The so-called, the avenue palace is closed for three thousand miles, and the last step is Nantianmen.
Nantian Temple is located in the city of Shendu.
Along Tongtian Street, all the way to the south, at the end of Tongtian Street, there is a mountain made of white stones, 2,732 feet high, with 800 Buddhist temples and temples, and the cranes and golden beasts Raoshan flying.
Nantian Temple was originally just a small temple in the mountain, and it couldn’t compare with the Buddhist holy places like “Bhikshu’an”. However, in the past few hundred years, it has grown extremely fast. In terms of momentum and scale, it has the potential to surpass the monk’s.
There are rumors in the market that it is because the "Big Maitreya", the host of Nantian Temple, is a close friend of the current imperial master. Most of the empresses and princes in the palace will rush to Nantian Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings. Two hundred years ago, Emperor Jin was even more Here's to worship the gods.
The Hall of Eight Hundred Buddhas was built just like that.
When the copper chariot came to the outside of Nantianmen, the sun had already set on the top of the mountain.
The gate of a temple has never been so majestic and majestic. The pure gold plaque alone is ten meters long and weighs tens of thousands of pounds. The two red gates are full of copper nails the size of human heads. Twelve golden pillars are built, with dragons and phoenixes carved on them, and they have the power to go straight to the nine heavens.
The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the golden pillar, bursting with dazzling brilliance.
Feng Feiyun stepped down from the copper carriage, and a little novice wearing a white monk's robe led him into Nantian Temple.
This little novice is also about six or seven years old, with a round bald head, exuding precious light, a pair of clear eyes, like two black gems, those eyes have a pious and solemn feeling, as if seeing through the vicissitudes of the world .
"Little monk, your Nantian Temple is really magnificent!" Feng Feiyun followed, walking along a staircase carved out of white jade towards the top of the mountain.
"In the eyes of the Buddha, there is no rich or poor, the surface is gold and jade, and it is dark." The little novice smiled.
Feng Feiyun was a little surprised, and couldn't help but look at the little novice, and found that his eyes were projected three feet away from his body, and he was removed by a vortex, and he couldn't even touch his true body. .
There are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the capital of the gods. A seven-year-old novice has such a cultivation level.
"Donor, are you here to offer incense, or to worship Buddha?" the little novice smiled.
Feng Feiyun said: "Is there a difference between the two?"
"Naturally there is a difference. Offering incense is asking for Buddha, and worshipping Buddha is worshipping Buddha. The two cannot be said in the same way," said the little novice.
Feng Feiyun nodded and said, "I am here, neither to offer incense nor to worship Buddha. I am here to meet someone."
The little novice suddenly stopped, turned around, raised his head, looked at Feng Feiyun, and said, "It turns out that the donor is the son of a demon, no wonder the evil spirit on his body is so heavy. I thought it was from "The Epic World Ranking". Dongfang Jingshui came, but unexpectedly it was the third flower boy of "Under the Epic Genius List"."
What a powerful little monk, he didn't see through him, but he has seen through himself, Feng Feiyun's heart became cautious.
Feng Feiyun smiled and said: "It seems that the little donor knows who I want to see?"
The little novice nodded and said, "The concubine of the gods lives in the Qingtan Courtyard. The concubine of the gods is sympathetic to the heavens and the people. The troubled times are coming, and the calamity is coming. I have been praying for three days.
"You little novice knows a lot." Feng Feiyun said with a smile.
"Amitabha, the little monk doesn't know anything!" The little novice clasped his hands together, bowed to Feng Feiyun, and then stepped on the cloud with his robe fluttering.
"Shh!"
Feng Feiyun stepped on reincarnation, his body turned into a gust of wind, and jumped between the Buddhist temples on the cliffs, but he still couldn't catch up with the little novice. When the little novice disappeared, Feng Feiyun fell to the ground. On the ground, when I looked up, I saw that there was an old Buddhist temple in front of me.
"Blue Sandalwood Courtyard!"
Feng Feiyun had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then he pushed the door without any scruples.
At this time, the last ray of sunlight fell on the ancient city wall, and a faint bright moon hung on the sky-filled galaxy, shedding the bright moonlight.
As soon as you step into the Qingtan Courtyard, you can feel a fresh and elegant breath. Taking a deep breath, the flesh and blood in the body seem to be washed again, bringing out the turbid air flow.
Qingtan Courtyard is located at the top corner of Nantian Temple. To the north is a cliff of thousands of feet. At a glance, you can see the city area for hundreds of miles.
Feng Feiyun stepped on the path paved with cyan-like jade stones, passed through the ancient Qingtan wood forest, and came to the door of a Buddhist temple.
This is a Buddhist monastery with simple notation, only a small wooden house, and two bronze Buddha statues stand outside the wooden house, with faces like Arhats.
Feng Feiyun folded his arms in front of his chest, bowed to the Buddhist temple, and said, "Feng Feiyun, late born, come to pay respects to Concubine Ji."
The Buddha lamp in the wooden house trembled slightly.
There is no sound of any reply!
No cultivator dared to use his divine sense to investigate a character like the Goddess Concubine. That would be disrespectful to the goddess. Feng Feiyun naturally did not dare to rashly use his divine sense to investigate whether there was anyone in the Buddhist academy.
After a moment of silence, Feng Feiyun slowly walked towards the wooden house.
"Squeak" sounded.
Push the door in.
