The Path Toward Heaven

Master Huiyuan is the elder of Tonghua Temple.

Kunlun Elder Chen Wen was a powerful sword repairer who broke the sea, but was killed by one hit. Even the cloud boat sent by Zhongzhou was not very afraid.

At this time, he felt a strong danger.

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

Isn't Aoyama Jianxiu often keeping a distance from his opponent?

His eyes fell on Jing Jiu's hands.

The hand was as white as jade, without any flaws, like a work of art, but very scary, as if there were countless thunder and lightning in it.

"It seems I can't keep my hands."

Master Huiyuan looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Sorry."

The blue lights illuminate his figure, gradually becoming one with the Buddha, his breath becomes more leisurely and far-reaching.

Numerous rosary beads floated from the shadow of the lamp, from the gap between the bricks, or dropped from the beams and pillars, and became densely packed stars, occupying all the space in the temple.

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The Jia family deals in ore. In addition to the local officials in Yizhou, they also do back-office work to the big names in Songcheng, so they are naturally in the business field. In just a few decades, Jia Sheng has become a well-known rich man in Yizhou City, although he is still far from qualified to compare with the big families who are supported by the denominations.

As the New Year is approaching, Jia Jiayan invites familiar officials and businessmen, who are busy in the front yard, and at the same time, discuss the important thing tomorrow.

Countless delicacies are sent to the court like a stream of water. In the warm courtyard, there is no smell of winter, and there is a rich and enjoyable taste everywhere.

Pinggu Temple is the home temple of the Jia family. It is separated from Jiayuan's garden by a stream and half a mountain.

Ada lay on the wall of the courtyard of Pinggu Temple, looking at the hustle and bustle in the distance, there was no envy in his eyes, only indifference, looking deeper, he could even find a few vicissitudes. Hongchen is prosperous and it has seen so much. Where will this richness be seen?

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

There are seven or eight monks piled under the courtyard wall, and they are already unconscious. The most convenient one is the little Sami.

Looking at the apse, a worried expression appeared in its eyes.

Jing Jiu was not an opponent of the Yuan Monk. The realm between the two sides was too clear, but he had to try the sword, and it had no way.

Fortunately, Jingjiu is not easy to die, and something really happened later, it will naturally be shot.

Bang!

Just then, there was a sudden thunder in the deep winter sky.

A Da's pupils narrowed, and the white hair on his body stood up subconsciously.

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Thunder in the deep winter is an extremely rare thing, not to mention that there is no cloud floating in the blue sky today.

In Jiafu, the officials and businessmen who drank and stunned and looked towards the sky, thinking what happened?

"It's thundering, is it going to rain?" Said a well-known manager subconsciously.

Jia Sheng took a cold look at the steward and was about to reprimand, suddenly a more terrifying thunder blew!

Immediately afterwards, countless thunders rang out!

The wind screamed, the beams creaked, the ground shook, there was smoke and dust everywhere, and there was a thinner shadow wall that collapsed.

"Ground motion! It's ground motion!"

"Run away!"

"Go and help the old lady!"

"Pinggu! Pinggu Temple fell down!"

There were shouts of fear everywhere in Jiafu.

The masters and businessmen could no longer remain calm and got to the bottom of the table as quickly as possible.

Yahuan and the servants ran and cried, the sky was covered by smoke, and there was chaos and gloom everywhere.

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Pinggu Temple really fell down.

The three temples and the monks' houses were turned into ruins.

The courtyard wall also turned into a stacked line.

Ada was somewhat surprised and turned into a white lightning and swept back to the temple.

The apse has disappeared without trace, beams and statues of Buddha and blue lights and walls have become wood chips, rubble, gold and red brick.

In the wolf's ground, there are many more subtle fragments that are difficult to see with the naked eye-those that are rosary fragments, which are smelted from red gold and dandelion, at this time they have become golden red powder , Together with the end of the red brick, but still exudes the majestic and majestic strength.

Jing Jiu stood in the air, watching the old monk calmly, his sleeves floating slightly, and there was a crackling sound.

The old monk's body was also covered with gold-red powder. I don't know if it was masonry, gold paint or rosary, or his Buddha blood.

His eyes were already blind, blood spilled out of it, wet the white eyebrows covering it, and then dripped slowly, like vitality in his body.

But he was not dead at this time, and seemed to want to say something.

His dry lips twitched slightly, and then there were golden letters flowing from his lips, rising with the wind, like leaves growing in the spring breeze.

Looking at this scene, A Da's eyes narrowed, giving birth to a strong vigilance, ready to step forward and bite off the old monk's head.

Those words with golden light are Buddha words, which are similar to Yimaozhai's runes, but they are even more dangerous.

Ada's worry did not happen, because those Buddha words could not come out of the lips, and those green leaves could not be born.

There are countless invisible swords floating above the ruins of Pinggu Temple.

That is the sharpest sword in the world, and it is better than two swords.

Those leaves, which seemed to have ink words, fell into the ruins and splashed into gold dust.

