Chapter 304: By the Order of the Buddhas of the Ten Directions (4000)
"Uh-huh."
Before Qin Yao could think of how to reply, a magnificent sword energy suddenly fell from the sky and manifested in mid-air into a young man with a temperament as sharp as a sword.
The man was dressed in black, with black hair, black eyes, sword-shaped eyebrows, a face like a crown jade, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was as clear as spring water: "Bashu swordsman Ye Baimei, on the orders of the Holy Lady of Montenegro, congratulates Mr. Qin on his success in becoming an official and offers a congratulatory gift.
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"Bashu Sword Immortal Ye Baimei!" someone murmured to himself.
More famous disciples’ eyes sparkled, like star chasers seeing their idols!
The steep mountains and abyss of Bashu in China have a strange and dangerous terrain, and countless strange people and swordsmen have appeared there since ancient times.
With the goal of immortality, they ate and slept in the open air, sneaking among the mountains, gathering the essence of heaven and earth to practice martial arts.
Thousands of years ago, all the lands in Shu Mountain regarded Emei as their lord. After the disaster of Youquan Blood Demon, the Shu Mountain Alliance headed by Emei was crippled. The remaining people gathered together, with Emei Mountain as the main peak, and today's Shu Mountain was formed.
group.
Thanks to the innate environmental advantages and the support from the upper world, Shushan is now one of the most famous sects in the entire spiritual world.
There is no weak person who can make a name for himself under the glory of Shushan Sect. Sword Immortal Ye Baimei was famous three hundred years ago. He is an independent leader among Shushan Swordsmen and has a lot of reputation in the spiritual world.
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"Whoosh..."
In mid-air, Ye Baimei waved his sleeves, and a stream of light descended, manifesting into a book in front of Qin Yao. On the dark blue cover, four large characters were neatly written: Poems of the King of Liao.
"Poetry slips of the King of Liao!!!"
Beside Qin Yao, the old master grabbed the book in his hand, his eyes filled with joy.
Maoshan once had eight treasures that guarded the mountain, including jade seals, jade guis, inkstones, jade talismans, one volume of "Poetry Slips of the King of Liao", a Jing Zhen Jade Target Sword, and twelve scrolls of "Simple Poems of the Great Cave Scroll of the Shangqing Dynasty".
"Secret Records of the Great Cave of the Shangqing Dynasty" twelve scrolls.
Probably due to the war, all the last four treasures were lost... Just now the Sword Demon sent Jing Zhenyu's sword, and now the Sword Demon brought the Liao King's poem slips. In an instant, the two treasures returned to the mountain. As the leader, he was not overjoyed.
He was already trying hard to restrain himself.
Qin Yao didn't know what the Slips of the King of Liao were, but just judging from the performance of the old leader at the moment, this thing was probably not vulgar...
"The congratulatory gifts have been sent. I'll take my leave."
The swordsman bowed his hands numbly, as if forced to do business, and then disappeared.
"Qin Yao, this poem slip of the King of Liao..." The old master said with a smile, holding a sword in his left hand and writing in his right hand.
The corner of Qin Yao's mouth twitched: "Is it also a sacred object lost in Maoshan?"
"That's right, that's right." The old leader looked at him with shining eyes, full of some hints.
Qin Yao turned a blind eye to this hint and raised his head to look at the sky.
For some reason, he felt that this matter might not be over yet!
"Hey~"
Just as the old master was about to give this miser a further lesson, a crisp sound of a knife suddenly sounded in the sky. Looking up, he saw someone coming with a knife, and the force of the knife seemed to tear the void apart.
"In Xiaguan Jinfei, by order of the Saint of Montenegro, I wish to congratulate Mr. Qin on his great success and offer him a congratulatory gift."
"Crazy Sword Guan Jinfei." In the crowd, those practitioners who were shocked and shocked were speechless, but the other party's title suddenly popped up in their minds.
Qin Yao twitched the corner of his mouth and asked: "Isn't what you brought also the sacred object of Maoshan?"
Guan Jinfei grinned, flew down the magic sword, raised his hand and summoned a bunch of things, and put them into the arms of Qin Yao, who had a blank look on his face: "The twelve scrolls of "Simple Poems on the Great Cave Scroll of the Shangqing Dynasty", I wonder if they are your sacred objects."
"Yes, yes." Before Qin Yao could speak, the overjoyed old master could no longer hold his nerve.
There are three pieces. Three of the four lost treasures are back. Will there be more later?
Thinking like this, the old master couldn't help but look up at the sky.
There is only one thing left...
Guan Jinfei glanced at the old boss, as if hearing his thoughts, he chuckled: "I won't disappoint you."
After saying that, he raised his steps, and the divine sword suddenly came to his feet with a divine light.
"Mr. Qin, my subordinates say goodbye."
"Subordinate???" Qin Yao slowly narrowed his eyes as he watched Kuang Dao retreat.
