Chapter 552

Master Huiyuan is the supreme elder of Tonghua temple. His Buddhism is profound and his realm is extraordinary.

Chen Wen, the elder of Kunlun, was a powerful sword practitioner who broke the sea, but he was killed by him. Even he was not very afraid of the cloud boat of Zhongzhou sect.

At this time, he felt a strong danger.

This has something to do with the distance. At that time, the cloud ship of Zhongzhou school was at a high altitude close to the virtual world. At this time, Jing Jiu was in front of him.

Isn't green mountain sword cultivation used to keep a distance from the opponent?

His sight fell on Jing Jiu's hand.

The hand was as white as jade, without any defect. It was like a work of art, but it was very terrible. There seemed to be countless lightning in it.

"It seems that I can't keep my hand."

Master Huiyuan looked at well nine and said, "I'm sorry."

The green light lit up his figure and gradually integrated with the Buddha, and the breath became more leisurely and far-reaching.

Countless rosary beads floated from the shadow of the lamp, from the cracks between the bricks, or fell from the beams and columns, and became dense stars, occupying all the space in the hall.

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The Jia family is engaged in ore trading. In addition to local officials in Yizhou, there are also big people in Chaoge city as the backstage. Naturally, there is nothing to go wrong in the business field. In just a few decades, Jia Sheng has become a famous rich man in Yizhou city. Although he is far from qualified to compare with the big families supported by spiritual sects, he is also very beautiful.

The new year's festival is approaching. The Jia family invited familiar officials and businessmen to a banquet. They are busy in the front yard and discuss the important thing tomorrow.

Countless delicacies were sent to the court like water. In the warm courtyard like spring, there was no smell of winter. Everywhere was full of the taste of wealth and enjoyment.

Pinggu temple is the Jia family's temple, separated by a stream and half a mountain from the Jia family's garden, facing each other from a distance.

A Da lay on the courtyard wall of Pinggu temple and looked at the excitement in the distance. There was no meaning of envy in his eyes, only indifference. Looking deep, he could even find a few traces of vicissitudes. The bustling world of mortals has seen it a lot. Where will you see this wealth in your eyes.

I don't know where the sound of firecrackers came from. ADA looked back at the temple.

There are seven or eight monks piled up under the courtyard wall. They are already unconscious. At the top is the little monk.

Looking at the back hall, its eyes showed a worried look.

Jing Jiu is not the opponent of Huiyuan monk. The gap between the two sides is too clear, but he has to try his sword, and it has no way.

Fortunately, well nine is not easy to die. If something big happens later, it will naturally do it.

Boom!

At this time, a heavy thunder suddenly exploded in the deep winter sky.

A big pupil shrinks and his white hair stands up subconsciously.

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Thunder in late winter is an extremely rare thing, not to mention that there is no cloud in today's blue sky.

In Jia's house, officials and businessmen who were drinking and talking bluffed and looked at the sky, thinking what had happened?

"It thundered. Is it going to rain?" The famous steward said subconsciously.

Jia Sheng took a cold look at the steward and was about to reprimand him. Suddenly, a more terrible thunder blew up!

Then, countless thunder burst out!

The strong wind roared, the beams and columns creaked, and the earth shook. There was smoke everywhere. A thin shadow wall collapsed directly.

"Earthquake! It's an earthquake! "

"Run!"

"Go and hold the old lady!"

"Pinggu! Pinggu temple has fallen! "

There were cries of fear everywhere in Jia's house.

Those officials and businessmen could no longer keep calm and drilled to the bottom of the table as quickly as possible.

The maids and servants ran around crying. The sky was covered with smoke and dust. There was chaos and darkness everywhere.

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Pinggu temple really fell down.

The three halls and the monasteries were in ruins.

The courtyard wall also became a stacked line.

ADA was a little surprised and turned into a white lightning and swept back to the temple.

The back hall has disappeared without a trace. The beams, columns, Buddha statues, green lamps and walls have become sawdust, gravel, pieces of gold and red brick.

In the messy ground, there are many more subtle fragments that are difficult to see with the naked eye - those are the fragments of rosary beads, which are melted from red gold and Dan stone. At this time, they all become golden red powder, which is combined with the end of red brick, but still exudes diamond like majesty and power.

Well nine stood in the air and calmly looked at the old monk. His sleeves floated slightly, and there was a faint crackling sound.

The old monk's body is also full of golden red powder. I don't know whether it's brick, gold paint or prayer beads, or his Buddha blood.

His eyes were blind, blood overflowed from inside, wet the white eyebrows covered above, and then slowly dripping, just like the vitality in his body.

But he wasn't dead yet. He seemed to want to say something.

His withered lips moved slightly, and golden words flowed out of his lips and rose with the wind, just like leaves growing in the spring wind.

Looking at this scene, Ah Da's pupil shrinks, gives birth to strong vigilance, and is ready to come forward and bite off the old monk's head.

Those golden words are Buddhist words, which are somewhat similar to the Runes of yimaozhai, but they are more dangerous.

ADA's worry didn't happen, because those Buddhist words couldn't come out of his lips and those green leaves couldn't come out, so they broke from their roots and fell down.

There are countless invisible sword meanings floating above the ruins of Pinggu temple.

