Chapter 196: Overnight at the Mountain Temple, the raccoon slave is like a Buddha
In front of the Funiu Mountain Temple in the west of the city, there is an endless stream of people and cars.
Although there is no longer the grand scene of hundreds of flowers blooming in the cold winter, rumors of a treasure being born in Funiu Mountain have spread like wildfire in the past three days.
The number of people going into the mountains to hunt for treasures has increased rapidly, but some people did not join in the fun. Instead, they came to the Funiu Mountain Temple to burn incense and worship, but in fact they inquired and secretly searched for clues.
Although Funiu Mountain split into two halves overnight, the popularity of the Funiu Mountain Temple remains unabated.
In the small courtyard behind the magnificent mountain temple, Xiao Qingsu sat in the pavilion under the tree, holding her chin and looking at the monk who was teasing the raccoon slave in the snow. After a long while, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
"I said to this holy monk, are you really not worried at all?
There are so many martial arts cultivators coming from outside, from at least three different martial arts sects.
It seems that they are worshiping my mountain temple, but in fact they are all here to save Li Jiyin... Why do you still have the heart to play with cats here?"
Outside the pavilion, Zhou Yi was sitting on the ground, holding a dead branch in his hand and swinging it around in front of the little raccoon slave.
However, the little raccoon slave is still the same as he was on the long street, standing upright like a human being, with his eyelids drooping freely, and his palms clasped together in a posture of worshiping the Buddha.
No matter how much the monk teased him, he remained motionless, just like an old monk chanting sutras, seeming to have words in his mouth.
"Such a kitten is really not cute at all. Don't you think so, Mountain Goddess?"
Zhou Yi teased him for a while but didn't respond. He just felt bored and couldn't help but drop the branch.
The little raccoon slave opened one eye and quietly looked at the monk in front of him.
The mountain god Xiao Qingsu was amused by the sneaky demeanor of the little raccoon slave, and burst into laughter. The plain gauze swayed and gently fell beside Zhou Yi. He also sat cross-legged on the ground and reached out to hug the raccoon slave.
The little raccoon slave opened his eyes and raised his head to look at the beautiful and moving Mountain Goddess, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Snapped!
Xiao Qingsu's hand was stopped mercilessly by Zhou Yi.
"This cat cannot be held."
Zhou Yi said.
Xiao Qingsu looked puzzled: "Why?"
Zhou Yi said sternly: "This is a cat that worships the Buddha. It is not allowed to have sexual intercourse with women."
Xiao Qingsu glanced at the young monk who held his hand without hesitation, and couldn't help but smile: "As expected of a holy monk, there are so many things to pay attention to when raising a raccoon slave, let alone a little female cat."
"Amitabha."
Zhou Yi let go of his hand and said solemnly and solemnly: "Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, female cats are also male cats, the Mountain Goddess should not have any appearance."
A trace of thought appeared on the face of the little raccoon slave on the snow who was stretching out his arms for a hug.
Then it seemed to realize something, jumped up suddenly, waved its hands repeatedly, and kept retreating. It looked at the Mountain Goddess like a savage beast, then narrowed its eyes and smiled to please Zhou Yi.
"Why are you laughing? What are you thinking about?"
Zhou Yi was too lazy to tease the cat anymore.
He closed his eyes and thought about the seventy-two human skills hidden in the secret book of Tianshi Dao.
After his health-preserving power reached the level of the title of Grand Administrator, his understanding of the seventy-two arts naturally deepened.
Take illusion as an example, it was the first magic he learned.
In the beginning, its power was limited and could only be used on mortals. If you encountered someone with skill, it would be easy to see through.
Nowadays, as my cultivation has become deeper and deeper, especially a few days ago, I harvested the wisp of green smoke from the battle at the mountain temple. After that, I opened the small black letters with all my strength for the first time, and saw the vicissitudes of the world, and witnessed all kinds of bizarre things.
The unexpected incident made Zhou Yi's cultivation improve, and at the same time, he gained a deeper understanding of Tao.
This way is not the way of martial arts, not the way of martial arts, not the way of Buddhism, nor is it the way of Zen.
Rather, all living beings are subject to change and change, and all dharmas are empty and non-existent.
Such an illusion, when used by him, would naturally be elevated from an ordinary illusion to the level of a Taoist art.
True and false, false and true, even a soul master like Qi Wuhua can't see through, and it seems to be the number one technique that can hurt people invisibly.
However, what Zhou Yi was "observing" at this time was another technique that he had never dabbled in before - the technique of connecting to the underworld.
Netherworld, as the name suggests, is a technique for communicating with the underworld.
Zhou Yi didn't take it seriously at first.
After all, he had been able to see ghosts and monsters in the underworld from the very beginning. He had even killed Xu Hua with his sword, bestowed the title of Madam Chu, and in just a few months he had established a large territory in the underworld of Wenhe County and even Guangyuan County.
However, the Netherworld, which was its own realm, contained the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and held treasures such as the Book of Life and Death, the Book of Black and White, the Mirror of Evil, Meng Po Soup, and the Three Life Stones, has long since disappeared.
Although there is an annotation of 'The Pluto Revealed' in the small black characters, I still don't know where the Pluto is hidden.
Before the birth of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, this art of connecting to the underworld cannot be given up.
In the courtyard after the snow, Zhou Yi sat cross-legged and soon entered meditation.
The little raccoon slave looked at Zhou Yi with a look of admiration in his eyes. Then he also imitated the monk's appearance, crossed his furry legs, closed his eyes and meditated.
"Holy Monk... you are really in a mood."
Xiao Qingsu was slightly stunned, and a trace of helplessness appeared on his face.
