The night is heavy with dew and the weather is cold and frosty.
When patrolling, the soldiers couldn't help but hold their torches flat to get a little warmth.
The tower in the distance is full of flowers and brightly lit. The Western disciples have peaceful faces. Under the leadership of the three venerables, the Sun, the Moon and the Star, they recite the wonderful Western scriptures.
Agarwood overflows, and the sedan chair stands like a high mountain in the center of the camp, with Guang Chengzi serving beside him with a look of death.
The unique golden auspicious clouds of Chanjiao stretch for tens of thousands of miles, with graceful lights and twinkling necklaces, turning into auspicious dragons and phoenixes, fluttering over the Xiqi Camp.
Singing and dancing flourished, and flowers bloomed.
The brilliance of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation reflected and transpired, turning into thousands of ferocious beasts roaring up to the sky, floods and fires, thunder and wind, waves of swords, poisonous insects and raptors, and the strange phenomena were terrifying and eerie confrontations.
Saint Tongtian carries four swords on his back and sits on the green lotus platform with a solemn expression. The aura of domineering and cruel swordsmanship steams up, tearing the void unscrupulously.
Xiqi's handsome tent.
Ji Fa sat upright, gently pushed aside the slightly damp bamboo slips, and read them carefully under the light.
This set of bamboo slips has a total of forty-nine volumes, and the records are written with red gold pigment. When it is opened, a desolate and ancient atmosphere hits the face.
Under the erosion of time, the handwriting was mottled and blurred. Ji Fa frowned, narrowed his eyes slightly, and moved the candle over.
His fingers were slender and white, and with the help of the light, his fingertips rubbed between the lines, and a warm voice sounded.
"When you look at each other, you will have soldiers. You are similar to the differences, and the principles are not in vain. It is natural, and it is difficult to understand. Yafu, what does this mean?"
Jiang Ziya was sitting opposite Ji Fa, dealing with military matters. After hearing Ji Fa's inquiry, he put down his pen and paper with a smile in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, Fujia and Zhuyan are famous strange beasts in ancient times. They were born with disasters. Wars broke out wherever they went, and corpses were everywhere."
"The "Picture Scroll" you are looking at was written by Kunpeng Demon Master Lich when he was measuring the calamity. He passed down the reputation and glory of the ancient demon from generation to generation through demon writing, so that future generations would not forget the glory of their ancestors."<
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"During the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors period, Cangjie, the sage of the human race, created Chinese characters and then transformed them into interesting stories about human beings. But these are two kinds of characters after all. In addition, the original picture scroll was brought back to Beiming by Kunpeng, so the description inside became
Half-translated and half-guessed, many descriptions are fabricated by later generations and cannot be considered true."
"However, the descriptions in "Picture Scroll" are bizarre and curious, and it is interesting to spend time on weekdays."
Ji Fa nodded thoughtfully, groping the wet bamboo slips with his fingers, and was particularly curious about these two big monsters.
Reading between the lines, his eyes seemed to be able to cross the river of time and come to the ancient times.
Two ferocious giant beasts looked up to the sky and roared, and disasters came to the world like waves. The creatures screamed in panic, and were gradually swallowed up by death and darkness.
After Ji Fa read the bamboo slip carefully twice, he continued to ask with doubts. "Yafu, they are all ferocious beasts that bring disasters. This Zhu Yan's record has more than 300 words, but Fu Guan only has two sentences."
, why is the author of this volume so biased?"
Jiang Ziya picked up the cloak, put it on Ji Fa, and explained gently.
"Haha, Your Majesty, you don't know something. The two beasts are different in nature. Zhu Yan gives early warning and helps the human race prepare in advance. He invites disasters and brings disasters out of thin air. Naturally, he is despised by the world."
"That's it."
Ji Fa rolled up the bamboo slip, then took the back part and read it carefully with the help of light.
Outside the tent, subtle footsteps sounded slightly angry.
Yun Zhongzi rarely wore a piece of Yunsu fairy clothes, with a jade-like face and a fairy-like manner. His neat and clean attire gave him a touch of majesty.
