The pilgrims responded and applauded.

"That won't happen!" Hu Sanshu leaned out and shouted, "Our young lady is still alive, waiting for the abbot and Elder Dazhi to treat her! If she is thrown in the Talin, if there is any fault, who can I pay for her life?"

Seeing that everyone was quarreling again, the monk instructed to stop him and said, "Dear donors, Talin is the place where the relics of monks in this temple are stored. It should not be open to outsiders, but today the situation is special, so it is only cheap to do things." He turned to Xu Xuan on the upstairs, and Hu Sanshu bowed ten times and said, "Tallin is the holy place of this temple. The protection is very strict, so donors don't have to worry. If you are really worried, you can also follow the coffin and guard it on your side. How about it?"

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The full moon rises and hangs on the eaves of the tower.

The pagoda forest of Jinshan Temple has stored relics of thousands of monks over the past eight hundred years. Hundreds of stone pagodas are erratic and illuminated by the moonlight. The bright spots are as white as frost and snow, and the deep spots are dark and hazy, with ghosts everywhere.

It has passed Qingming Festival, and the cold wind on the river is still biting, rolling to the top of the mountain, and it is even more like a cut. Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down, tens of thousands of lamps connected into one, spreading along the Jinshan Temple to the foot of the mountain. The two sides of the river are reflected in red and spectacular.

The breath is full of strong incense smell, and the ears are filled with the sound of chanting scriptures, preaching scriptures, the sound of wooden fish and stone chimes, and the sound of silk and bamboo music... one after another, solemn and solemn...

At this night, I don’t know how many believers and pilgrims were coming from all over the Song Dynasty, burning incense and lighting lamps, and bowing step by step.

When Xu Xuan was young, he attended two water and land fairs at Jinshan Temple with Aunt Zhen. He was familiar with this grand occasion. When he remembered the scene of riding on his father's neck and shoulders, being pushed by the crowd, and he couldn't stop looking at the Cishou Tower on the top of the mountain. He couldn't stop tears from storing his eyes and heartache was as painful as a twist. In his blurred vision, he seemed to see Aunt Zhen raised his head and smiled infinitely lovingly again.

As long as he can remember, his parents didn’t know how much incense and how many wishes they had burned in this temple. God, hey, God! If there were really gods and Bodhisattvas in the world, how could they bear to let the kind and innocent people die unjustly? If there were no Bodhisattvas, what would you use to have these countless Buddha statues in the temple?

He was filled with sadness and anger. His five fingers, which were holding the edge of the stone tower, unconsciously pinched them in. The powder rustled and almost collapsed. Hu Sanshu was carefully moving the lid of the coffin, but was startled and turned around. Fortunately, the monks guarding the tower forest were busy lifting and putting up dozens of coffins, without realizing it. However, the jackdaw on the top of the tree was so shocked that they cried to the sky and the branches and leaves shook.

Xu Xuan calmed down and took out the Qiankun bag from his arms. He shook it, and a female corpse in white fell off. He opened the bag and silently recited the magic formula into the coffin. The whirlwind stormed Bai Suzhen into the bag.

Hu Sanshu hurriedly picked up the white-clothed female corpse on the ground, stuffed it into the coffin, tidied up her clothes, and covered it with the lid. The female corpse was a blind prostitute who was strangled to death for no reason. Her body was stored in the yamen and stole it by Li Gongfu overnight. Xu Jiaorong used the "Painful Flower" poison needle to stab her a few small mouths, and she made a little change. Xu Xuan brought her here to "change the prince".

Jinshan Temple is not the same as the place. The monk Ruyun, if he had not used this method, there would be no possibility of taking Bai Suzhen into the Cishou Tower. Although Elder Dazhi had opened the coffin and took the pulse for Bai Suzhen, he had never looked at his face due to the rules and regulations. Even if he opened the coffin again to check, it would be difficult to distinguish the authenticity. As for Fahai, he was mostly imprisoned in the precepts hall at this time, and the law enforcement monk repeatedly questioned it and then decided how to hand it over to the government for review. When he came here to open the coffin and confront it, he had already turned the Cishou Tower upside down.

Xu Xuan had just tucked the Qiankun bag into his arms, and a fire broke out from the foot of the mountain, and someone screamed: "It's time to go! It's time to go!" Then, flames gushed down from a distance, and red lights danced, and there was a sudden shock.

The monks on the top of the mountain changed their faces, and they didn't care about the coffins, rushed out of the tower forest and rushed towards the fire at the foot of the mountain. The water and land Dharma Assembly was crowded with people, and there were incense and candles everywhere. The most feared was a fire. Once the fire spread, the crowd would trample on each other at the least, and the whole island would fall into the sea of ​​fire, with unimaginable consequences.

Xu Xuan did not hesitate and turned around and rushed towards Cishou Tower. Needless to say, the pirates who pretended to be pilgrims were released, so that they could lure the tiger away from the mountain and create a precious opportunity for him to find the Liuhe Coffin. He just told Li Gongfu to make some trouble, but he didn't expect that these pirates were so boundless that they simply set fire.

