"No, since that pagoda was completed, the emperor and I just looked at it from a distance and never entered the pagoda. The emperor originally planned to invite the eminent monk Dade of Qingyun Temple to open the temple on the second day of the 12th lunar month, which is my birthday. , The emperor and I came to worship in person, praying for good weather and good weather, and after that, every fifteenth day of the first lunar month, people were allowed to enter and offer fresh fruits."
"That is to say, there is no one in the tower now?"
"No." The Queen Mother paused, "It shouldn't be."
She looked at Ku He again, as if she wanted to get confirmation from him.
Ku He said: "Indeed, there is none. Except for the day when the utensils were transported into the pagoda, there were monks from the temple. Now there is no one in the pagoda, but there are people stationed outside. Do you suspect that there is something wrong with the pagoda?"
Changming: "Luodu is windy from all sides, and this pagoda is built right at the place where the air vents converge. If it is said that everything is stable and the heaven and earth are connected, this Langhuan pagoda is just at the center of the connection between heaven and earth, like a crowning pearl, dazzling, but it also attracts Yin meets Yang."
The queen mother became nervous: "What will happen then?"
Ku He took on Chang Ming's words: "Gods like places like this, and so do evil things."
The Queen Mother's face changed slightly.
"The location of this pagoda was decided by the cold night that day. Both Zen Master and Headmaster Xie have seen it and said there is no problem."
Ku He sighed: "It's the negligence of the poor monk. From the site selection, the tower itself is indeed fine, but I just didn't expect the cold night to be a problem."
Chang Ming said, "I don't know when the East China Sea faction became good at Yin-Yang and Yu-Yang techniques?"
Ku He: "Although Han Ye is an elder of the East China Sea School, his feng shui is a family tradition, and his aunt is a disciple of the Vientiane Palace."
Going around in circles, and sure enough, they are all connected.
Chang Ming didn't say more, just said to the queen mother: "I want to go to that tower to see."
The queen mother held hope: "Will the emperor's soul be there?"
Naturally, no one can guarantee this issue.
Ku He also said: "I'll go with Daoist friend, Daoist Daoist Lao Yue and Dao friend Xie continue to search in the palace."
The queen mother hurriedly said: "There is one more thing, according to the rules of previous years, this time the envoys of Youguo and Zhaoyueguo enter the palace, they must bring monks with them, and they want to compete with us. Last year, we won, but this year, Youguo will definitely I don’t give up, I want to save face, I heard that their grandmaster brought two of them this time, and asked them to come back before dawn, I am really uneasy when you are not here!”
After all the things just now, the queen mother's trust in Changming has surpassed the other three, and Ku He also knew that she was talking about the two, but in fact she was watching Changming, so she didn't make any assertions.
Chang Ming said: "If there is really a problem with Lang Huan Pagoda, it is still unknown whether we can leave safely, and we cannot promise when we will come out."
The queen mother's face turned white: "Is it so dangerous?"
Ku He felt that Chang Ming was exaggerating, but he was kind by nature and did not demolish the platform in front of the Queen Mother, so he echoed: "I don't know what the situation in the tower is at present, so I can't guarantee the Queen Mother, the two grandmasters Xie and Yue are in the palace, it should be No problem."
After all, he took out a copper decree from his sleeve.
"If there is an urgent matter, the Queen Mother can send someone to the Chanyuan to find my junior brother Ting Yu."
This is an extra layer of protection.
The queen mother breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you Zen master, thank you Zhenren, I wish you two success, I hope Luo Guo is safe and the world is in harmony."
The imperial city is not far from the Langhuan Pagoda. With the Taoist method of the two, they can reach it in a moment.
Before entering the pagoda, Ku He frequently looked at Chang Ming, hesitating to say anything.
In the end, he couldn't help but ask: "In the past, there was a Buddhist disciple from Qingyun Temple. Although he entered Buddhism halfway, he was very talented and was regarded as a genius who had not been born in the world for five hundred years. Later, he left Buddhism for some reason. This person's surname is Jiufang and his name is Changming, and he dares to ask friends..."
Chang Ming didn't bother to listen to his rambling, so he interrupted.
"it's me."
Dry Lotus: …
Chang Ming glanced at him and said, "You and Sun Buku are in the same door, so I'm also considered your uncle, why are you different from him? The head of the academy is yours."
Ku He smiled again and again: "I don't dare to be! The senior's words are serious, how can I dare to compare with Senior Brother Bu Ku!"
