In Shenque Mountain in late autumn, the yellow leaves curl into the sky and rise into the sky, just like the lingering yellow tide, swimming across the thousands of mountains like a dragon and snake.
Those who worship the mountain and burn incense need to take a bath, change clothes, and calm down before entering the Confucius' ancestral hall.
Who is the master
The person who unites people's religious beliefs.
Nothing to blaspheme, nothing to slander.
Even the sects from outside must first burn three pillars of incense to show respect, and then the sect disputes in the local area will begin.
The golden-robed man sitting on the black dragon flying chariot is named Zhao Beicheng. He is the "King Cheng" one of the three kings of Fenghua Wangzong. In the past, his strength was at the peak of the Thirteenth Realm, and he was the The leader is not much worse than the leader of Wanjian Sect.
The reason why Wanjian Sect can stand strong in the east is mostly due to the power of the Demon Lord two hundred years ago.
However, now that the Fenghua Wang Sect seemed to have something to rely on, they decided to invade from the west to the east.
Although the invasion was divided into several routes, one of them must lead to the Confucius Temple.
Worshiping the Master is a must.
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at this time.
It is still within the eastern boundary of Yunzhou.
The west wind is weak.
Wrapping up a figure with a vague aura, Yu Jian flew towards a certain villa.
The figure walked to the door, fell off the flying sword, grabbed the flying sword with his left hand, and looked up.
The plaque on the gate of the village is engraved with the four characters "Beidou Villa".
In the village, cranes raise their heads, fish swim in the pond, cloud shadows roll across the river, and there are voices of men and women chatting. The mist passes by like a gauze, and all kinds of flowers are proudly blooming, making this place feel like being in a fairyland.
This villa is obviously a paradise.
In addition, Beidou Villa is a well-known gathering place for casual cultivators in the east of Yunzhou Continent.
All the people coming and going in the village are monks.
And the owner of the village is an extremely powerful person in the thirteen realms. If not, he would not be able to protect the casual cultivators by himself and obtain a pure land.
It's a pity that this pure land will be polluted today.
There will be no peace in this paradise from now on.
Because that figure has already entered the villa.
As soon as he stepped into the villa, many people looked over and many people locked their auras on him.
Because this is an unfamiliar breath.
"Fellow Taoist, you are so unfamiliar? Who is he?"
The figure glanced at all the Taoists and said with a smile: "Fenghua Wangzong, the true king."
As soon as the words were settled, the monk who asked the question was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The Fenghua Wang Sect must be a sect from the West. The sect has a territory, and those who come without warning are called invasions. Can you tell me, fellow Taoist?" The Wanjian Sect here?”
The true king smiled and said: "No."
Without waiting for the monk to ask any more questions, he just said: "Since I am here today, Wanjian Sect should not exist."
"Oh? Why are you so arrogant?"
"raving?"
The true king suddenly burst into laughter.
After laughing, he looked at the monk who dared to question him.
The monk had some character, he was not afraid, he had a spear on his back, and he looked like a general from a human dynasty.
The True King took a step forward, casually moved his right hand, and the flying sword that had always been suspended behind his back was unsheathed. Without saying a word, he shot directly at the monk.
It's not powerful or fast, but it's a bit weird.
The monk was not afraid at all, and he didn't see any movement. The spear stirred up sharp air currents, pierced the sky, and roared towards the flying sword.
Next scene.
Chi~~
The flying sword sliced the spear directly, and its speed did not decrease at all.
The spear-carrying monk was startled, and his reaction speed was extremely fast. He retreated sharply, and the power of the nine heavens and earth hidden in the Zi Mansion was suddenly revealed with a finger.
Not only points towards the sword, but also towards the true king behind the sword.
The wind in this area suddenly seemed to freeze, turning into a majestic mountain in an instant, bombarding towards the true king.
next moment.
"ah!!"
With an exclamation, the spear-carrying monk was shocked.
Just because the power of the Nine Heavens and Earth was directly torn apart by the flying sword, it seemed that it had no hindrance at all.
This is simply unbelievable.
No wonder the gun-carrying monk was shocked.
The flying sword is getting closer and closer.
Only then did he notice that there was a strange black film on the flying sword, and with this black film there, it seemed to be indestructible and invincible.
