Chapter 552: The Destruction of Pinggu Temple and the Goose

Master Huiyuan is the Supreme Elder of Tonghua Temple, with profound Dharma and extraordinary realm.

Chen Wen, the elder of Kunlun, was a powerful swordsman who broke through the lower realm of the sea, but he was killed by one blow. Even he was not very afraid of the cloud boat sent by Zhongzhou.

At this time, he felt a strong danger.

This is naturally related to the distance. At that time, the cloud boat of the Zhongzhou faction was in the sky close to the void, but Jing Jiu was in front of him at this time.

Didn't Qingshan Sword Cultivator usually keep a distance from his opponent?

His eyes fell on Jing Jiu's hand.

That hand was as white as jade, without any blemishes, like a work of art, but it was also very scary, as if there were countless lightning bolts inside.

"It seems that I can't keep my hand."

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

The blue lantern illuminated his figure, and gradually merged with the Buddha statue, and his aura became more leisurely and profound.

Numerous rosary beads floated from the shadows of the lamps, from the cracks in the bricks, or fell from the beams and pillars, turning into a dense cluster of stars, occupying all the space in the hall.

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The Jia family was in the business of ore business. In addition to Yizhou local officials, there were also big figures in Chaoge City as the backstage. Naturally, there were no disadvantages 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 supported by the practice sects, he is still very beautiful.

As the New Year's Eve is approaching, Jia's family hosted a banquet for acquainted officials and businessmen, and they were having fun in the front yard, discussing tomorrow's important matter at the same time.

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

Pinggu Temple is the family temple of Jia's family. It is far away from Jia's garden across a stream and half a mountain, and there is still some distance.

Ah Da lay on the courtyard wall of Pinggu Temple, watching the bustle in the distance, there was no sign of envy in his eyes, only indifference, and even a hint of vicissitudes could be found in the depths. It has seen a lot of prosperity in the world of mortals, so how can it see this little bit of wealth and honor in its eyes.

The sound of firecrackers came from somewhere, and Ah Da turned his head to look into the temple.

There were seven or eight monks piled up under the courtyard wall. They were already unconscious, and the most convenient one was the little novice monk.

Looking at the apse, it had a worried look in its eyes.

Jing Jiu was no match for Seng Huiyuan, the difference in realm between the two sides was too clear, but he insisted on trying the sword, and there was nothing he could do.

Fortunately, Jing Jiu is not easy to die. When something big happens, it will take action naturally.

Boom!

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

Ah Da's pupils shrank slightly, and the white hair all over his body stood up subconsciously.

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Thunder in the deep winter is an extremely rare event, not to mention that there is not a single cloud floating in the blue sky today.

In Jia's mansion, the officials and businessmen who were drinking and talking were taken aback and looked up to the sky, wondering what happened?

"It's actually thundering, is it going to rain?" A steward said subconsciously.

Jia Sheng gave the steward a cold look, and was about to reprimand him, when suddenly there was an even more terrifying thunder!

Immediately afterwards, countless thunderclaps scrambled to be the first!

The strong wind howled, the beams and columns creaked, the earth shook, smoke and dust were everywhere, and a thinner shadow wall collapsed directly.

"Earthquake! It's an earthquake!"

"Run!"

"Go help the old lady!"

"Pinggu! Pinggu Temple is down!"

Shouts of fear resounded throughout Jia's mansion.

Those officials and businessmen could no longer maintain their composure, and got under the table as quickly as possible.

Maids and servants ran around crying, the sky was obscured by smoke and dust, and there was chaos and darkness everywhere.

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Pinggu Temple really fell down.

The three halls and the monasteries were all in ruins.

The courtyard wall has also become a piled up line.

Ah Da was a little surprised, and turned into a white lightning and swept towards the back of the temple.

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

In the messy ground, there are many finer fragments that are difficult to see with the naked eye-those are fragments of rosary beads, made of pure gold and alchemy. At this time, they have all turned into golden-red powder, combined with red brick powder, but still exude majesty and power like a diamond.

Jing Jiu stood in mid-air, looking at the old monk calmly, there was a soft crackling sound from his sleeves fluttering slightly.

The old monk's body was also covered with red-gold powder, whether it was masonry, gold paint, rosary beads, or his Buddha's blood.

His eyes were already blind, and blood overflowed from inside, wet the white eyebrows covering them, and then dripped slowly, like the vitality in his body.

But he wasn't dead yet, and seemed to want to say something.

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

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

Those glowing golden characters are Buddha's words, somewhat similar to Yi Mao Zhai's runes, but even more dangerous.

