Chapter 127: The True Monarch is furious, and the corpse is buried for thousands of miles
After Lin Qingxuan finished speaking, he strode out of the Blue Roof Castle. It seemed that he was not walking very fast, but all the pedestrians on the streets of Tabriz seemed to have slowed down. When they noticed, they turned around to look.
, but only felt a yellow shadow flash before his eyes, and a breeze with a faint scent of sandalwood blew away in his face.
In a blink of an eye, Lin Qingxuan was in the West City of Tabriz. This was the largest dome-shaped temple of the Tianfang Sect in the city. He entered and slowly walked out within a moment.
Lin Qingxuan just used some tricks to get the information he wanted from the chief imam of the Dome of the Rock Temple. As he walked, he thought: "The main sect of the Mur Purity Sect is in the Golden Dome Temple of Jerusalem. The Persian Ming Cult and the Zoroastrian Cult have merged.
Their headquarters is in the old city of Yazd, more than two thousand miles southeast of Tabriz.
As the old saying goes, a monk can't escape the temple if he runs away. These three major religions know how powerful they are after what they have done. They are worried about the revenge of the Quanzhen Sect and me, so they will go back to the main altar and set up a dragnet. Hehe, I will go to Yazd first.
Let’s take a walk and then go to Mecca to visit the Holy Mountain or Jerusalem to see the Wailing Wall.”
Lin Qingxuan wore a spotless apricot-yellow Taoist robe, without a sword or whisk, and walked towards the southeast with empty hands.
Every time he went to a teahouse or restaurant to simply eat some simple meals, Lin Qingxuan relied on the Tianyan Mirror to learn the languages of various parts of the Western Regions. At this time, although the Quanzhen Sect did not preach on a large scale in the Western Regions, it was still visited by traveling merchants and camel teams.
He was well-informed, and when he saw Lin Qingxuan, he also touched his chest and bowed to salute, and said awkwardly in Chinese: "Hello, Taoist Priest."
Lin Qingxuan returned the courtesy politely. When a bearded businessman asked about his identity and where he was going, Lin Qingxuan did not hide his identity and purpose at all. While drinking tea, he said lightly: "I am a poor man."
Quanzhen Religion Lin Qingxuan came south this time for no other reason than to visit the old city of Yazd."
Everyone in the restaurant looked at each other in shock and did not dare to answer. After a while, they hurriedly stepped forward, bowed and saluted, and shouted: "It turns out that I am the true king of the country."
The bearded man who asked the question stood up and smiled and said: "The old city of Yazd is two thousand miles away from here. How can the master of the state walk there? It won't be until next year when we get there? Why don't I give you a camel as a gift, Ali?"
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Lin Qingxuan shook his head gently and said: "Thank you sir for your kindness. It's just that although my legs are not very fast, I can definitely reach Yazd within five days, so there is no need to spend any money."
Seeing that Lin Qingxuan, the Great Mongolian National Preceptor, spoke politely, the bearded man boldly asked: "I heard that the Quanzhen Taoist priests are going to preach in Tabriz? You are the National Preceptor, and you are also a true Taoist priest."
Sir, why do you want to go to the old city of Yazd? That is the main altar and holy place of the Ming Cult and the Zoroastrian Cult, so it is not a good place to preach."
Lin Qingxuan put down the tea cup, left two knight fars copper coins, and stood up and said: "I am not going to Yazd to preach, I just want to destroy the two religions. Please use it with caution."
Everyone stood up and hurriedly bowed to return the salute. When Lin Qingxuan came out of the door, he came to his senses. The bearded man exclaimed: "Destroyed two religions? Which two religions?"
The restaurant owner flipped two coins and said, "Zoroastrianism and Mingjiao."
"He is alone? Is he not crazy? The two major holy religions have countless magicians. Is he crazy..."
"I think I also heard that each of the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings of the Ming Cult can subdue a lion and fly into the sky to catch an eagle..."
