There are many peaks on the Jialan Mountain, stretching for thousands of miles. A magnificent temple is located on the highest Lanruo Peak. There seems to be a faint golden light emitting, reflecting the entire sky into gold. There are only a few temples that can exude such holy power. Looking at the five continents, there are only
One is the Jialan Temple.
The inner pavilion of Jialan Temple is solemn and majestic, exuding a simple atmosphere. In the front yard, several mortals are bowing to the golden Buddha statue on futons, looking extremely pious.
In the hall of the central courtyard, many monks are reciting sutras silently in front of the Buddha statue. The sound of Sanskrit singing is mixed with the sound of bells, drums and wooden fish, which makes people feel clean and refined.
The backyard of the temple is a green bamboo forest, which grows very densely and cannot be penetrated by sunlight. It is slightly dark. A few miles along the trail, you can see a pavilion with three large characters "Fahua Pavilion" written on it.
At this time, there were three old men sitting around the stone table in the Falanruo Pavilion. A small stove was set up beside them, and they were boiling tea.
"Chi..." There was a sharp sound, and the tea boiled in the tin pot.
The three old men sat quietly, motionless, as if they had not heard anything.
One of the old men was a bald monk. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe with a fiery red cassock tied sideways. His eyebrows and beard were all white, and it was hard to distinguish them when they were gathered together. His eyes were narrowed into a slit, staring at the white water sprayed from the spout of the tin pot.
Angry, seems to be waiting for something.
"Okay." He suddenly said, then reached out to lift the tin pot, opened the lid of the purple clay pot and poured the tea into it. It only took two breaths to fill the pot, and immediately put the lid back on. All the movements were done in one go.
The old man on the left was wearing a gray Taoist robe, with his pale hair randomly pulled into a bun and fixed with a wooden hairpin. He was actually the "crazy Taoist" who once rescued Li Qianmo. He looked at the old monk's tea-making movements and chuckled: "
Monk, you are much more fluent in making tea, but the tea is not as good as before, and there is no trace of aroma at all."
The old man on the right is also dressed as a Taoist priest, but his clothes are much more elegant than that of the crazy Taoist. Although his hair, eyebrows and beard are white and long, they are neatly combed. After hearing what the crazy Taoist said, he nodded and agreed with him.
The old monk smiled calmly, poured two cups of tea and pushed it in front of them, saying: "This tea is called 'Rain Passes Clear Sky', you two Tan Yue might as well give you some advice."
The crazy Taoist picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He chuckled and said, "Taoist priests can't taste the taste, but the name of Tan Yue needs to be changed. Taoist priests are very poor and have no money. They have nothing to give to you. You
Don't let donor Tan Yue scream nonsense." After saying this, he burst into laughter.
The old Taoist on the right also clapped his hands and smiled after hearing the words of the crazy Taoist. He nodded and said: "That's right, that's right. Taoist, I don't have anything to give to you. We are all monks, so let alone the donor, Tan Yue went there."
The old monk chuckled and said, "You two are right. If the monk doesn't call me that, let's have some tea."
The old Taoist in Jinyi took a sip of tea, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and sighed: "Guan Kong, although your tea is very light and not as fragrant as the previous tea, it is extremely fresh and more flavorful.
Ethereal rhyme, using tea to observe Taoism, it seems that your Taoism has reached a new level."
It turns out that this inconspicuous old monk is actually Guan Kong, the abbot of Jialan Temple, one of the two great divine monks famous in the five continents.
Guan Kong smiled lightly and shook his head: "At the point where we are now, if we can't become a true king, how can we reach a higher level?"
"Wrong, very wrong." The old man in Jinyi shook his head repeatedly.
Looking at the blank eyebrows, he raised his hand and said, "Oh? Where is the mistake? I would like to hear the details."
The old Taoist pointed at the crazy Taoist and said slowly: "Do you think the two of us are fighting against the old mad man...Uncle Ling, who wins and who loses."
He looked at the sky and put his hands together and said, "Of course Master Uncle Ling wins."
The mad Taoist waved his hand and said with a smile: "There are no outsiders here. Don't call me uncle, master, uncle. I feel uncomfortable all over. It's better to call me old madman or mad Taoist."
