In front of the main hall of Qingrong Temple is the thirty-six-person Shenxiao Sword Formation. The human swords are integrated into one, and the thirty-six swords point at everyone, shining brightly.
In the middle were Ye Shaoqing, Ye Yingxiu, and Tang Yan, as well as the corpses of Taoist priests lying on the ground.
A drop of warm blood dripped from the tip of the green steel sword in Ye Shaoqing's hand.
Tang Yan was adjusting her breathing, bearing the Qi pressure of the sword formation.
Ye Yingxiu stretched out her white fingers and gently wiped away the scarlet blood drops on her left cheek. She intentionally or unintentionally stood where the corpses were most densely packed.
Tang Hui clapped his hands and cheered for the three of them: "Yes, although a few pills can't make up for the gap in spiritual power, my recent practice of swordsmanship has not been in vain, and I have still gained some strength."
The reason why the three of them were able to defeat the strong with the weak and break through the Yuxiao Sword Formation composed of eighteen Taoist priests in the late stage of Qi training, the greatest contribution is that Tang Hui chose a different path of swordsmanship for the three of them.
Tang Yan practiced calligraphy and swordsmanship, and learned her own swordsmanship from the iron paintings and silver hooks of famous calligraphers.
Ye Yingxiu wields a static sword, which is as motionless as a mountain and as mobile as a cunning rabbit.
Ye Shaoqing wields a sword with heavy characters, which is as powerful as a thunderbolt.
Tang Hui took out the brass incense burner from his arms without haste, opened the lid of the brass incense burner, closed his eyes slightly, and said: "Photograph."
Eighteen corpses of Taoist priests in the late stage of Qi Refining with severed limbs and arms, strangely flew into the brass incense burner on their own. The brass incense burner was only the size of a hand, and it did not seem crowded at all to accommodate eighteen corpses in a row.
Wu Shizhen was dumbfounded. He used the Shenxiao Sword Formation to deal with the three people who broke the Yuxiao. He still had a 10% chance of winning, but the strange and familiar sight in front of him made Wu Shizhen inexplicably frightened. He took the body of the cultivator
Come to make elixirs?
Isn't this something that Master often does besides dual cultivation?!
Could it be that the person in front of me is also a disciple of the Huangquan Ghost Sect? Isn't this a flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple, and his own family beat his own family?
For a moment, Wu Shijie was a little hesitant.
There is only a lonely bell tower behind the main hall at the front gate. There is no drum tower to set it off, which seems to violate the harmony of yin and yang of the Taoist gate. The bell tower is tall, but there is no giant bell hanging, and the top pavilion is only piled with some sundries.
At this time, a Taoist priest who was about sixty years old was standing at the window. He was wearing a purple Taoist robe. His clear hair stood as tall as a green pine. There was a faint layer of green air flowing around his face. There was a Taoist god floating out of the dust. He had a childlike face with white hair and a bright light.
People forget their vulgarity. He was looking at the dangerous confrontation in the square in front of the palace and said slowly: "Brother Taoist, is this person also a disciple of my Huangquan Ghost Sect?"
Next to Taoist Qinghuai is naturally Zen Master Yideng. Zen Master Yideng moved the one hundred and eight Buddhist beads in his hand, paused for a moment, looked at them carefully, shook his head and said: "After the destruction of the Huangquan Ghost Sect, more than ten branches have been divided.
, each lurking in hiding, acting so blatantly, definitely not a disciple of my Huangquan Ghost Sect."
Taoist Qinghuai nodded slightly and said, "I don't think he looks like him at all. I'd better go and meet him in person."
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In just a moment, the corpses of eighteen cultivators in the late stage of Qi refining were catalyzed by Tang Hui with glass pure fire and turned into eighteen blood beads. Wu Shijie was dumbfounded. Master Qing Huai Taoist would take at least a few days to refine the elixir, and more.
It would take several months to practice the "Blood Yuan Pill", but the person in front of me only used the blink of an eye to practice the "Blood Yuan Pill" and make a judgment.
Could it be that the person in front of me is a certain veteran of the Underworld Ghost Sect?
Tang Hui flicked his fingers and gave each of Ye Shaoqing, Ye Yingxiu, and Tang Yan a "Blood Yuan Pill" to replenish the spiritual energy lost in the previous battle, and used all the remaining fifteen "Blood Yuan Pills" together.
