A dozen oxcarts pulling refined logs and fired stone bricks are moving slowly up the gentle hillside. These materials will be transported to the newly built temple and become part of the steep mountain.
Three martial artists with similar styles of martial arts hurriedly ran up from the bottom of the mountain and quickly crossed the convoy and ran towards the mountain, as if they had something important to do.
The leader of the convoy frowned and looked up at the temple standing on the cliff a thousand meters away. A month ago, the temple did not have the grandeur it has today. But this time, looking around, the temple already has the solemn appearance of an ancient temple.
mean.
"Is the way of balance really suitable for Ionia?"
It is not just an Ionian who has such doubts. In fact, most Ionians are limited to spiritually aware individuals in their understanding of the Way of Balance.
There is nothing surprising about Lingjue, a master in the spiritual field, founding a sect. As for what the teachings of the Kinkou Sect are, it is insignificant.
"Only time will tell whether it's suitable or not."
"Yeah, only time will tell..."
The small sigh of relief was over, and the team continued to move forward, leaving deep ruts on the dirt road.
The design style of the Kyoji Temple is unique. According to the design goals of the architectural master, the temple built next to the mountain is roughly divided into four major sections, guarding the Kyoji Hall in the center.
A Hall of Nourishing Heart will be set up in the open space in the east. It is quiet and peaceful day and night among the bamboo forests and green plants. It is a holy place for Kyodo believers to meditate and explore the spiritual realm.
A wooden trestle was built on the steep rock wall in the west with a tenon and tenon structure, and a hanging temple was built on the abrupt platform of the mountain. The hanging temple is inhabited by core believers who have a deep understanding of the teachings and have a certain degree of strength. These believers
It is also the main force that goes out to perform tasks.
The Xuanjian Peak in the north guards the climbing route of Longchi Mountain. The peak is constantly windy and snowy all day long. There are several rare medicinal materials for cultivation. It is a rare holy place for ascetics.
Next to the road down the mountain in the south is the Mission Temple, which covers the largest area. The Mission Temple is subdivided into a martial arts arena and a Kyoji Inn. It is the initial place for new Kyodo believers to practice and join the religion, and most of the visitors from outside are also
Stopping at the Preaching Temple, only a few people can get the invitation from the leader of the Kinkou Temple to go to the central Kinkou Hall to learn the way of Kinkou. As for the Hanging Temple, the Hanging Sword Peak and the Yangxin Hall, they are generally not open to the public.
, only core disciples of the sect can go.
After several years of construction, the Kyodo Temple has only completed the basic framework of the main hall in the center and the sermon temple in the south. If it is to be completely completed according to the construction blueprint, it may not take dozens or even hundreds of years to complete it, which is nonsense.
When the motorcade slowly stopped at the Preaching Temple, in the Kung Fu Hall, Ling Jue, the leader of Kung Fu, was demonstrating his own magic-killing sword technique to his core disciples.
A steel sword in Lingjue's hand is full of force and momentum, and his agile movement can move forward, retreat, avoid or block, which makes him feel dazzled.
After demonstrating it twice, Lingjue deliberately slowed down the speed and showed the routine twice again by breaking down the moves. Then he distributed the wooden swords and let a dozen teenagers and girls start to practice on their own.
practise.
The master introduces the disciples, and the practice is personal. The spiritual awareness is just passing on his own hard work. How much he can learn depends entirely on the apprentice's talent and hard work.
"Master Lingjue, Master Huanxue is back. She seems to be a little injured. She asked me to call you over."
A disciple came running from outside the temple. Lingjue made arrangements for his eldest disciple, asking him to continue to supervise and teach the demon-killing swordsmanship, while he walked towards the Preaching Temple.
Going south, the terrain gradually became lower, and after passing through two mountain roads, Lingjue arrived at the Preaching Temple at the foot of the mountain, and soon found Huanxue's room.
"Phantom snow?"
"Master Lingjue, please come in."
A cool voice came from inside the door.
Stepping into the door, a bloody smell hit his face. Seeing that the girl's lower abdomen was already wrapped with a thick bandage, Lingjue couldn't help but frown.
The injuries treated by the spirit caller were all so serious. It was obvious that the girl had encountered an unusual danger this time.
"How could you be so seriously injured?"
"There was more than one spirit, and there were two capable bandits. I killed them all."
The girl's face always remained indifferent, without a trace of smile.
"I came to see Master Lingjue because I wanted to go back to my master's sect to recuperate for a while. After all, this minor injury won't heal for a while. Instead of wasting time lying around in the temple, it would be better to go back and see Master and Avat.
"
If the request is reasonable, Lingjue will naturally not disagree with it.
"Shall I arrange a carriage?"
"No need, I'm not that squeamish yet. Just lie down for one more night and I'll go back tomorrow."
