Chapter 792: The Reclining Buddha Presses the Green Dragon
In Xuanyuan Mansion.
Lu Han just woke up.
Still looking a little confused...
"Something's wrong with you these days!"
In the lobby, Qin Xuance was wrapped in a snow-white mink fur. He coughed twice and looked extremely pale.
"Something is wrong, I can already feel it!"
Lu Han nodded. Today, his face is still a little dark, his cheeks have become narrow and thin, he has a slightly modified beard, and his eyes are sunken, giving him a different kind of majesty and silence.
Can't fully see through.
Qin Xuance coughed twice, held the stove, and asked, "Something went wrong because the realm improved too quickly? You rarely slept until this time before!"
Lu Han shook his head silently.
Qin Xuance paused while holding the hand stove, a little confused.
"I've been dreaming a lot these days! Well... if raising my realm causes me to dream a lot, it might be because of my realm." After thinking about it, Lu Han said calmly.
Qin Xuance shook his head and then asked: "The battle in front of Tianxuan Pass was too fierce and damaged your own foundation? Although you went straight to the peak of the King of Martial Arts and defeated Chen Julu's army, it was impossible to harm the martial arts.
Not small!”
"What I cultivate is my heart. If my state of mind is not damaged, everything else doesn't matter!"
Lu Han shook his head and said.
Qin Xuance put the hand stove on his knees, crossed his fingers and turned, gradually fell into deep thought, and then said: "What dream is this?"
"The majestic giant mountain made of thousands of miles of molten iron is in the shape of a reclining Buddha. Under the giant mountain is a blue dragon weeping blood. In addition, there are ninety-nine and eighty-one iron ropes that penetrate the body of the green dragon and completely nail it to the giant mountain.
Don’t move at all under it!”
Lu Han picked up the tea cup, then put it down, then frowned and said: "The skin and flesh of the Qinglong's body is cracked and has not healed for thousands of years. Its blood is covered for hundreds of miles, but the blood in its own body has drained away. Only skin and bones are left.
A huge skeleton was laid! It whined and hissed day and night, in agony!"
At the end of the sentence, Lu Han wrapped himself in a cloak and seemed to feel a little cold, "Every time I dream, I feel like I am that green dragon. The blood in my body is drained and I am suppressed under the ancient mountains.
No one can ascend, and no one can be free."
In the hall, Qin Xuance gradually stopped moving his fingers and asked seriously: "How long!"
"It's been a long time actually!"
Lu Han smiled and said, "Since I can remember, this dream has been repeated. But in the past, it only happened once a year. But after entering the realm of King Wu, this dream will appear every day, even if
Even a large amount of soothing incense is useless.”
Qin Xuance was silent.
He stroked the hand stove in his hand and repeated the movements. After a while, he said, "In a few days, after Chen Julu withdraws from the border line of the Northern Yan Dynasty, I will deduce it for you!"
Lu Han nodded and continued: "It should be fine, I just feel a little tired every day!"
Qin Xuance nodded and put the matter aside for the time being.
…
In Qingtianwu Mansion, Lin Huang has been back for two days.
I don’t see you Qingcheng either.
Afterwards, Lin Huang walked out of the back mountain and headed towards the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion of Wu Mansion.
Among the three sects and six mansions in Taixuan Domain, in terms of current strength, Qingtian Martial Palace is naturally at a disadvantage and cannot compare to its glory hundreds of years ago. But in terms of foundation, it is definitely the deepest... This
One thing can be inferred just from the size of the Sutra Pavilion.
It's just that in the past few hundred years, the Qingtian Martial Mansion has had the treasure mountain of Sutra Pavilion, but nothing good has been dug out.
I heard from Situ Huangfen that Song Changling had been in the Sutra Pavilion for almost half a month and was almost stunned.
So Lin Huang came to take a look.
I heard that scholars sometimes become stupid while reading... Lin Huang came to see what a fool looks like.
The gatekeeper of the Sutra Pavilion is an old man.
After seeing Lin Huang, he let Lin Huang in without raising his eyelids.
As soon as he stepped into the Scripture Depository Pavilion, Lin Huang felt the ancient atmosphere coming from the pavement. It seemed that the countless ancient books in the Scripture Depository Pavilion had spirits, stained with the breath of time...
Lin Huang glanced at the rows of bookshelves, his ears moved slightly, listening to the sounds of martial arts, and he felt mixed sounds pouring into his ears. Every sound was particularly shocking, like war drums and sword whistles.
, like a dragon’s chant…
It was much scarier than the Sutra Library Pavilion in Piaoxue Palace that Lin Huang once had.
The martial arts here are all excellent.
But Lin Huang doesn't need it.
After seeing Qin Changsheng again, Lin Huang understood that throughout the ages, there were only a few people in the world who could truly rival Qin Changsheng. And there were also very few people in the world whose martial arts could rival those of Xiong Domination. He would not do it just for a few good looks.
toys, and gave up his murderous weapon.
Then, after seventy-eight rounds of forest waste, he appeared in a remote place in the Sutra Pavilion.
There is not a single martial art in this remote place.
They are all ancient books related to the history, geography, culture, etiquette, religion, etc. of the mainland.
Ordinary martial arts disciples will only come to this place when their heads are pinched by the door.
As for Song Changling...
He is a mentally disturbed person.
After more than half a month of reading, less than half of the entire Scripture Collection Pavilion has been turned upside down by Song Changling. All the ancient books are scattered and piled up, forming small mountains of books one after another. There is no place to set foot in the forest wilderness.
In the middle of the mountain of books, Song Changling was kneeling on the ground, holding several ancient books in his hands. His face was pale and thin, but he was full of energy, and he was browsing the ancient books in his hands almost crazy.
Lin Huang picked up a roll of bamboo slips and hit Song Changling on the head.
"who!"
Song Changling was suddenly persecuted. He raised his head as if facing a formidable enemy. After seeing Lin Huang with his bloodshot eyes, he lowered his head. At the same time, he was too lazy to pay attention to Lin Huang and said, "I'm very busy now, don't bother me."
I'll leave quickly if nothing happens... Hey, you're back!"
Lin Huang smiled helplessly, "You have turned the Qingtian Martial Palace's Sutra Collection Pavilion into a garbage dump. What else are you looking for?"
"You are a common man, I can't explain it to you!"
Song Changling had no intention of paying attention to Lin Huang at all and answered without raising his head.
Lin Huang was helpless. He knelt down and snatched the ancient book from Song Changling's hand. "I'm afraid that you will be obsessed with reading and make yourself stupid. In the future, when your second uncle comes again, he must not kill me with one punch."
?”
"Don't worry, next time my second uncle comes, he won't touch you even a hair!"
Song Changling stood up and was about to snatch the ancient book from Lin Huang's hand.
"Why?"
Lin Huang dodged Song Changling's lunging body, looking at the ancient book in his hand, and asked.
"My Song family was a dragon guardian a thousand years ago... Well... Anyway, I can't. I told you that you are just a common man. I can't explain it to you." Song Changling snorted, "I've been here for half a year.
Yue is better than ten years of reading, and I have deduced many shocking secrets!"
"Talk about it!"
Lin Huang said.
"I have nothing to tell you..."
Song Changling reluctantly snatched the ancient books from Lin Huang's hands.
Um?
In the pile of books, Lin Huang suddenly hummed. He closed the ancient book. He just discovered what the ancient book roughly recorded, frowned and said: