Except for the eye-catching blood stain on the ground, Bai Lian lowered his head and gathered his clothes and knelt on the side of the palace road. He was also plainly dressed. At first glance, he was no different from the mighty palace people kneeling on both sides.
Same.
Bai Lian moved away, and the stopped chariot slowly started to drive along the palace road again.
The Emperor's Empress sat leaning on the chariot. It was she who punished Bailian to kneel and worship here all night long. She knew that Bailian was kneeling there at this moment.
But she didn't even look at him, as if she had forgotten about it.
Let the chariot pass by steadily, passing by Bailian, without any intention of stopping for a moment.
On the contrary, Qing Shui, who was accompanying the chariot on the left and right sides, couldn't help but look back frequently, as if he couldn't understand how a corpse demon with a cultivation level that had all its blood and energy sealed like a mortal body could endure the cold weather.
I knelt here all night.
Today is the ritual of pilgrimage. Two female officials, Qingshui Qingxuan, will accompany their empress to the Dongtian Temple, where they will receive worship from Kunlun immortal ministers from all directions, conduct business and discuss affairs, receive the glory of the stars, bless the immortal saints, and bring salvation to all people.
This kind of pilgrimage ceremony is not held every day, but once a month.
All the ancient and important immortals who practice in the Kunlun Mountains will gather here.
However, there are many roads to go out of the palace to the Dongtian Temple. Today, the empress chose to take a palace road that is not very popular on weekdays.
One night of kneeling and worshiping in this snow punishment was already the limit. Qing Shui originally thought that the empress would make this trip this morning.
I would find an excuse to let this kid go, but I didn't expect that the chariot had no intention of stopping at all, and actually passed by in a straight line.
"Light water."
Qing Xuan, who was accompanying him at the other end, had an expressionless face and said without squinting: "Relax your mind and spirit, and don't do unnecessary things."
The female official Qingshui raised her eyes and glanced at the graceful woman who was dozing in the chariot with complicated eyes, but she did not say anything on her own initiative.
After the Luan Jia disappeared into the palace corridor with his majestic clouds and mist, the palace servants who were kneeling on the ground respectfully stood up one after another and continued to sweep away the first snow.
Balian knelt on the spot without getting up, and had no intention of returning to the original position.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes, kneeling very firmly, with his back as straight as a strong bamboo, as if what happened around him had nothing to do with him, and he allowed the continuous heavy snow to sweep over him tirelessly.
But his face, as pale as paper, did not make anyone feel how strong he was in his silent and restrained appearance. From a distance, it gave people a sense of crumbling weakness for no reason.
The palace attendants had been serving in the palace for many years. Seeing the demeanor of the two female officials Qing Shui and Qing Xuan, they did not dare to look at them, let alone release their goodwill at will.
Such a person does not exist.
"You are really able to calm down when you are in a dream. With such a snow punishment, he does not use any cultivation level to protect his body with blood and energy. It is no different to a mortal kneeling in the snow in the cold winter for a night. Even if he is a corpse demon, he will not be able to protect his body for a long time.
If you go down, you may lose your life."
On top of the solitary tower on the distant peak, the cold current and the sea of clouds float endlessly.
The white cloak was blown by the cold wind at a high place. Under the hood that was rising and falling in the headwind, there was a face as gentle as jade. Even though it was mostly obscured by the wide hood, it could still be seen.
Distinguish that beautiful face and good temperament.
Under the snowy color, the woman's lips were full, glowing, and gently curved into a beautiful arc.
"Fortunately, you might as well take a guess as to why the golden gate that fell in Kunlun Mountain ended up in the hands of a loser like me with a ruined sword at the end of that world?"
The topic was too exciting. Xingwu was stunned for a long time when he was asked the question. He frowned and asked, "Why?"
The woman didn't answer, she just smiled softly and murmured to herself, "Yes, why exactly..."
The thick, cold clouds resembled dragons, wandering among the splendid and majestic Eastern Heaven Temple. The white jade green light transformed into heavenly steps, leading from the hundreds of thousands of mountains, up to three thousand long steps, directly to the starry dome of the temple.
The snow-clothed immortal seemed to be wading through the water a hundred thousand miles away from the world of mortal beings, looking around. The figures that looked small but were actually not small each showed a mysterious appearance, and the figures gradually disappeared into the temple.
The two scorching suns were as red as red, as if they had broken free from their restraints, leaping up from the end of the sky, with blazing rays of light. In an instant, the universe shone with splendor, forming an indescribably magnificent picture.
Then, daylight came between heaven and earth in Kunlun. Only one side of the Dongtian Temple, where the wind and snow lasted forever, turned into a bottomless night. Only a cold moon remained, looking down coldly at the vast mountains and the people.
Many immortal ministers arrived. Cangnan Yi was rarely dressed up. He stood in the main hall with an indifferent expression. Behind him, a towering tree as white as snow grew. The roots of the tree were intertwined and hidden behind His Highness.
