The ancient temple Buddha bell, the moon is white and the wind is clear.
The back mountain of Nantian Temple is overgrown with weeds, the old branches and leaves cover the sky, and the ground full of fallen leaves reveals mottled moon shadows.
Through the jungle, came to a col.
A dilapidated pavilion, a lonely grave, and the word "媗" was engraved on the stone tablet.
Long Cangyue stood in front of the grave for a long time, the bright moonlight fell on her cheeks, reflecting the white skin, like jade wax, the blue silk swaying in the wind, like a blue waterfall in the fly.
"Master, how did my mother die?" Her eyes were a little wet, her pupils seemed to be soaked in water, and even her eyelashes were soaked, but she tried her best to keep her eyes wide open, not letting the eyes Tears flowed out.
A white-clothed Xiao Heshan, who looked only eight or nine years old, stood behind her, with a dull expression, holding a rosary in his hand, and said, "After hearing the news of your death, Concubine Ji Shen was devastated, and she took ten thousand years of ice. Life is cut off and you die.”
Long Cangyue's body was trembling, and her heart was bleeding, "Why didn't Feng Feiyun tell my mother that I didn't die? Why did he?"
Maitreya folded his hands together, took the broom from the pavilion, cleaned the fallen leaves on the ground, and said, "In that winter two years ago, the snow was covered with white flowers, and the weather was much colder than it is now, your mother. Died in the arms of the wind donor, she didn't seem to be too cold at the time and left with a smile."
"What about Feng Feiyun? He just watched my mother die?" Long Cangyue squeezed his palm tightly.
"Your mother's life is really hard, and death is actually a relief. Miss Long doesn't have to blame herself too much, and don't blame Feng donor. In fact, no one is wrong, but the world is wrong." Maitreya road.
The tears in Long Cangyue's eyes finally fell, and she knelt in front of the grave, kowtowed three times, and whispered something.
Maitreya was cleaning the fallen leaves, and suddenly, the fallen leaves on the ground turned bloody, as if they had turned into pieces of divine blades, filled with a strange and chilling air, and the atmosphere in the entire mountain became strange in vain.
Maitreya's eyes flickered, his hands clasped together, and he chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! Where is the evil spirit who dares to come to my Nantian Temple to make trouble?"
The shadows swayed outside the col, the air was chaotic, many evil spirits gathered, and gloomy laughter came from the darkness.
Long Cangyue, who was kneeling on the ground, also flew up suddenly, and a pitch-black spirit sword flew out from between his eyebrows. The sword body was covered with ancient lines, and he said coldly, "Three differences in the yang world, and three evils in the yin world. Why do people from the yin and yang worlds come to disturb my mother's tranquility?"
In the darkness, a ghost shadow floated out, dressed in white clothes, like a ghost suspended in mid-air, and said gloomily: "The ninth venerable in the underworld, Liba Mountain, came here on the order of the white-skinned ghost king. Take Yama's left eye."
"Yan Wang's left eye!" Long Cangyue's heart moved, Yan Wang's left eye had already been fused by her, and these people actually came to her.
The Buddha energy condensed on Maitreya's body, the Buddha's light surrounded his body, and his skin seemed to be coated with a layer of gold paint, and said: "The venerable of the underworld dares to come to the Shenjin Dynasty at will, isn't he afraid of the punishment of the mother of the underworld? "
In the darkness, there were many gloomy laughter: "The mother of the underworld has long been forced out of the underworld, and now the overlord of the underworld is the white-skinned ghost king. The Jin Dynasty is to make our underworld reign supreme in this land."
"The masters of this piece of land should be our three evils in the yin world and the three differences in the yang world. The Jin Dynasty and the five major dynasties will all be wiped out."
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"This is the capital of the gods, and any troubles can't be concealed from Emperor Jin." Long Cangyue said.
A huge alien walked out, with three heads, and said: "With our first sage in the Yang Realm blinded by the secret, it is impossible for those in the royal family to know what happened here."
"The left eye of the King of Hell is on her body. If she is peeled and skinned, and burned into ashes, you will definitely be able to find the left eye of the King of Hell."
The alien with three heads chased and killed it, and flames spit out from the three heads at the same time, and the hot flames melted the earth into magma.
Long Cangyue guarded the tomb behind him, squeezed the sword in his hand, chopped the spirit sword out, pulled out a river of swords more than 30 meters long, and chopped off the oddly shaped head.
"Hoohoo!"
There were two ghosts and evil spirits rushing up behind them. They were all wrapped in shrouds, dripping with blood, and the whole body was intertwined with electric lights, which was extremely hideous.
Long Cangyue's eyes were cold, and she said coldly, "Swallow the sky and eat the earth."
Her palm turned into a black hole, swallowed the two powerful ghosts, and instantly refined the essence of the two ghosts and transformed them into her own power.
"Evil spirit treasure hunter! My God! She practiced the evil spirit treasure hunt in "Lingbao Chapter"."
There was an exclamation in the darkness, and suddenly, the exclamation stopped abruptly, because it had been swallowed by Long Cangyue, turned into a mummified corpse, and lay on the ground.