The Taoist priest nodded and said with a smile: "Since we and the old madman are in the same four great realms of perfection, why can't you and I be his match even if we join forces? It can be seen that the gap is still huge."
Guan Kong pondered for a moment, and felt that what he said was reasonable. He couldn't help but clasping his hands and sighing: "The end of a pole with a hundred feet, the end of a pole with a hundred feet."
Seeing him like this, the crazy Taoist frowned and said, "Hey, look at how stupid and stubborn you are, you can actually become a great bhikkhu. The Taoist priests are really puzzled."
Guan Kong smiled and said: "You can practice Buddhism if you don't have enough wisdom, but you must not have a lack of Buddha heart."
The crazy Taoist wanted to argue with him, but seeing his serious look, he knew that the argument would be boring, so he decided to let it go.
The old Taoist in Jinpao took another sip of tea, turned to face the crazy Taoist, and said with confusion on his face: "Old madman, there are so many geniuses in the Five Continents, why did you choose that boy named Li Qianmo?"
The crazy Taoist laughed and said nothing, deliberately showing off his mystery.
Guan Kong suddenly said: "The old madman must have figured out what's special about Li Qianmo by outsmarting the heavens."
The crazy Taoist clapped his hands and laughed when he heard this: "Haha, Ruo Zhuo, you were beaten to the punch by Guan Kong this time. Yes, the Taoist really wanted to accept Li Qianmo as his disciple after he figured out all the extraordinary qualities of that kid Li Qianmo.
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It turns out that the old Taoist in golden robes is actually the master of Shushan, Xiao Ruozhuo. He and Taishan Beidou, who is known as the righteous Taoist in Guan Kong, have extremely noble status, but not only does this crazy Taoist behave freely in front of them, but the two of them seem to be very respectful to this crazy Taoist.
, did not dare to neglect at all, and the identity of this crazy Taoist seemed extremely mysterious.
Xiao Ruozhuo heard this and said curiously: "Oh? What's so special about him? Can you tell me about it?"
The crazy Taoist twirled his beard and smiled, with a mysterious face on his face and said: "The secret of heaven must not be leaked, must not be leaked?"
Xiao Ruozhuo and Guankong felt slightly disappointed when they heard this. They all smiled bitterly and shook their heads, no longer asking any more questions.
The crazy Taoist laughed and said: "However, the Taoist can tell you that Li Qianmo's life has been very troubled. I will give him a Taoist calculation. Just the road before he entered the realm of Hedao has been a long journey."
It was a rough road, and he was guilty of his crimes and made many enemies. The journey was extremely difficult."
"Amitabha." Guankong clasped his hands together, with a look of compassion on his face, "He has only cultivated Tripitaka now and has attracted the pursuit of all the major sects. Since you are determined to accept him as a disciple, why not give him a few pointers and let him hurry up
To avoid these disasters?"
The crazy Taoist waved his hands repeatedly and sighed: "The Taoist priest has never thought about it, but his fate is determined by heaven. If I give him some guidance, it will definitely change his destiny. When the time comes, it will be nothing more than heaven bringing disaster to the Taoist priest. If it affects Chunyang Palace, it will be fine."
, how do you ask the Taoist priest to face Lu Zu with dignity?"
Ruo Zhuo smiled and asked: "If you save him like this, it won't change his fate? Will he not be punished by God?"
The crazy Taoist suddenly looked solemn and said: "The Taoist gave three hundred years of life in exchange for three opportunities to save him. The rest depends on his own destiny."
Ruozhuo and Guankong were moved when they heard the words. Ruozhuo opened and closed his mouth twice. What he wanted to say could not come out after all. They knew that this crazy Taoist had not long to live, so they exchanged three hundred years of life for saving people three times.
Opportunity, this was simply an exchange of lives, and such courage made them secretly admire.
The three of them were silent for a moment, then Ruozhuo suddenly said: "Dan Chenzi crushed the talisman of the legend."
The crazy Taoist was overjoyed when he heard this and said: "Oh, they finally couldn't bear the temptation of the treasure. Are they here again? Come and show them."
Xiao Ruozhuo stretched out his two fingers and swiped lightly, and runes appeared in the air, forming a suspended mirror. Many figures gradually appeared in the mirror. What happened in this picture was exactly what happened in the place where Li Qianmo was.