Under the repeated interruptions of the Sword Immortal and the Crazy Sword, the old leader had long forgotten the original question, staring at the blue sky and white clouds above his head, silently waiting for a consummation.
"Amitabha."
To everyone's surprise, as a deafening voice sounded, an old monk with white hair and beard stepped slowly into the void.
Heroes from all walks of life, the young monks didn't know who the old monk was, so they didn't make any noise.
But the old master holding the sword and book widened his eyes and said in a rare gaffe: "Master Miaofeng?!!"
Most of the monks that young people can come into contact with today are monks from the Qing Dynasty. Some monks from the Ming Dynasty were dead, living in seclusion, and few were active in the world.
This divine monk who came out of nowhere was a divine monk who was active in the Ming Dynasty. He was once named the "True Son of the Buddha" by Emperor Wanli. The Queen Mother of the same dynasty also worshiped him as her teacher and called him "a role model to others and the mainstay of the Dharma."
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Now that the Ming Dynasty has gone far away, and all the legendary figures have gone into seclusion, the old master never thought that one day he would meet the eminent monks he met in his childhood!
"Are you the contemporary leader of Maoshan?" Miaofeng said with a smile.
"Junior Chen Qingyan, pay homage to the senior." While the old master saluted, he couldn't help but think in his heart: The first three are enough, but the Black Mountain Saint can actually command Master Miaofeng???
This is unimaginable!
"Not bad." Miaofeng took a deep look at him, praised him, and then looked at Qin Yao: "Are you Qin Yao?"
Qin Yao: "???"
Why is this old man so polite to me?
"Junior Qin Yao, pay homage to the master." With deep doubts, Qin Yao bowed and saluted.
In his opinion, the head of his family has to bow his hands in salute and call himself senior, so being a little casual on his own would be the same as being arrogant, so it would be better to be more steady.
Unexpectedly, seeing him salute, Miaofeng's expression changed, and he subconsciously avoided it, saying repeatedly: "No, no..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Qin Yao: "???"
What's not to do?
Old boss: "???"
I can salute, but he can't?
After all, am I not as good as him?
As for others, they were even more confused.
This kind of thing beyond their cognition makes them almost lose their ability to think.
"The poor monk is here to congratulate you, layman, on the order of the Buddhas of the ten directions." Miaofeng clasped his hands together and said politely: "You are a friend of the Buddhas of the ten directions. The poor monk dare not be disrespectful to you.
Let alone asking you to salute."
Qin Yao: "..."
Old boss: "???"
Besides the Black Mountain Saint, what kind of Buddha does he know?
Shi Jian suddenly panicked.
This is both a saint and a Buddha, so it’s a bit scary.
Just a person... no, it seems to be an Earth Master, but it's strange for a mere Earth Master to be able to come into contact with this kind of existence, isn't it?
In fact, he was not the only one who was panicked, all the Maoshan disciples who belonged to his camp were panicked.
This unfolding is so damn scary!
How many things did Qin Yao do behind their backs?
How many other terrifying secrets does he hide?
His eyes swept over the panicked faces of the Shi Jian sect, the complicated faces of the old leader, and the dumbfounded audience. Qin Yao wanted to say that I was not familiar with Shifang, but his reason told him that if he said so,
Not only would no one believe it, but everyone would think he was just showing off.
The Buddha was so free that he specially found someone to congratulate an unfamiliar person!
"This is a congratulatory gift personally found by the Buddhas from all directions." Miaofeng turned his hands and took out a bunch of things, like a mad knife, and placed them in Qin Yao's arms: "Congratulations to layman Qin on joining Fengdu."
The old master stretched his head and took a look at the pile of things, and his heart suddenly became ecstatic.
Done.
Done.
Now it's complete.
The four lost treasures were found during his tenure as head... well, they were sent back. What is this? This is obviously his achievement!
Even if he were to resign on the spot, he would not have to worry about his legacy.
Turning his head and taking a deep look at Qin Yao, the old leader once again confirmed what he was thinking: If this guy is not the leader of Maoshan, he will definitely be a loss for all of Maoshan.
For the benefit of Maoshan and the foundation of the founder, he should be the head of the family appropriately or not... Want to run away? No way!
"Thank you, Master Miaofeng." The old master took a long breath and saluted again.
Miaofeng smiled slightly: "I am just an errand boy under the seat of the Buddha of the Ten Directions. I don't deserve such a heavy thank you. If I want to thank you, just thank layman Qin."
The old leader: "..."
Let me bow down and say thank you to a disciple. Master, are you serious?
"By the way, the Buddha of the Ten Directions also said that you should go to the West to find him when you have time. He also wants to come to you, but it is too troublesome to go down to earth." Miaofeng stepped into the void and slowly rose towards Qin Yao.
said.
Qin Yao: "..."
Let me go to the west?
This damn guy thinks too highly of me.
Even if I die, I will still go to hell!