Big Beard had been taken care of by Taoist Priest Quanzhen on the Silk Road last year. His heart sank. He was worried that the national master Zhenjun Pingba would die because of love. He hurriedly opened the door and went out to call Lin Qingxuan, but after he came out, he looked around.
There is only a piece of wind and sand, and there are mountains, rocks, grass and trees everywhere. Where is the long-bearded Imperial Master just now?
Lin Qingxuan said that he was going to destroy the Ming Cult and the Zoroastrian Cult, but in fact he was in no hurry to rush there. If he tried his best, he could arrive in three days at most. But since he decided to destroy the Demon Cave, he wanted to let them know that his national master really
You are already on the way so that they can invite good people.
The big and small demons gathered at the Holy Fire Temple in the city so that they could destroy the two sects once and for all, so that they would no longer be able to disturb the Quanzhen disciples who were dealing with the Western Regions.
Lin Qingxuan walked and stopped all the way. When it was time to eat, he would go to the city or go to a village to have a quick bite. When it was time to rest, he would either stay with others or sleep on a tree branch.
Three days later, we arrived at a desert full of salt grains. Unlike other places, this place is full of mountains. There is desert for hundreds of miles around, and the air is much hotter than in the north.
From a distance, the desert looks like it is covered with white sand because it is mixed with salt grains.
Lin Qingxuan was immune to cold and heat, and even after walking in the scorching desert for several hours, he did not sweat. When he turned around an oasis, Lin Qingxuan was about to rest for a moment when suddenly there was the sound of a bowstring in the distance, and then hundreds of sharp arrows fell.
Lin Qingxuan gently flicked his sleeves, and a gust of cold wind and white smoke floated, and the approaching arrow rain fell staggeringly, as if hitting an invisible wall of air.
Hundreds of warriors in white robes rushed out from the bushes. They all rushed towards me with their long swords, shouting: "The leader has an order to kill Zhenjun Qingxuan!"
These warriors were all skilled in martial arts and were obviously elite disciples of the Ming Cult and the Zoroastrian Cult. However, they threw themselves in front of Lin Qingxuan. Before the sword could be cut out, they felt an overwhelming force coming from them. Then they flew up and fell heavily.
The fall resulted in broken bones and tendons, and death and injuries.
Lin Qingxuan shot three consecutive shots of the most powerful "Yinglong He Hua" of the dragon hand. The powerful palm force knocked dozens of people away. Before the remaining people could fill the gap, Lin Qingxuan had already stepped forward and clapped his hands left and right at will. Those
Each of the white-robed disciples was hit by Lin Qingxuan's light palm and died with their internal organs shattered.
When Lin Qingxuan walked out of the oasis a moment later, although his Taoist robe was still spotless, the corpses of Mingjiao disciples lay behind him.
Two days later, Lin Qingxuan crossed a mountain pass and stood in front of the old city of Yazd between two mountains. This old city made of loess and yellow stone was not big, but the noise from the city gate was tightly closed.
In the past two days, as Lin Qingxuan got closer to the old city of Yazd, he began to encounter Ming Cult disciples and Zoroastrian Cult disciples who intercepted him. Some were surrounded and attacked by hundreds of people with swords, bows and crossbows, and some were attacked with individual light kung fu movements.
Experts with extraordinary martial arts skills, poisoning, assassination, etc.
Lin Qingxuan was still walking slowly along the way. Whether he was an ordinary disciple or a black-clothed sutra master with superb martial arts skills, or the three envoys of Fengyunyue, etc., they all ended their lives with just one palm in front of Lin Qingxuan.
Because the disciples of the two sects suffered heavy casualties, they could not stop Lin Qingxuan's footsteps. When Lin Qingxuan went south yesterday, he did not encounter a single disciple of the Ming sect or the Zoroastrian sect who blocked or assassinated him. He knew that all the remaining disciples of the two sects might not be able to stop him.
The envoys and others were waiting for their arrival at the Holy Fire Temple.
"Da da", Lin Qingxuan walked to the old city gate and gently wiped the gravel and soil on the ground with his feet. He saw that the iron-clad gate weighed ten thousand kilograms and was blocked. There must be countless disciples of the two sects ambushing on the city wall.