On the barren mountain, Li Yunxiang pointed at Li Qianmo and asked angrily: "Li Qianmo, let me ask you, did you kill He Xingyu, Han Jian, Qu Yuan, Hong Yun, Zhao Fei, eight people in total?"
Li Qianmo turned his head and sighed, and said coldly: "They are dead, what does it have to do with me."
"You are still making excuses. He Xingyu and the others chased you when they met you. They also sent out a sect signal, and then they died. Hong Yun and Zhao Fei died in the mountains and forests on the way to your home. All the bones in their bodies were smashed to pieces. It was not you.
Who else could have done it!"
Li Qianmo snorted coldly and said: "What's the point of saying this now? So what if I kill him, so what if I don't kill him? How could you let me go?"
Li Yunxiang wanted to question him, but suddenly he heard a white-clothed casual cultivator say impatiently: "Okay, okay, Li Yunxiang, I'll give your father-in-law face before I let you ask him a few questions. Don't go on and on, this little thief."
That's right. It doesn't matter if he kills him or not. Anyway, he can't escape death today. Why do you ask so many people?"
Li Yunxiang glanced back at the man and saw that although his hair was pale, his face was smooth and round, and he had good beauty skills. This man was a famous casual cultivator in Hezhou, Xiniu, named Yang Lin.
This Yang Lin had become a great master thousands of years ago. He was very powerful in mystical skills and was very famous in the world of cultivation. Li Yunxiang did not dare to offend such a master, so he immediately stopped talking and retreated behind the Three Saints angrily.
Yang Lin walked to the field, touched his bare chin, and said with a smile: "I also know that people don't tell secrets. I'm here just for the treasure in this kid. I believe you all have the same purpose as me.
"After he said that, he narrowed his eyes and scanned the crowd.
Although everyone present said in words and deeds that they wanted to snatch Li Qianmo's treasure, they did not dare to say it outright.
After a while, I heard some demonic monks nodding in agreement one after another. The righteous monks and most casual cultivators either kept silent or denied it.
"Okay, very good!" Yang Lin suddenly put his hands on his hands and laughed. Everyone was confused and wondered what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.
Liu Kunyuan frowned and said displeasedly: "Yang Lin, why are you laughing?"
Yang Lin kept clapping his hands and said with a smile: "I am happy. Since you people are only here for revenge, you must not care about the treasure. How can I not be happy because I have lost so many competitors."
Yan Kunshan frowned and shouted loudly: "What the hell are you farting? Which of your ears heard us saying that we are no longer interested in this treasure?" Many righteous monks around him also started to make noisy accusations, including many great sages and masters.
Yang Lin remained calm in the face of so many people's accusations, and said cheerfully: "Hey, I just asked you if you came here for this treasure, and you all refused to admit it. Why don't you admit it now? How can people
Shameless, but you can't be so shameless." After he said this, he looked at everyone with a face full of jest, and those noisy people were actually silenced by his words.
Yang Lin suppressed everyone with one word and became more and more proud. He clapped his hands and said loudly: "Okay, since you are all here for revenge, then go and wait in the open space over there. I will take out the treasure first and share it with the demons and fellow Taoists."
Let us discuss the method of distribution, and this boy’s life will be left to you.”
"Yang Lin!" Liu Kunyuan shouted coldly, with a frosty expression on his face, "Don't go too far!"
Yang Lin chuckled and said, "Where did I deceive others? I hope you can tell me." He turned around and cupped his hands to the demonic monks and said, "Everyone, you said where did I deceive others? How come I didn't notice it myself?"
The demonic monks naturally stood on the same side as Yang Lin. Hearing this, they all laughed and said, "No, when did Brother Yang deceive others? It's that old man Liu who is just talking nonsense."
Yang Lin felt his confidence doubled due to their support. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the Three Saints of Star Tower, his eyes full of provocation.
In the Fahua Pavilion at the back of Jialan Temple, the mad Taoist suddenly stood up and said with an unhappy look on his face: "These ignorant people, it seems that the lessons given to them in two thousand years are not enough, and they have no memory at all."
Xiao Ruozhuo stood up and asked, "Are you going now?"
"What are you waiting for?" said the crazy Taoist in displeasure, "If you wait any longer, my future disciple will be torn into pieces by them."