The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 32: The destruction of Pinggu Temple and the geese

Master Huiyuan is the supreme elder of Tonghua Temple. He has profound Buddhism and extraordinary realm.

The Kunlun elder Chen Wen was a powerful sword repairman who broke through the sea, but he was killed by a single blow. Even the cloud ship sent by Zhongzhou was not very afraid of him.

At this time, he felt a strong danger.

This is naturally related to distance. At that time, the Zhongzhou sent cloud boat was in the high altitude close to the virtual realm, but Jing Jiu was in front of him at this time.

Isn't Qing Shan Jianxiu always keeping a distance from his opponent?

His gaze fell on Jing Jiu's hand.

The hand is as white as jade, without any blemishes. It is like a work of art, but it is very terrifying, as if there are countless lightning bolts in it.

"It seems I can't keep my hands."

Master Huiyuan looked at Jing Jiu and said, "I'm sorry."

The blue light illuminates his figure and gradually merges with the Buddha statue, and the breath becomes more leisurely and profound.

Countless rosary beads floated from the shadow of the lamp, from the cracks in the bricks, or fell from the beams and pillars, and became dense stars, occupying all the space in the temple.

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The Jia family is engaged in ore trading. In addition to local officials in Yizhou, there are also big figures in Chaoge City as the backstage. Naturally, there is no disadvantage in the business field. In just a few decades, Jia Sheng has become a well-known rich man in Yizhou City. Although he is still far from qualified to compare with those big families that are supported by spiritual sects, he is also extremely beautiful.

The New Year’s Day is approaching, and Jia Jia’s family hosted a banquet for officials and businessmen who are familiar with them. They were busy in the front yard, and at the same time, they discussed the important matter for tomorrow.

Countless delicacies are delivered to the courtyard like flowing water. In the warm spring courtyard, there is no smell of winter, and there is a taste of wealth and enjoyment everywhere.

Pinggu Temple is the home temple of the Jia family. It is separated from the garden of Jia's mansion by a stream and half a mountain.

Ada lay on the courtyard wall of Pinggu Temple, looking at the excitement in the distance, there was no sense of envy in his eyes, only indifference, and even a hint of vicissitudes could be found in the depths. It's seen a lot in the prosperous mortal world, where would it be seen in the eyes of this wealth.

I don't know where the sound of firecrackers came from, Ah Da looked back at the temple.

There are seven or eight monks piled under the courtyard wall, lying on each other in a coma. The most convenient one is the little novice monk.

Looking at the apse, there was a worried look in its eyes.

Jing Jiu is not Hui Yuan Seng's opponent. The realm gap between the two sides is too clear, but he has to try his sword, and there is no way he can do it.

Fortunately, Jing Jiu is not easy to die. If something really happens later, it will naturally take action.

Boom!

At this moment, a muffled thunder suddenly exploded in the deep winter sky.

Ada's eyes shrank slightly, and the white hairs all over his body stood up subconsciously.

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The thunder of the deep winter is an extremely rare event, not to mention that there is no cloud floating in the blue sky today.

In Jia's residence, officials and businessmen who were drinking and talking bluffed and looked towards the sky, thinking what happened?

"There was a thunder, is it going to rain?" said the famous steward subconsciously.

Jia Sheng took a cold look at the steward, and was about to reprimand him, when suddenly a more terrifying thunder exploded!

Immediately afterwards, countless thunders rushed out!

The wind screamed, the beams creaked, and the ground shook. There was smoke and dust everywhere, and a thin shadow wall collapsed directly.

"Earth movement! It is earth movement!"

"Run!"

"Go and help the old lady!"

"Pinggu! Pinggu Temple is down!"

There are shouts of fear everywhere in Jia's Mansion.

The officials and businessmen could no longer maintain their composure, and got to the bottom of the table as quickly as possible.

The maid and the servants ran around crying, the sky was covered by smoke and dust, and there was chaos and gloom everywhere.

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Pinggu Temple really fell.

The three halls and the monks' houses were all turned into ruins.

The courtyard wall has also become a pile of lines.

A Da was a little surprised, turning into a white lightning and swept back towards the temple.

The apse has disappeared without a trace. The beams, pillars, Buddha statues, blue lamps, and walls have all turned into sawdust, gravel, pieces of gold, and red bricks.

In the ground of the wolf Ji, there are many more subtle fragments that are difficult to see with the naked eye-those are the fragments of the rosary, which are made of red gold and Danshi, and at this time they have become gold The red powder is combined with the red brick end, but it still exudes the majesty and power of a diamond.

Jing Jiu stood in the air and looked at the old monk calmly. With his sleeves floating slightly, there was a faint crackling sound.

The old monk's body is also covered with golden-red powder. I don't know if it is masonry, golden lacquer or rosary, or his Buddha's blood.

His eyes were already blind, blood spilled from it, wet the white eyebrows that covered it, and then slowly dripped, just like the vitality in his body.

But he is not dead yet, and he seems to want to say something.

His dry lips moved slightly, and golden words flowed from his lips, rising with the wind, like leaves growing in the spring breeze.

Looking at this scene, Ah Da's pupils shrank slightly, showing strong vigilance, preparing to step forward and bite off the old monk's head.

The words with golden light are Buddhist words, which are similar to the runes of Yimaozhai, but they are more dangerous.

The things that Ah Da was worried about did not happen, because those Buddha words could not produce lips, and those green leaves could not grow, so they broke from the root and fell down.

There are countless invisible sword intents floating above the ruins of Pinggu Temple.

That is the sharpest sword intent in the world, better than the other swords.

