Chapter 833 Eternal Heavenly Wheel, Nine Heavens to Conquer Demons!
The beacon fire at the three passes of Longyuan finally blew out of the frontier fortress many years later. This year's pass has passed, and the unknown snowy night in early spring blew out.
And with the force of a wildfire, it set the Seven Kills King's City on fire, burned it to the Golden Tent Palace, and also burned it to the Eight Heavenly Wolf Tribes!
The war broke out under circumstances that no one expected!
"hold head high!"
The dragon roared loudly in the clouds and mist, and the sound of horse hooves galloped like thunder above the snowfield.
One place and one day, one behind the other.
The former led more than ten thousand Shence troops across the north and south, defeating small tribes everywhere, while the latter flew with dragons and killed when they wanted to be strong.
The Shuiyunguan garrison led by Lin Qitian finally cleared the battlefield and took over the city and tribe.
In less than a month, more than 300,000 elite Heavenly Wolf tribes gathered around the Seven Kills King City were completely defeated.
Many of the Sirius royal family and high-ranking nobles were killed or injured, and the rest were scattered in all directions, either killed in the pursuit or in the wilderness...
As soon as the news came out, the world was shaken. Inside and outside the gates, soldiers gathered and called the venerable. For a moment, everyone was in danger, and undercurrents surged.
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Between the turbulent dark clouds, electric snakes and thunder dragons were running. After a while, the fine raindrops grew from small to large,
As far as the eye could see, the sky and the earth were hazy.
"The sky is vast, the earth is vast, and the sea of stars is vast. How insignificant is it for humans to exist in the midst of it? Not to mention the sea of stars is far away, but the four seas are vast. Even if we spend our entire lives, it will be difficult to traverse them all!"
Wearing coir raincoat, bamboo hat, bamboo stick and mango shoes, Yu Xuanji stands with a stick in front of the wild mountain temple in the rain. Looking at the scattered wind and rain, he can't help but sigh:
"When the old Taoist was young, he was very fond of the world's scenery. When he rarely chanted sutras and meditated, he often traveled around the world on the pretext of following the footsteps of his ancestors...
Later, master and senior brother passed away one after another, and the old Taoist took charge of Xuankong Temple. Until now, he has not been so far away for more than two hundred years..."
"A person's life is not limited to cultivation. You are always doing nothing, which may be more in line with the way of the ancestors..."
Lu Qingting stood with his hands down, looking sad.
There was no hint of flattery in his words.
As the second Martial Saint in Xuankong Mountain in the past thousand years, Yu Xuanji's talent is actually very average. Not only compared to his disciples in the past, but also to his current generation, he is also at the bottom among the seven disciples.
But unfortunately, he was the one who became the Martial Saint.
"In recent years, there have been more and more evil spirits in the world. The legendary changes in the sky are probably more violent than imagined!"
Reaching out to catch the rainwater dripping from the eaves of the temple, Yu Xuanji couldn't help but frown slightly:
"No wonder Dali, a fertile land like this, has suffered from famine for many years..."
The world is vast and the temperature difference is also huge. If someone can travel all over the country in one day, he can experience the rotation of the four seasons.
Both outside the Great Wall, the Dali Dynasty and Tianlang were in the south and north. One was suffering from the cold, but the other was blessed by nature.
Dali only has spring and autumn, no winter or summer. The temperature is suitable all year round, which can be called a paradise.
But even if the weather changes, no one will be ignored.
In these years of heavy snowstorms outside the Great Wall, natural disasters have also occurred frequently in Dali. Not only the winds and snows, but also the rain have also changed...
"If the sky changes like this, what can people do?"
On the contrary, Lu Qingting was open-minded.
In the years since he came down from the mountain, he has experienced too much, and he is no longer the ignorant and kind-hearted little Taoist he used to be.
"The world of mortals is like the tide, people are like water, ups and downs for most of our lives..."
After a long sigh, Yu Xuanji sat back down by the bonfire. His body was heavily damp, and his face under the bamboo hat was extremely old.
His breath was even weaker, as if he had reached rock bottom.
"Master-uncle..."