I don’t know what mockery they added to the fire, and "boom" sounded, and several fire dragons soared into the sky were sprayed in the south and north of the mountains, black smoke rolled, and the earth was shaking.

Jinshan Temple was in a mess, screaming and screaming everywhere. The two monks guarding under Cishou Tower couldn't help but run to the edge of the cliff and looked around.

Cishou Tower is nearly twenty feet high, with a total of seven floors, built with stone and wood, with golden tiles on the eaves, which are magnificent. It is surrounded by dense trees and surrounded by stone towers, which is the perfect place to hide.

Xu Xuan's waist rushed between a large camphor tree and a stone tower. Seeing that there were no monks under the tower, he rushed to several peach trees on the south side of the tower base like lightning.

The heavens and man were sympathetic and listened with their ears. In addition to the two monks guarding the gate outside the tower, there were thirteen people, two of them were on the third floor, three were on the highest floor on the top of the tower, and eight were on the first floor on the underground floor.

He felt a stern. When he "traveled" from Liuhe Coffin to the Cishou Tower yesterday, he was in the caucus room at the bottom of the tower. Did the monks in Jinshan Temple noticed that there was something wrong and had sent additional personnel to guard the left and right?

He took out Luo Yuanjun's bronze compass from his arms, but the golden needle did not move at all, and he felt even more suspicious. This compass was a magical tool for searching for Liuhe coffin. That day, it was more than a hundred feet away from the abdomen of the mountain. The golden needle had sensed the divine coffin, buzzing and trembling; at this moment, he was close to the tower chamber, so how could he have no reaction?

Xu Xuan remembered the hole that was peeking out at the bottom of the tower the night before. He reached out to explore the foundation for a while, and found the small hole as big as a grain of rice. He stared close to it and saw nothing dark. In order to find out the clues, he could only drill a wall into it. He pulled out the "dragon teeth" and inserted it into the crack of the rock. Unexpectedly, with a "ding" sound, sparks burst out, and a small gap broke out in the tip of the knife that was as sharp as mud.

I woke up immediately: "Yes! The arc wall of the tomb chamber is made of mixed gold, how can it be easily cut open?" I swept the mind and found that the iron wall in the stone wall was about half a foot thick. I don't know that it was made of He Qi's iron, which was indestructible. When I thought of the small hole, I couldn't help but be shocked. I wonder who in the world had such shocking power that could penetrate such iron walls?

He felt unwilling to accept it, so he lowered his body and tried around the foundation of the tower several times, without any gaps. When he arrived at the northwest side, a very subtle voice came from under the tower.

He stuck to the pagoda and listened intently. A gentle and thick voice asked, "Facheng, what happened outside?" Another young voice replied respectfully: "The Heavenly King Hall, Miaogao Platform, and Lanka Platform have left. Master Daren and Elder Juexian have been evacuating the pilgrims and arranged to put out the fire. Don't worry about the abbot."

Xu Xuan thought, "It turns out that the abbot of Jinshan Temple is here. Elder Dazhi said to invite him, is it also in the tower?"

Sure enough, I heard Dazhi's voice saying, "Today, there are nearly 10,000 pilgrims, so don't make any mistakes. Senior brother, I'll go and check it out and go back."

Another voice of breathlessness said, "Wait... wait, Su Qing, you... take this 'Nectar Bottle' and go with Elder Dazhi to put out the fire and save the life. There is no wind and waves, you... be careful..." After saying half a sentence intermittently, suddenly coughing violently again.

Xu Xuan's heart moved, it turned out to be the nun of Cihang Jingzhai.

Last night, Li Qiuqing and the round-faced nun went to Cishou Tower to beg for the "Monkey of Compassion" to save her master. The voice was so weak, I guess it was Master Huizhen who had met on the sea that day. It was rumored that she was beaten to death by Lin Lingsu. From this voice, it was true.

Dazhi said: "Amitabha, thank you, Master." After a while, with a "creak", the light shook, and someone pushed the door out of the tower.

The first one was a fat monk in his twenties, carrying a lantern. He thought it was the "Facheng". Behind him was a beautiful girl in white, holding a light green jade bottle in her right hand, which was Li Qiuqing.

Dazhi followed him, his cassock was swelling, and his white beard was floating. He didn't know what was going on. He suddenly turned his head and his eyes were like lightning, looking at Xu Xuanxiu.

Xu Xuan was furious and held his breath to concentrate. Fortunately, his eyes swept over the peach tree above his head and then moved to the stone tower more than ten feet away. He saw the full moon in the sky, under the blue and black night sky, two blood-red strange birds standing on the top of the tower, looking around.

The two strange birds looked like carvings but not carved, with green eyes and sharp beaks, their bodies were as big as adults, their feathers were sparse, and they were like sharp blades, and they shone with red light like blood in the moonlight. When they looked closely, they found that the two strange birds were actually a two-headed bird, one with only the left wing, the left claw, the other with only the right wing, and the right claw, and their bodies seemed to be sewn together, which was extremely ugly and weird.