Treasure hunters are the nemesis of the three evils in the yang world and the three evils in the yin world. Among them, the evil spirit treasure hunters are the most terrifying. Not only are the three evils in the yang world and the three evils in the yin world afraid, even human monks will be afraid.
Because the evil spirit treasure hunt can devour the power of all spiritual monks and turn it into one's own power. This is a cultivation method that is almost plundering. It is not tolerated by everyone in the world.
More than ten powerful shadows shot at Long Cangyue at the same time, wanting to surround and kill her. Among them, three of them were at the level of venerables. They were extremely powerful, like three sacred mountains standing in the sky.
Black mist escaped from Long Cangyue's body, and the cold air was piercing to the bone. He inserted the spirit sword in his hand toward the ground, and a world-annihilation pattern escaped with the spirit sword as the center, sending the dozen or so powerful shadows to the ground. Zhen flew out, and then was swallowed by her one by one, turning into a mummified corpse on the ground.
But the number of opponents was too terrifying. In the end, she was seriously injured. Her clothes were soaked with blood, and the power in her body became extremely chaotic. Because too much power was swallowed, she also suffered backlash. .
The great Maitreya's cultivation is so deep that he has blocked most of the attacks. He has a myriad of Buddhist teachings on his body. At the same time, he fought with more than a dozen venerables.
"To be an enemy of our yin and yang worlds is to court death."
Li Bashan, the eighth sage of the underworld, smiled coldly. The ghost fog on his body was so great that he punched a huge mountain of white bones and slammed into the vest of Maitreya. With a click, it almost shattered the backbone of Maitreya.
"Master!" Long Cangyue shouted, wanting to rescue, but was blocked by a corpse from the underworld.
Maitreya's face was pale, and his tender face was stained with crimson blood. Although he was only eight or nine years old, he gave people an indescribable holiness. He gritted his teeth and said, "Go away, I Help you find a way to survive."
Maitreya folded his hands together, and recited the "Undying Zen Sutra" in his mouth. The golden light on his body was even more scorching, as if it was burning. He opened his eyes, and two terrifying killing lights burst out from his pupils. At the same time, dozens of shadows were obliterated.
Long Cangyue beheaded the corpse evil venerable from the underworld, and then fled in the direction that Maitreya opened.
"Where to escape?"
Immediately, a group of dark shadows chased after her.
The big Maitreya burst into tears and shouted: "All living beings perish."
He wants to use a Buddhist forbidden technique, and at the cost of his own life, he wants to keep all the evil spirits like this, so that Long Cangyue can escape.
"All beings cannot die."
Li Bashan, the Eighth Venerable of the Underworld, gave a spear to Zheng Chu, like a black dragon breaking through the sky, making a sharp whistle, just right to pierce Maitreya's mouth, pass through the back of his head, and a skull flew out. After going out, Maitreya's half-forbidden technique came to an abrupt end, blood dripping from his mouth, his head was pierced, and his body flew back upside down, hitting the solitary gravestone.
"Bang!"
The tombstone was torn apart, and Maitreya's eyes were round, covered in blood, and he lay on the tomb. His mouth kept making a "gurgling" sound, as if he was coughing up blood, and his body was shaking violently.
Li Bashan walked over with a grin on his face, stepped on Maitreya's neck, held the spear, pulled the bloody spear out of his, and then stabbed it into his heart. .
The big Maitreya didn't move any more, his immature and young face was full of blood, and his eyes were fixed on Changtian.
Heaven and earth, silent.
"Go, go after the Ji family girl, and make sure to take back the left eye of the King of Hell."
All the evils from the Yin and Yang worlds retreated, and in the mountains, the wind was hunting, the smell of blood permeated, and blood flowed out of Maitreya's heart, and it didn't work for a long time.
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On the second day, on the mountain road.
Feng Feiyun walked in the forefront, looking at the Buddhist temples full of mountains and the mountains where the grass grows and the warbler flying, walking on the road that he once walked, and he couldn't tell the emotion in his heart.
He didn't go to visit the abbot of Nantian Temple, Maitreya, and planned to go to sweep Ji Ling's tomb first. He hadn't come for two years, and the ancient road was already overgrown with weeds.
"Feng Feiyun, where are you taking us? Didn't you mean to go to Ji's house for revenge?" Ji Xiaonu walked in front of Feng Feiyun, put his hands on his hips, and stopped him.
Feng Feiyun held paper money and incense candles in his hands, his face was full of worry, and he didn't even know what he was worried about, and said, "Go to worship an old friend."
"Nima! Immediately after arriving in the capital, he came to worship the dead. Who are you lying to? A secret meeting with a lover?"
"Yes, yes, yes, secret meeting lovers." Feng Feiyun said.
After learning from Sha Xingyun that the Yin and Yang realms were going to besiege the Ji family to capture the "Lingbao Pian" and "Yangshen Taiji Gua", Feng Feiyun rushed to the gods non-stop. It is too important, and once it falls into the hands of evil people in the yang and yin worlds, the consequences will be unimaginable.
And after coming to Shendu, Feng Feiyun inevitably thought of Ji Lingao and Nangong Hongyan. The goddess Taiwei was guarded by the royal family. Feng Feiyun didn't want to contact the royal family now, so he came to worship Ji Ling first. Hey, by the way, I asked Da Maitreya about the whereabouts of the Ji family.