In the huge icy blue water mirror, there are thousands of complex and complex connections, which are closely connected with the soul of Kunlun's hundreds of thousands of mountains and rivers.
Endless immortal ministers knelt on the ground, and Cangnan Yi proclaimed the holy Dharma on the stage of the main hall, every word of the mantra, with the heart hanging as the boundary, so that all the thoughts inside and outside the heart could be pure, and become a pool of clarity and tranquility.
At the end of the sermon, the immortal ministers who were kneeling in front of the temple said goodbye. Occasionally, one or two stood up respectfully and began to play in an orderly manner. Recently, there were some difficult issues encountered by the various parties in the mountain who were in charge of the territory. I begged the Lord of Kunlun.
Decide.
This pilgrimage is quite different from the past.
Coinciding with the chaos of Chaoyin, the people of the demons and fairies in the mountains were mostly affected. Compared with the past, they inevitably became more violent and murderous. Most of the immortal ministers in the mountains were also of the demon-fairy lineage. Under the lingering power of the chaos of Chaoyin,
It has had a great influence on one's mind.
The higher the level of cultivation, the more powerful the influence of Chaos Chaoyin will be. They are too busy to take care of themselves and are in seclusion, so they are unable to take care of many matters in the territory under their jurisdiction.
Now that the Divine Punishment Trial has come to an end, many official matters, large and small, have piled up in Shiwandashan, but they are also very difficult and troublesome.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Therefore, the pilgrimage that was supposed to end in less than half a day lasted for a whole day, until it was already late at night in the outer mountain, and the divine fire in the Dongtian Temple was still bright, with no end in sight.
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Cangnan Yi and the palace stood tall and tall all day long, their demeanor remained the same, not at all the same fatigue as last night when the flowers were all over the courtyard.
For all the thorny issues raised by the immortal minister, she can point out the pros and cons in the simplest words. The immortal minister who worships this palace is by no means a vulgar person. With a little help, she already knows how to deal with these problems.
The question remains unanswered.
When the immortal ministers finished their performance, all the ministers adjusted their immortal official robes with serious eyes, bowed their heads and lowered their eyebrows respectfully.
Cangnan Yi casually pulled out a branch with a shimmering luster from the huge snow-colored silver-white branches behind him, and shook it gently. The cold-colored Yingying flow between the branches and leaves was like the radiance of stars, like the morning dew among the willow leaves in the morning.
, was shaken and scattered.
The water droplets like morning dew turned into countless water-colored dust particles and sprinkled on the immortal ministers in the hall.
The ministers bowed and raised their heads, their faces were calm but they could not conceal the gleam of hot expectation in their eyes, and they allowed the water-colored fairy flakes to fall into their spiritual altars.
In this way, the pilgrimage can be considered truly over.
After the immortal ministers resigned and left the Dongtian Temple one after another, when Cang Nanyi turned around, the divine brilliance emanating from the huge snow tree behind her made her skin bloodless, making her look even darker than before.
Pale and sickly.
But her movements were free and easy, and she held out the branch. The silver-white sacred tree that was growing quietly in the hall actually took the initiative to bring back the branch in her palm.
"Mom, please stop."
At this time, a deep and hoarse voice came from His Highness.
The pilgrimage has ended. If there is a major event in the mountain, it should be mentioned in the palace. However, if it is not a major event, it is also very rude to talk about trivial matters other than political affairs in the Dongtian Temple at this moment.
But there was no sign of impatience on Cangnan's clothes. She turned around and looked down at the monk in the gray robe of His Highness.
"I wonder if Master Fanshu has any other advice?"
Cang Nanyi's expression was indifferent, but when he saw the poor female monk in the hall with her bare feet wet with mud, it was rare that she put away the usual light and natural laziness in her eyes, revealing a somewhat serious attitude.
At this moment, the only remaining monk in the temple, whose name is Fanshu, is an extremely rare female ascetic in the world. She is not from the lineage of demons and immortals.
He is a monk who attained enlightenment and ascended to the throne in human Buddhism. He originally lived in the Xitai Mountain in the fairy world 600,000 years ago. He practiced alone, did not establish a sect, and did not rely on any fairy clan influence. He was an ascetic monk who truly complied with destiny.
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Her understanding is extraordinary. Although her cultivation is not as high as that of the five immortals, she is still familiar with all dharma. The Buddha's teachings are natural. Even the indifferent and noble character of the immortal Zhuzhan is somewhat more to her.
A heart of admiration.
140,000 years ago, Master Fanshu came to the Kunlun Mountains to ask questions and listen to the saints. He also practiced hard up to this point. His original intention was just to stay in the wilderness of the Kunlun Mountains for a while. Even though he had become an immortal, he still walked around begging for food and practicing Buddhism.
