Twenty days later, Chen Ping'an and his party passed by a mountain as steep as a woman's eyebrows. After entering the boundary, just a stick of incense along the mountain path, they encountered two groups of men and women, one group of more than ten people.
They were rich and aristocratic, most of them were from the government. Several of the retinues and guards were all wearing standard long knives. They were men, women, old and young. Another group of people were full of Jianghu aura. There were six people in total, four men about fifty years old, breathing
Calm and silent, he must be a top-notch martial artist in the Qingluan Kingdom. The leader is an old man with a hooked nose and sharp eyes. He is followed by a round-faced girl. Although her appearance is not outstanding, she is pregnant.
A pair of smart eyes, shining with hope.
Both groups of people were heading up the mountain. When Chen Pingan met the officials, he took the initiative to ask about the scenery and customs of the place. After the other party introduced him, Chen Pingan learned that there is a Jingui Temple on the top of Qingyao Mountain.
There are immortals practicing in the Taoist temple, but they often close the door to thank guests all year round. Last winter, the Taoist temple asked the woodcutter to tell them that they were going to accept nine disciples. As long as they are under the age of sixteen, they will not ask about their origins, but only look at opportunities. So in the near future, there are
There were no less than three hundred people, each with their own young girls or young boys and girls at home, pouring into Qingyao Mountain in an endless stream.
Chen Pingan was thinking about the Zhenwu swords and daggers that were still in the Governor's Mansion, so he was reluctant to join in the fun. Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia had traveled across mountains and rivers in the past two years, especially the water and land dojo of Qingluan Kingdom and Luo Tianda of Qingshan Kingdom.
After the wedding, the group was not very interested in opening a mountain to accept disciples. As for whether the Taoist priests at Jingui Temple were real gods or fake masters, the group was even less interested.
Within the ordinary country of Aquarius Continent, the existence of the Golden Pill Earth Immortal is already unattainable. After all, there are such hidden dragons and crouching tigers like the Great Li Dynasty, which are rare in the entire world.
With the iron cavalry of the Song Dynasty in Da Li not far north of Guanhu Academy, apart from the orthodox name given by the Academy, in fact Da Li encompassed half of the country. Da Li was regarded as the tenth largest dynasty in the world.
The calls are getting louder and louder.
When she met the second group of people, the round-faced girl's eyes never stopped looking surprised. A young man in white robe carrying a bamboo box on his back and a vermilion wine flask on his waist was riding on the back of an ox.
A little girl with black charcoal, bamboo knives and swords hanging at her waist, a stunning woman with a long sword on her back... There are also young Taoist priests and big-bearded swordsmen, what a weird traveling team. Could this be what grandpa once said?
Yamazawa Yexiu?
Fortunately, although the old man in black didn't look easy at first glance, he was still willing to tell some old rules as a veteran, and quickly stopped the young girl from looking at her unscrupulously. Not only that, he also nodded to Chen Pingan, probably on behalf of the younger generation.
Apologize.
Chen Pingan clasped his fists and smiled in return.
Traveling in the world, there are many chance encounters like this. It's just that two groups of people who should have been strangers were reunited by a sudden rainstorm.
The rare violent wind and rain made the mountain paths extremely muddy and difficult to navigate. The spring cold was already freezing to the bones, and the mountain wind roared by. The rain was extremely cold. Pei Qian was directly hit by the soybean-sized rain, which made his face burn.
He was in pain, his lips turned blue soon, and he was trembling all over. This was after Pei Qian started practicing martial arts. If he had been practicing martial arts before, it would have been enough to make Pei Qian sick even after being exposed to the wind and rain for a while.
Chen Pingan asked Zhu Lian to explore the road to see if there was any shelter from the rain nearby. The rickety old man was like an ape, moving around among the trees and cliffs. He came back soon and said that there was a large natural grotto not far ahead.
A group of people had already settled there and lit a fire to keep warm. Chen Pingan carried Pei Qian on his back, held up the tung leaf umbrella that he had taken out from the Lotus Flower Blessed Area, and took out a raincoat, trying to keep Pei Qian as warm as possible.
Less subject to the impact of mountain winds and rains.
Zhang Shanfeng could hardly keep his eyes open. He walked beside Chen Pingan and reminded loudly: "There is something wrong with this heavy rain."