Chang Ming hummed: "Just like you, it's no wonder that you were thrown to Luodu to eat ashes."
Ku He originally wanted to test out a few more sentences, but he was choked to the point of being unable to speak one sentence after another, so he simply shut up.
There are indeed monks stationed outside the Langhuan Pagoda, but these stationers are not very high in cultivation. They don't know Changming, but when they see the dry lotus, they all salute.
When they heard that the dry lotus was coming, they quickly opened the tower gate.
But Chang Ming was not in a hurry to go in.
He looked up and saw that the spire of the tower seemed to be soaring into the clouds from such a perspective, and the windows on every floor were lit with dim light, as if someone was copying scriptures all night.
If someone does not sleep at night, get up in clothes and look at the tower from a distance, as if the soul is comforted, a little warmth will be born.
But these are all appearances.
In the eyes of cultivators, the clouds surging on the top of the spire, and the looming blood red is an ominous sign.
Lang Huan is the legendary place where the Emperor of Heaven kept books, but not only did this tower not bring good luck, but since it was built, the empire began to experience frequent problems.
Tiny cracks may be inconspicuous, but when the cracks join together, they form larger gaps that eventually fall apart and fall apart.
The emperor's accident was one of the conspicuous gaps.
Even Ku He sees that something is wrong.
Once inside the tower, it was unexpectedly calm.
There is no demonic energy coming towards the face, and there is no imaginary enemy.
Ku He's eyes moved from the stunned statue to the left and right, looking up at the dome and down at the floor.
Everything is as usual, nothing out of the ordinary.
"This statue is engraved with Xu Tianzang?" Chang Ming asked.
"It is indeed the Buddha of the Buddha's Xutian Tibetan." Ku He bowed his head and bowed to the statue.
Xu Tianzang was the founder of Buddhism. It is said that he was also the son of the Buddha who came into the world. After his death, he was honored as the founder of Buddhism. Qingyun Temple also has a statue of Buddha.
However, because it is inside the pagoda, it is different from the standing statue in the Zen courtyard. This statue is a sitting statue. The Buddha sits cross-legged, holding a pearl in one hand and the palm of the other hand upwards, supporting the void.
There is actually a debate about this statue.
Originally, Luoguo was different from Youguo’s reverence for Buddha. It respected both Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. It was meant to be inclusive of all rivers and seas. Therefore, at the beginning of the establishment of Langhuan Pagoda, regarding the statues erected in the pagoda, whether it was Buddha or Taoism, the two have been arguing endlessly. Ku He and Xie Chunxi almost turned their faces. Later, the Confucian Sect also joined in. They insisted on hanging the portraits of several Confucian sages in the tower. The emperor was so arguing that he finally found a compromise. In the eight-story pagoda, On the first floor, there are statues of Buddhist gods, the third floor hangs portraits of Confucian sages, and the top of the tower on the highest floor is dedicated to Taoist magic weapons. In this way, the three schools are compatible, and everyone has nothing to say.
Although Buddhism expressed dissatisfaction later, why the things of Taoism and Confucianism can be on top of their heads, and Confucianism is not happy, feeling that they are caught in the middle, but these are all minor details, and Ku He doesn't want to make jokes.
However, he heard Changming ask: "What is the hand of the idol ready to hold?"
Ku He calmed down and smiled, "No, this is the original gesture."
There are many idols holding the void in their hands, and Changming is no longer entangled. The two turn to look around the first floor. The enamel wall tiles are shining under the candlelight, like a glass world. It is ecstatic, and in a trance has touched the threshold of Western bliss.
Accompanied by the visual feast of gluttonous food, the music faintly came from upstairs, the pipa, Konghou and chimes were melodious and graceful.
But in the tower, apart from them, there was clearly no one, so how could music and dance be born out of thin air
Ku He's heart froze slightly, he suddenly woke up, and couldn't help but look at Chang Ming.
The latter had already climbed the steps and walked up to the second floor.
"senior!"
Ku He subconsciously stretched out his hand and took a half-step slow, only grabbing the corner of the opponent's robe.
Changming's figure has disappeared at the corner of the stairs.
Ku He couldn't, so he had no choice but to hold the Zen staff in his hand and follow.
The second floor is another world.
The beautiful and enchanting dancers dance gracefully, both men and women, with flying belts and semi-permeable yarns.
