Chapter 15 Talking about Mysteries in the Temple of Cutting Clouds
Chapter 15 Discussing secrets in Jieyun Palace
Leaving the Chalcedony River to the north, from the mountains around Zhenmo Cave to the northern Xinjiang, the mountains and fields are endless, as if a pair of invisible hands once dropped down from the world, grasped the earth, and kneaded such layers of "wrinkles"
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And on one of these "folds", on the towering mountain, sits the mountain gate of the Qianyuan Sword Sect.
A mountain is surrounded by several peaks. At first glance, it looks like giant swords pointing at each other, with different meanings and sharp edges intersecting in the void.
One of the peaks is known as "Jieyun Peak" because of the name of the method inherited from this lineage.
There was once a patriarch who passed down the Gengxiao Patriarch Yuanshuo Jieyun Kendo True Sutra.
At this time, at the top of Jieyun Peak, in a majestic Taoist temple, in the center of the smooth hall, a thin figure was kneeling tremblingly on the cold ground.
His shoulders were trembling violently, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.
For a long time, I just shook like this and couldn't say a word.
Incense and candles were lingering all around, and the smoke was spreading, making the figure of the man appear more and more uncertain.
"Nowadays, in our lineage, the one who is most deeply contaminated by karma is Jin Guan."
"Senior Brother, this is not as simple as losing a spiritual object. It is related to the opportunity for the perfection of the legal system. You always need to make an idea, how to remedy it?"
"Now that Elder Ding has been offended, his face has been lost, and the spiritual object has disappeared..."
He glanced at Jin Guan several times in confusion, but smiled kindly.
For a long time, I saw him shaking more and more violently, but he still didn't say anything.
The majestic middle-aged Taoist finally sighed, and then, the brilliant Taoist sound surrounded the grand avenue hall, like the sound of heaven, like the music of heaven.
"Reporting to Uncle Zhangfeng, the lost and lost spiritual object is very likely to belong to the descendants of the Chunyu family! But they have even done things like breaking into the mountains, so what can I do? Go to Tingchang Mountain and the Chunyu family
Isn’t it boring? It’s also a loss of face for the sect! So for a moment when we were unable to advance or retreat, we taught Elder Ding to step into the trap... This is the disciple’s fault.”
On the far left is a slovenly old Taoist, wearing a linen robe. One hand is leaning on his knees to support his chin, and the other hand is stroking his beard. He has his eyes closed, as if he is sleeping soundly. The immeasurable spiritual energy is condensed in the back of his head into a mirror wheel hanging high. When he looks at it,
, a whisk rolled up with thousands of sword energy threads, shining in the center.
"I thought you would do bad things, but I never thought you would become like this!"
"That's all your faults? Elder Ding can't stand up to the vat. Whether he loses face or not, or shuts the door, it's not the most important thing. Before I leave, I'll give you a thousand warnings and tell you that you must bring the spiritual objects back.
, why are you so careless!"
"Why are you so harsh on your children? No one has ever made a mistake before! Let me tell you, the matter of replenishing the scriptures after all the calamities will have to wait until soon! From the moment the spiritual object is lost, our lineage has already been
It’s an opportunity!”
"The thing started in the Demon-Suppressing Cave, so I should have gone to the Demon-Suppressing Cave to find it. If it's not in the original place, it should be with the same person!"
"Jin Guan, when I teach you to go out to do things, is this how you show off your authority? I blame it all on Elder Ding You. I just feel that I have thrown away a hot potato. Why? I feel that with this arrangement, my sect's face will not be lost.
Really? It doesn’t matter if we can find the spiritual objects of Jie Yun’s lineage or not, so it doesn’t matter?”
At first, Jin Guan felt aggrieved, but after seeing the eyes of several people on the high platform becoming colder and colder, he understood the importance in his heart. Then he changed his tone and reluctantly admitted his mistake.
After a few words, Jin Guan lowered his head, and the boy looked at the sloppy old man on the left.
On the left side of the center is a majestic middle-aged man, wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, holding a sword in his hand. The left and right are intertwined like a pair of yin and yang fishes. The immeasurable divine energy condenses behind the head to form a mirror wheel hanging high. When looking at it, it is an ancient wooden sword floating in the sky.
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"Before his death, the Patriarch once damaged the Shouyuan Cave to illuminate the heavenly secrets, and left behind a motto, saying that the opportunity for us to complete the Yunjie Sutra will not be long! The spiritual object was placed in the Demon-Suppressing Cave to be nourished day and night by the evil energy.
, the purpose is to refine the sword embryo in the future and teach your generation of disciples to go through many tribulations to make up for it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy slapped his knees angrily.
On the high platform in the north, four lotus flower platforms are arranged in sequence, and four tall monks sit on the platform, illuminating the Tao shape and manifesting the Dharma body.
On the far right is a woman in palace attire, wearing a purple gold Taoist robe, holding the master's seal in her hand. At first glance, she looks deserted and looks like a lotus flower on an iceberg. Infinite divine brilliance condenses behind her head to form a mirror wheel hanging high. When she looks at it, a ray of precious light appears.
In the center of the light is a sword-shaped green hairpin.
"well!"
Having condensed the treasured weapon of enlightenment, the cultivation of these four people is at least above the level of condensing Danyang!
It's just that such a high-level monk seemed to have had his Qi-nurturing skills broken. He looked angrily towards the center of the hall, looking at the young Taoist who was prostrate to the ground.
"Of course, if we look at the matter, they are already involved. Depending on the situation in the future, we will have to teach both of them to bleed each other before they can be spared."
Hearing this, the sloppy Taoist seemed to wake up from his slumber.
When the wind gently swirled around and dispersed some of the dust haze, we could see the true appearance of the man, who was actually the young Taoist who once appeared in the ruins of the Demon Suppressing Cave.
Hearing the middle-aged Taoist's scolding, Taoist Jin Guan shivered violently. Fortunately, he finally stopped shaking. He wanted to raise his head, but did not dare to look up to the high platform, so he just kept talking to himself.
He looks like a child, but he has the most violent temper.
On the right side of the center is a boy in a green robe, wearing a double bun, but there are indescribable vicissitudes between his eyebrows and eyes, and a strand of hair on his forehead is even grayer. The boy's hands are hanging on his knees, and the immeasurable divine energy condenses behind his head into a mirror wheel hanging high.
When I looked at it, I saw a sword-shaped jade talisman hanging high, with dragon patterns and phoenix seals carved on it, and the precious light was faintly visible.
"As for the child of the Chunyu family, I don't think he is greedy for such a spiritual object. Besides, behind him is the ancestor of the Chunyu family and the mother of Danxia from Tingchangshan. Both of them are rare among aristocratic families and casual cultivators.
He is a transparent person, it is related to our legal system, they have no time to hide, how can they get involved so easily!"
"As for the opportunity, and the spiritual creature..."
It's just that unlike his earlier arrogant attitude, the young Taozi now just kneels in such fear.
"Good boy, listen to what my uncle said, you will gain wisdom every time you learn. You need to go through it. Things in the world are experienced slowly. If you make a mistake before, don't make it again."
As he spoke, ignoring the smile that gradually grew joyful on Jin Guan's face, the slovenly old man turned his head and looked at the deserted woman in palace attire on the far right.
"Little junior sister, you are Jin Guan's master. Can you please tell me and let him go again?"
Hearing this, the woman in palace clothes just spoke. Her voice was clear and beautiful, like a spring in a valley. Just like her appearance and temperament, she was really deserted.
"Just like Senior Brother said, let him go. If he can't succeed, I will be the master to do it for him!"