Although she had only been in contact with the holy monk for a few days, she also knew that this rare eminent monk was not an arrogant person and that everything he did had deep meaning.
For example, a few hours ago, on that street, I didn't know what kind of method was used to teach two Imperial Soldier Sect disciples, but it also exposed the true face of the disciple named Qi who had been keeping a low profile.
He is actually a master of soul energy!
At less than thirty years old, he has already acquired soul energy, which is comparable to that of a titled county lord. He is definitely an unparalleled martial arts genius.
Fortunately, it was exposed in time this morning, otherwise it would have become a hidden danger for the imperial soldiers to hide such a secret.
The monk and the cat meditate under the tree.
In the cloth bag on the side, a ball bead buzzed and tried to fly out.
Xiao Qingsu was blowing the long shakuhachi made of purple bamboo from Funiu Mountain in the pavilion, feeling the incense and people's eyes rising instead of falling, glancing at the young monk from time to time, as well as the beads in the cloth bag, revealing the secrets.
thinking.
Before I knew it, it was already night.
Suddenly, Xiao Qingsu's eyes flickered, and his gaze fell on the main hall of the mountain temple outside the small courtyard.
They saw that more than 20 disciples of the Shudao sect disguised as pilgrims had driven away the few remaining people in the temple and nearby areas.
Some people began to form formations and tried to blockade the mountain temple.
The other group of people performed magic spells, or moved clay statues, candlesticks, incense, merit wooden boxes and other objects from the temple, or recited incantations to boil the few Funiu Mountain stones in front of the temple.
At the same time, they shouted loudly, shouting words such as "Mountain God, get out" and "Hand over the murderer of Elder Li".
These scenes are all presented in the small boundary courtyard through Xiao Qingsu's water mirror technique.
The little raccoon slave opened his eyes, took a quick look, and then closed them, as if he wasn't surprised at all.
Xiao Qingsu ignored them at first, but after a long time, seeing that they still refused to give up, he said calmly: "How dare you act so recklessly in my mountain temple? If you don't leave, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Seeing that the group of martial arts disciples not only did not stop, but intensified and became more and more rampant.
Xiao Qingsu shook his head slightly and raised his hand to cast a spell.
I listened to the monk who was practicing with his eyes closed and said: "Young monk, let's go. You should rest well and recharge your batteries. There may be a fierce battle tomorrow night."
Xiao Qingsu was startled and lowered his head: "Yes."
Then he asked softly: "Isn't the holy monk staying in the mountain temple tonight?"
Zhou Yi opened his eyes, looked forward, and said calmly: "The little monk naturally stays here to practice tonight. After all, this little raccoon slave has not yet become a spirit. Elsewhere... the night is too dark, but it is warmer in your mountain temple."
"Then those outside..."
Before Xiao Qingsu finished speaking, she seemed to think of something, pursed her lips and smiled, and said no more.
…
In the mountain temple, there are hazy water shadows all around.
More than twenty young martial arts practitioners who pretended to be scholars, farmers, businessmen, Confucianists, and warriors had all taken off their disguises at this time, and without any scruples, they caused chaos and misbehaved in the mountain temple.
"Mountain God! Don't come out yet!"
"If you don't come out, I'll tear down your ruined temple!"
"Tell me honestly, why did you team up with that warrior to murder Elder Li Jiyin, a master of the Imperial Military Sect!"
"Where is the murderer now?"
At this time, a burst of laughter sounded from outside the temple gate.
"You guys, these juniors who only know a few tricks, are looking for me?"
All the martial art disciples turned around one after another, their expressions slightly changed.
They saw a young man with long hair, wearing a green robe, carrying a big gourd and a sword on his back, looking at them with amusement on his face.
Didn't wait for them to react.
Zhou Yi, who transformed into Ye Xiaolang, suddenly waved his robe sleeves.
The majestic energy of martial arts swept out and instantly enveloped the more than twenty martial arts disciples.
Blah blah blah!
Dozens of talisman weapons, medicinal weapons, magical weapons, and magic cages with self-shattering marks broke free from the control of their respective owners, drew an arc in mid-air, and flew down at Zhou Yi's feet.
More than 20 martial arts disciples were caught off guard and at a loss, unable to control the magic technique being released at hand.
Bang bang bang bang... The statues, boulders, tables, chairs and archways in the temple all fell from mid-air one after another. Encouraged by the energy of martial arts, they hit the martial arts disciples hard.
For a moment, the mountain temple was filled with blood and screams.
Those martial art disciples with Qi Sense cultivation were either seriously injured and fainted, or they were rolling on the ground, wailing and cursing.
"Qingpao Wine Gourd! It's him!"
"He is the warrior who killed Elder Li!"
"How despicable and shameless! Not only did he steal the Imperial Soldiers' sect, but he also attacked Elder Li!"
"Be careful! This devil is going to kill someone again!"
Zhou Yi looked at the group of clowns, or "baits" in front of him, with a calm expression and did not take any further action.
"The Boiled Stone Sect, the Transport Sect...are the lower sects among the seventy-two sects of arts already in such a state of decline?
The skills passed down from ancestors have been passed down to this day, and only the skin remains, like folk acrobats.
Or maybe the essence is all controlled by the Middle Way Sect that drives you?"
Hearing Zhou Yi's careless voice, many disciples of the lower Taoist sect looked ugly and gritted their teeth, but did not refute.
From the dark night behind him, a strong sword intent burst out that even Zhou Yi turned his attention to.
The sound of Qingyue's sword sounded from a distance, shot through the night, and was behind him in the blink of an eye.
"That thief, you finally showed up...and you couldn't be arrested without letting go!"