Zhang Lingluo glanced at Fu Xie, as if to say that he was really ignorant, and said: "The Wenting Temple Fair has always been an urgent matter. These martial arts practitioners who come for help are already on the verge of breaking through in their cultivation. How can we wait?
If you keep waiting, if the tribulation fails,
It's okay if you die by force, but if you become a demon by your sexual nature, you will immediately become a scourge and kill everyone in this Zhuang Sheng Temple."
Xie Fu never thought of this and asked: "What should we do?"
Zhang Lingluo smiled lightly and said: "If it's me, if I can't help them overcome the disaster, I would rather kill them all than let them go. I'll kill them all first."
Xie Fu was secretly surprised, but said lightly: "It's a bit cruel."
Zhang Lingluo said thoughtfully: "I don't think this is the first time this happened today."
Fu Xie immediately heard the implication of Zhang Lingluo's words. He was afraid that someone had done it before, so he asked tentatively: "But I have never heard of it. People in Wenting should not do this. If they really do it, wouldn't it be humiliating?"
Wen Ting’s reputation.”
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "Of course the people in Wen Ting will not do this. Of course there will be people doing these dirty and tiring jobs secretly. I think if someone really becomes a demon in this Zhuangsheng Temple, he will never be allowed to leave alive."
As Miss Zhang Clan, Zhang Lingluo should have come into contact with some more core secrets from her words, and it sounds like there is something hidden in the Wenting Temple Fair. Xie Fu said: "You just said that there are too many martial arts masters coming today, and Wen Dao
There are too few masters. If some martial arts masters fail to survive the tribulation in Zhuang Sheng Temple, what will happen if they become demons?"
Zhang Lingluo took a deep look at Xie Fu and said, "It is better to take precautions before they happen than to fix the situation before it is too late."
When Xie Fu heard this, he thought to himself, it seems that this Wenting Temple Fair is an opportunity and a trap for those martial arts practitioners who have no family or sect.
Xie Fu suddenly understood why the man named Ma Yuan who had just stepped into the fourth rank was so humble when facing Zhang Lingluo, begging for her to be taken in.
Zhang Lingluo said calmly: "There is nothing terrible about those fourth- and fifth-grade people who fail to transcend the tribulation and become demons. Killing them is the only thing Wen Ting fears most is those first- and second-grade people who fail to transcend the tribulation. As long as these masters become demons,
That would be a catastrophe for the entire martial arts."
Xie Fu blurted out: "Throw away the car and save the handsome man!"
Zhang Lingluo said calmly: "Four of the martial arts masters who came this time are at the fourth level. If they succeed in overcoming the tribulation, they will enter the third level. I think Suzhou Wenting will mainly focus on these four people, but it happens that Master Xie Ting's body
I'm sick and can't recite the blessing mantra, I'm afraid it will be troublesome."
Xie Fu said: "By the way, I heard that people in the literary world can cure diseases by reciting mantras, but can't they cure themselves?"
Zhang Lingluo said: "Since you can heal others, you can naturally heal yourself, but in my opinion, Lord Xie Ting is not really ill. Lord Xie Ting has consumed a lot of energy and can no longer spend a lot of energy to recite mantras for those martial arts masters."
Xie Fu said: "Before the Wenting Temple Fair begins, you should recharge your batteries and make preparations. Since Lord Xie is the leader of Wenting in Suzhou, he shouldn't understand this."
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "Do you know what nickname Lord Xie Ting has in the eyes of ordinary people?"
Xie Fu followed Zhang Lingluo's wishes and asked, "What's your nickname?"
"Living Immortal!"
Xie Fu suddenly realized, "You mean that Lord Xie Ting has been using mantra to cure ordinary people's illnesses."
Zhang Lingluo said calmly: "It seems to have been since the last Wenting temple fair."
Xie Fu said: "Master Xie Ting's selflessness is admirable. I think this is Wen Ting's responsibility and mission!"
Zhang Lingluo said, "My humble opinion! I don't know how many people will die if one person becomes a demon, and whose head will those lives be counted on?"
Xie Fu said: "If there were no martial arts in the world, no one would become a demon."
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "Since you think there is no martial arts in the world, then why do you join martial arts? There are some things that cannot be stopped. Since they exist, they exist for a reason."
Xie Fu responded: "I am also forced to have no choice."
Zhang Lingluo looked surprised when she heard this. Xie Fu smiled and added: "I also want to be able to protect the people I want to protect."
Zhang Lingluo said calmly: "Who is not forced?"
Xie Fu turned around and said: "According to what you just said, I am a little worried for Master Xie Ting."
Although they have never met, I just heard that Lord Xie Ting has been using mantra to treat ordinary people's illnesses. Xie Fu has a very good impression of him.
Listening to Zhang Lingluo's tone just now, it seems that Master Xie Ting's move has had a great impact on him, and his practice is like sailing against the current, or retreating if he does not advance.
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "You don't have to worry too much, Lingshan General Court will send three purple-clothed masters who are at the level of Banxuan to help."
Xie Fu said: "That's great."
Zhang Lingluo said calmly: "I think it's time to arrive, let's go there."
The two of them walked back and chatted.
"Literary masters are very capable. Reciting blessings and mantras to exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases is just one of them. Treatment for ordinary people is to treat physical illnesses. To heal people in martial arts, they are to cure mental illnesses.
."
Xie Fu answered: "What about other than that?"
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "Martial arts masters can also confuse people's hearts."
"Confusing people?"
Zhang Lingluo said: "Have you ever heard of calling a deer a horse? It's obviously a deer, but everyone says it's a horse."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Aren't you afraid of Zhao Gao's majesty and dare not speak out?"