"Master Qin, farewell." Miaofeng smiled slightly and waved.
As for the old boss... he is just a junior, he is really too lazy to waste words.
"Goodbye, master." Qin Yao bowed subconsciously, but fortunately he realized what he was doing just as he bowed his head, stood up straight, and responded.
After Miaofeng left, there was silence outside Yuanfu Palace for a long time, until Qin Yao raised a pile of scrolls in his arms: "Master?"
The old master seemed to be waking up from a dream. He put away the book and sword in his hands, raised his sleeves and brushed them against Qin Yao's chest. The pile of scrolls suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"Comrades, please serve as witnesses." The old master shook his sleeves, raised his hands to hundreds of monks and said: "In the name of the master of Maoshan, I give Qin Yao the highest authority outside Maoshan!"
Beside the old master, Shi Jian's pupils shrank, but he could only silently clench his fists.
The credit for bringing back the four holy objects is so great that it deserves the highest authority.
Although he was unwilling to do so, he had to accept it!
From an inconspicuous position, Uncle Jiu looked at this scene with smiles in his eyes. He was so happy that he wanted to hum a tune. Fortunately, he did not fall into a state of selflessness and finally restrained himself.
This may be the mentality of a master (father). As you get older, your child's glory will become your own glory.
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It was night in a blink of an eye.
In Yuanfu Palace, Uncle Jiu was sitting next to Qin Yao. Watching him devouring his food, he couldn't help but said: "Eat slowly, no one will grab it for you now."
In fact, no one robbed him during the day, but since the four hermits brought the Four Treasures of Maoshan, no matter the monks in the same sect or the disciples of other sects, their desire to have a relationship with him has almost exploded, which has led to less talk about it.
Five hundred people came to toast him. They drank from morning till night and almost died at the dinner table.
Even if he could eat something so clean at this moment, it was not because those crazy guys were willing to let him go, but because the old boss forcefully announced the successful conclusion of the celebration when it got dark, and brought a group of high-level officials from outside to see him off.
After teaching everyone, the Yuanfu Palace was emptied, giving Qin Yao a chance to breathe.
"It's so realistic to be poor in the busy city and have no one to care about, and to be rich in the mountains and have distant relatives." Qin Yao said incoherently, taking a small chicken drumstick in his mouth.
Uncle Jiu laughed dumbly: "Who allowed you to be so prominent today? You are both a saint and a Buddha. It can be said that not even one of the people present today can see the gods and Buddhas with their own eyes."
Qin Yao was speechless when he mentioned this. He spat out a bone and said, "If I say that I didn't know anything about it beforehand, would you believe it?"
"I believe it." Uncle Jiu said without hesitation.
"Huh?" A trace of surprise flashed across Qin Yao's face. He didn't even bother to eat. He turned to look at Uncle Jiu: "Based on the trust between master and disciple?"
Uncle Jiu: "Based on the knowledge that you are stingy! Considering your stingy character, if I had known about it in advance, I would have concealed my wealth and silently swallowed those four treasures."
Speaking of the four treasures, Qin Yao suddenly felt distressed: "Xiao Zhuo, ugh... you prodigal woman."
"Snapped."
Uncle Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and slapped him hard on the arm: "You know nothing, in fact, you will make a profit or not lose it."
Qin Yao blinked: "What should I say? Will the boss reward me afterwards?"
"Do you know what the master meant when he said the highest authority during the day?" Uncle Jiu asked.
"Lawless, do whatever you want?"
Uncle Jiu: "???"
"You mean, if I urinate in front of the statue of the Patriarch, the boss will only think that the statue of the Patriarch has been placed in the wrong place?" Qin Yao asked tentatively.
Uncle Jiu: "..."
Are you the father of the boss?
If it were his son, he would have to talk loudly!
"A little weaker than this?" Looking at his expression, Qin Yao knew that he thought too high and had to lower his standards: "Can I beat the elders of my sect at will?"
"Who do you want to beat?" Suddenly, Chen Qingyan, dressed in red robe, walked in.
"Master." The master and apprentice quickly stood up and saluted.
The old leader waved his hand: "No need to be polite, tell me, which elder do you want to beat?"
"Shi Jian." Qin Yao said without thinking.
"Can you beat him?" The old boss expressed doubts.
"A group fight or a sneak attack will definitely work." Qin Yao looked confident.
The old leader: "..."
Forget about a group fight, you still have a sneak attack...
Do you want to be shameless???
"No, you can't do this." The old boss stared at him for a while, but the more he looked, the more worried he became, and threatened: "If you dare to do this, I will deal with you."
Qin Yao looked annoyed: "You are killing the donkey..."
"Shut up." Uncle Jiu kicked him and admonished: "Don't be disrespectful to the leader."
"Lin Jiu, there is no need to go up and down the line. If he is only obedient and doesn't dare to say a thing in front of me, I won't value him so much." The old boss said with a smile.