From the beginning to the end, the girl was just explaining things and not talking about anything else. She was just as calm and careless as when she was killing people. If you observe carefully, the girl always has an indifference that refuses people thousands of miles away.
Lingjue knew that this indifference was neither directed at nor directed at him. It was only because he called Liszt away that that happened. Huanxue had always secretly hated herself, but she had never shown it.
After coming out of the girl's room, Lingjue rubbed his brows in annoyance and sighed deeply.
Half a year has passed, and even Ling Jue, who has great trust in Lester's strength, has given up on the idea of luck. He has to admit that his close friend and disciple Elena is completely missing, and the two of them have been lost in the spiritual fascination.
In the formation, it is very likely that there are no corpses left, just like Hidden Dragon, the founder of the Kirigakure style.
Laster's last pull left behind his own life. Otherwise, I'm afraid he would have died in the mental maze, and the Kinkou Sect would have fallen apart under the plot of the Assassin's League.
It is not easy to deal with the big families of the Balance Sect who can afford the salary. In the period when Karma has been reincarnated, without the support of the Aikaxiu family, even the spiritual sense will find it difficult. The deep-rooted Ioni
The pressure brought by the Yagu clan is much greater than imagined. Assassination is only the lowest method. The exchange of interests and the oppression of power are the most troublesome things for him. He is not afraid of hundreds of masked men coming all the way.
If he committed murder and arson, he would only be afraid that three or four decrepit old guys would tap their canes and lightly say, "This is not a good change for Ionia, so tear it down."
In the eyes of most old people, Ionia without any changes is the best Ionia. Even the Balance Temple, which is based on maintaining the stability and balance of Ionia, is not good in the eyes of those old stubborns.
The necessary 'winds of change'.
If it does not need to exist, it should be erased. In order to resist this pressure, Lingjue has paid a lot of price, so that the Temple of Balance was not bulldozed by those warriors who uphold the natural way of Ionia.
Shaking his head, Lingjue remembered another troublesome guy.
This purple-skinned, bald man who was entangled with him had been wandering around Presidence for several months, asking around about Liszt, and even came to live in the Kinkou Temple along the way, which seemed to have taken root on the spot.
.
If their attitude wasn't quite peaceful, just judging from the bald man's behavior, the two of them would be life-and-death enemies, chasing each other to the ends of the earth.
As for the identity of the purple-skinned bald man, Lingjue, who has a family intelligence network, certainly knows that the wandering mage named Ryze is a disciple of Tyrus, the master of the magic association of Blessed Light Island. Ryze searches around the world in the name of wandering.
The world runes, judging from the disasters caused by the world runes, Ryze's actions are still worthy of respect. As for why he found his best friend Liszt, the spiritual sense can only guess that it has something to do with the runes.
For the spiritual sense, no matter whether Liszt has any runes or not, he will not betray any information about Liszt. In addition, the person is gone, and it is meaningless to say anything. Therefore, what Ryze got
There is only perfunctory respect.
Ruiz was not an unreasonable person. He knew that the spiritual sense would not say anything. In addition, it was not difficult to find out Liszt's whereabouts. After knowing that Liszt was likely to die, he stopped deliberately entangled.
At present, Ruiz is living in the sermon temple of the Temple of Balance, leading a rare peaceful life. No matter how strong his willpower is, there are times when Ruiz is really tired, and the prosperous sermon temple is a good place for rest in Ruiz's opinion.
Naturally, Ling Jue would not refuse to agree to Ruiz's small request. In fact, he also liked the feeling of sitting and talking with Ruiz. As a traveler around the world, Ruiz knew the customs and all kinds of interesting secrets.
It is also refreshing enough for the spiritual sense.
"That guy Ritz...could it be that Liszt really...forget it, he's gone, there's no point in saying anything."
Turning around, Lingsense walked towards Ruiz's residence.
Watching the spiritual sense leave, the little white wolf, hiding on the treetops, perfectly concealing his aura, jumped down, turned around and ran away.
"Meaning? Am I being blinded?"
A disciple of the Kinkou sect rubbed his eyes, but the flash of white had disappeared.
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The sky was darkening, and the beautiful sunset at the Preaching Temple had dissipated. Huanxue walked out of bed with difficulty and closed the wooden window.
She used to like the Ionian sunset very much. The golden light beams of different thicknesses spread out from the gaps in the dense clouds, penetrating the gauze-like mist between the trees, like the purity of walking by the sparkling lake.
Fairy, after moving lightly on lotus steps, the life of Tenglong Jingyue is intoxicated in the sunset, and sleeps soundly in the rest.
This is the unique static beauty of Ionia. In the past, what she saw in the sunset was the tenacity and unyielding passion of life, but now she only saw the loneliness and sadness under the sunset.
Holding back the heartbreaking pain in her lower abdomen, Huanxue lit the candle.