Lu Qingting hurriedly stretched out his hand to help me, feeling sad in his heart: "If you hadn't passed on your true energy to me, you wouldn't have..."
"The old Taoist has lived for three hundred years. Although he is not as good as the ancestor, he is still better than most people in ancient and modern times. Are you still not satisfied?"
Reaching out to feel the temperature of the bonfire, Yu Xuanji warned softly:
"Your talent is much better than that of the old Taoist, and you obtained the Taoist Fruit earlier. If this true energy is not passed on to you, how can it be passed on to that little girl Gu Qingyi?"
"Uncle Master."
Lu Qingting smiled bitterly:
"Senior sister's talent is even better than mine..."
"Maybe, that little girl..."
Yu Xuanji shook his head and did not dwell on this, but explained the aftermath.
Lu Qingting felt sad in his heart, but he could only listen quietly.
"The success of the Ten Capitals depends on luck, and the success of the Martial Saint depends on the general trend... The former depends on fate, while the latter depends on the heart.
Although you have opened the profound entrance and have received the Pure Yang True Qi from the Taoist for three hundred years, it is still extremely difficult to break through and become a saint!"
"Unless it is absolutely necessary, the Martial Saint will never be able to become a Martial Saint before the Ten Capitals. Remember, remember..."
"... After the battle at Dayan Mountain, the situation in the world has become clearer. The one who will take over the world in the future will be in the northwest, between the two Seven Kills..."
"Ming Dynasty Taizu, Taizong has been too kind to me in Xuankong Mountain. Even if he can't help me, he can't add insult to injury..."
"The Seven Tribulations Sword recognizes you as its master. In the future, only you will be the master of Xuankong Mountain. Remember not to get too involved with the temple..."
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No matter how big or small the matter is, he talks about everything from Xuankong Mountain to the situation in the world, and also talks about the changes in the future.
Yu Xuanji looked solemn and taught all he knew to the juniors in front of him.
"Disciple, please keep this in mind!"
Lu Qingting bowed with tears in his eyes.
The end of his lifespan was beyond the reach of human resources, but he, the great uncle, still used forbidden techniques to force himself to extend his life for hundreds of years.
Nowadays, even if there is a legendary panacea, his life expectancy cannot be extended.
"... In the past, Hanyue Sanren came to visit and exchanged one hexagram for seven tribulations and three sword moves. He said that in three hundred years, the world will change drastically!"
Yu Xuanji said, switching to sound transmission. His voice was very weak, but also very cautious:
"Before that, there was a disaster in my Xuankong Mountain that wiped out the whole family..."
"The disaster of annihilation of the whole family?"
Lu Qingting was shocked and sent a message to ask.
"According to what Sanxiao Sanren said, the three most obvious nodes before the heavenly change are the hundred ghosts walking at night, the hundred ghosts walking by day, and the arrival of the fairy mountain..."
Yu Xuanji looked solemn:
"Not to mention the first two, the arrival of the Immortal Mountain is truly earth-shaking..."
"A square-inch fairy mountain?"
Lu Qingting frowned.
In the past few years, the emergence of Fangcun Fairy Mountain has almost disrupted the situation in the world. To this day, countless warriors are still gathering towards the Great Wall.
Among them, countless great masters were trapped in front of the Martial Saint Sect, all fighting for their lives. According to legend, there were bloody battles and killings almost every day in Fangcun Mountain.
"The so-called fairy mountain, according to Hanyue Sanren, is the refuge of gods, Buddhas, immortals and demons in ancient times. It is also known as the blessed land of cave...
This kind of fairy mountain is formed by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. When the spiritual tide recedes, it is separated from the heaven and earth. When the spiritual tide rises, it will definitely return!"
Speaking of this, Yu Xuanji paused for a moment before saying:
"There are some things that you didn't know before. Your master deliberately concealed them. In fact, a few years ago, the old Taoist had noticed the signs of the fairy mountain coming!"
"You mean, there will be a fairy mountain coming to my Xuankong Mountain?!"
Lu Qingting's body was shaken.
Xuankong Mountain's intelligence system for many years is still there, so he naturally knows how brutal the fighting in Fangcun Mountain is.