Chang Ming didn't know when he was standing in the middle, a dancer was sticking to his body without an inch, her breasts moved down a little bit along his outline, her red lips were close, and she exhaled like blue.
Ku He almost blushed and couldn't bear to look any longer.
"Where is the evildoer, how dare you do it! All beings have no appearance, all the monsters have retreated, go!"
He squeezed the magic spell and turned his spiritual power into golden light to shoot at the demons, but not only did the dancers retreat without panic, but instead laughed and snickered, as if mocking his fuss, and they all crowded over, and they also embraced him in the middle.
Why doesn't my mantra work? !
Ku He was in shock and was pushed away involuntarily. These male and female dancers also entangled him with their enchanting and colorful bodies, making Ku He unable to move. No matter what magic spell or spell he used, it would not work. He found that No matter how much you want to go out, you will eventually be circled back to where you were.
The bell of the dancer's ankle seemed to have a kind of magic power, and the bells rang, making Ku He unable to control himself, and there was a kind of eagerness to dance along.
Once you jump up, you can't stop until you die.
This is the Demon Dance!
He was sweating profusely and suddenly realized, only to find that Changming had already jumped up with the female dancer, and even stretched out his hand to hug her. The two were entangled and their bodies twisted. And beyond the modalities of intercourse, it is simply impossible to see directly.
Jiufang Changming has been bewitched!
Ku He felt a chill in his heart, thinking that his reputation would be ruined here. When others open the tower in the future, they can only see him and Chang Ming lying on the ground with messy clothes and crazy faces. However, his mind is clear, but his body sinks involuntarily, and he even has the urge to hug the dancing girl in front of him.
Snapped!
He heard a pop.
The warm liquid was splashed on the face, and it flowed into the mouth, and it was a little salty.
With a close look, Chang Ming passed a hand through the dancer who was attached to his body, and the spiritual energy was poured into it. When he got to Ku He's feet, he stared at him with round eyes, his eyes were completely unwilling, and he opened his mouth to bite Ku He. He subconsciously stepped back half a step, his feet were empty, and half of his body fell into the blood pool.
That head sank, replaced by countless pairs pulling his ankles in the pool of blood, trying to pull Ku He down completely.
The blood in the blood pool splashed onto Ku He's face from time to time, and the nostrils were full of fishy smells. Countless people shouted in his ears that they had died miserably, and asked Ku He to accompany them.
The resentment is deep, and the sea of blood is overwhelming.
But in the prosperous place of Luodu, where did so many grievances come from
Ku He was secretly frightened, and his entire body was almost pulled into the water if he didn't pay attention. The blood pool did not reach the tip of his nose. He drank a large mouthful of blood without precaution, and almost didn't spit it out, but his mind became dizzy.
Confused, he vaguely recalled.
Luodu was also the former capital of the previous dynasty. In the last years of the Hong family's rule, the rebels rebelled. The emperor refused to open the city gate. The rebels were furious. People, except for the few people who got the news in advance and escaped, most of the people, including the nobles of the previous dynasty who had no time to escape, all died under the knife. As a two-legged sheep, the meat is cut alive and roasted, as the gourmet pastime of the chaotic ministers.
It was only after the late Emperor Luo defeated the chaotic ministers and entered the capital that he sent people to collect the bones and bury them in the underground of the capital. However, with so many resentments that have been killed, how can time be easily quelled
As if to answer his guesses, Ku He heard many whispers in his ears, telling how he died miserably in the past, how he had been in a dark place for many years, and how unwilling he was, wanting to return to the world.
If Ku He was really easily bewitched, it would be impossible for him to hold up the facade of Qingyun Temple in Luodu.
He clenched his Zen staff tightly, no longer caring about the dead skeletons that stretched out from all directions to grab his body, closed his eyes, and put an end to all visual and color confusion.
"There are all living beings in the world, with more suffering and less happiness, obsessed and delusional, so there is a law, transcending all appearances, and returning to solemnity. Broken!"
Ku He suddenly opened his eyes, and his hands were shining brightly!
All withered bones vanished into nothingness, all grievances were purified and transcended in the Buddha's light, the blood pool gradually subsided, and the resentful spirits let go of the hands clinging to his body and floated away.
Years of obsession with compassion chanting vanished into ashes, and even if there were still persistent obsessions that would not dissipate and try to seize the dry lotus, they were all unsustainable in his sutras.
Ku He didn't forget the purpose of their entry. He was chanting scriptures and also secretly searching for the emperor's soul with the search for gods, but when these resentful spirits turned into light groups and flew out, he did not find the whereabouts of the emperor.