Zhang Lingluo said calmly: "History is naturally recorded in this way, otherwise how can we explain it to ordinary people."
Xie Fu said in surprise: "You mean Zhao Gao is also a master of arts and crafts."
Zhang Lingluo said calmly: "Telling a deer to look like a horse is just the most common illusion to confuse people's minds. A powerful literary master can even create dreams."
Xie Fu asked: "What kind of dream are you creating?"
Zhang Lingluo said lightly: "I don't know either. It's probably like King Xiang of Chu dreaming of meeting the Wushan goddess, Cao Cao dreaming of three horses in the same trough, and Emperor Sui dreaming of floods flooding the city."
Xie Fu secretly wondered if there was a conspiracy behind these historical stories. Although it was just a dream, the impact of these dreams was huge, including killing wars and turning the situation around.
If it is really a dream intentionally created by a master of arts and crafts, then the master of arts and crafts is really terrible. Creating a dream can cause chaos in the world.
"Ms. Zhang, does a literary master really have such magical powers?"
Zhang Lingluo murmured: "It is said that extremely powerful literary masters can also create illusions. When they deceive your spirit, they can also deceive your body. This is why some people once said that they have been to hell, and some people once said that they have been to heaven.
I think this is just an illusion created by literary masters."
Xie Fu asked: "What does it mean to deceive your spirit and also deceive your body?"
Zhang Lingluo said: "In the illusion, you can feel the real joy, anger, sorrow and joy. If you die in the illusion, you will really die."
Xie Fu said in surprise: "Isn't that just like reality?"
Zhang Lingluo said calmly: "No one can tell the truth clearly from the false. Just like where you are now, what is outside this vast time and space, maybe it is just an illusion created by people outside."
As Zhang Lingluo spoke, she suddenly squatted down, picked up a dead leaf and covered it with a crawling ant, and then used a branch to stir the soil around the ant.
He said: "A leaf blinding one's eyes is like an ant that doesn't know what's going on and thinks the sky is falling apart."
Xie Fu responded: "It's far away."
Zhang Lingluo said with a smile: "You have to find out why. Either you are a fool or you are a saint."
While they were talking, the two of them had already walked to a wide hall in the back hall.
There were more than ten people gathered in the hall, and more than half of them were wearing Wen Ting Taoist ceremonial clothes. There were eight people in total. Two were wearing purple clothes, two were wearing green clothes, and four were wearing Tsing Yi. Their corresponding Wen Tao cultivation levels were also half-mysterious.
, Great Confucianism, True Confucianism.
There are two people sitting in the middle of the opposite door, both wearing the same purple ceremonial clothes. One of them is an elegant middle-aged man, Xie Jing, the lord of Wenting in Suzhou. As the lord of Wenting in Suzhou, Xie Jing's face is yellow at this moment, his spirit is gloomy, and his expression is dull.
Far inferior to the rest of the crowd, he seemed to be mentally exhausted.
The other person, who is older and closer to sixty, is the purple-clothed Xuanshi Shen Yue who came from Lingshan Wenting.
The remaining few people are Zhu Clan, the core figure of Zhang Clan, Zhu Jiuchun and his junior sisters are also among them.
Everyone looked serious, because this time Lingshan Wenting only sent one purple-robed Xuanshi.
In other words, only one purple-clothed profound master cannot help four fourth-level warriors overcome the calamity at the same time.
The four powerful nobles in Wuzhong have already secretly discussed that as long as these four people successfully overcome the tribulation and reach the third level, they will each recruit one of them.
Raising an army and mobilizing a large number of people, with so much effort, it is natural to take advantage. There is a huge difference between a third-grade warrior and a fourth-grade warrior.
Originally, Master Xie Ting was mentally exhausted and unable to recite the mantra, which had already given the four powerful clans a headache. Now that only one purple-robed master came to Lingshan, it gave them even more headaches.
What should they do? With their current ability, they can only recite the blessing mantra for one of the fourth-level people. What should they do with the remaining three fourth-level people?
Give it a try? Maybe you can successfully overcome the disaster on your own.
They don't dare to fight, and it's okay if they die by force. Once they turn into demons, they will not only become violent and murderous, but also their cultivation will greatly increase.
It's okay if one person becomes a demon, maybe they are confident to capture and kill them, but if three people become demons at the same time, the consequences will be really disastrous.
It would be difficult to kill the three demons without leaking the news. It would cause uproar in the city and the Wenting Temple Fair would become a joke.
It concerns the entire Wen Dao and Wen Ting. Suzhou Wen Ting cannot bear such a big responsibility, and neither can the four powerful families in Wuzhong.
In fact, everyone already has an idea in mind, no matter how unwilling they are.
One of the Confucian masters in blue asked: "Master Shen Xuan, why are you the only one here?"
Shen Yue said calmly: "There's something going on at Lingshan, so I'm the only one here."
Xie Jing lowered his eyes gently. Just now, Shen Yue secretly revealed a shocking news to him. A few months ago, the literary saint passed away at the age of 112.
The Lingshan Wenting has been suppressing this news, and once it comes out, the world will be in chaos, and the order of martial arts will be disrupted.
The Lord of Lingshan Wenting has no successor!
However, Wen Sheng’s order of heaven and fortune involves the destiny of China’s land, so only a few months ago floods and plagues broke out in Dadong Kingdom.
The Confucian master in green asked again: "What could happen that could delay something as important as the temple fair?"
Xie Jing said: "Kerry, don't ask anymore."
Some things cannot be told. Even if you ask a thousand times, you still can't tell. But how long can the secret of the death of the literary saint be kept secret?
In this serious atmosphere, footsteps came from the door, and Zhang Lingluo walked in with Xie Fu.