Soon after, only a few thoughts flashed through the spear-carrying monk's mind, and then a long sigh arose in his heart.
But at this moment, an extremely terrifying force of heaven and earth rose into the sky, like a giant hand, which had just been formed. The air currents in the sky were extremely sticky, and the dust on the earth was flying into the sky.
And this aura, which far exceeded the magical power of the spear-carrying monk, turned into a big hand and grabbed the flying sword directly.
boom! ! !
The power was like a whirlpool, collapsing from all directions and hitting the flying sword.
The flying sword was not damaged, and even the black film on the surface did not fluctuate at all. After a brief pause of half a second, the flying sword broke free, continued to maintain its original speed, and directly penetrated the spear-carrying monk's head.
From beginning to end, this happened in just a moment.
There was a little blood on the sword, and after being shaken away, it circled back to the true king.
The spear-carrying monk never thought that his "arrogant words" would lead to death.
His head was cracked from the middle, the purple palace was shattered, his soul was scattered, he went to the stage of reincarnation, and his body fell heavily to the ground.
At this time, in the middle of a quiet bamboo forest in the distance, the stone table was covered with black and white stones, and there was a person sitting on each side of the east and west.
Sitting in the east is an old man. This old man is the owner of Beidou Villa. At this time, he looked at his palm in astonishment, with a bit of shock in his eyes.
How can it be
His power just now was enough to destroy dozens of flying swords, but why could he only stop the flying sword for half a second
"Master? What's wrong with you?"
shouted a middle-aged man sitting in the west.
The old man came back to his senses after being called out like this. His expression turned a few times, and then he said: "Brother Han, please leave the village quickly. This person has bad intentions. Don't get involved."
"Who does the owner think Han is?"
"Brother Han, you are the son of the leader of Luxia Sect. If you don't want to be the grandson of the rich man, you should leave as soon as possible."
Seeing the seriousness of what the old man said, the middle-aged man nodded and left with his sword.
When the old man saw him walking away, he rose up in the wind and flew towards the village gate.
After seeing the two bodies in front of the door, he sighed softly, then raised his head to look at the person who came, and said coldly: "What do the Western sects want from coming to my east?"
"From now on, the two sects in the east and west will become one. What can we talk about?" After the true king said this, he directly threw out a bottle of elixir, "If you eat it, you will not die."
The owner of Beidou Villa couldn't help laughing: "Are you crazy?"
The True King did not speak, but just took a step forward. A black film appeared all over his body. This film was thick and dull. If it were the silent deep sea, it showed a frightening and mysterious flavor under his unconcealed display. .
The laughter of the owner of Beidou Villa stopped suddenly. He had already felt the terrifying power contained in the black film.
He had some vague guesses, but he still couldn't believe it.
His voice was hoarse and he said, "What is this?"
The true king smiled and said: "Fourteen realms."
The old man froze on the spot.
This was the answer he expected, and it was also the most terrifying answer!
The new realm means the reorganization of forces.
The existence of the Eleventh Realm directly overturned the dynastic system.
After the twelve realms, the dynasty became a subordinate of the sect.
In the Thirteenth Realm, the sect's position becomes more solid.
now…
The fourteenth realm has arrived.
What will happen
The old man felt his heart feel cold, as if he had seen a vast sea of blood in front of him.
The killing calamity has arrived! !
At this time, the son of the leader of the Luxia Sect who was playing chess with him turned back with his sword.
The old man and everyone in the villa looked up to the sky. At some point, a cold light shone above the villa. If they looked closely, they saw monks arrayed with swords.
These monks are disciples wearing the clothes of the Fenghua Wang Sect.
Obviously, Beidou Villa has been surrounded.
The true king looked at the middle-aged man who returned, without saying much, he raised his hand and pointed, and a drop of "**" with a black film attached directly rushed towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man naturally resisted, but was unable to make any effective defense at all, and was touched by the "**" in an instant.
When he touched it, his eyes were split in pain, and then he showed a look of endless fear.
In this way, he was deprived of all strength, and his whole body began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The black hair turned white, the teeth fell out, and the wrinkles on the skin disappeared, and in a few blinks of an eye, he turned into a stark white skeleton.