While he was flying over the city wall, he fired a concealed weapon with a crossbow. Even though his martial arts had reached an advanced level, he still couldn't dodge while flying in mid-air, so there was no need to take that risk.
Lin Qingxuan activated the Tianyan Mirror and took a few glances at the door. He knew that it would take him more than ten palms to break open the door with all his strength. If the door was blocked by huge stones and trees, it would be even more difficult to break through.
However, Lin Qingxuan now possesses the best Taoist and magical skills, so he can break open the door without too much effort.
As soon as his mind moved, Lin Qingxuan put his hands on the door, and then the black water true method came out, and the extremely cold and dark true energy poured into the door with the magic method. The huge iron door instantly condensed on Lin Qingxuan's hands.
Frost emerges and quickly spreads around.
Within a dozen breaths, the huge iron door that was three feet high was covered with this layer of frost, and was exuding a bone-chilling chill.
After Lin Qingxuan closed his palms, he switched to the Burning Technique, took a deep breath, and slapped his hands flatly. The endless scorching power of the Zhiyang penetrated into the door. Under the blessing of extreme cold and heat, the iron door began to creak with embarrassment.
Voice.
Lin Qingxuan took half a step back, pushed forward with both hands on his chest, and hit the door with the full force of the Eight Levels of Bajibeng.
The strength of the eighth level is like eight Ouyang Feng's Toad Kung Fu, or eight Hong Qigong's "Arrogant Dragon and Regret". The power has reached the pinnacle of martial arts in the world. Even a giant stone weighing one hundred thousand kilograms is in front of him and he can hit it with one palm.
Push away.
The sudden change from cold to hot made the door look like broken glass. Faced with Lin Qingxuan's eight endless powerful forces, it was immediately overwhelmed by the burden and shattered with a crack, creating a large hole with a radius of one foot.
The mountains of stones piled up behind the gate were also pushed backwards by the huge force, instantly crushing the dozens of Mingjiao disciples who were waiting in formation behind the city gate into meat patties. There were also nearly a hundred disciples who were injured and killed by the gravel. There were loud cries.
The shouts of pain and pain suddenly broke out, which depressed the morale of the disciples of the two sects who were already very afraid of Lin Qingxuan by another three points.
Thousands of Ming Cult and Zoroastrian Cult disciples who were waiting in the city saw the doorway exploded like explosives comparable to those in Middle-earth. Not only were hundreds of disciples killed and injured by large and small flying rocks, but the previously blocked doorway was also cleared.
I was terrified in my heart, not knowing what kind of huge monster would be waiting to enter the city next.
"Tap..."
Because all the Mingjiao disciples were frightened, no one dared to make a sound. Even those who had broken arms, legs, or serious injuries clenched their teeth and looked desperately at the door.
An extremely light footsteps approached little by little, almost as if they were silent, but at this quiet moment when you could even hear your breathing and heartbeat, the footsteps in our cave sounded like the sound of a heavy drum or a giant hammer.
Suddenly, it resounded in the hearts of the Mingjiao disciples in the city, shaking away the little bit of courage they had left.
As the footsteps approached, a long-bearded Taoist wearing apricot-yellow robes came out and stood under the scorching sunshine.
This Taoist has a yellowish complexion, wears a Hunyuan crown on his head, has lacquer-like beard and hair, and has three beards about half a foot long. Although his eyes are as bright as gems, their brilliance is not eye-catching.
Thousands of disciples of the two sects in the city felt their hearts sinking when they saw Lin Qingxuan. Half of them didn't believe how this man who had come out of the mortal world could be more terrifying than the demon. He had killed more than 300 disciples of his sect in a few days.
Half of them are thinking of the many rumors about Qingxuan Zhenjun from Middle-earth. They say that the best master in the world in Middle-earth is an immortal descending to the earth, waving down heavenly fire and divine thunder, having the art of immortality, etc. I really think Qingxuan Zhenjun is a god descending to earth.