The leaves that seemed to be written in ink fell in the ruins, splashing into gold dust.

In the end, only the words themselves are left, which is the voice of Master Huiyuan.

"You will never find a real person."

The old monk's white eyebrows were completely wet with blood, looking extremely miserable and terrifying.

"The anger of thunder cannot last long."

The white eyebrows fell with the cold wind, and two blood was spilled.

He looked at Jing Jiu with his blind eyes, with a smile on his face, his expression full of compassion, as if he had already understood all the truth.

"You came back because the world needs you, and you will eventually realize this and gain true peace."

This is the last sentence of Master Huiyuan left in this world. It is not a curse but an explanation, and it seems to be a blessing.

After saying this, countless thunder and lightning emerged from under his monk's clothes, making a series of secret sounds.

Like firecrackers at the New Year's Day.

With the sound of firecrackers, his body turned into powder and merged with the powder in the ruins.

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The winter wind gradually calmed down, the smoke and dust gradually fell, and the chaos in Jia's Mansion was finally brought under control.

With the help of the steward, Jia Sheng got out from under the table, and quickly let people see how the officials are doing.

The damage to the courtyard was not serious. It was just that the road wall fell, and there were no serious casualties. The lives of the few people who watched the bloodshed were not in danger.

The Pinggu Temple in the back mountain has really become a ruin.

Soon there was a report from the manager. The monks in the monastery were unconscious, but nothing happened. The high monk who had just taken over as the abbot... just disappeared.

Jia Sheng looked at the ruins over there, his pale face was full of dazed emotions, thinking about what happened.

Then he remembered, tomorrow Master Zhizhou will come to Zen with his family members, what can I do...

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A pile of torn red paper fell in front of the door of the Zhizhou Fuyao, and there was still a burning smell in the air.

It seems that what is burning here is not firecrackers but real firecrackers.

Several children squatted on the ground, looking for the remaining playthings, and the crowd watching the excitement had not yet dispersed.

In a restaurant not far away, Su Ziye was wearing a mask and drinking jasmine tea, without seeing any emotions on his face.

Jing Jiu ignored him and fell directly into the back garden.

"It's too dangerous...If he uses Buddhist language from the beginning, it is really dangerous."

"And he's right, you can't collect some thunders every time and then blast people!"

"Hey, what about you!"

The white cat lay on his shoulders and kept meowing.

Jing Jiu ignored it, waved away a few bamboo branches, and walked towards the study.

The white cat stretched out his hand and flicked his mutilated earlobe, and said in his spiritual sense: "Your body is not as strong as you think, so be careful."

Jing Jiu still ignored him, and walked into the study along the stone steps.

The study was very quiet, there was no sound of pen nib rubbing against the surface of the paper, and no sound of rubbing ink.

Zhao Layue and Gu Qing stood in the corner, looking at the desk.

Yizhou Zhizhou was sitting on the chair behind the table, his head tilted slightly, his face pale and breathless, he was actually dead.

Jing Jiu glanced at Zhuo Rusui.

Zuo Rusui said with an innocent face: "I used the Heaven-Changing Sword as an array to control every detail of his body, and even the meridians were locked. How could I know that he could think of a way to commit suicide."

Jing Jiu didn't say anything. This Zhizhou has little meaning to live. The people who are not old Lin are best at killing people and killing themselves without revealing secrets. Master Huiyuan also did not accept his conditions, indicating that in the hearts of these people, Taiping Zhenren is a more terrifying existence than death, or a more respectable existence.

"Su Ziye didn't lie to us. Knowing that Zhou is indeed a person from the old forest. Tomorrow he will go to Pinggu Temple to give away the second piece of the Lieyang flag."

Zhao Layue handed a small porcelain bottle to Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu opened the small porcelain bottle, looked at the rag inside, and was silent for a while.

That piece of cloth exudes a dark, filthy, but fiery atmosphere, which is the unique smell of the fiery sun flag.

At the beginning, Liu Ci and him destroyed the Xuanyin Sect. After killing Wang Xiaoming, the Lieyang banner that Wang Xiaoming was wrapped in was naturally broken.

Two of them fell into Su Ziye's hands.

As the former master of the Xuanyin Sect, Su Ziye's movements are faster than those of the Wind Sword Sect and the God Guards.

They were able to find Master Huiyuan through the fragments of the burning sun flags in Su Ziye's hands, they found this name Zhizhou, and then Pinggu Temple.

The first fragment of the sun flag should now be in the hands of Madam Taiping.

Jing Jiu waved his sleeves, and everything in the study floated.

The heavy stone inkstone is floating like fallen leaves~IndoMTL.com~The light scroll is still in the air, all kinds of things are slowly turning, showing all the details of oneself.

Hundreds of books turned on their own, just like discussing the Tao with Chan Zi in Guocheng Temple last summer.

Gu Qing knew that his realm was not enough, and left the study. Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui tried to look at them for a while, and closed their eyes—the pages of the book turned too fast, the details of the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and curtain letters. Too many, as complicated as the sea of ​​stars, they cannot observe the subtleties, and force support will cause internal injuries.

Jing Jiu quietly looked at the "details" and suddenly said: "The ship is at sea."

Zuo Rusui is very emotional, thinking this nonsense is really breathtaking.

That ship is a treasure ship, of course it can only be at sea.

It's like stewing a big goose in an iron pan, of course only in an iron pan.

Jing Jiu continued: "Ice Storm Sea."

Hearing this name, Zhao Layue looked slightly awkward, Zhuo Rusui burped nervously, like eating a whole pot of stewed goose.