In the end, only those words are left, which is the voice of Master Huiyuan.

"You will never find a real person."

The white eyebrows covered by the old monk had been wet with blood, and looked extremely miserable.

"Thunder's wrath will not last long."

The white eyebrows fell with the cold wind, spilling two blood.

He looked at Jing Jiu with blind eyes, with a smile on his face, full of pity, as if he had learned all the truth.

"Your return is because the world needs you, and you will eventually realize it, and you will have real peace."

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

After saying this, countless thunder and lightning came out from under his monk's robe, emitting a series of secret sounds.

It's like firecrackers during the New Year.

The sound of firecrackers turned his body into powder, blending with the powder in the ruins.

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The winter breeze calmed down, the smoke and dust gradually fell, and the chaos in Jiafu finally came under control.

Jia Sheng got out from under the table with the help of the steward, and quickly let people see how the officials and masters are doing.

The courtyard was not severely damaged. It just fell down the road wall, and there were no serious injuries. Several people who looked at the bloodstream were not in danger.

The Hiragu-ji Temple in the back mountain really turned into ruins.

Soon there was a return from the stewardship. The monks in the temple were unconscious and awake, but nothing happened. The monk who had just taken over as abbot recently disappeared.

Jia Sheng looked at the ruins over there, and his pale face was full of blank emotions, thinking what was going on.

Immediately after that, he remembered that adults from Zhizhou would bring their family members to participate in meditation tomorrow.

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A pile of shredded red paper fell in front of the gate of Zhizhou Prefecture, and there was still a burning smell in the air.

It seems that the firecrackers here are not firecrackers but real firecrackers.

A few children squatted on the ground, looking for the rest of the plaything, watching the lively crowd not yet dispersed.

In the restaurant not far away, Su Ziye was wearing a mask and drinking jasmine tea. No emotions could be seen on his face.

Jing Jiu ignored him and landed directly in the backyard.

"It's too dangerous ... it would be really dangerous if he used the Buddha's words from the beginning."

"And he's right, you can't collect Tian Lei every time and come back again!"

"Hey, say you!"

The white cat lay on his shoulders and kept meowing.

Jing Jiu ignored it, waved a few bamboo branches, and walked towards the study.

The white cat reached out and tugged his torn earlobe, and said in the sense of wisdom: "Your body is not as strong as you think, so be careful."

Jing Jiu ignored him and walked down the stairs into the study.

The study was quiet, there was no sound of friction between the pen tip and the paper, and no sound of grinding ink.

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

Yizhou Zhizhou was sitting on a chair behind the table, his head slightly tilted, his face pale, without breath, he was already dead.

Well Jiu glanced at Zhuo Rusui.

Zhuo Rusui said innocently: "I used Cheng Tianjian as a battlefield to control every small part of his body, and even the meridians were locked. How could he know how to commit suicide?"

Jingjiu didn't say anything, this Zhizhou alive is of little significance. The person who is not good at Lin Lao is best at killing people and killing himself without leaking information. Master Huiyuan did not accept his condition, which shows that in these people's hearts, the real people of Taiping are a more terrible existence than death, or a more respectable existence.

"Su Ziye did not lie to us. Zhizhou is indeed a man of Bu Lao Lin. Tomorrow, he will go to Pinggu Temple to send the second piece of scorching sun."

Zhao Layue handed a small porcelain bottle to Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu opened the small porcelain bottle, looked at the rag inside, and remained silent for a while.

That rag exuded a dark and filthy but hot breath, which was the unique taste of Lieyang.

At the time, Liu Ci and Xuan Yinzong were destroyed with him and Wang Xiaoming's body was naturally broken when Wang Xiaoming was killed.

Two of them fell into Su Ziye's hands.

As the former master of Xuanyin Sect, Su Ziye moved faster than Fengdaojiao and Shenwei Army.

They were able to find Master Huiyuan. They found the Zhizhou through the fragments of the impotence of the sun in the hands of Su Ziye, and then found Pinggu Temple.

The first piece of scorching sun should now be in Taiping's hands.

Jing Jiu waved his sleeves, and everything in the study floated.

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Hundreds of books flipped on their own, as they did with Zenzi in Guocheng Temple last summer.

Gu Qing knew that he was not good enough and exited the study. Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui managed to look for a while and closed their eyes-the pages of the book turned too fast, the details in those pens and inks, and curtain letters were too much. Complexity is like a sea of ​​stars. They can't observe in the slightest. Forced support will cause internal injuries.

Jing Jiujing looked at the "details" quietly and suddenly said, "The ship is at sea."

Zhuo Rushuang was very emotional, thinking that this nonsense was really amazing.

That ship is a treasure ship, of course only at sea.

It's like a big goose stew in a wok, but of course only in a wok.

Jing Jiu went on to say: "The sea of ​​ice storms."

Hearing this name, Zhao Layue looked slightly stunned, and Zhuo Rusui snored nervously, like eating a whole pot of stewed goose.