The dark blood flying sickle given to her by a man on the table was wiped clean, but Huanxue could still smell the strong smell of blood.
This flying scythe, on which all the good hopes were pinned, had turned into something scarlet unknowingly, but she was content with it. She insisted on pursuing it, just to find the trace of the past between life and death.
Just peaceful.
Holding the flying scythe in hand, he is obsessed with killing, as if he is still accompanied and protected. Every time he kills an enemy, it is that person's salvation for him.
The reason why she joined the Kinkou Sect was simply because the man had such expectations for her.
As a result, the man who had expectations for him never came back.
Gone, except for this touch of blood, all expectations are gone.
Dying in a certain vigorous battle has become the girl's last pursuit. Kirigakure style can only be entrusted to her junior brother, and she has finally embarked on the path of her senior sister.
Picking up the Dark Blood Flying Scythe that was always with her, the girl held it in her arms and curled up alone on the bed, recalling the warmth that never existed in the coldness.
It's so cold, my body is so cold...
"Xiaoxue..."
"Brother-in-law...brother-in-law!?"
She suddenly sat up from the bed, the wound was torn, and blood oozed from her lower abdomen again, but the girl didn't care at all and looked in the direction of the sound.
I don't know when, a strange life appeared in my room. It seemed to be a young northern snow wolf, with a strange magical aura exuding from its body.
"Woo~"
The beautiful young wolf made a purring sound, holding a small bundle in its mouth.
Her body relaxed and the girl who put down the flying sickle had a face full of disappointment and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Sure enough, I still can't let you go...never in this life..."
The little wolf let go of the little bundle, his eyes a little complicated.
"Strange little guy, who asked you to carry something for me?"
"Ooooo~"
Originally it was just a casual question, but the girl was surprised to find that Xiaolang nodded seriously and even stuck out his tongue to look cute.
Such spiritual creatures exist in Ionia, but are rare. Huanxue never thought that she would encounter one one day.
The unusual cuteness made the girl lower her guard a little. She knew that the little wolf was showing kindness to her. The girl wanted to get off the bed and touch the little wolf, but she saw that the little wolf actually jumped on the bed and seemed to want to go to her.
Drill into your own arms.
She didn't want to have too close contact, but the girl found that her body did not reject the contact with the little wolf at all. In the moment of hesitation, the little wolf jumped into her arms, and the girl no longer refused and hugged him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After sniffing the smell of blood, with two mountains pressing on his head, the little wolf who endured the humiliation made a whimpering sound, looking pitiful.
"Okay, okay, I'm fine. This little injury won't kill you."
The girl stroked the little wolf's soft fur a few times, and suddenly she felt a little dizzy and her heart tightened. Just when she realized that she had been tricked, her vision went dark and she lost consciousness.
Huanxue didn't expect that he, who was always vigilant, would overturn in this way. Lester also didn't expect that the sleeping magic he learned from Omelia would actually be used on Huanxue, and even use small tricks on Huanxue.
The way the wolf cub looks is so adorable.
He helped Huanxue, who was about to fall, and placed him on the bed. Lester, who transformed into a human form, frowned and quickly untied the blood-stained bandage.
The three-finger-long incision was originally scabbed by the medicinal powder, but was torn again due to the twisting of the body. Without the obstruction of the bandage, blood began to leak out at an accelerated rate.
"This silly girl doesn't care about her body at all."
The words were full of reproach, but Leicester knew the reason why the girl was belittling him like this, and his breathing couldn't help but become a little erratic.
"This is a fate that cannot be avoided. If you can't let me go, I... can't let you go either."
The man pressed his hands on the wound, and life energy slowly poured into the girl's wound from his palms.
He originally decided to take the letters and inheritance left by Hidden Dragon directly to Kirigakure-ryu master Iris, but he came to Kinkou Temple unknowingly, just because he knew that the girl who missed him the most in Ionia
Most likely here.
Originally, he just wanted to take a look and leave like Ling Jue, so that Liszt, who had feelings for Elena and Xiyue, would be buried in the mental maze, but the man could not helplessly watch the hesitant girl continue to walk with death intentions.
, giving away his life alone.
The love in his heart had been completely cut off at the moment Elena died, but he could not let go of the past love debt, let alone Xiyue's junior sister, he couldn't let it go.
After healing the girl's wounds, he checked the girl's other injuries, and healed several other hidden wounds that had not yet healed. After Lester covered the girl with a quilt, he stood up from the bed and found the charcoal in the desk drawer.
Pen and reed paper.
The rustling sound of charcoal pen scratching the paper stopped, the candlelight was extinguished, and the sound of the girl's sleeping breathing could be heard in the room. In front of the dark bed, there seemed to be a dark figure bending down and sticking to the girl's face.
Outside the door, a young silver wolf turned its head and disappeared into the night.
