Chapter four hundred and eighty seventh in the picture
The old boatman continued to work on the bottom of the river, and the ferry boat went straight downstream like a fish, speeding like lightning. ☆pine*apple*小☆ said
In the turbid water in the eyes of ordinary people, for the old boatman, it was like seeing fire, and the little bits and pieces of water transportation essence were even more pleasing to look at.
On the waterway leading to the River God Temple, there would occasionally be ghosts wandering by. When they saw Old Zhouzi, they would kneel down and kowtow.
The water transport of the Swinging River is rich, and the river god did not take it too much, but kept it all in the temple, which makes the possibility of the souls who drowned here becoming ghosts who have lost their minds much smaller. This is also a meritorious deed, but the Swinging River Temple
The price paid for this is to slow down the growth rate of the incense essence. Over time, one pound is lost this year and eight taels are missing next year. The incense essence that should be used to shape and temper the golden body is missing a considerable amount.
In the eyes of the river god elsewhere, it is probably because this river god is really out of his mind.
He is a landscape god who relies on the incense of the human world, and is not a Taoist. The key point is that the Yaoying River Temple only recognizes the beach of bones as its foundation, and is not included in the landscape genealogy of any dynasty. For this reason, the emperors and vassal monarchs of the dynasties in the upper reaches of the Yaoying River,
The attitude towards the temple built outside the jurisdiction is very subtle. It will not be banned without being enshrined, it will not be supported by the people going south to burn incense, and it will not be blocked by the passes along the way. Therefore, the river god Xue Yuansheng is still a person who does not belong to a continent.
The water god of the obscene temple with orthodox etiquette actually pursues the illusory virtues of fetching water from bamboo baskets. Can he keep it? What’s the point of planting trees here and blooming elsewhere?
Merit is the most unpredictable thing. If it is included in the genealogy of the gods, it is equivalent to evidence. As long as the luck of the mountains and rivers in a place is stable, the court's etiquette department will follow the procedures step by step. After inspection, rewards will be given as usual. There will be many sequelae.
It will invisibly help to resist and eliminate many karmic obstacles. This is the benefit of ensuring harvests due to droughts and floods. But without that important identity, it is difficult to say. Once a common person succeeds in making a wish, who can guarantee that there will not be a mess of cause and effect?
The goddess who walked out of the mural was in a bad mood and looked gloomy.
When it comes to their respective avenues, it's hard for Lao Zhouzi, an old neighbor, to say anything. The comforting words at this time may not be just adding salt to the wound.
The eight paintings of Goddess and Heavenly Officials in Mural City have been around for a long time, even older than the Pima Sect. When the ancestors of the Pima Sect crossed the continent and came to Beiju Luzhou, it was very difficult. They chose the southernmost point of the continent.
It was a last resort. At that time, he got into trouble with several domineering swordsmen in the north and was unable to gain a foothold. Since he wanted to stay away from right and wrong, he accidentally unearthed these ancient murals of unknown origin, so he regarded the beach of bones as a place.
Being in a geomantic treasure land is also an important reason, but the hardships here cannot be explained to outsiders. Lao Zhouzi personally watched the Pima Sect being established bit by bit. He only dealt with the evil forces of the ancient battlefield who occupied the most territory.
Bingyin General, the Earthly Immortal of Pima Sect who died for this reason, no less than twenty people, and even two Jade Pu Realm monks died in battle. It can be said that if they had not been squeezed out, they would have been able to open a mountain in the middle of Beiju Luzhou.
Today's Pima Sect is very likely to be among the top five sects. This is based on the premise that the Pima Sect monks have never had sword immortals and have never invited sword immortals to serve as worshippers at the mountain gate.
In fact, this was the first time that Lao Zhouzi saw the true form of a goddess. Among the eight heavenly officials and goddesses in the past, there was the "Chun Guan", one of the goddesses.
The ban was used to briefly communicate with the monks in the world. In the early years, the goddess visited the Yinghe Temple, but not long after that, the goddess Chun Guan, like Chang Piao and Zhan Kan, chose the person she wanted to serve and left the Skeleton Beach.
At that time, the two parties secretly agreed that Lao Zhouzi would help them set up one or two symbolic tests. In return, they were willing to help the Yaoyinghe Temple three times in the future when the temple was in crisis. After that, Baogai and Lingzhi also left one after another.
Mural City, and then for more than five hundred years, the three murals fell into silence. The Swaying River has now used up two opportunities to tide over the difficulties, so Lao Zhouzi is so concerned, hoping that there will be new opportunities for Yazi or
It's on the monk's head, and Lao Zhouzi is happy to see it succeed.