Lin Qingxuan looked at the small city with its doors closed, and the streets were filled with disciples of the two sects dressed in white. It seemed that their martial arts were not very good. Lin Qingxuan knew that even if they were spared their lives, it would not harm the Quanzhen sect in the slightest, so he couldn't bear it.
The killing was in vain, and he said in a deep voice: "You Ming Cult, the Zoroastrian Cult killed my Quanzhen disciples and destroyed my Yuqing Palace. Although I don't want to go on a killing spree, you keep pushing and pushing, and you get more and more. This is it.
You must perform a good deed of slaying demons and slaying demons, and only kill the big demons who preside over evil deeds. You juniors, please retreat quickly, and you don’t have to die in vain!”
Lin Qingxuan's words were spoken in Persian and his voice was not loud, but they were clearly delivered to the ears of thousands of people in the city.
After hearing Lin Qingxuan's words, many disciples subconsciously took a step back, but a strange sound of chanting suddenly came from an ancient temple in the center of the city.
"Don't be restrained... don't let yourself be free... the greedy demon is imprisoned in the bone city with pure energy..."
Waves of chanting sounds rang out from the ancient temple in the distance. The expressions of the white-clad disciples all over the city also changed. While reciting the scriptures, they pulled out scimitars, daggers and other weapons from their waists and blocked Lin Qingxuan's body.
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Lin Qingxuan sighed slightly and said: "It is indeed a devil's religion. Good teachings persuade people to do good and have compassion in their hearts. They care about others and will never lead believers to devote themselves to the religion. Your religion regards believers as sharp weapons and commits murder.
The evil deeds of thinking must not be allowed to continue..."
Lin Qingxuan turned into a light yellow wind shadow when he started to speak. Every time he spoke a word, a Ming Cult disciple or a Zoroastrian Cult disciple dropped his weapon and suddenly sat on the ground. Lin Qingxuan spoke unhappily, but every word was
The sound resounded clearly throughout the city, silencing thousands of people who were chanting sutras in unison.
For a moment, the sound of chanting sutras, Lin Qingxuan's words, and the clanging sounds of the white-robed disciples' weapons falling were mixed together. However, because Lin Qingxuan's voice was the loudest, the sound of the weapons falling was continuous, and the sound of chanting sutras was mixed because of the loudest voice.
The white-robed disciples were continuously knocked down and gradually became smaller. The three voices appeared to be distinct in layers and could be heard clearly in the ears of everyone in the city.
The clang of falling weapons spread towards the temple in the city, like a chariot speeding towards with clang of iron chains.
Lin Qingxuan kept moving forward, and everyone who blocked him was knocked to the ground with their weapons thrown off. After leading him into the ancient temple covered with blue and red patterns, he just finished speaking.
Finally, when he stepped on the carpet in the temple hall, he stopped, the sound of weapons falling stopped, and the chanting stopped abruptly.
All the sounds disappeared in an instant, leaving only complete silence, which made people feel illusory and ethereal.
There is a huge golden chalice placed behind the main hall. The cup is burning with blazing flames, making the interior of the temple as bright as day. The air is filled with the strange fragrance released by the burning of fats and spices, which has the effect of calming the mind.
There were more than ten people sitting cross-legged on the blanket in front of the Holy Grail. Although Lin Qingxuan didn't know him, he guessed that the two people in the middle were Ayimu, the leader of the Ming Cult, and Aneja, the leader of the Zoroastrian Cult. There were twelve white beards around them.
An elderly man who is more than three feet long is likely to be the contemporary King of Twelve Treasure Trees.
Next to Aneja were five people wearing black robes, four of whom were very old, and one was a graceful woman who was the Zoroastrian saint Pantaya who Lin Qingxuan had captured.
Lin Qingxuan originally thought that Pan Taiya had already died due to the attack of the Burning Heaven Palm, but he did not expect that her face was rosy and she could breathe freely, and it seemed that the power of the Zhi Yang Zhi Heat Palm he had left in her body had been eliminated. It was really unexpected.