, practice asceticism to cultivate merit, take precepts as your teacher, and follow ancient methods.
Just by chance, he met a little tiger who had traveled through mountains and rivers, passed through a field of ice and snow hundreds of thousands of miles away, covered with frost and snow, and was already dying.
Master Fanshu pursues the mission of saving all sentient beings from danger, and became related to him because of the evil spirit nail in the heart of the little tiger. Master Fanshu, who has been practicing asceticism and traveling all over the world for many years, has lived in the Kunlun Mountains for a long time.
The Evil Soul Nail was the result of a unique miraculous technique. Cang Nanyi understood the technique, but was still unable to completely pull out the nail that pierced the heart and killed the soul. Instead, he was injured by it.
Master Fanshu was one of the few people in the Kunlun Mountains who knew the life and origin of the little tiger. She felt sorry for the tragic fate of the little tiger who was born and died and abandoned by his parents.
I also respect the nameless female immortal attendant who traveled a hundred thousand miles at the cost of her own life just to seek a chance for her little master.
He also felt pity for the little tiger, who had been suffering from illness day and night since he was a child, and was weak in body. The imperial concubine, regardless of her origins and origins, was willing to take her in and give her the honor and status of the tiger.
But Master Fanshu had also heard about the tragic phenomenon of the Emperor's empress accepting disciples before.
If you can't be a teacher to others, how can you be a mother to others?
One by one, the strong second-generation descendants of immortals fell into her hands, and they were either dead or maimed. The little tiger was so young and frail, but Master Fanshu was very worried about his future fate.
Therefore, since she has been stationed in Kunlun Mountain for many years, she has become a real teacher and mother to Xiaoshanjun. Although she has never performed the actual ceremony of becoming a teacher, she has been preaching to her all year round, teaching her calligraphy and reading scriptures.
Although the little tiger is not as innocent as ordinary children and has a bit of a weird temperament, Master Fanshu, who has been with her all year round, treats her very sincerely.
It's just that although Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan respected her, there was no way he could pass on his father's bloodline to a female ascetic like her. A single lineage would be too weak.
Master Fanshu is also aware of this. He knows that if the little tiger becomes her disciple, he will definitely do more harm than good, so he will not forcefully accept her as a disciple against God's will because of his personal likes and dislikes.
What's more, the little tiger's character is too weird and is not suitable for practicing ascetic Buddhism.
Master Fanshu passed on the karma and taught the Tao, but he did not have any thoughts of accepting disciples. However, over the years, he always paid attention to this important matter for her.
In her heart, the Emperor's Empress was too indifferent by nature, too clear-minded, not close to anyone, and would not have any emotions beyond reason with anyone. The Tao of Supreme Forgetfulness was perfect for her.
It's just not suitable for little tigers.
Although the two female officials Qing Shui Qing Xuan are knowledgeable, they are too rigid, which is very similar to her, and they are not suitable for the little tiger.
Every time he thinks about this, Master Fanshu is inevitably worried, wondering what the road ahead for Little Tiger King is.
She stood in the fairy dust. Those immortal gifts that many immortal ministers could not get, but she was not touched by dust. She was wearing a gray and old monk's robe full of the breath of worldly dust, and she looked at it with a serious face.
The holy woman who was as tall as the clouds in the temple slowly opened her mouth.
"I can't talk about advice. It's just that your Majesty has been busy dealing with various matters in the mountain recently, and I shouldn't have distracted your Majesty at this time.
It's just that His Highness the Little Tiger King is already quite old. Although when he was young, he was transformed into a half-demon through the power of the Empress who defied heaven and changed his destiny, and he has survived to this day.
But this body cannot practice cultivation, and it is difficult to ward off the disaster of evil spirits. Now that everything is settled, should I consider the life-long events of your young highness?"
This Master Fanshu rarely sets foot in the political temple inside Kunlun Jingxu, such as the Dongtian Temple. Although she is in Kunlun, she is never affiliated with Kunlun.
Appearing here today, Cang Nanyi had already expected that she was here because of the little tiger.
But he didn't expect that she would have such a proposal, and her face couldn't help but look a little strange: "A major event in life? Does Master Fanshu want to marry Xiao Junjun?"
The ascetic Buddhist monks and nuns started working as matchmakers in the Kunlun Mountains...
But it’s really a different kind of mismatch.
Master Fanshu obviously did not expect that the seemingly unworldly Empress Junhuang had such simple and worldly thoughts. Her rigid and serious face was depressed for a moment, and then she calmed down and said:
"This is not what I mean by being poor. Your Highness has a special constitution and it is difficult to survive in the world. However, if you can obtain the Dharma and practice it, follow the path that suits you, get rid of your mind, open your eyes of wisdom, and block all evil ways, it will not be difficult to gain access.
The Gate of Good Destiny is the way to prolong your life, and lead a free, healthy and comfortable life on the great road."