Got nothing.
When the light dissipated, Ku He returned to the second floor of Langhuan Pagoda, and found that the original colorful murals on all sides turned blank.
"Heavenly demons are reborn, using paintings as puppets, congratulations to the Zen master for breaking through karmic obstacles and taking his cultivation to a higher level."
Ku He looked at Chang Ming's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as if he had nowhere to escape.
"Ashamed, the poor monk is not good at learning and skills, making the seniors laugh!"
No matter how the teacher and the outside world evaluate, in Ku He's view, Jiufang Changming is worthy of being the number one person in the world in the past. Watching myself struggling and sinking.
"Dare to ask if the predecessors have ever found the remnant soul of the emperor?"
If it was said that Ku He was only addressing Senior Chang Ming because of his self-cultivation and the other's name, this time his address became very sincere.
Strength is the easiest thing to be respected, and Chang Ming knows this well.
"No, go up and have a look."
On the third floor of Langhuan Pagoda, as Ku He said earlier, there are sixteen portraits of Confucian sages.
Ku He is not a member of the Confucian sect, and he doesn't recognize the people in the portraits.
Judging from his experience on the second floor, he also found that the tower was strange. The original treasure was enshrined in the tower. It was suppressed by the statues of the three magic weapons of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. I'm afraid it's long overdue.
In this way, if the other party uses the painting as an obstacle and traps the soul in the painting, it is not impossible.
Ku He cautiously inspected each painting carefully.
But every painting is normal. Although these paintings are fine, delicate, and lifelike, there is nothing magical about them.
It seems to be a place where the real sages pay their respects.
Ku He frowned and looked at Chang Ming.
Chang Ming seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and shook his head, indicating that he had not noticed anything abnormal.
The two continued on.
Four, five, six, seven.
The view of the pagoda is excellent, standing at the window overlooking the imperial city and the imperial capital, with an unobstructed view.
The calmer it is, the weirder Ku He feels.
He always felt that there was something hidden beneath the surface, and it was about to come out.
"What is the magic weapon of Taoism on the top floor? Which magic weapon?"
"It's the whisk used by the previous headmaster of the Immortal Mansion, and it's called Hanhai Guichen. There is also a treasure that the royal family has always treasured. Your Majesty attaches great importance to this tower, and ordered people to move in a lot of treasures."
While speaking, the two stepped up to the top floor.
If, as Ku He said, a whisk is enshrined on the glazed platform in the middle, with a faint streamer flickering, which looks extraordinary.
Chang Ming has seen Hanhai Guichen, and with his eyesight, it is not difficult to distinguish the genuine from the fake.
The whisk in front of him is indeed the return of dust from the vast sea.
This magic weapon was used by the ancestors of the Immortal Mansion in the early years. It is also considered a good magic weapon, but it is not a masterpiece. The symbolic meaning is far greater than the actual meaning. This magic weapon is enshrined here. admit.
The problem is not with the return of the vast sea to the dust.
Chang Ming looked away and landed on the scattered treasures next to him.
Huge pearls full of dendrobium, gems of various colors, and the shape of the moon is a magic weapon with weak spiritual power.
"What is this?"
Chang Ming bent down and picked up a white ivory round basin from the treasure.
The side of the basin is inlaid with gemstones in the shape of stars, which is jewel-like, and the night does not hide its brilliance.
Look at the dry lotus probe.
"This should be a cornucopia, right?"
This ivory is actually a bit too white, and it is also glowing blue. It feels smooth and delicate, like the skin of a beauty.
"No." Chang Ming suddenly said.
Ku He: "What?"
Changming: "This is not ivory."
Ku He also touched it, "What is that?"
He also felt that it didn't feel like ivory, but he couldn't say what it was.
"It's human bones."
When Ku He heard these three words, his heart was startled, but he saw Chang Ming stretched out his hand and plucked the ruby in the middle of the cornucopia.
It was too late, it was fast, the black clouds filled the air, the demonic energy roared, and the eyes of the two fell into total darkness, as if there had never been light in the ancient times!
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ps, some friends want to know the level of cultivation in this article. In order to facilitate everyone's understanding and memory, the levels here have been simplified to the maximum, which are low-level, middle-level, high-level, grandmaster, and grandmaster.
The Grand Master can no longer be measured with specifics, so he will no longer calculate in detail, he has to judge by his opponents.