Swallowing it down, smacking his mouth, he felt a trace of spiritual energy coming out of his Dantian. He still had some unfinished thoughts and fixed his gaze on the thirty-six foundation-building monks who were setting up the Shenxiao Sword Formation.
Wu Shijie smiled bitterly in his heart. The people with the sign of Qingrong Temple were actually the remnants of the Huangquan Ghost Sect. Compared with the one in front of him, I am afraid this person is more like the evil heretic of the Huangquan Ghost Sect.
Tang Hui strode forward towards the sword formation in front of the main hall. Ye Shaoqing, Ye Yingxiu and Tang Yan immediately guarded him, ignoring the Shenxiao sword formation and moving straight forward.
The sword-holding Taoist priests were at a loss and turned to look at Wu Shizhen, the temporary backbone. Wu Shizhen was riding a tiger and could not get off. There was no one inside or outside. When Tang Hui was only ten steps away from the sword formation, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Withdraw the formation!"
Tang Hui saw the Shenxiao Sword Formation retreating and took the lead to cross the threshold and enter the hall. He turned to look at Wu Shizhen, who was sweating with a smile, and said: "Where is the immortality spell that was agreed upon? If I don't get a satisfactory answer, the eighteen points
How many lives would it be if we added thirty-six more lives?”
Wu Shizhen, who couldn't look more chic anymore, laughed dryly and said: "Xiao Dao will go and ask Master Qing Huai Taoist to come out to greet the guests."
Looking at this posture, Wu Shijie was really not sure whether the person in front of him was an elder or a disciple of the Huangquan Ghost Sect, so he could only let his master, Taoist Qinghuai, identify him.
If Zen Master Yideng hadn't come to talk to him all night long some time ago, it would have been obvious that the disciples of the Huangquan Ghost Sect had penetrated into the Jing Zen Sect of Buddhism. Maybe the person in front of him was another branch of the Huangquan Ghost Sect.
Tang Hui said with a frivolous look on his face: "Taoist Qinghuai has such a big air!"
Tang Hui's words made Wu Shijie, who became even more anxious and uneasy, mentally confirm that the person in front of him was a certain elder of the Huangquan Ghost Sect.
All the corpses were dragged away from the square. The Taoist boys endured their nausea and timidity and started cleaning the ground with buckets and brooms. Tang Hui and his party walked around the shocking blood without much fear.
As soon as Tang Hui finished speaking as he walked into the hall, Tang Yan, who had just crossed the threshold of the hall, whispered: "Look, the gods are coming out."
Qingrongguan Qinghuai Taoist is indeed in line with the common people's image of Taoist immortals. He is obviously over a hundred years old, but he looks like a man in his sixties. He is dressed in purple Taoist robes and has no air.
Tacky.
If a scholar who is on a study tour encounters Taoist Qinghuai in the forest, he will most likely mistakenly think that the immortal has descended to earth, kowtow and speak to him, and will be even more surprised by the mysterious principles of Taoist Qinghuai.
Taoist Qinghuai retreated from everyone, and apart from Tang Hui and his group, only Taoist Qinghuai and Master Wu Shizhen were left in the hall, which shows his sincerity.
Taoist Qing Huai bowed his head slightly and said: "I have met Master Tang Xian, but I am not welcome at a distance. Don't blame me."
Wu Shizhen was stunned.
Tang Hui smiled and said, "How does Taoist Qinghuai recognize me?"
Qinghuai Taoist Fu'er smiled and said: "Tang Xianshi is so heroic that a poor Taoist can tell it at a glance. What's more, half a year ago, the battle at Changting Pavilion ten miles away in Jingzhou City shocked the world and weeping ghosts and gods. Qinghuai was lucky enough to witness Tang Xianshi's grace."
Tang Hui got an advantage and behaved, and said tentatively: "There was a fight outside the palace just now, Master Qinghuai Temple, don't take it too seriously."
Taoist Qinghuai was full of energy and said calmly: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding."
Tang Hui was surprised and said without changing his expression: "Will staying overnight disturb Taoist Qinghuai's Qinghuai cultivation?"
Taoist Qinghuai shook his head and said with a smile: "Where, the humble house is full of radiance."
Tang Hui looked around the main hall and laughed and said: "What a magnificent humble abode."
Taoist Qinghuai laughed it off, turned around and said, "Wu Shizhen, I haven't seen Master Tang Xian yet!"