The white bones fell from a high altitude. Before they reached the bottom, they were blown away into powder by the cold mountain wind, and disappeared with the wind, never to exist again.
Everyone in Beidou Villa was silent.
The disciples of the Fenghua Wang Sect paid homage to the True King from afar, and then continued to stand around.
The True King raised his voice: "Those who escape will die!!"
Then, he said: "Those who want to live, come and take this elixir yourself. I don't have much time. After one stick of incense, anyone who has not taken it will die."
After eating, everyone from the twelve realms and above followed me.
The Dongfang Wanjian Sect, which has existed here for more than five hundred years, is now about to be destroyed. "
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Xia Ji sat alone in the sunset.
He couldn't help but start to miss that woman.
He didn't know whether this was the so-called "karma" and the longing caused by Lu Chan's so-called "three wills", or his own longing for his deceased wife.
He knew that Miaomiao was in a corner of this world, and she might have been reincarnated, and then she would break into his world like an elf as always, bringing a bit of human color to him who seemed to have seen all the world. .
He was lying on the marble railing. In the dusk, there were many pilgrims in the Confucius Temple on Shenque Mountain, and even at this time many of them stayed.
All kinds of words penetrated into his ears like a tide, including conversations, laughter, sorrow, anger, joy, anger, sorrow, and human affairs, which reflected the appearance of the human world in this corner of the world.
He was only fifteen years old, but he already felt lonely and desolate.
And in the distance, there was suddenly a noisy sound.
The sound came from far away, accompanied by the exclamations of the pilgrims.
Xia Ji followed the sound and saw three black dragons walking vigorously, pulling a flying chariot across the sky. The flying chariot was huge, heavy and mighty. Sitting in the center was a man in a golden robe hugging him from left to right. man.
After the flying chariot, there were many monks walking with swords.
The wind roared, the clouds moved away, and the sound was huge.
Before the flying chariot arrived, the monks were already flying forward like lightning, arriving in the sky above this place. From a high position, they looked down at the pilgrims offering incense like ants.
The leader raised his voice and said: "Everyone is allowed to leave here in half the time it takes to burn incense."
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The pilgrims were stunned for a moment, and the next moment they turned around and ran away frantically.
The monks have issued an order, how can they not obey it
However, Chenque Mountain is so big that there are still many pilgrims at this time.
The time of half a stick of incense passed quickly. Younger boys and girls, some people near the mountain gate left, but some others just ran to the Confucius Temple and had not had time to go down the mountain.
The floating monk didn't say much and landed directly on the ground.
After them, the flying chariot landed.
The monks looked at the pilgrims who were running with their heads down from the opposite side, with impatient and cold expressions on their faces, but everyone still turned their heads slightly to look at the man on the flying chariot.
Prince Cheng held the two girls in his arms, frowned and said, "This mountain road is not clean. How can I offer incense?"
The disciples of Fenghua Wang Sect will naturally understand.
If it's not clean, it's because of dust.
The dust is the ants that haven't left yet.
In this case, just clean it up to save the dust and waste the Lord's precious time.
How to clean
Since there are cliffs on both sides of the mountain road, it is best to sweep away all these blinding dust.
After thinking about it, the monks didn't think much about it. The leading monks raised their hands a little, and the strong wind rolled out from their sleeves, like wind dragons surging up the mountain road, one to the left and one to the right, and then it swung its tail.
The violent wind swept the pilgrims who were still running on both sides towards the cliff.
Among the pilgrims were many elderly people, children, and a couple wearing black cat and white cat cloaks.
Frightened screams and begging for mercy were heard.
Before his eyes, these people were about to be swept off the cliff, fall down the valley and be shattered into pieces.
Suddenly, a force of resistance came down, and the hurricane stopped. The gentle force stopped the pilgrims from falling toward the cliff, allowing them to stabilize their bodies again.
Among the pilgrims, a young man sat on the stone steps, facing the distance, and asked from a distance: "Since I came to burn incense, I just want to join everyone.
Since he doesn't want to be together, he just waits for everyone to leave. Why kill? "
King Cheng on the flying chariot in the distance ignored him at all, and just said impatiently: "Why is there still dust?"
