really.
This old monk has always been greedy for petty things. Four years ago, the Demon Sect was kicked out of the gymnasium. For the rest of his life, he did not forget to ask for the second half of the "Diamond Sutra" written by himself.
I can't let go of a piece of paper, let alone this hairpin.
Fortunately, Tantai Meng's sister Sanguan was not misled, and she still wanted to take it back to the owner.
Xie Zhiwei asked calmly: "May I ask, why did you, a girl, become a Zen disciple?"
"A few years ago, when the Xuanyun Sword Sect still existed, the master went to an appointment and passed by a river. He found that I had been unconscious for several days by the river, so he asked several brothers and sisters to send me back to Zen for treatment. But I don't know what happened in the past. I can’t remember, so Master took me in.”
Xie Zhiwei understood.
No wonder Tantai Meng seemed to be a different person, it turned out to be amnesia.
However, her background was simple, she was the daughter of a sect master who was exterminated by the Demon Sect, and she entered the Dao Sect to avenge her studies. It's just a coincidence that she was already arrogant and arrogant, so she worshiped the even more arrogant Xia Zhiqi, so she cultivated her arrogance to the extreme.
But Dusheng is different, the old monk has always been eloquent, with a smiling face like a Buddha, the heroine is definitely not proud of being influenced by him like this.
Xie Zhiwei nodded and said: "Master Dusheng is really merciful."
"Exactly." Tantai Meng replied with a smile, suddenly became puzzled, and said to himself: "It's strange, why did the female pilgrim appear in the back mountain?"
This casual sentence was like a hammer, which woke Xie Zhiwei up immediately.
He suddenly remembered that when Qiu Chongyun swaggered through the city in Feihua Town that day, he was wearing this hairpin on his head.
At this moment, there was a loud thunder, obviously coming from the front of the mountain.
Tantai Meng looked back in astonishment, and saw huge air waves churning on the top of the mountain, attracting the clouds in the entire sky, forming a whirlpool and stirring continuously.
It seemed to be conveying some signal, and it seemed that something was about to burst out of the vortex.
Tantai Meng looked up at this unfamiliar landscape: "Why is there thunder on a sunny day?"
While speaking, the wind blew up in the mountains, and the vegetation was quickly shaken to the west, flying sand and rocks.
Xie Zhiwei said firmly, "It's not thunder."
He was so familiar with this situation that he couldn't be more familiar with it.
Four years ago, before he "died" from poison, the top of Yiyi Cliff that he saw in Feihua Town was exactly this spectacle.
After he got out of the coffin, he was so nervous about the male lead that he even forgot to count other plots. After arranging the timeline, it was indeed the period when Chi Yan led the crowd to the Golden Light Zen Sect to grab the Golden Lotus.
It's no wonder that Qiu Chongyun's things were picked up here.
Tantai Meng was about to ask again, but her expression changed. She saw thick smoke billowing from the very center of the mountain top, rising into the sky with the rising air waves, like a chaotic curtain covering it, it was very terrifying.
"The Daxiong Palace is on fire." She loosened her hand, the hairpin fell to the ground, and rushed towards the mountain gate.
Xie Zhi rubbed his forehead slightly, leaned over to pick it up, and followed closely behind.
If it was in the past, Xie Zhiwei would definitely not want to care about Jinguang Zen's affairs-the plot of the original book has been changed beyond recognition, and if it can be kept, it will be kept, even though... the price is a bit high.
But now the heroine is also involved, he can't just sit idly by, but he doesn't know if it's too late to save her.
Tantai Meng also ignored the ban on outsiders from trespassing on the back mountain, and let Xie Zhiwei run with her. She also guessed that the various changes that happened today are absolutely impossible to be trivial.
It can't be a good thing either.
The more you go to the mountain, the thicker the smoke and dust that come from your nostrils.
The wailing of the monks came and went, but none of them could carry water or put things out of the fire. A red barrier separated them from the thousand-year-old hall.
Everyone was helpless, anxious and angry, but had to watch the fire grow stronger and stronger.
"Sin -"
The mouths of the two white-bearded old monks standing in front of the people were already stained with blood. They were obviously injured, but they still wanted to break into the barrier.
Crazy laughter fell from the sky, and at the same time, there was a shining figure on the ground.
"Why waste all your efforts, help life and change life, you two bald donkeys quickly hand over the golden lotus, maybe you can spare your life."
Huasheng took a step forward: "Red Flame!"
Ji Sheng scolded angrily: "The devil! Kill him if you want, why destroy my hall and burn my Buddha statue!"
A ray of light flowed through the mask on Chi Yan's face, and he said coldly, "Should I hand it over?"
Ji Sheng rebuffed flatly: "What do you want to do with the golden lotus, you devil? A few years ago, Daoist Master Xie of the Yujing Dao Sect had already destroyed the black lotus and the white lotus, so what are you thinking about!"
"This is not something you should worry about." Chi Yan waved his hand, "Chongyun, come here."
"Yes, Holy Monarch."
Qiu Chongyun, dressed in red, stepped out of the colorful group of Demon Sect members, approaching Jisheng and Huasheng with a coquettish smile. "It seems that the two masters are already injured, but don't worry, the servants will not be lazy."
While she was talking, she gestured with orchid fingers, and a red silk like a poisonous snake roared towards Dusheng and Huasheng.
"The witch is presumptuous!"
A Zen staff came out of the air, just in front of Du Sheng and Hua Sheng, and then it seemed to be swung several times by an invisible hand, and the red silk was bounced away.
Hong Ling wrapped around Qiu Chongyun's waist, she raised her eyes and called out in a charming voice, "Hey, Master Dusheng is here. It's a great honor for the three gods and monks to gather here."