Chen Pingan nodded and took out a piece of yellow paper talisman made of relatively ordinary material. It was the Yang Qi Lantern Talisman with the lowest rank in the "Authentic Book of Alchemy". When encountering mountains and rivers, dilapidated temples or mass graves, Chen Pingan would treat it as
This talisman opens a path to check the intensity of the evil spirit in the water and soil. Chen Pingan twists the talisman with two fingers and shakes it gently. After the true energy is poured into it, it ignites instantly. Fortunately, the lamp burning talisman on his fingertips does not burn quickly. Compared with
The time when he broke into Caiyi Guocheng God's Temple alone, it was much inferior. Chen Ping'an was cautious and did not extinguish the lamp talisman. He held the talisman to clear the way to avoid traps ahead.
In the battle at Shan'ao, not only did he form a relationship with a golden elixir earthly immortal, he might also attract the covetous attention of that group of casual cultivators, so he should not be careful.
Not only that, Chen Pingan also asked the yellow native cow if he knew that the big demon in this area is the king of the mountain. Although the yellow cow has not transformed into a human form, it can speak human words and shake its head, "In the five hundred years since I became enlightened, not to mention the recent past,
After sleeping underground for two hundred years, I had never heard of the mountain spirits causing trouble in Qingluan Kingdom. However, three hundred years ago, in a Buddhist temple three hundred miles away, I saw a scene of a monk preaching the Dharma, and osmanthus seeds falling like rain.
The scene is very magical. It was rumored at that time that the golden osmanthus trees that covered the temple came from the osmanthus trees in this Qingyao Mountain."
Xu Yuanxia stretched out her hand to support her bamboo hat and laughed loudly: "Zhang Shanfeng and I have been to that Buddhist temple a long time ago. It is so famous that we had to go. But apart from the inscriptions on the wall, we couldn't see anything else about the doorway and several famous Buddhist koans.
The ruins have long been closed off, and pilgrims are not allowed to set foot there. The two of us wandered around for a long time, but we saw a scene, which I wrote in my travel notes. In the dusk, there were two young monks who were responsible for carrying the merit boxes. They probably felt that there were few pilgrims.
, there were no outsiders, the two young novices stood on tiptoes, bent down and reached out to grab money randomly. After digging for a long time, the young novice who took out a piece of silver burst out laughing. The two of them carried the merit box on their shoulders and took out the silver.
The young novice monk walked in front. Zhang Shanfeng and I looked at it and were very amused. It turned out that the merit box had to be moved to the back. There was a long flight of stairs to go. Naturally, those in front took advantage, while those in the back shouldered the burden.
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Chen Ping'an didn't know much about Buddhism. Buddhism was not popular in Aoping Continent, and it could even be said to be the least popular among the nine continents. So Chen Ping'an was in Ouhua Blessed Land and often went to the heart of the building adjacent to Zhuangyuan Lane.
Xiangsi, who had just come into contact with some Buddhist teachings, wondered: "Isn't it said that monks don't touch money with their hands?"
Zhang Shanfeng smiled and said, "There are no rules in the world that are unbreakable."
Xu Yuanxia joked: "It's not a waste of time to visit those temples. This is a very Zen idea."
Scalpers rarely speak out, and will only speak when others ask questions.
It became silent at this moment, but it clearly remembered that the ancient Buddhist temple was built at the foot of a mountain. At that time, it was already in the sea view area, and it was among the trees on the top of the mountain. It looked towards the temple because it did not dare to get too close.
The incense in the world is not only afraid of disturbing the world, but also afraid of arousing the disgust of immortals. It can only see a young monk in a snow-white cassock in the distance. Under the eaves of a hanging iron horse, he stretched out his hand, and golden osmanthus fell like raindrops.
The palm of his hand.
While Chen Ping'an, Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia were joking, they walked quickly and put the remaining half of the lamp-raising charm into their sleeves. They had arrived at the cave that Zhu Lian had found. It was quite big, like an ancestral hall in a rural village, and it was large enough.
It can accommodate thirty or forty people.
Along the way, the Yang Qi Lantern Talisman burned slowly, and the further away from the mountaineering road, the slower the burning speed. This veritable rain was probably caused by Qi practitioners targeting Jin Guiguan's grand event of recruiting disciples.
The first people who arrived at the grotto were all women, seven or eight of them. The elder was a white-haired old woman, and the youngest was no more than a cardamom girl. Because of a heavy rain, the power fence originally used to cover up the appearance became cumbersome, and the bamboo hat and umbrella
The coir raincoats were put together at their feet. They were warming themselves by the fire at the moment. When they saw Chen Pingan and his group, their eyes were cold. Several of them moved their positions closer to the bonfire, obviously not wanting to have too much interaction with Chen Pingan and the others.
Chen Ping'an couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Zhu Lian, who smiled "honestly".