Over the past thousand years, the situation has changed. Among the five goddesses in the murals, one died in battle for the master, and two chose to fight with the master to kill. Only the goddess of swordsman, commonly known as the "immortal staff", and the spring goddess who disappeared for unknown reasons remain.
Among them, the shabby scholar chosen by the former is now a monk at the top of Yizhou Mountain in the Immortal Realm. He is also one of the few monks other than sword cultivators who have achieved Taoism in the team that went to Daoxuan Mountain.
The goddess on the ferry was not accompanied by the colorful deer on the scroll.
Probably because of this, the murals have not faded, otherwise Lao Zhouzi would have to accompany the goddess to the point of embarrassment.
After waiting for a long time, I finally selected a person who would serve him through life and death. However, he didn't have the slightest sense of discernment. Not only did he fail to pass the test the size of a sesame seed, he just rubbed oil on his soles and ran away.
If the Mural City becomes a white scroll again, wouldn't it make the Heavenly Official Goddess seem homeless? This is different from the drowned ghosts wandering around in the swaying river and the ghost ghosts in the Skeleton Beach and Ghost Valley.
What's the difference?
As for the true roots of these eight goddesses, even though Old Zhouzi is the river god here, he still has no idea.
Not surprisingly, the Pima Sect monks also know very little about it, and it is very likely that the three remaining senior ancestors only know a little bit about it.
The strangest thing is that the Chunguan Goddess had an honest and secret meeting with Lao Zhouzi. She admitted that they had no memory of themselves and had been sleeping for an unknown period of time until the monks of the Pima Sect opened a cave and influenced
Formation, they just woke up. The eight murals seemed to be on separate sides of the Mural City, but in fact they were connected into one. According to the monks at the time, it was a broken secret realm. They also relied on the landscape buildings, flowers, plants and ancient trees inside to
He used books and other relics to make deductions, trying to follow the clues and find out his life experience. Unfortunately, there is always a chasm and a fog that cannot be solved.
Approaching the River God Temple, Old Zhouzi couldn't help but sigh.
The goddess standing on the other side of the ferry also sighed quietly, especially lingering and pathos, as if it was something that had never been seen in the human world.
Lao Zhouzi couldn't help but complain a little about the young man. What was he thinking? He had observed secretly before and found that he was a very bright-minded person who also respected rules. He didn't seem to be stingy. Why did he start to act stupid when good fortune came to him? What a fate.
It shouldn't be there, and you can't catch it even if you get it? But it's not right. Being able to add the green eyes of the goddess, a body of ten thousand gold, and leave the scroll speaks a lot in itself.
The goddess turned her head and glanced, "The male monk who was standing by the river earlier was not one of the three ancestors of the Pima Sect, right?"
Lao Zhouzi shook his head, "I recognize all three ancestors on the mountain. Even if they come down from the mountain and show up, they are not heroic people who like to use deception."
The goddess thought for a while, "Looking at his demeanor, I remember that one of my sisters had taken a liking to someone in the early years. He was a young foreign Jindan monk. She almost fell in love with him, but his temperament was too ruthless. She followed him.
If you don't endure hardship and don't get angry around you, it will be boring."
Lao Zhouzi was stunned for a moment and asked about the approximate time.
After getting the answer, Lao Zhouzi had a headache and said to himself: "It can't be that pervert named Jiang, that one is so bad that it oozes pus."
Unexpectedly, the goddess nodded and said: "It seems that the surname is indeed Jiang. At that time, young people were quite popular, saying that one day, even the gods and sisters would not look down on him, and he would be the one who was at home or not.
All eight paintings must be taken away and enshrined properly so that he can eat and drink in front of the scrolls every day. However, this man's words are frivolous, but his mood is not vulgar."
Lao Zhouzi wondered: "This guy was a romantic and merciless man back then. Why is he so ruthless and boring?"
The goddess shook her head and said: "Our method of observing people directly points to the mind. Not only is it very different from that of monks, it also seems to be different from your landscape gods. This is a magical power that we are born with. In fact, we do not
I think it's all a good thing, but at a glance, there are only turbid inner lakes, dirty thoughts, or caves crawling with snakes and scorpions, or seductive things with human heads and monster bodies gathered together, many ugly scenes that are unsightly. So we often
They will deliberately fall asleep, out of sight and out of mind. In this way, if they suddenly wake up one day, they will probably know that the opportunity has arrived, and they will open their eyes."
Lao Zhouzi praised: "The vast world is full of magic and extraordinary things."
The goddess riding a deer suddenly turned her head to look at the mural city, narrowed her eyes, and said with a stern expression, "How dare this guy break into the mansion without permission!"
Lao Zhouzi's face was expressionless.
