Rong Lian opened his eyes.
The night was cold and dewy, the sky was full of stars, and insects chirped occasionally in the mountains.
The entire square was silent, and the sermon of the Tianji Sect's leader came to an end unknowingly.
Many cultivators had already finished breathing and quietly left. The Taiyan Sect Square, which was originally crowded with people, gradually became empty. Those who were listening from a distance and the disciples sitting on the stairs had all left. But there were still quite a few people left. Rong Lian took a casual look and saw that they were all powerful people above the Spiritual Stage.
These powerful people need more time than others to digest, and even this little time is not enough, and they need to go into seclusion afterwards.
After the battle, everyone gained a lot. Rong Lian even saw that the barriers of several old faces who had been stuck in the lower level for many years were loosening, and the wind began to swirl around them, and thunderclouds seemed to gather in the clear night sky.
However, this only lasted for a moment.
The next moment, the man on the platform spread out his palms, and a green light escaped from between his slender knuckles and pierced into the thundercloud.
The thunderclouds that had gathered with great difficulty were instantly dispersed by this ray of light, and instantly died down and turned into smoke and dissipated.
The mighty man who was sitting upright on the cushion and was originally prepared to survive the thunder tribulation on the spot groaned, and his entire body shivered from the top of his head, suddenly waking up from his state of meditation.
"I'm sorry, if you survive the thunder tribulation here, it will affect other Taoist friends. This thunder lock spell can last for two hours, so you should leave quickly and find a quiet and secluded place to concentrate on overcoming the tribulation."
Qian Yuexi said gently.
This mysterious move that directly broke the thunder tribulation shocked everyone in the room.
Thunder tribulation is already a kind of strange phenomenon in heaven and earth. Even Qingxu Zi, who was also undergoing the tribulation, might not be able to disobey it. However, the leader of the Tianji Sect locked the thunder tribulation with ease. With such profound strength, how could people not be shocked
The powerful man whose tribulation was forcibly interrupted dared not say a word, his face turned pale and blue, he hurriedly bowed towards the high platform and quickly fled, not daring to delay his breakthrough.
Rong Lian also held his breath, brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, and stood up from the cushion.
In recent years, his progress in cultivation has been very limited. He had clearly used a secret method to replace the blood in his body shortly after he succeeded to the throne of the Demon King, but for some reason, he still found it difficult to make progress.
This time, he benefited a lot from the Tianji Sect Master's preaching. He even felt that his late out-of-body state was loosening.
Since there has been some progress, it makes sense to retreat early. Rong Lian casually pinched the Dao Transmission Note and went out, intending to return to Chixiao Palace for a short retreat.
The leader of Tianji Sect came too suddenly to preach, so the date originally set for the war with the ghost realm had to be postponed. However, the righteous and the demon clans were united, and their strength was much stronger than that of the ghost realm. The initiative was in their hands. Besides, for cultivators, cultivation was the righteous way, and how could fighting be more important than the growth of cultivation
As soon as he moved, many of the demon officials who followed him also left the table. After a while, a large number of people disappeared from the square.
The demon clan's team marched towards the Chixiao Palace in a mighty manner, and ran into the Yufo Sect which was also preparing to leave.
The Yufo Sect is a relatively low-key force in the world of cultivation, but it has deep roots. Buddhism is pure and they do not interfere with the secular world on weekdays, so everyone is willing to give them face.
The old abbot who is in the lead, Master Shikong, is also a well-known powerful man. Like Rong Lian, he is in the out-of-body stage and belongs to the older generation.
Now that the two factions have formed an alliance, it is only right to give them some face.
"Master, nice to meet you."
Rong Lian nodded towards Yufomen.
"Amitabha, Your Majesty the Demon King, thank you for your courtesy."
Master Shikong was wearing a purple robe, and the gold edges on the corners of his robe reflected brightly in the moonlight.
Behind the abbot were many high-ranking members of the Yufo Sect, and even some young monks who had just shaved their heads and were wearing gray robes. When these disciples with insufficient cultivation saw the red corners of the Demon King's clothes, they consciously recited the Heart Purification Mantra in their hearts and emptied their minds.
Rong Lian was not very interested in these monks. Given his personality, being able to say hello was already a great courtesy to him. So the two groups met in the middle of the square and then went their separate ways.
But the moment they passed by, the old abbot, who was playing with the Buddhist beads in his hand, seemed to sense something and paused, turned around and said, "Donor, please stay. The amulet needs to be worn on the body to be effective."
Amulet
Rong Lian frowned, "Are you talking about me?"
"Amitabha, that's right."
"Master, you may have remembered it wrongly." The Demon King patiently explained, "I have never worn your Buddha amulet."
Rong Lian was right in saying this.
Although the Buddha amulets of Yufo Sect were indeed famous, and because the requirements were too stringent, they were extremely famous in both worlds. But Rong Lian himself did not believe in gods and Buddhas, and he had always disliked human monks. He would rather believe in the four fierce beasts and four auspicious beasts of the demon race than in human gods and Buddhas.
After hearing what Rong Lian said, Master Shi Kong raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Half a year ago, I met your Majesty in Hanyue Secret Realm. At that time, your Majesty did have the aura of our sect's Buddha amulet blessing on him."
