Dripping blood surged through the grass and seeped into the soil.
In the broken eye sockets, the eyes that once belonged to Jiufenghai stared silently at the sky.
Reflects the academy alarm talisman that is triggered by the user's death.
Phew—pop!
Brilliant fireworks bloomed high in the sky, illuminating the mountains and forests below as bright as day.
Several monks who were keeping vigil in the bell tower naturally noticed this conspicuous phenomenon, picked up their short sticks and ran towards the fireworks, shouting as they ran,
"What is that?"
"Someone triggered the mountain defense formation?!"
"Go and inform the abbot..."
The voice is stuck.
The monk rushed out of the door and stood still.
The blooming fireworks are frozen in the night sky.
The wind no longer flows,
The dust no longer flies,
Everything in the world seems to be frozen.
Then,
"...Hold the news and go quickly"
The monk opened and closed his mouth, making strange noises, then retreated into the house and closed the door.
The fireworks in the night sky shrank to a point again, fell downward, and converged back into the talisman.
The fallen leaves slowly fly up and hang on the branches again.
The broken corpse on the edge of the ban is quickly restored and healed.
...
Breathe in.
Breathe in.
Wearing the night clothes, Jiu Fenghai stood there in a daze, with his mouth slightly open, breathing in the cool breeze of the summer night.
He still maintained the posture of taking the paper crane from his arms, frowning unconsciously.
Didn't he want to use the paper crane to explore the Jialan Sect's mountain guarding formation? Why was he suddenly... stunned.
He shook his head violently, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, and was about to control the paper crane to fly.
The sound of the Buddha in the far distance in the direction of the pagoda suddenly stopped, and the mountain guarding formation surrounding the mountains also stopped shaking.
Tsk, the opportunity has been missed.
Jiu Fenghai pursed her lips tightly and looked at the increasingly noisy temple. She had no choice but to put away the paper cranes and follow the shadows to escape back to the wing.
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"Abbott, we have checked and there is nothing stolen on the third floor."
"Nothing was stolen on the second floor."
"Nothing was stolen on the sixth floor."
"Seven levels of nothingness..."
Under the pagoda, the monks were reporting the situation to Abbot Jiwu.
Like some time ago, nothing was lost in the tower, but things were shifted.
The enlightened abbot nodded and said calmly: "I understand. Let's all go back to our respective meditation rooms. We are not allowed to discuss matters tonight in private. Kongga, you take people to the side room to appease the pilgrims."
The monks dispersed. The troubled abbot looked up at the brightly lit pagoda and asked softly: "Brother, is it possible that an enemy has sneaked into Lingtai Mountain and deliberately caused trouble?"
In addition to opening a bank to make money, Jialan Sect is also famous for its medical skills. As long as the injured person has enough gifts, anyone will treat them.
As a result, I have made countless enemies in the world, and I can't even remember who my mortal enemies are.
"Do you think there are really people in the world who can pass through countless restrictions and come and go freely in the pagoda in front of three uncles and uncles?"
After understanding, the abbot withdrew his gaze and said calmly.
"It is naturally impossible for ordinary monks. Including the master of the Jieyi Sect, the enshrinement of the Sui Palace, and even the four cardinals on Taihao Mountain."
Confused, the abbot changed the topic and said, "But if we use aliens, the situation will be different.
The world is so big, there are all kinds of strange things, and there will always be one or two types of oddities that can echo the current situation."
"Not a Bodhisattva?"
"Brother, please don't joke."
The abbot's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he said quietly: "If the Bodhisattva in the temple really comes to life,
That can only be a demon!"
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Monk Kongwo walks in the corridor outside the Mahavira Hall.
He had just come back to appease the pilgrims, and said that the rains some time ago had caused instability in the mountain rocks and caused strange phenomena in the pagoda, which might continue for some time, so that the pilgrims did not need to panic.
Monk Kuuga's footsteps gradually slowed down, and the unidentified intruder systematically searched the pagoda floor by floor, as if looking for something.
The secret treasures in the pagoda have hidden restrictions, and once they are taken out, they will emit Buddha light.
What is the other party looking for...
While he was thinking about it, he had already reached the Main Hall.
The door of the temple is open, and the lame servant was kneeling on the ground devoutly during the day, polishing the wooden Buddhist altar that was blackened by the flames with horsetail.
There are two small iron buckets placed at the feet.
One bucket contains waxing tools, and the other bucket contains fine sand exuding the aroma of sesame oil. This is fine green brick ash obtained by grinding and filtering green bricks and polishing them with sesame oil. It is often used for polishing and waxing.
"Yang Shijiu?"
Monk Kongga relaxed his brows and said calmly: "It's so late, why are you still here?"
The handyman named Yang Jiu stood up with some difficulty, bowed, and kept gesticulating with his hands to indicate that the monk in the dormitory said that he accidentally knocked over the Buddhist lamp during the day, which was a great disrespect to the Buddha. He punished himself to stay up all night.
The Buddhist altar is polished and waxed, and you are not allowed to eat until it is repaired.
‘Take chicken feathers as arrows.’
Monk Kuuga was speechless in his heart, knowing that this was probably another monk who was too bored and was enjoying himself as a chore, so he said: "No need, re-waxing is a troublesome job.
You go to the dining hall now to find some food. Tomorrow I will find the warehouse manager to replace a Buddhist altar. You can move this table back and slowly mend it in the dormitory.
When someone asks, just write my name."
Yang Shijiu gratefully picked up the two iron buckets, bowed and left, while Monk Kongwo stood there, silently staring at the silent Buddha statue in the hall.
The Sui Empire, which had been peaceful for more than a hundred years outside the mountains, suddenly collapsed, and troubled times have arrived.
I don’t know how many households in the Central Plains will be left alive after this catastrophe.
Monk Kongwo kowtowed devoutly to the Buddha statue, sighed deeply, stood up, stepped out of the Mahavira Hall, and closed the door.
Darkness returned to the palace, and the four Buddhas were silent in front of the Buddha statue.
Click.
One of the Buddha's smiling lips slightly cracked with an imperceptible fine line.
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"Back mountain subsidence?"
"Is the Pagoda okay?"
In the courtyard the next day, the pilgrims who got the news of the landslide were talking about it.
They all left their homes and went up the mountain to accept the protection of the Jialan Sect's mountain guarding formation. If the heavy rain destroyed the formation, then their group would also suffer.
Landslide? How is it possible?
Li Ang and others looked at each other with disbelief in their hearts.
Not to mention whether heavy rain can cause landslides, even if it does happen, what can the Jialan Sect, with so many monks and so many talismans and instruments, do?
A few earth-fixing charms will do the trick.
There are other monks in the crowd who have the same idea.
They were also in small groups, gathering in the corner and talking in low voices.
This chapter has been completed!