The Path Toward Heaven

Master Huiyuan is the elder of the Tonghua Temple, with profound Dharma and extraordinary realm.

Kunlun Elder Chen Wen was a powerful sword repairer who broke the sea, but he was killed by a blow. Even the cloud boat of the Zhongzhou School was not afraid of him.

At this time, he felt a strong danger.

This has something to do with distance. At that time, the cloud boat of Zhongzhou School was in the high altitude close to the virtual realm, but Jing Jiu was in front of him.

Does n’t Qingshan Jianxiu usually keep his distance from his opponent?

His eyes fell on Jing Jiu's hands.

The hand was as white as jade, with no flaws, like a piece of art, but very scary, as if there were countless thunderbolts in it.

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

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

The green light illuminates his figure, gradually merges with the Buddha statue, and the breath becomes more leisurely and profound.

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

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Jia Jia is doing ore trading. In addition to local officials in Yizhou, there are also big figures in Chaoge City who do backstage, which is naturally unfavorable in the business field.In just a few decades, Jia Sheng became a famous rich man in Yizhou City. Although he is still far from being qualified to compare with the big families supported by the sectarian cults, it is also extremely beautiful.

As the New Year is approaching, the Jia family feasted on the officials and businessmen who were familiar with each other, and was busy in the front yard while discussing the important thing tomorrow.

Innumerable delicacies are sent to the court like flowing water, in the warm spring-like courtyard, without the slightest breath of winter, and the smell of wealth and enjoyment is everywhere.

Pinggu Temple is the Jia's home temple. It is a long distance away from the garden of Jia House across a stream and half a mountain.

Ada lay on the courtyard wall of Pinggu Temple, looking at the liveliness in the distance, there was no envy in his eyes, only indifference, looking deep could even find a hint of vicissitudes.It's much more prosperous than red dust. Where can you see this richness 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, and they are already in a coma. The most convenient is the little Sha Mi.

Looking at the apse, there was a worried look in its eyes.

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

Fortunately, Jing Jiu is not easy to die. After a while, it's really a big deal.

Bang!

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

A big eye pupil shrinks, the white hair covered 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 Jia's house, the officials and businessmen who were drinking and talking jumped and looked towards the sky, thinking what happened?

"It's actually thundering, is it going to rain?" The famous manager said subconsciously.

Jia Sheng looked coldly at the affair and was about to reprimand a few words, and suddenly a more terrifying thunder burst!

Immediately afterwards, countless thunder sounds rushed one after another!

The wind screamed, Liang Zhu creaked, the ground shook, and there was smoke and dust everywhere, and there was a thin shadow wall that collapsed directly.

"Moving! It's moving!"

"Run!"

"Go help the old lady!"

"Pinggu! Pinggu Temple is down!"

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

The officials and businessmen could no longer keep calm, and reached the bottom of the table at the fastest speed.

The maid and the servants ran around crying and crying, the sky was covered by smoke and dust, and there was chaos and darkness everywhere.

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Pinggu Temple really fell.

The three temples and the monasteries were all ruined.

The courtyard wall also became a pile of lines.

Ada was a little surprised, and turned into a white lightning flashed back towards the temple.

The apse has disappeared, and the beams, statues, lanterns, and walls have become wood chips, gravel, gold, and red bricks.

In the terrible ground, there are many more subtle fragments that are difficult to see with the naked eye-those fragments of rosary beads, which are melted from red gold and tan stone, then turned into golden red powder , Together with the red brick, but still exudes the majesty and power of vajra.

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

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

His eyes were blind, blood spilled from the inside, wet his white eyebrows, and then dripped slowly, just like the vitality in his body.

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

His dry lips twitched slightly, and a golden glowing text flowed out of his lips, rising with the wind, like leaves growing in the spring breeze.

Looking at the scene, Ah Da's pupils shrank, and he became very vigilant, ready to bite off the old monk's head.

Those words with golden light are Buddhist words, similar to the runes of Yi Mao Zhai, but they are more dangerous.

What Ada worried about did not happen, because those Buddha words could not lip out, and those green leaves could not be born, they broke off from the roots and fell down.

Countless invisible sword intentions float above the ruins of Pinggu Temple.

It is the sharpest sword in the world, and it is better than the second sword.

The leaves that seemed to be written with ink fell on the ruins and spattered into gold dust.