When Du Sheng was practicing, he forced his way out of the gate, and he was really angry, and it was rare to get angry: "You, the Demon Sect, are deceiving people too much!"
Qiu Chongyun said with a smile: "If you don't like it, you can come and bully my family."
While speaking, the Zen staff touched the red silk, the murderous aura overflowed, and several rounds took place in the blink of an eye.
A group of demon cultivators below had already fought with the monks, and the scene was inextricable.
Although Zen has a golden lotus, one of the five treasures, it is the only one among the five treasures that has no force value.
Therefore, Zen can only be hanged and beaten in front of Mozong.
Through the barrier created by the red lotus, the golden Buddha statue surrounded by flames in the main hall could be vaguely seen. Ji Sheng was heartbroken and wanted to rush in again.
"I want to see your Buddha, okay, I will help you."
Chi Yan's words fell, Honglian's light moved, and a crack was withdrawn from the barrier.
Ji Sheng's eyes lit up when he was in front of the barrier, and he rushed in immediately.
Huasheng followed him and quickly disappeared into the barrier.
Du Sheng tore off a piece of red silk, raised his eyes, and blurted out: "Brother, come back!"
As soon as he pushed back the heavy autumn clouds with his Zen stick, he wanted to follow in, but he didn't know that as soon as he got to the barrier, the red lotus was retracted, and the gap disappeared immediately.
Du Sheng bumped into it hard, turned around and glared at Chi Yan: "Devil, you..."
The barrier didn't move at all, and it couldn't be broken even if it was punched. Looking inside through it, there was no one but the fire, and his heart was extremely cold.
Chi Yan laughed and said, "You bald donkey must feel good watching the two bald donkeys burn to death inside."
The fire of the red lotus can be stopped by extraordinary manpower. The only thing left to do was to wait for the fire to extinguish itself.
This hall is abandoned, including everything in it.
"I, I'll fight with you!" Du Sheng waved his Zen stick and went straight to Chi Yan, but Chi Yan had so many people that he didn't have to move at all, Qiu Chongyun had already stopped Du Sheng for him.
This situation is much happier than the disappointed return from the Demon Sect in Dengtian City four years ago.
But Chi Yan was still a little disappointed.
Surrounded by raging fire, there were no cries of pain from the Daxiong Hall being burned by the fire of the red lotus, and there was not even any sound that could represent pain.
Some people knocked on the wooden fish one after another inside, and some people recited Buddhist scriptures.
Although it is very humble, it is clearly heard by everyone in a Zen compound full of violence. It was as if this was the usual way for the two eminent monks to meditate and chant sutras every morning bell or evening drum.
This was not what Chi Yan wanted to hear, so he was a little furious.
The petals of the red lotus opened, trembling slightly as if swallowing, and the fire became more fierce, and the tongue of flames shooting straight into the sky could be seen across the barrier.
The hall suddenly collapsed. After a moment of loud noise, it returned to calm.
Immediately afterwards, the monks wailed everywhere, but they couldn't kneel down and kowtow to salute. The Mozong people killed them and refused to give them this chance.
Du Sheng was dumbfounded. After he realized it, he hissed and shouted: "Senior brother!"
It was also at this time that Qiu Chongyun saw the right moment, and hit him on the back with a palm from the air.
Du Sheng's face was pale, and he stared blankly at the smoke and dust rising from the sky around the ruins, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Qiu Chongyun folded her arms, raised her head and said: "Master is not serious, it seems that the servant is not working hard enough." Although she was smiling, there was a trace of killing intent in the corner of her eyes, and the palm hidden under her sleeve was accumulating strength, intending to make up for it again. Let the opponent die with one palm.
At this moment, a tiny red light hit her like a shooting star, and it was about to scratch her face.
Qiu Chongyun's eyes froze, and he dodged.
The red light didn't hurt her, it stabbed straight at Chi Yan behind her.
But just three steps away from Chi Yan, the red light suddenly dimmed, bouncing away as if hitting an invisible wall. Before it landed, it returned to the midair and spun twice before being held in a person's hand.
Chi Yan narrowed his eyes and looked towards the place where the red light disappeared: "Who is it?"
Tantai Mengzao exclaimed in alarm and rushed to Dusheng's side, there really was no one else in this blackened corner.
Xie Zhiwei straightened his clothes that were not too messy, tightened the cloth of his mask, and stepped forward: "A casual cultivator is not worth mentioning."
He suppressed his voice so thickly that the original timbre could hardly be heard.
Qiu Chongyun twisted his waist and walked towards him, with a smile that was not a smile: "A casual cultivator can swing a magic weapon twice, which is quite powerful."
After many years, seeing this girl again, Xie Zhiwei finally resisted the urge to avoid her.
—The male lead is not around, so I'm afraid of a bird.
He raised the thing in his hand and said sincerely: "I just picked it up, it's surprisingly easy."
The red stone on the wooden hairpin flashed.
Qiu Chongyun was taken aback, touched the empty bun, and smiled clearly: "I hate it, you can't pick things up randomly."
Chi Yan said impatiently: "Chongyun, what are you talking about, kill me." As soon as he said this, he suddenly frowned.
His spiritual power was suddenly cut off.
Honglian dissipated like a puff of smoke, and instantly retreated into Chi Yan's consciousness. The barrier built on the ruins of the Great Hall of Great Heroes also disappeared. Although the fire was still there, it became weaker and weaker because there were fewer and fewer things to burn.
Xie Zhiwei's covered mouth slightly bent.
Let you know the phrase "Your uncle will always be your uncle".