This time, it was Rong Lian who was confused. "I have indeed never been to your sect to ask for amulets. As the abbot, you should know this clearly."
Master Shikong: "No, no, my Buddha Bathing Gate amulet is not only for me to pray for myself, it can also be prayed for others."
It is extremely difficult to ask for a Buddha amulet for yourself, let alone asking for a Buddha amulet for others
Thinking of this, Rong Lian felt a little ridiculous. Although he really liked to wear jade on his waist, he would change a piece every once in a while, either ice glass jade or imperial green jade, but even if it was the most expensive jade, it was not worthy of being a Buddha amulet of Yufomen.
This time, his tone was much more confident, "Master must have remembered it wrongly. Even I have heard how difficult it is to get a Buddha amulet from Yufomen, let alone getting one for others?"
"Besides, Master, you were talking about half a year ago. As far as I know, it seems that there has been no news of anyone successfully obtaining a Buddha amulet for hundreds of years. Even if someone has obtained a Buddha amulet for me recently, it is impossible that no one in the cultivation world knows about it, right?"
Hearing Rong Lian say this, Master Shi Kong suddenly seemed to realize something. His expression became slightly stiff and he lowered his eyes to concentrate.
“Amitabha… Amitabha.”
He used his thumb to move the ten thousand year old agarwood Buddhist beads, closed his eyes, and after repeating two sentences, he seemed to have made up his mind and called out to Rong Lian's departing back: "There is a rule in our Buddhist sect that the identity of the person who asked for the amulet must not be revealed at will. The amulet is very special, it is not a magical tool used in the world of cultivation, and it is no different from ordinary objects. Your Majesty can pay attention to it."
The man in red who was walking away raised his hand lazily and waved it in the air without looking back, to show that he understood.
The encounter between a group of demons and the abbot of the Buddha Bathing Sect attracted a lot of attention. Seeing that there was no follow-up, the onlookers dispersed.
"Tsk, this old bald donkey is really dull."
The demon minister who was following behind him lightly rebuked, "Does His Majesty still need things from the human cultivators?"
"That's right." Another minister who was particularly good at flattering the emperor looked up at the emperor's expression and immediately followed up: "Besides, no one has been able to obtain the Buddha amulet from the Yufo Sect for hundreds of years. Who knows what that amulet looks like? We demons don't have the human way of doing things. If we have the time, it would be better to go to the underground demon tower and ask for a Ten Thousand Beasts amulet."
"That bald donkey is probably trying to blackmail you with an empty bowl. He insisted on saying that Your Majesty was wearing a Buddha amulet. He must have ulterior motives."
The ministers all knew that Rong Lian disliked humans, and even more so didn't like talking nonsense with them. When they saw that the first minister's words were not refuted, they all tried their best to show their loyalty.
They did not lower their voices, but continued to discuss and agree with each other as they walked towards the edge of the square.
At this moment, a young man in white who was walking in front of them suddenly turned around.
Rong Lian did not take Master Shikong’s words to heart. He raised his eyes lazily and happened to see this scene.
The boy's eyes were as bright as stars in the night sky, his face was calm and pretty, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
He was wearing a slightly loose white robe, the hem of which was dragging directly in the cold spring, barely covering a pair of jade feet.
At first glance, the depths of Rong Lian's consciousness seemed to be suddenly struck by lightning, and several fragmented images flashed by.
The images were incomplete, but one could vaguely make out a handsome young man. He was sitting by a bright fire, handing over a chicken leg on a bamboo stick, his features blurred.
The only thing that is the same is the white clothes.
Even the clothing styles and patterns on the corners are exactly the same.
"you... ... "
In a flash, Rong Lian supported his aching temple with one hand and subconsciously stretched out the other hand to grab the young man in white who was walking towards him.
"?"
The boy stopped.
In his hand he held a flickering purple glass lamp, and the eyes that looked over were extremely clear, yet without any ripples.
Rong Lian could even see his own small reflection in his eyes.
But, it’s only limited to reflections.
There was no emotion in those eyes. Seeing him was like seeing a piece of dogtail grass on the roadside, or a rock that was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary. Even no emotions arose in her eyes. It was just like seeing countless strangers coming and going on the street, without any sadness or joy.
As consciousness began to return, Rong Lian suddenly remembered this face.
He was the young man who had drawn his sword at the foot of Taiyanzong Mountain, who was invited by him to be a guest of the demon clan and who had just given a sermon and was sitting in the first row.
"you... ... "
He repeated it once more, his voice filled with confusion and panic that he himself was not aware of, as well as a deep-seated, inexplicable fear.
"If your majesty has nothing to say, I will take my leave. I am in a hurry. Sorry."
Zong Ci saw that he couldn't explain it for a long time, but he didn't care and nodded politely and distantly.
The young man in white passed by the man in red without any reluctance.
Rong Lian's raised hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.
He turned around and looked at the figure walking in the opposite direction with him.
The young man was handsome and elegant, and the glass lantern in his hand illuminated the water surface in front of him. The light meandered and flowed all the way to the center of the square.
The leader of the Tianji Sect, who had finished his sermon, had not yet left, and the other children were standing nearby to finish up. There were not many people there.
As if they sensed someone coming, one of the children walked towards the young man. Even the usually calm and composed leader of the Tianji Sect paused for a moment.
From beginning to end, the boy never looked back.