Jin Zha led the way and led him to the camp.
Manjusri was sitting in the main seat with a faint smile on his lips. After Yun Zhongzi came in, he pointed to the empty seat opposite.
Seeing his appearance, Yun Zhongzi suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then anger welled up in his heart: "This guy is so calm and unhurried. Did Lei Zhenzi be expelled from the school, so he thought he was sure to defeat me?" p>
Manjusri tasted the willow tea carefully, not paying any attention to Yun Zhongzi's gloomy face.
Jin Zha was waiting by his side, serving tea to Yun Zhongzi.
"Junior Brother Manjusri." Finally, Yun Zhongzi couldn't hold back his temper and took the initiative to ask.
"It's late at night, and the war is about to begin. You called me here, but you have important matters to discuss."
Manjusri nodded and winked at Jin Zha. The latter understood and brought in a young man with a jade-like crown from outside.
The young man has delicate features and handsome eyes, a majestic spirit, and the brilliance flowing in his body. He is quite like the demeanor of Yun Zhongzi when he worshiped Kunlun.
"Junior brother, what do you mean?"
Yun Zhongzi's eyes were full of amazement. He looked the young man up and down and found that he was a good candidate for spiritual cultivation because of his good bones and profound blessings.
"Senior brother, I'm sorry." Manjusri said with some guilt as he bought some new tea for Yun Zhongzi.
"After all, Lei Zhenzi is my nephew. I was expelled from the teaching by my teacher. I feel bad. I happened to meet this little guy, so I thought of introducing him to my senior brother as my apprentice, as a way to make up for my debt to you." Manjusri said this and looked at Yun Zhongzi with hope. "What do you think, senior brother?"
"Of course that's good." Yun Zhongzi said without thinking, extremely satisfied with this new disciple.
After all, Lei Zhenzi is a tool used to measure calamity. In the final analysis, he has no friendship with him. The reason why he hates Manjusri is just because he has lost face.
Now, all the grudges have suddenly disappeared.
Filled with joy, he threw Lei Zhenzi out of the sky, took Manjusri's hand, and said with sincerity: "We have practiced together for tens of thousands of years and have a deep friendship. How can we fall apart because of trivial matters?"
"I have accepted the good apprentice sent by my junior brother. I will teach you carefully in the future so that my kindness will not go to waste."
After saying that, Yun Zhongzi pointed at the boy who was kneeling on the ground and asked.
"Who are you? What's your last name?"
The voice of Manjusri and Yun Zhongzi's conversation was not quiet, and the young man heard it clearly. He didn't know that he had a teacher from now on.
He was so grateful to Manjusri in his heart that he kowtowed to Yun Zhongzi with tears in his eyes.
"Junior Hu Ze, kowtow to the teacher."
"The Li is chasing after Hu Fengduan, and the dusk is returning with the rain. Good, good name." Yun Zhongzi was full of praise and looked at Hu Ze with eyes full of approval.
"Becoming a disciple is not a trivial matter. Do you have elders or relatives in your family? I will take you to discuss it with them."
Hu Ze said respectfully: "Reporting to the teacher, I am alone and have no relatives, so there is no need to discuss with others."
"That's very good. Congratulations, senior brother, it's all going well and you will get a good disciple." Manjusri quickly congratulated and sent the two of them out with Jin Zha.
"Teacher, why is this so?"
After returning to the camp, Jin Zha finally couldn't hold back his doubts and asked.
Even he is a little ashamed of Hu Ze's profound foundation. If he can be accepted as his disciple, Manjusri's luck will also increase a lot.
When he followed the location given by Manjusri and found Hu Ze hiding in the cave, he couldn't believe that there was such a rough jade. He thought he was looking for it for his junior brother, but he never thought that it was given to Yun Zhongzi. p>
When he came back in the evening, Nezha hurriedly came over and informed him with more embarrassment, which made him furious and hate Yun Zhongzi. Now he has helped this evil uncle.
"You." Manjusri stretched out his hand and tapped Jin Zha's forehead, "Like me, you can't change your preconceptions."
"Sit here and think about it, is Hu Ze really that simple?"