He finished speaking.
The three leading Fenghua Wang Sect monks flew out with their swords.
What follows is overwhelming magical power. When monks fight, even if they have entered the Thirteenth Realm, they generally do not use karma to start a fight.
The power of heaven and earth combined by these three people turned into a large seal, and the entire seal came over, covering everyone in the entire area.
The old man was so frightened that he fell to the ground, his lips moving frequently, staring at this invisible force.
The child was so frightened that he forgot to cry. The lollipop in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces of different sizes.
The couple with black and white cats just hugged each other tightly, trembling and waiting to die.
Xia Ji closed his eyes.
This moment.
Many thoughts passed through his mind.
Fifteen hundred years ago, I thought the aristocratic family was evil, so I educated the common people and compiled books. I wanted everyone to become a dragon and resist the aristocratic family. This is correct.
What is wrong is this evil.
However, it is not the family that is evil, it is human nature.
Human nature is like destiny.
Destiny makes you irresistible, and human nature makes you unchangeable.
How sad.
While Xia Ji was thinking, he stood up.
He held up his hand, and his palm was gray.
The big seal formed by the magical power hit the palm and could no longer move downwards.
At this moment, the innocent woman in King Cheng's arms glanced at the opposite side curiously, and her eyes stopped at the young man holding his hands to resist on the stone steps.
The charming woman also glanced at it.
Prince Cheng glanced over and suddenly snorted: "Do you think this young man is handsome?"
The pure woman shook her head hurriedly, and then said flatteringly: "I can't compare to you, my lord..."
The charming woman straightened her arms, hooked her arms around King Cheng's neck, and breathed softly: "My lord, are you jealous? Hehehe..."
King Cheng looked around and suddenly said: "This dragon of mine hasn't eaten meat for several days. Let's catch him."
"Yes, Lord."
"yes."
Many Fenghua Wang Sect monks pointed at their swords.
After the clang sound, many flying swords flew into the sky.
The pilgrim who never fled felt his heart almost stopped.
At this time, he was either prostrate or paralyzed on the stone steps, watching the gods fight, his whole body was stiff, as if he had fallen into an ice cave and lost all consciousness.
My heart was numb, and I only regretted that I had never been able to run faster.
Yes.
Don't dare to be angry.
I only dare to hate myself.
How cowardly.
The flying sword soared into the sky, attached to the magical power of the Twelve Realms, as if the entire sky had been sucked clean, and it was full of killing intent, trying to crush Xia Ji and the others.
And just then.
The whole Shenque Mountain trembled slightly. At the first moment, there was only a slight sound like the eyes of a fish and the cry of a young bird. Then the sound of rustling trees in the mountains and forests suddenly started, followed by the sound of wind and water, and the call of mountain holes. .
Many sounds are like hundreds of rivers merging into the sea, turning into a clear and suppressing sound, rising in the night.
At this time, the sky was filled with sword light, which contained cold murderous intent towards the world.
And the gradually rising voice finally turned into one word: "Evil."
One word fell.
All the sword light in the sky was shattered, and the combined strength of hundreds of monks at the twelfth realm and above was broken.
Xia Ji stood with his hands hanging down.
A sudden change occurred in the Confucius Temple behind him amid this huge sound. The majestic holy white air rose up in dense air, soaring straight up into the sky, manifesting the holy image.
I don't know how high it is, tens of thousands of feet high, but it's among the vast white clouds.
Every bit of white air is all good deeds and is watered by incense.
Good karma can be defended and bad karma can be attacked, but for such existences that are far beyond ordinary people's understanding, it no longer applies.
The icon felt Xia Ji's anger,
There was a mysterious connection with him,
He is Xia Ji, and Xia Ji is Him.
Now that Xia Ji has come to this mountain, he has a heart and is no longer a dead jade statue soaked in incense.
it's here…
Xia Ji’s heart is His heart.
His power is Xia Ji's power.
At this time, this power turned and moved according to Xia Ji's thoughts, and appeared in front of others.
The Master's Elephant looked at the monks blocking the mountain and King Cheng sitting high on the black dragon flying chariot.
The second word fell.
"Right now."
For a moment.