Inside the wooden house is a simple Buddhist hall, with a Buddha statue, an incense burner burning long incense, and a futon, but there is not a single person.
Feng Feiyun took a slight sniff and could smell the scent of Bai Lan's flowers remaining in the Buddhist hall, which was the same as the smell on the stationery sent by Ji Lingxi, proving that Ji Lingxi had indeed stayed here.
"It's not there!"
Feng Feiyun turned around and hurried out of the Buddhist hall, fearing that he would be found out that he had entered the place of prayer for the concubine, but when Feng Feiyun walked out of the Buddhist hall, his body froze, and he found the courtyard outside. Among them, there was a slender and attractive woman.
This woman was very thinly dressed, with only a looming layer of blue veil on her body, standing under the moon, outlining her seductive and slender figure incomparably moving.
She was standing on the edge of the cliff outside the Buddhist hall, under an ancient green sandalwood tree, looking into the distance.
Feng Feiyun entered the Buddhist hall and walked out of the hall, and it took no more than two breaths in total, but the woman had already appeared outside, how could Feng Feiyun not be surprised.
Although Feng Feiyun can only see one of her backs, this back is so beautiful that it has been imprinted in my mind and engraved in my heart. There is no man who can forget her after seeing this back. .
Feng Feiyun's footsteps became more light, and he stopped ten steps behind the woman, and bowed respectfully, "Meet the concubine Ji."
This woman is "Ji Lingxi", one of the rumored four concubines, because Feng Feiyun smelled the fragrance of Bai Lan flowers on her body.
Ji Lingai still stood there motionless, her fingers gently touched the chiffon Lingluo on her shoulders, her thin and soft lips parted lightly, and she said quietly, "Are you Feng Feiyun?"
This is a very young voice, not like a monk who has lived for two hundred years, but like a cardamom girl.
"It's the junior." Feng Feiyun said.
"Junior? Haha, am I that old?" Ji Ling snorted, turning her head slowly, her beautiful eyes like apricots blinked softly, and said, "Raise your head!"
"Junior dare not!" Feng Feiyun said.
"I forgive you!" Ji Ling said.
Only then did Feng Feiyun slowly raise his head, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes again. The woman in front of him was not as graceful and luxurious as he imagined, but rather like a 16- or 7-year-old girl who was just beginning to fall in love.
A woman who has been through the years, no matter how well-rounded she is, can keep her face young and stay young, but those eyes can't deceive people.
A sixteen-year-old woman and a forty-year-old woman have completely different eyes.
But Ji Lingao's eyes were clearer than that of a sixteen-year-old woman, her skin was whiter and more delicate than a seventeen-year-old woman's, and she was plump and slimmer than an eighteen-year-old woman's.
She didn't have the richness and nobility of a concubine in the deep palace, but instead had the refined and pure feeling of a female disciple of the fairy sect.
Feng Feiyun's heart trembled, "Ji Lingao and Ji Cangyue look alike, are they really Ji Cangyue's aunt? Why do I think she is more like Ji Cangyue's sister?"
That's right, Ji Lingao and Ji Cangyue look very similar, and they look two years younger than Ji Cangyue.
Feng Feiyun once again looked away, not daring to look at this goddess concubine, her eyes were so beautiful that they could make a man enchanted.
He took out the box of Bailan Flower Dew and presented it with both hands, saying, "Junior, I heard that Concubine Ji likes the fragrance of Bailan flowers, so I made a special trip to Silver Hook Square to buy this box and dedicated it to my mother."
Ji Lingao's slender brows were slightly wrinkled, and she said a little coquettishly: "This is not the Imperial Palace, you don't need to call me Empress, and don't call me Senior. If you can't do this, that box of Bai Lan No matter how precious the flower dew is, I will not accept it."
Feng Feiyun's heart secretly exclaimed, this woman's means are not ordinary, and any simple sentence can make a man feel unreasonable.
"Then what should I call..." Feng Feiyun hadn't finished speaking.
"Call me Ling Ai, that's fine." Ji Ling Ai Shi Shiran smiled.
Feng Feiyun gritted his teeth gently and said, "Miss, this is not right!"
"If you don't call, you are resisting the decree." Ji Lingao slowly walked towards Feng Feiyun. Her graceful figure was particularly attractive, but it was not a vulgar temptation, but a direct The temptation of the soul.
Feng Feiyun felt a fragrant wind rushing towards him, and there was a feeling that he was about to rush into his arms.
But this is just an illusion. Ji Lingyi stood a step in front of him, then stopped, stretched out a slender snow-white arm, and gently stroked Feng Feiyun's palm between her fingers .
This time, with a light touch, it seemed that there was an electric current, from the palm of the hand, straight to Feng Feiyun's heart, causing thousands of charming reverie to emerge in Feng Feiyun's mind.
Feng Feiyun secretly screamed bad, and quickly bit the tip of his tongue, forcibly cut off the charm in his mind, and his back was already dripping with cold sweat, "What a powerful woman, let me fall in the first round."
Ji Lingao's long eyelashes blinked gently, staring at the changes on Feng Feiyun's face, she let out a silver bell-like laughter, and went to the box of Bai Lan Hualu from Feng Feiyun's hand, and both hands. Holding it in the palm of his hand, he laughed and said, "I didn't expect the legendary son of a demon to be so shy. Young Master Feng, my concubine is sleepless tonight, can you let me hold you in your arms and watch the moon all night?"
Her voice was soft to the bones of a man.