I thought there was no need to guess, it must be the infamous Jiang Shangzhen.
Over there in the Mural City, a large area of secret lanterns on the mountain suddenly went out. The lanterns that were supposed to be bright and needed to be replaced every hundred years had a problem, which naturally caused panic. Once the big monks fought here with all their strength, they could hurt Pima.
If the mural city collapsed, the consequences would be disastrous. Therefore, several direct monks from the Pima Sect's Ancestral Hall who were responsible for guarding the three murals flew into the sky and looked at the commotion and chaos, trying to find the culprit.
Once the culprit is identified as a monk who destroyed the mural city and took the opportunity to steal the paintings, they have the right to execute him on the spot and kill him first and then punish him.
Near the picture of a goddess on one of the walls, while the guarding monks of the Pima Sect were distracted and looking into the distance, a wisp of green smoke first clung to the wall, wandering like a spiritual snake, and then instantly jumped into the mural. I don’t know what means were used, and directly broke
The prohibition on the magic of opening the mural itself disappeared in a flash, like raindrops falling into the lake. The movement was subtle, but it still made the nearby immortal monk from the Pi Ma Sect frowned and turned around to look, but could not see any clues.
Still worried, he confessed to the goddess of the mural, walked in the wind, came to a foot away from the mural, and used the unique magical power of the Pi Ma Sect. A pair of eyes showed a light golden color, and his eyes scanned the entire mural to avoid missing it.
Any clues can be checked twice, and no abnormalities can be found in the end.
The ancient mural in front of you is one of only three blessings left in the city. It is an extremely important one among the eight pictures of female officials in the heaven. In the secret archives of Pima Sect, the goddess depicted in the painting is riding a colorful deer and carrying a
A wooden sword with the seal inscription "Kuai Zai Feng" on one side of the sword has a respected status and ranks second, but its importance is still the same as that commonly known as the "Immortal Staff", but in fact it was named "Zhan Kan" by the Pima Sect.
Above the goddess, that's why Pima Sect would let a golden elixir earthly immortal who is expected to reach the upper five realms to supervise here.
The middle-aged monk could not find the answer, but he still did not dare to take it lightly. After hesitating for a moment, he looked at the shop next to the "Lightning" goddess picture in the mural city, and told the young man with the sound of ripples in the heart lake, asking him to return to Pima immediately.
Zongzu Mountain, tell the Zushi Hall that there is something strange here with the Deer Riding Goddess, and be sure to ask an ancestor to come here to inspect it in person.
Although the young man had gone down the mountain to help his childhood sweetheart in business and was very unhappy, when encountering big events, he was in a very stable mood. He said goodbye to the girl, and after walking out of the shop, he looked solemn, clasped his fingers together, and lightly stamped his feet. Immediately there was a person
The land under the jurisdiction of the Pima Sect broke out of the ground, and a beautiful cardamom girl appeared. She had her arms raised, holding an awe-inspiring unsheathed ancient sword, but she never left the depths of the Pima Sect.
In the underground palace at the base of the mountain, when Tuojian showed up and respectfully handed over the ancient sword that had to be sharpened underground all year round, this pretty "earth woman" used a blinding trick so that no one could see it under the earthly immortal.
The young man thanked him, put his fingers together, and with a slight touch, the ancient sword trembled and flew away through the air. The young man stepped on the sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the top of the mural city. It rushed forward in an almost straight line, and was caught by the landscape formation.
The thick layer of earth that was blessed by it did not hinder the young man from wielding his sword. With one sword and one man, he soared into the sky and broke through the sea of clouds that resembled a "white jade belt" of the ancestral mountain of the Phi Ma sect, and quickly headed for the ancestral hall.
The middle-aged monk fell back to the ground, stroking his beard and smiling. Although this young nephew was not in the same branch as him in the ancestral hall, everyone in the sect respected and liked him.
Pima Sect has many rigid rules. For example, except for a handful of people, the rest of the monks must start hiking at the Sword Hanging Pavilion halfway up the mountain. Even if the sky is about to fall, you must still walk obediently. And this
The young man who secretly recognized the master of the semi-immortal weapon since he was a child is one of the exceptions. It is not impossible for a middle-aged monk to fly his sword to send a message back to the ancestral hall, but there are many inside stories here, and even the young man himself is unaware of it.
This is also the mystery of mountain cultivation. "Knowing is not knowing." When others point it out, you seem to know it, and the opportunity that you might have had will disappear.
Therefore, it is best to let the young man report the matter and let him bear more responsibility for the cause and effect. It may not necessarily lead to success, but at least it will not be a bad thing.