What Ada was worried about didn't happen, because the Buddha's words couldn't come out of his lips, and the green leaves couldn't grow, so they broke off from the roots and fell down.

Countless invisible sword intents floated above the ruins of Pinggu Temple.

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

Those leaves that seemed to be written in ink fell into the ruins and splashed into gold powder.

In the end, only the words themselves remained, that is, Master Huiyuan's voice.

"You'll never find the real person."

The white eyebrows covered by the old monk's eyes were all soaked with blood, looking extremely miserable and terrifying.

"The wrath of thunder will not last long."

The white eyebrows fell with the cold wind, spilling two streams of blood.

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

"You came back because the world needed you, and you will finally realize that and find true peace."

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

After saying this, countless thunderbolts emerged from under his monk's robe, making a series of dense noises.

It's like firecrackers during the New Year's Eve.

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 hurriedly asked people to see how the officials and lords were doing.

The courtyard was not seriously damaged, only a wall fell down, and there were no serious casualties, and the few people who saw their heads bleeding were not life-threatening.

The Pinggu Temple in the back mountain has really become ruins.

Soon the steward reported that the monks in the temple were unconscious, but nothing happened. The eminent monk who had just taken over as the abbot... was missing.

Jia Sheng looked at the ruins over there, his pale face was full of bewildered emotions, wondering what happened.

Then he remembered that Master Zhizhou would bring his family to attend Zen meditation tomorrow, so what should we do...

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A pile of torn red papers fell in front of the gate of the magistrate's government office, and there was still a burning smell in the air.

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

Several children squatted on the ground, looking for the remaining playthings, and the crowd of spectators hadn't dispersed yet.

In a restaurant not far away, Su Ziye was wearing a mask and drinking jasmine tea, with no emotion visible on his face.

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

"It's too dangerous... If he used the Buddha's words from the beginning, it would be really dangerous."

"And what he said is right, you can't collect some thunder every time and then bombard people!"

"Hey, what about you!"

The white cat was lying on his shoulder, meowing non-stop.

Jing Jiu didn't pay attention, and waved away a few bamboo branches, and walked towards the study.

The white cat reached out and plucked his mutilated earlobe, and said in his consciousness: "Your body is not as strong as you imagined, so you should be more careful."

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

The study room is very quiet, there is no sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper, and there is no sound of grinding ink.

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

The magistrate of Yizhou sat on the chair behind the table, his head tilted slightly, his face was pale, he was breathless, he was already dead.

Jing Jiu glanced at Zhuo Rusui.

Zhuo Rusui said with an innocent face: "I used the Chengtian sword as a formation to control every detail of his body, even locking the meridians. How could he think of a way to commit suicide."

Jing Jiu didn't say anything, the Zhizhou's life didn't mean much, the people of Bulaolin were best at killing people and killing themselves without leaking secrets. Master Huiyuan also did not accept his conditions, which shows that in the hearts of these people, Daoist Taiping is a more terrifying existence than death, or a more respectable existence.

"Su Ziye didn't lie to us. Zhizhou is indeed from Bulaolin. Tomorrow when he goes to Pinggu Temple, he is going to give away the second piece of Lieyang Banner."

Zhao Layue handed Jing Jiu a small porcelain bottle.

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

That piece of rag exudes a dark, filthy but fiery aura, which is the unique smell of Lieyang Banner.

When Liu Ci and him destroyed the Xuanyin Sect and killed Wang Xiaoming, the Lieyang Banner wrapped around Wang Xiaoming's body naturally shattered.

Two of them fell into Su Ziye's hands.

As the former master of Xuanyin Sect, Su Ziye's movements are faster than those of the Wind Knife Sect and the Divine Guard.

They were able to find Master Huiyuan through the fragment of the Lieyang Banner in Su Ziye's hand, found the Zhizhou, and then found Pinggu Temple.

The first fragment of the Lieyang Banner should be in the hands of Daoist Taiping by now.

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

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

Hundreds of books flipped through by themselves, just like discussing Taoism with Zen masters in Guocheng Temple last summer.

Gu Qing knew that his state was not enough, so he exited the study room, Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui tried their best to read for a while, and then closed their eyes - the pages of those books were flipped too fast, there were too many details in those pens, inks, papers, inkstones, curtains and letters.

Jing Jiu looked at those "details" quietly, and suddenly said, "The boat is at sea."

Zhuo Rusui was very emotional, thinking that this nonsense is really amazing.

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

It's like stewing a big goose in an iron pot, of course it can only be done in an iron pot.

Jing Jiu continued, "Ice Storm Sea."

Hearing this name, Zhao Layue's expression froze, and Zhuo Rusui hiccupped nervously, as if he had eaten a whole pot of stewed goose.