The huge pressure was like a sacred mountain suppressing the hearts of the monks, but the ordinary people lying on the ground could not feel it.
King Cheng reacted with a thought. He threw away the two women in his arms and sneered: "Pretend to be a master! Pretend to be a ghost!!"
He folded his hands, and a long blue sword suddenly condensed in the center of his hands. As soon as the sword appeared, ice crystals appeared in the air around it. It was obviously a divine weapon.
The next moment, a matte black film as deep as an abyss covered the surface of King Cheng, and then covered the surface of the divine weapon, exuding a cold and overwhelming sense of terror. This is a new realm of human beings. strength.
King Cheng smiled and shook his head, and stepped forward, "Human teachings only bless the strong, Master only bless the strong, so someone must be cheating. Although I don't know how you did it, you might as well die. .”
The word "death" had just left his mouth.
The third character of the icon of Master has already fallen.
"Punishment."
Three words in a row, that is - evil is punishment.
As soon as the three words came out, the dense, holy but peaceful white Qi of good karma turned into a sword in the clouds. The sword's light was quiet, and it fell to the earth with a light swing following the icon of the Master.
This sword will not disturb the common people, it will not disturb the people, it will not scare the birds in the mountains, it will not disturb the trees in the forest...
This sword is by no means huge, but it is also not small, it is by no means domineering, but it is not mean to be humble either...
In a miraculous way, this sword fell on King Cheng of the Fourteenth Realm at the same time, as well as all the people brought by King Cheng.
One knife, kill them all.
It is incomprehensible and unimaginable to mortals.
But this time it happened.
With one slash of the sword, the statue of Master no longer looked into the distance, no longer watched success or failure. Instead, it bowed slightly to Xia Ji as a sign of worship, and then dispersed and disappeared.
On the earth, all the monks who had endured the master's sword were turned into dust.
Karma wipes out life. When the level of life is no longer there, it is just a mortal, just a skeleton that has been stored for hundreds of thousands of years and should have been weathered long ago.
Xia Ji walked to the empty flying chariot. At this time, the ashes on the ground had already disappeared with the mountain wind, and only the flying sword fell on the ground.
He said softly: "You are wrong. People's religion does not protect the strong, but those with good intentions and those who constantly strive for self-improvement."
After saying this, he walked down the stairs.
When he left the range of Shenque Mountain, the feeling of incense connection that suddenly arose due to the fluctuation of his mind disappeared.
Obviously, the place where the Master showed his holiness was only when he went to the mountain where the ancestral hall was built.
Leaving this mountain, he couldn't borrow this terrifying power.
At this time, in the distance, there were many uproar sounds around.
"The Master has appeared."
"The Master really exists!!"
And those who were crawling on the stone steps and paralyzed with fear hugged and cried with the people around them.
"Master saved us."
"I see it, I see it, Master, enter the clouds and manifest the holy image."
The couple wrapped in black cat and white cat cloaks turned around, rushed into the ancestral hall enthusiastically, and knelt down in front of the jade statue.
The jade statue has a soft face, bathed in rich incense, silent and silent, as if it is not him who has just revealed himself.
The couple kowtowed repeatedly, thanking them for their kindness. They suddenly thought of the young man on the stone steps just now...
He seemed to have blocked a blow for everyone before the Master arrived.
Who is he
Why is he alone
Why should he bear it alone in the bitter cold of late autumn when all things wither
The man wrapped in a black cat cloak and the woman wrapped in a white cat cloak looked at each other, with tears still in the corners of their eyes, and they hugged each other tightly.
And Xia Ji was walking alone on the lonely mountain road.
He listened to the shock and enthusiasm all the way, but he was not happy at all.
He took a look at the mountains full of yellow leaves curled up into dragons, and the bleak autumn wind captivated the soul.
He suddenly missed the mutton soup cooked by Xiao Su in the capital of Da Qi.
It's time to drink it in this kind of weather. Put some green onion and pepper. It will be very warm.
It's as warm as the colorful flowers in spring have bloomed, and it's as warm as Miao Miao has come back.
He rubbed his hands and took a breath of hot air in the cold wind, then turned and continued towards Dai's house in Shui'an City.
Although his heart is like an arrow, he still has something he must do and cannot go back.