That's the sharpest sword in the world. It's better than no other sword.

Those leaves with ink words fell into the ruins and splashed into gold powder.

All that remained was the words themselves, that is, the voice of master Huiyuan.

"You'll never find a real person."

The old monk's white eyebrows covered in his eyes have been wet with blood. It looks extremely miserable and terrible.

"The anger of thunder cannot last long."

White eyebrows fell with the cold wind, spilling two blood.

He looked at Jing Jiu with blind eyes, with a smile on his face and a compassionate look, as if he had understood all the truth.

"You come back because the world needs you, and you will eventually realize this and get real peace."

This is the last sentence that master Huiyuan left in the world. It is not a curse, but an explanation. It seems to be a blessing.

With these words, countless thunder and lightning came out from under his monk's robe and made a series of dense sounds.

Like firecrackers on New Year's day.

With the sound of firecrackers, his body turned into powder and integrated with the powder in the ruins.

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With the winter wind calming and the smoke falling, the chaos in Jia's house was finally brought under control.

With the help of the steward, Jia Sheng got out from under the table and quickly made people see how the officials were.

The damage to the courtyard was not serious, but a wall fell, and there were no serious casualties. Looking at the broken heads and bleeding, there was no life-threatening.

The Pinggu temple in the back mountain has really become a ruin.

The monk in the temple woke up in a coma, but nothing happened. The eminent monk who had just taken over as Abbot... Disappeared.

Jia Sheng looked at the ruins over there. His pale face was full of blank emotion and thought what had happened.

Then he remembered that tomorrow the magistrate of the prefecture would come to the Zen with his family members. What should I do

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A pile of broken red paper fell in front of the Zhizhou government office, and there was still a burning smell in the air.

It seems that what is burning here is not firecrackers, but real firecrackers.

Several children squatted on the ground, looking for the remaining playthings, and the crowd watching the excitement has not dispersed.

In the restaurant not far away, Su ziye was wearing a mask and drinking jasmine tea. He couldn't see any emotion on his face.

Jingjiu ignored him and fell directly into the backyard.

"It's too dangerous... If he uses Buddhist words at the beginning, it's really dangerous."

"And he's right. You can't collect some thunder every time and blow people again!"

"Hey, you!"

The white cat lay on his shoulder and kept meowing.

Jingjiu ignored it, waved away a few bamboo branches and walked towards the study.

The white cat reached out and pulled out his incomplete earlobe and said in his divine consciousness, "your body is not as strong as you think. You'd better be careful."

Well nine still ignored him and walked into the study along the stone steps.

The study was very quiet. There was no sound of pen nib rubbing against paper or ink.

Zhao Layue and Gu Qing stood in the corner and looked at the desk.

Yizhou Zhizhou sat on the chair behind the table, his head slightly tilted, his face was pale and breathless, but he was dead.

Well nine took a look at Zhuo rusui.

Zhuo rusui said innocently, "I used Chengtian sword to control every detail of his body. Even his meridians were locked. I didn't know he could think of a way to commit suicide."

Well nine didn't say anything. The Zhizhou doesn't mean much to live. What Lao Lin's people are best at is killing and killing themselves, and not divulging secrets. Master Huiyuan did not accept his conditions, indicating that in these people's hearts, immortal Taiping is a more terrible existence than death, or a more respectable existence.

"Su ziye didn't lie to us. Zhizhou is really a person who doesn't know Laolin. Tomorrow, when he goes to Pinggu temple, he will send the fragments of the second burning sun flag."

Zhao Layue handed a small porcelain vase to Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu opened the small porcelain vase and looked at the rag inside. He was silent for a while.

That rag exudes a dark, evil and hot smell, which is the unique flavor of the burning sun flag.

When Liu Ci and he destroyed Xuanyin sect and killed Wang Xiaoming, Wang Xiaoming's burning sun flag naturally broke. Two of them fell into the hands of Su ziye. As the former master of Xuanyin sect, Su ziye moves faster than Fengdao sect and Shenwei army. They were able to find master Huiyuan, who found the prefecture magistrate through the fragments of the burning sun flag in Su ziye's hand, and then found Pinggu temple. The first fragment of the burning sun flag should have been in the hands of immortal Taiping now. Well nine waved his sleeves and everything in the study floated up. The heavy inkstone is floating like fallen leaves, the light picture is still in the air, and all kinds of things rotate slowly to show all their details. Hundreds of books were flipped by themselves, just like discussing Taoism with Zen in Guocheng Temple last summer. Gu Qing knew that his realm was not enough and withdrew from his study. Zhao Layue and Zhuo rusui tried to look at it for a while and closed their eyes - the pages turned too fast, the details in the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, curtains and letters were too complicated, like a sea of stars. They could not observe the details, and forced support would suffer internal injury. Well nine quietly looked at the "details" and suddenly said, "the ship is on the sea." Zhuo rusui sighed and thought that this nonsense was really amazing. That ship is a treasure ship. Of course, it can only be at sea. It's like stewing goose in an iron pot. Of course, it can only be in an iron pot. Well nine then said, "ice storm sea." Hearing the name, Zhao Layue looked slightly chilly. Zhuo rusui burped nervously, like eating a whole pot of stewed goose. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.