Wu Shizhen, who had an ugly face, bowed deeply and said: "Xiao Dao pays homage to Master Tang Xian."
Tang Hui sarcastically said: "I can't stand it. When you bowed to me at Zhuhe Pavilion, I bowed to a Jade Sky Sword Formation. Now you are doing this again. Are you planning to secretly build a Shenxiao Sword Formation at night?"
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Wu Shizhen just bent over and couldn't see his expression clearly.
Taoist Qing Huai quickly came to his disciple's rescue and said, "Tang Xianshi's words are serious. I will take Tang Xianshi to his residence right now."
The back hall of Qingrong Temple is a large piece of exquisite Jiangnan courtyard-style building, magnificent with carved beams and painted buildings, and countless carved clouds, dragons, jade, auspicious animals and birds, which are lifelike.
Qinghuai Taoist led Tang Hui to a Ganoderma lucidum garden. There were four corridors in the east and west of the garden. There was a patio in the garden, and a thousand-year-old osmanthus tree beside the well.
Taoist Qinghuai saw Tang Hui, the god of plague, with a satisfied look on his face, and then he said, "I'm going to ask someone to prepare a meal."
Tang Hui waved his hand and said: "Don't bother coming after delivering the fast food. As long as you deliver a few useful dual cultivation secrets before going down the mountain tomorrow, I won't hold grudges against Qingrong Guan's short-sightedness today."
Taoist Qinghuai paused for a moment, then left without looking back.
After a scrumptious meal, Tang Hui took Ye Yingxiu, Tang Yan, and Ye Shaoqing to visit the Qingqingrong Temple, which is dedicated to Taishang Laojun, the founder of Taoism. Naturally, there are also several Leibu Tianjuns from the embryonic Shenxiao sect.
As for the statue, the biggest treasure in the temple is the precious woodcut of the Tao Te Ching with 5,000 words. However, Tang Hui is not interested in this thing. Even if Taoist Qinghuai is willing to give it to him, he finds it burdensome.
Qingrong Temple, which has just emerged in the hands of Taoist Qinghuai, is only a hundred years old. After all, it is not as profound as the ten major sects of Nanzhan Buzhou. It should be nine major sects now. It can't produce a few good things. Tang Hui didn't see it.
The few nuns who caught the eye of the Taoist priestess were probably carefully hidden away by the master and the apprentice.
Tang Hui, who was strolling around in the courtyard, smiled and said: "Come on, let's go wander around somewhere else. Since Qingrong Guan is willing to give in, we won't bully others too much and start a big fight."
After leaving Qingrong Temple, the closer he got to the cliff of Qingrong Peak, the more he felt the strong wind blowing on his face, and his sleeves were blown wildly. Tang Hui walked forward and finally saw the iron cable bridge swaying in the mountain wind. Looking at it
Piaomiao, Tang Hui didn't want to try at all as to whether it could remain motionless after stepping on it.
The bridge body is only made of nine celadon bowl-sized iron chains. Excluding the four iron chains on the handrails, there are only five ground chains. It appears to be extremely narrow and steep. Each iron chain is forged from more than a thousand wrought iron.
The iron rings are interlocked, and the iron chains are covered with wooden boards.
The abutments are the earth dragon piles and the lying dragon nails that fix the entire iron bridge. The earth dragon piles weigh 20,000 kilograms according to Qingrong Temple records. There are two bridge pavilions at both ends of the iron bridge. This side of Qingrong Temple is called Guanyin Pavilion, and that side is called Guanyin Pavilion.
The first call is to listen to the light booth.
Tingdeng Pavilion is currently the residence of Zen Master Yideng.
Tang Hui walked into the Guanyin Pavilion and said with a smile: "This pavilion is called Guanyin, what kind of Guanyin is it? Over there is called Tingdeng, what kind of lamp is it? Both names are inexplicable."
Tang Hui looked at the mountain peak opposite and said regretfully: "If it doesn't rain, we won't be able to see the sight of thousands of lanterns pointing towards the heaven. Alas."
Ye Yingxiu smiled and suddenly turned around alertly, staring at a burly figure approaching slowly.
The man was wearing a red cassock, with interlocking iron chains on his feet. He held a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand, and plucked 108 Buddhist beads in his left hand. His face was calm and he pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
The person who came was none other than Zen Master Yideng.