Although the Pima Sect is very generous and does not mind outsiders taking away the blessings of the eight paintings of goddesses, the young man is the most promising person since the Pima Sect was established to seize the great opportunity of the Mural City on his own.
When Zong was building a large landscape array, he broke ground and dispatched hundreds of mountain-building puppet warriors, as well as dozens of mountain-moving apes and mountain-driving dogs, which almost turned the mural city upside down for more than ten miles.
, as well as so many great monks who left their names on the ancestral genealogy of the Pima clan, have not succeeded in finding the ancient sword left by the founder. And this semi-immortal weapon is said to be closely related to the deer-riding goddess.
Therefore, the Pima Sect wanted to compete for the opportunity of this mural. If God does not take it, he will be blamed for it.
The young man stood above the sea of clouds, wielding his sword and heading straight to the Patriarch Hall.
Among the three ancestors of Pima Sect, one is in retreat and the other is stationed in Guixi Valley, continuing to expand territory.
The only ancestor who was responsible for sitting on the top of the mountain stood at the door of the Patriarch Hall and asked with a smile: "Lan Xi, are you so anxious, is there something wrong with the mural city?"
The young man holding the sword repeated what Senior Brother Jindan said.
The old patriarch frowned, "Is it the picture of the goddess riding a deer?"
The young man nodded.
The old master grabbed the young man's shoulder, shrunk the mountains and rivers, and arrived at the mural city in an instant. He first sent the young man to the shop, and then came to the scroll alone. The old man looked solemn.
Only then did the middle-aged Jindan monk realize that the situation was serious and beyond imagination.
The old master sneered and said: "What a good guy, you can break the double restriction between the two families silently and break into the secret realm."
The middle-aged monk's face changed slightly.
The old man waved his hand, "Be careful, it's a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain. You can go to Lanxi to protect it. Don't be too nervous. After all, this is your own territory. I have to go back to the ancestral hall and burn incense and knock on the door according to the rules."
The middle-aged monk nodded and went to the shop.
Over there at the store.
The girl asked quietly: "What's going on?"
The young man smiled and said, "I went to the Patriarch Hall."
The middle-aged monk walked into the shop, and the young man asked doubtfully: "Senior Brother Yang, why are you here?"
The middle-aged monk smiled and said, "Just take a look."
The young man in front of him, although he has only cultivated in the cave realm now, is his younger brother, named Pang Lanxi. The young grandfather is a guest minister of the Pima Sect. He is the chief author of all the goddess galleries in the store. The extremely talented Pang Lanxi
Lan Xi is a sword immortal embryo that has never appeared in the Pima Sect. He is also the founding disciple of one of the three ancestors of the Pima Sect. He is also the closed disciple, because this person is known as the most lethal person in the south of Luzhou in Beiju.
Ancestor Yupu, who is ten years old, once swore in the ancestral hall to only accept one disciple in his life, so the ancestor accepted Pang Lanxi, who was still a young boy, as his direct successor. This should have been a gratifying and congratulatory event, but he had a weird temper
The ancestor told the Pima Sect not to make any noise, and only said one sentence that was very in line with the ancestor's temperament: Don't worry, wait until my disciple reaches the golden elixir level and then entertain all the parties. Anyway, it won't take a few years.
The middle-aged monk looked at the carefree Pang Lanxi and smiled bitterly in his heart, "Junior brother, this is a critical period for your great path."
In a secret realm that looked like a fairy palace, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared, staggered, shook his sleeves, and said with a smile: "I finally got my wish, I can come here to see the peerless grace of the fairy sisters."
He shouted softly: "Hey, is anyone here?"
He walked slowly, looked around, and admired the fairyland scenery. Suddenly he raised his hand, covered his eyes, and muttered: "This is the boudoir of the fairy sisters. I must not see anything I shouldn't."
North of the Skeleton Beach, a young female crown left the mountain where the sect was beginning to take shape. As the youngest Xianjia sect leader in the history of Beiju Luzhou, she alone drove an Xianjia ferry gifted by Senior Brother Tianjun and headed south quickly.
, as a treasure of the immortal family, the floating cloud boat is faster than a cross-continent ferry. It can actually fly directly between two clouds thousands of miles apart, just like a monk shrinking to an inch, and flash past without making a sound.
As for the shop run by the young swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and the local monk stationed on the border of the Ghost Valley on the Skeleton Beach, he purchased a thick book that specifically explains the precautions of the Ghost Valley. The book details many taboos and dangerous places.
He sat aside to bask in the sun, flipping through the book slowly, not in a hurry to pay a toll, and then went into the Ghost Valley to practice, sharpening his knife and chopping firewood.
It was a warm winter day. The young man raised his head and looked at the sky. It was cloudless. The weather was really good.