Only the text itself, the voice of Master Huiyuan, remains.

"You will never find a real person."

The white eyebrows covered by the old monk were all wet with blood, and they looked extremely miserable and terrible.

"Thunder's anger will not last long."

The white eyebrows fell with the cold wind and spilled two bloods.

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

"Your return is because the world needs you, and you will eventually realize this, so as to achieve true peace."

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

After saying this, countless thunderbolts emerged from beneath his monk's clothing, making a series of dense noises.

It's like a firecracker during the Chinese New Year.

In the sound of firecrackers, his body was transformed into powder, which blended with the powder in the ruins.

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The winter wind calmed down, the smoke gradually fell, and the chaos in Jia's house was finally brought under control.

Jia Sheng got out from under the desk with the help of the manager, and quickly made you see what happened to the officials.

The courtyard was not seriously damaged, just fell down the wall, and there were no serious casualties. The people who watched the blood flow through their heads were not in danger.

Pinggu Temple in Houshan really turned into ruins.

Soon there was a reward for management, and the monks in the temple woke up in a coma, but nothing happened. The senior monk who had just taken over as the abbot soon ... disappeared.

Jia Sheng looked at the ruins over there, his pale face filled with daze, wondering what happened.

Then he remembered that tomorrow, Master Zhizhou will bring his family to come to meditation, what can I do ...

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There was a pile of shredded red paper 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.

Several children squatted on the ground, looking for the remaining playthings, to see that the lively crowd had not dispersed.

In the restaurant not far away, Su Ziye was wearing a mask and drinking jasmine tea, and could not see any emotion on her face.

Jing Jiu ignored him and fell directly into the back garden.

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

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

"Hey, say you!"

The white cat lay on his shoulder and kept meowing.

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

The white cat reached out and pulled out his missing earlobe, and said in his consciousness: "Your body is not as strong as you think, so be careful."

Jing Jiu ignored him, and walked down the stone steps into the study.

The study was very quiet, there was no sound of rubbing the nib with the paper surface, and no sound of rubbing ink.

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

Yizhou Zhizhou was sitting on the chair behind the table, his head slightly tilted, his face pale, no breath, he was dead.

Jing Jiu glanced at Zhuo Rusui.

Zhuo Rusui said innocently, "I used Chengtianjian as an array to control every detail of his body, and even the meridians were locked. How could he know how to commit suicide."

Jing Jiu didn't say anything, and it didn't make much sense to know that the state was alive. The people who are not Lao Lin are best at killing people and killing themselves and not leaking.Master Huiyuan did not accept his condition, indicating that in the hearts of these people, Taiping people are more terrible than death, or more respectable.

"Su Ziye didn't lie to us. Zhizhou was indeed a non-Lao Lin man. Tomorrow he went to Pinggu Temple to send the second piece of Lieyang stream."

Zhao Layue handed a small porcelain bottle to Jing Jiu.

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

That piece of cloth exudes a dark and evil but hot atmosphere, which is the unique taste of Lieyangwa.

When Liu Ci and him destroyed the Xuanyin Sect and killed Wang Xiaoming, the Lieyang streamer that Wang Xiaoming wrapped around him naturally shattered.

Two of them fell in Su Ziye's hands.

As the once master of Xuanyin Sect, Su Ziye moved faster than Fengdaojiao and Shenweijun.

They were able to find Master Huiyuan, and found this Zhizhou through the fragments of the Lieyang stream in Su Ziye's hands, and then found Pinggu Temple.

The first fragment of the Lieyang streamer should now be in the hands of Taiping people.

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

The heavy stone inkstone floats like fallen leaves, and the light scroll is still in the air, and various things slowly rotate to show all the details of yourself.

Hundreds of books flipped on their own, just like talking to Zen in Guocheng Temple last summer.

Gu Qing knew that his realm was not enough, and withdrew from the study. Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui managed to read it for a while, and closed their eyes—the pages turned too fast, and there were too many details in the pen, ink, paper, and curtain letters. The complexity is like the Xinghai, they can't observe the details, and forced support will be injured internally.

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

Zhuo Rusui is very emotional, thinking that this nonsense is really breathtaking.

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

It's like stewing a big goose in an iron pan, of course, only in an iron pan.

Jing Jiu continued, "Ice Storm Sea."

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