"Disciple Xiang Que of Gujing Temple, I respectfully send my master off to heaven..." Xiang Que knelt on the ground and howled loudly, his sad tone piercing the white fish belly on the horizon, and it was dawn.
Lao Dao's concept of Xiang Que is his parents, his reborn parents. Without Lao Dao, he would have died young, and the entire Xiang family would have been implicated. He was like a teacher and a father, giving him more than twenty years of life and a journey along the way.
It was wonderful, the old man passed away, and Xiang Que was almost drained of all his energy.
Xiang Que knelt on the ground and moved his legs like a zombie to the side of the old Taoist. He reached out and stroked his cheek. Seeing that the old Taoist's hair was slightly messy, Xiang Que straightened his hair straightly, and then straightened the old Taoist's robe.
, smooth and straightened, with meticulous movements and solemn expression.
After neatly arranging Lao Dao's body, Xiang Que pursed his lips and straightened up, put his hands on the ground, and kowtowed heavily towards Lao Dao.
"Boom" a muffled sound came from the green brick.
"Dong" kowtowed again, loudly.
"Dong, dong, dong" three times in a row, a blood mark was stained on the blue brick, and blood flowed to the missing head.
"Dong, dong, dong, dong" Xiang Que knelt beside the old Taoist, his eyes dull.
That year, in the Xishan Mountain of Xiangjiatun, there was an old Taoist who was holding a child covered in blood and walking in the woods, surrounded by white mist.
"This child is haunted by hundreds of ghosts. If you want to save him, you have to worship me as your teacher... He has committed five evils and three shortcomings. In this case, let's call him Xiangque." That year
, the old Taoist formally accepted him as his disciple and named him Xiangque.
That year, the old Taoist traveled thousands of miles to invite Master Mingjing of Xuankong Temple from Putian to embroider the Ten Halls of Yama with the Que pattern, which continued for ten consecutive years.
On the tenth year, Lao Tao took Xiang Que's hand and walked out of Xiangjiatun and came to Zhongnan Mountain Ancient Well Temple.
On the twelfth year after entering Gujing Temple, the 22-year-old Taoist priest Xiangque watched him leave Zhongnan Mountain without saying a word.
"Master, please have a good journey..." Xiang Que murmured to himself, feeling tired.
Next to him, Kong Dejing and King Yan, several disciples of the Kong family, walked to the body of Mr. Kong Da with solemn expressions on their faces. The chief deacon seemed to have been dead for nearly a hundred years. Among the direct descendants of the Kong family, this person died at the hands of others with the highest status.
One, if this news reaches the ears of the head of the Kong family, it will definitely cause a storm.
Zhang Qingfang also died. The untimely death of a generation of heavenly masters will surely shake Beiman Mountain.
Only Chen Mingyin, who fought against Wu Qiao, was unscathed and could be considered to have escaped the disaster, but his face was not very good-looking. The grace of the old Taoist sword brought him deep fear. He realized that even if he was placed in a
The position of Zhang Qingfang or Mr. Kong Da is also impossible to avoid with this sword.
Wu Qiao walked to Xiang Que with a broad-backed long knife, silently, and bowed deeply to the old man and saluted: "The deceased has passed away... My condolences to Xiang Que."
Qing Xuzi let out a long breath, his eyes fell on the old Taoist body, and he said softly: "You have been fighting with me for decades. Back then you went to Kunlun Mountain and struck down the statue of my Patriarch Tongtian with one sword. This year you struck down the statue with one sword.
He was born in the sky and spent the last part of his life. You and I have decided to break up our grudges. Zhu Chungang, even if you are just one step closer, you will not be able to cross the sky-high threshold after all."
Zuo Dao glanced at Xiang Que next to the corpse and asked calmly: "Zhu Chungang died. If there is still this kid left, let's deal with it first. As for Yu Qiuyang and Qi Changqing, we will eliminate them one by one."
Qing Xuzi was suddenly startled, and thought that there were two other people in Gujing Temple who had never appeared before. Yu Qiuyang, who was not much inferior to the old Taoist in strength, and Qi Changqing, the most amazing young man of this generation. Gujing Temple suffered a catastrophe, and the old Taoist died.
These two most important figures didn't show up?
"Something's not right..." Qing Xuzi frowned and muttered.
Zuo Dao said: "Are you still afraid that they have any plans? Haha, Zhu Chungang is dead, so what can others in Gujing Temple do?"
Qing Xuzi said: "To cut the grass, you have to root it out. The people in Gujing Temple are too evil. If Qi Changqing and Xiang Que are given another ten years, another Zhu Chungang may appear. Raising tigers is a serious problem, so today we have to do it."
Let’s clean up the entrance to Gujing Temple.”
Zuo Dao nodded and grunted, and suddenly took out his hand to grab Xiang Que, but at this moment, a loud shout came from outside the Taoist temple: "Old thief, if you dare to touch my disciples of Gujing Temple, I will kill your whole family in Maoshan."
After an arrogant and domineering shout, a figure seemed to fall from the sky. Qi Changqing floated down from outside the mountain gate with long strides and stood in front of Xiang Que.
Xiang Que raised his head blankly and said: "Elder brother, you are here, Master is gone."
The corners of Qi Changqing's eyes twitched and he sighed. He bent his legs and knelt beside Xiang Que. A stream of hot tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes. He clenched his fists and said sadly: "Master, I'm late."
Zuo Dao stretched out his hand towards Xiang Que and paused for a moment. He snorted and turned to grab Qi Changqing: "Junior, you are so arrogant. With me here, not to mention you, even if Zhu Chungang is not dead, he can't move.
Me, Maoshan? It’s just the right time for you to come back. I will completely cut off the inheritance of your Gujing Guan today. You said you want to destroy my Maoshan family? Then I will let your Gujing Guanman family be destroyed first today.”
"Amitabha!" Suddenly, a Buddha's name suddenly sounded, and a string of Buddhist beads came from a distance to meet the right hand grabbed by Zuodao.
Zuo Dao was suddenly shocked. The string of Buddha beads that appeared hit him unstoppably, and the powerful Buddha power poured in like a torrent of river water.
"Bang" the two collided, and the beads spun in the air. He stopped his hand and felt a numbness and sharp pain in his shoulder.
Zuo Dao and Qing Xuzi looked at the person at the same time. An old monk with white beard and hair wearing cassock slowly walked over with his hands clasped together.
"Donor, please forgive others when you are given a place of mercy. All grievances and grudges should disappear with the passing of the benefactor. Why do you have to keep pushing each other so hard?" Master Mingjing whispered the Buddha's name in a low voice and said calmly: "Enemies
It’s better to untie and not to tie, so that’s it, right?”
Zuo Dao whispered to Qing Xuzi in surprise: "How could Gujing Guan have helpers? Where did this old monk come from and how did he do it?"
Qing Xuzi was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "I have no impression. When did Buddhism produce such an accomplished monk?"
Master Mingjing of Xuankong Temple has boundless Buddhist teachings throughout his life, but he never takes the name of Dharma to enter the world to practice. There is an old monk who has achieved Taoism in the world, but the world has never known that this old monk is named Mingjing. He is the one who has truly achieved all four elements in his life.
The eminent monk.
Cao Shanjun stood next to Xiang Que wearing a yellow felt hat and a bright red cassock, and said seriously: "The donor is fine, please come here. I have something to do here. Please buy me a big brand of clothes."
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