The news brought by Yang Ling'er was so important that even Du Chun no longer complained about Ye Xiaochuan casually telling these expatriate disciples about the Jade Slip Hidden Cave.
If Ye Xiaochuan hadn't selflessly told these people everything, Yang Ling'er would never have told everyone the important information about the ancient map that might be in the hands of the Miao people.
Ye Xiaochuan said: "The only clue now is that the ancient map of the Jade Slip Cave was kept by the Miao people thousands of years ago. It seems that we have to visit the Miao people, the most mysterious and powerful among the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang.
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Yang Yishuang said: "Southern Xinjiang is so big. There are many Miao villages, big and small. There are not only three thousand but also two thousand. Should we ask each village one by one?"
Ye Xiaochuan shook his head and said: "Tianhuo Dong is the largest village of the Miao people. The great wizards and patriarchs of the Miao people live in Tianhuo Dong. If the ancient map is really in the hands of the Miao people, we will definitely gain something from going to Tianhuo Dong."
Zuo Qiu looked at the map for a while, put his finger on the position of Tianhuo Dong, and said: "Tianhuo Dong is 1,500 miles south of Yulong Village, not very far. We will set off as soon as Liujie arrives." Everyone had nothing.
After briefly deciding on the time, Ye Xiaochuan said to Yang Ling'er and others: "You just arrived today. If the materials are not fully prepared, you can hurry up and purchase them in the next two days. I didn't let so many of you come to southern Xinjiang, so I'm saying something ugly."
I want to say it up front, if your
I am not responsible for any losses suffered by people in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. After all, the place we are going to is deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and no one knows what dangers there are."
Yang Ling'er snorted coldly and said: "Don't worry, if any of our Piaomiao Pavilion disciples die in southern Xinjiang, they will definitely not cause trouble for you, Mr. Yang."
Ye Xiaochuan sniffed and thought to himself that this woman is really petty and still angry with herself. It has been an hour since we met at the foot of the mountain. Why is her anger still not gone?
Ye Xiaochuan was horrified when he saw the ears that Yang Ling'er was staring at maliciously. He hadn't seen her for almost two years, why was this woman still interested in his ears?
Ye Xiaochuan has made up his mind that he will never be alone with Yang Ling'er along the way. This saint wants to have the dignity of a saint in front of others and behaves well. Once behind others, she turns into a person who likes to twist her ears.
The shrew.
Yun Qiyou followed Master Wuwei to the place near the top of Ye Doufeng and then stopped. He walked for nearly two hours on the thousands-foot mountain peak.
Yun Qiyou was very surprised. Why didn't he fly from such a high position instead of flying in the air? Instead, he spent so much time and his feet were a little sore from walking. Master Wuwei seemed to see through Yun Qiyou's thoughts and smiled slightly.
, said: "Amitabha, everything in the world is practice. Sleeping is practice, eating is practice, and walking is practice. Practice is everywhere, all the time. In our Qingliang Temple, disciples cannot fly in the air to save time and effort.
Okay, we have to go step by step to make Donor Yun laugh."
Yun Qiyou suddenly understood, slowly shook his head, and said: "This junior's practice is still shallow and it is difficult for me to understand such a profound meaning of Zen. This junior has been taught."
The two of them came to the outside of a dilapidated small Zen room. Occasionally they could see a few gray-robed monks along the way. But when they got here, almost none of them could be seen. It seemed very quiet.
Master Wuwei stood outside the door and said: "Senior brother, the donor of Cangyun Gate is here to visit."
A moment later, a rather deep and hoarse voice came from the door, saying: "Amitabha, Master Zhanchen has arrived in person, and the small temple is full of glory. Please come in."
After saying that, there were two clicks, and the two shabby wooden doors that were tightly closed were slowly opened.
Master Wuwei stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation to Yun Qiyou.
This is a small Zen room that is neither big nor luxurious. It is similar to what Yun Qiyou thought when he came in. There are not too many furnishings in it, not even a bed. There is a statue of clay Bodhisattva about one foot high, and there is no paint on it.
The gold paint looks very shabby.
In front of the clay Bodhisattva statue is an old incense wood desk with an incense burner on it, and a thick faucet incense is slowly emitting green smoke.
Looking at the thickness and length of the faucet incense stick, Yun Qiyou felt that even if he burned it for a month, he probably wouldn't be able to burn it all.
On a worn-out dark yellow futon, there sat an old monk with a gray beard. This old monk's eyebrows were really long. His snow-white eyebrows hung down from both sides of his old face, and even blended harmoniously into his white beard.
He looks like an eminent monk.
Yun Qiyou knew that the white-browed old monk in front of him was the famous Master Wuhui.
She bent down and saluted, and said: "Junior Cangyun Menyun Qiyou, I would like to pay my respects to Master Wuhui."
Master Wuhui said hoarsely: "Donor Yun, there is no need to be polite. The small temple is simple. There is nothing good to entertain Donor Yun. There is only a cup of bad tea. I hope Donor Yun will not dislike it."
After speaking, he slowly put his hands together and slowly proclaimed "Amitabha Buddha".
As he said this Buddha's name, Yun Qiyou suddenly noticed that two futons were slowly flying in front of him and Master Wuwei. Immediately afterwards, a table next to the meditation room also flew into the air, with something on it.
A teapot and six teacups remained motionless on them.
Yun Qiyou was greatly impressed by this scene. She couldn't do this skill of picking up objects from the air.
The table fell firmly in front of Master Wuhui. He stretched out his withered hand and gently picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea into each of the six cups.
Yun Qiyou and Master Wuwei were sitting on the futon. She had no intention of drinking tea. Originally, she was planning to leave Qingliang Temple, but she heard Master Wuwei say that Monk Wuhui knew something about the seven generations of grudges.
Then we stopped at Qingliang Temple.
After walking on the mountain road for more than an hour, I was already a little impatient, so I said: "Master Wuhui, this junior came to Mount Wutai this time for..."
Master Wuhui waved his hand gently and said: "What are you doing for? I know very well in my heart that the evil fate of seven lives has finally reached its final destination."
Yun Qiyou said: "Master has a keen eye, and I admire you. As far as I know, the curse of seven generations of lovers started in Mount Wutai. I wonder if Master has a way to solve it?" Master Wuhui looked at Yun Qiyou.
He glanced at it and said: "The universe is divided into two parts: yin and yang, heaven and earth, heaven and earth, and male and female. The same is true for fate. Where there are good karma, there are also bad karma. The so-called cycle of cause and effect, only when there is a cause, there will be an effect. Back then, there was an evil relationship between Monk Lujiao and A'Zhu.
Destiny is the cause, which will lead to the evil consequences of the Sixth Master of Double Swords. To be precise, the Seventh Generation of Resentments is not a curse, but evil consequences. Whether you and Donor Ye can break the curse and achieve good results, the key is not in Wutai Mountain.