If a fairy mountain comes to the door...
"Perhaps, it's not just my Xuankong Mountain, but that square-inch fairy mountain, maybe it's just the beginning..."
Yu Xuanji's eyes dimmed slightly: "The future will be difficult, but you can only rely on yourselves..."
"More than one..."
Lu Qingting's heart palpitated and he was speechless for a long time.
The ruined temple in the rain fell into silence.
After a long time, Yu Xuanji dried the moisture on his body, pushed Lu Qingting away, stood up staggeringly, and walked to the stone platform in the temple:
"Do you know why the old Taoist didn't come back to the door and took you here instead?"
"ah?"
Lu Qingting was startled and subconsciously looked at the stone platform.
On the stone platform, there is a mud tire enshrined. Due to no one taking care of it for many years, it is now very dilapidated. Under the weeds, only its outline can be seen.
It looked like a statue of a heroic god with bare feet and hair, golden armor and a stone turtle on his feet, standing with a sword...
"The Dali Dynasty is more like a sect than a dynasty. The Eternal Tianlun Temple has controlled this country for more than two hundred years.
To this day, the whole country believes in the "Eternal Heaven". Emperors of all dynasties have to return to the temple and become monks after being in power for twenty years to serve the Buddhas of the Eternal Heaven..."
Lighting the incense with a bonfire, Yu Xuanji bowed and bowed:
"As mentioned in the Patriarch's Daily Notes, more than a thousand years ago, everyone here believed in the 'Nine Heavens Conquering Demons Patriarch'!"
"This, this is the founder of Nine Heavens Conquering Demons?!"
Lu Qingting, who had already been suspicious, looked at it carefully and was shocked.
This stone statue looks a bit like the statue of the Patriarch who conquered demons in the Nine Heavens mentioned in the Patriarch's Daily Life Notes...
"Yes, this statue is none other than the founder of Jiutian Demon Conqueror!"
"who?!"
Lu Qingting was startled, pressed his sword suddenly, and turned around.
In the wind and rain that was getting lighter, a tall middle-aged man in a green shirt came across the wind. His voice echoed, and he arrived at the temple.
"Li Yuan!"
Lu Qingting's heart sank.
He had compiled a list of Splendid Mountains and Rivers, and he recognized the person in front of him at a glance, it was Li Yuan.
The Martial Saint who was promoted to the throne more than 80 years ago, who single-handedly planned the Battle of Liuji Mountain, rebelled a few years ago and almost destroyed the Eternal Tianlun Temple!
"No need to panic."
After worshiping the statue, Yu Xuanji turned around:
"Long time no see, Xiao Li."
Xiao Li?!
Lu Qingting looked stunned.
"Li Yuan, the unfilial disciple, pays homage to the Master."
Li Yuan knelt down on his knees and bowed with great respect. Li Yuan was respectful and a little sentimental:
"We are separated by two brothers. Who would have expected that when you and my master and apprentice see each other again, we will be separated by life and death..."
Master, master and apprentice?
Lu Qingting was completely confused.
"Many years ago, the old Taoist traveled all over the world. When he passed through Dali, he accepted several disciples..."
Yu Xuanji explained casually and looked at Li Yuan with quite complicated eyes:
"I still remember that back then, you said you would overthrow the Eternal Heavenly Wheel Temple. Now, you are almost done..."
"One hundred and thirty-two years, 48,000 days and nights, the disciples never stopped thinking about how to overthrow this decaying temple..."
Li Yuan stood up, looked at the weak master, and couldn't help but sigh:
"The Eternal Tianlun Temple is no longer what it used to be. The disciples may be able to overthrow Dali, but they cannot shake that ancient temple at all. In the past few years, the disciples have been desperate..."
"but……"
As he spoke, Li Yuan seemed to realize something. He turned around slowly and saw that outside the ruined temple, the wind had stopped and the rain had dispersed.
"hold head high!"
A long and violent dragon roar echoed in the distant mountains shrouded in clouds and mist.
"he came!"
Well, good night everyone... Gouzi continues to code and strives for another chapter!