These women who came from the same school must have entered the grotto when it rained and collected dead branches early. Now the wind outside the grotto was strong enough to lift the house, and the rain was pouring. Chen Pingan and his group could only stare. Zhang Shanfeng used it as a way to practice their Qi.
Although the realm of a scholar is not high, it is not difficult to make fire with some basic techniques. However, it is a taboo in practice to use magical powers at will when going out.
Chen Ping'an helped Pei Qian set up the cowhide tent, then took out her clean clothes from the bamboo box and asked Sui Qian to change into them for Pei Qian.
When Pei Qian walked out of the tent alive and kicking, the gang of Jianghu people he met earlier also returned the same way, and came to the grotto to take shelter from the rain in a panic.
The rain was so heavy that the heroes of all walks of life were bowing their heads.
When Chen Ping'an saw the old man with a hooked nose, he was the first to nod in greeting, and the latter also nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.
Since Chen Ping'an was so polite, Zhu Lian and the other four changed their positions and silently made a clear space.
The round-faced girl, who looked like a drowned rat, had already been surrounded by the retinue, blocking the view of outsiders. After all, the rain had soaked through her clothes, and the curves of the girl's figure were exposed.
After the gang members sat down, the round-faced girl began to look at the women again, her eyes lit up, and she asked: "Are you the aunts from Rouge House in Yunxiao Kingdom?"
Previously, the girl just looked at Chen Pingan for a few times, and the old man in black tried to dissuade him. But this time, the girl's words were so disrespectful and almost provocative. The old man still closed his eyes and calmed down, ignoring it.
Over there, a young woman with sharp brows and eyes turned her head and said angrily: "How presumptuous!"
The round-faced girl was not afraid at all, and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, why is this girl so presumptuous?"
These women were none other than Yanzhi Zhai from the top wealthy family in the Yunxiao Kingdom. The youngest among them was the cardamom girl, with a chin as sharp as an oval and a beautiful appearance. She widened her eyes and curiously looked at this shameless peer. How dare she
There are only a handful of people in the Yunxiao Kingdom who can provoke Yan Zhizhai like this, so should they be some sect from the Qingluan Kingdom or the Qingshan Kingdom?
The girl with a pointed chin subconsciously stretched out her thumb and rubbed the inscription on a delicate short knife at her waist. The scabbard was made of yellowed bamboo with a round and pleasant color, and the word "Qi'er" was engraved on the bamboo.
Her fellow senior sister, the young woman had a pair of mandarin duck knives on her waist. At this moment, she held the handle of the knife, her face as cold as ice, and said in a deep voice: "Then let's join hands and try the depth?"
Fighting is a relatively elegant way of sparring among people in the martial arts world. It is more civilized and less prone to bloodshed, because as long as the loser sees blood, he will still be victorious, and it is not a matter of glory on his face.
The round-faced girl made a face at the woman, "You are older and have learned martial arts for decades. What kind of heroine is she who bullies the juniors?"
The young woman was very angry. She was not yet thirty, so what did it mean to learn martial arts for decades more?
The white-haired old woman looked graceful and said softly to the woman beside her: "What are you doing with a junior? If you don't know how to cultivate your qi, your martial arts achievements will not be high."
The young woman obviously respected the old woman very much, and immediately lowered her head and said: "Remember."
Not far away, a round-faced girl smiled coquettishly, "I'm still such an old grandma and she knows etiquette."
In fact, it’s still a “nice word” that doesn’t sit well with people.
Chen Ping was not involved, but he felt that this round-faced girl was really capable of stabbing others in the heart.
The old woman didn't care about the offense. She shifted her gaze and looked at the old man with a hooked nose, "But the old gang leader of Daze Gang Zhu?"
The old man in black opened his eyes and said with a smile: "I haven't left the house for nearly thirty years, and someone still knows my name?"
The old woman smiled slightly, "Even in another thirty years, the world will still remember the reputation of old gang leader Zhu."
After the old woman revealed her identity, the expressions of all the women in Yanzhizhai changed slightly.
Zhu Fengxian, the old devil of the Daze Gang, had a great reputation. Thirty years ago, he liked to ride in a bright red carriage and travel far and wide. He traveled through the martial arts forests of several countries and was stained with blood. Not a single righteous person died at the hands of this man. Hundreds are also eighty. Zhu Fengxian has eight more disciples under his command. They are known as the Eight Halls of Yama and are very powerful in Qingluan Kingdom. But thirty years ago, the Daze Gang suffered a heavy blow. Zhu Fengxian began to retreat. Half of the eight disciples died. Originally Most of the five to six thousand gang members, birds and beasts, have dispersed. In the past thirty years, the leader in the world who once commanded the heroes in Qingluan has fallen silent.
To be continued...