The winged bird! Xu Xuan was shocked and almost screamed. The fierce and ferocious two-headed bird in front of him was actually a ferocious bird raised by the Demon Emperor Lu Chengchou!

When he was captured by Lin Lingsu to the deep mountains of Shennongjia, the ferocious bird fought with him in order to protect Lu Chengchou, whose hands and feet were cut off. In the end, he luckily cut off Lu Chengchou's head and knocked the evil beast off the cliff. After a long time, he only thought that he had died very much, but he didn't expect to meet here again today.

The winged bird spread its beak, flapping its wings and rushing to the grassland, and its every move was silent, like a ghost. Xu Xuan couldn't help but shiver. With his keen mind power at the moment, he could not notice when the strange bird would fly into the top of the mountain. Could it be that it was not a living creature, but a ferocious bird flying out of hell?

Dazhi frowned slightly, and obviously recognized the origin of the evil bird. He stopped and said, "Amitabha, Master Su Qing, I'm sorry, you can follow the Dharma and go to put out the fire. I'll stay here for a while."

Li Qiuqing turned her head and glanced at Biyi Bird, and let out a low cry with a "ah". Facheng's face suddenly changed. He pulled out the knife on his waist with his back hand. Dazhi winked, and then he turned his face red and pressed the knife back into the sheath.

The bird of wings was not afraid, and walked towards Cishou Tower with its head held high and arrogantly. Xu Xuan's heart jumped a lot. Could it be that this evil beast had discovered himself and found revenge for the master? He was not afraid of a mere ferocious bird, but was just disturbed by it. It would be even more difficult to steal the Liuhe coffin without knowing it.

Fortunately, the evil bird was not for him. When he walked to the peach tree under the tower, he suddenly opened his sharp beaks, his neck trembled, and screamed wildly, flapping his wings into the sky, and flew around the tower dozens of turns.

The harsh and shrill whistling overwhelmed all the noise, causing monks on the top of the mountain to search for it. The pilgrims at the foot of the mountain were even more terrified. They forgot to run away for a moment and couldn't help but look up at each other.

After a moment of silence, someone suddenly screamed: "Ghost Fiery Bird! This is the ghost Fiery Bird in hell! It is here with the evil spirit and the ghost fire!

When Xu Xuan heard this voice, he knew that Zhao Yi was making a fuss in the crowd again. Most of the pilgrims were foolish and superstitious people. When they heard the wind, they were raining. When they heard this, they started to push and run away again. In an instant, dozens of people were knocked to the ground and screamed everywhere.

Dazhi whispered loudly: "Don't be afraid, this bird is just an ordinary deformed two-headed bird, and it is definitely not a 'ghost stunning bird'. The fire in the temple has nothing to do with it." He used his true energy, and the echo rolled like thunder, overwhelming the strange screams of the biwinged bird.

Li Qiuqing rolled up her sleeves and threw the clean bottle held in her palm into the sky. With a "bang", silver light shone everywhere, and a stream of water gushed out from the mouth of the bottle, just like the collapse of the sky and the heavy rain poured down.

In an instant, the fire suddenly decreased, the fog steeply evaporated, and the mountain was stormed and quickly turned into a tide-like cheer. Xu Xuan Daqi, unexpectedly, there was a water like a river and lake hidden in this small bottle, which was endless.

The winged bird seemed extremely angry, and he screamed and circled several times, dived down, and hit the spire of the Cishou Tower, and the stone tiles collapsed. Before everyone could come to their senses, it had already swung back and slanted, hitting the south side of the spire again, breaking the two eaves corners.

The three monks on the top of the tower were shocked and annoyed, and rushed out and rushed towards the demon bird. The demon birds roared at the same time, "Huh! Huh!" Several fireballs were spewed out, like a rush. The monk who rushed in front had no time to dodge, and suddenly got on fire and screamed and fell down.

The second monk barely changed direction in the air, but could not avoid the right wing sweeping towards the demon bird. With a "chi" sound, blood shot out, and his whole left arm was shoulder-to-shoulder, and his hands and feet fell on the eaves of the sixth floor tower, continuing to roll down. The third monk was pecked at his right eye, covered his head with both hands, and hissed, and fell heavily on the spire of the stone tower below, killing him.

The cheers of the mountains suddenly turned into screams again. Dazhi shouted, "You dare to do this!" The Zen stick broke through the air with his hands and turned into a golden light, and collided with the Bird of Wings.

"Boom!" The light waves swayed violently, and the feathers broke. The monster bird screamed and was shaken dozens of feet away by the seven-color ripples. It swung its wings and swayed violently, and then rushed towards the top of the tower.

"Relics!" Facheng suddenly woke up and shouted, "Uncle Master, this evil beast wants to steal Master Zhaoying's relics..."

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