When Yun Xian thought about earning 1,200 spirit stones for free every month, he felt like he was floating even when he was walking.
Su Chi left with blushing ears, seemingly needing to attend to other matters. Ji Rongxue asked Tiedan to return to the Body Refining Sect to handle matters. After everyone prepared, they began to head towards the direction indicated by the Buddha statue on Yun Xian's neck.
But the further they walked, the more remote it seemed. It was not the small town they had imagined, but more like a desolate wilderness.
Yun Xian was still smiling, and Xue Lingxiu said disdainfully, "Can you have a little more vision?"
It's just a few spirit stones, but look how beautiful she becomes.
"You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are until you manage a household! How could a young master like you understand?" Yun Xian reminisced, "Back then, Lingshan and I first came to fight in the Four Directions. We were so broke we could barely sell our pants. Have you ever tried elm bark, the snack from the Demon Cult?"
Ji Rongxue was walking in front and suddenly said, "It's not tasty."
Qi Zhiye: "You eat that kind of thing? Even monks don't eat such vegetarian food."
Feng Ye said weakly, "Actually, it's okay if you eat too much. While chewing the bark, there's a faint, inexplicable sweet aftertaste..."
There was so much chattering that if you didn't know, you would think it was a spring outing for elementary school students.
Everyone changed their clothes, and put away some accessories that clearly showed the characteristics of their sect. After changing their appearance, they looked like a piece of gray linen, which was quite inconspicuous.
Taking advantage of the time when they were on the road, Yun Xian told Ji Rongxue his speculations about the Demon Cult and destiny. Ji Rongxue frowned, as if thinking about something.
"It seems that this time they chose Qiankun City as the location for this," Ji Rongxue said, "Those bastards of the Sword Sect might have some connection with the Demon Cult."
Yun Xian had always disagreed with Dao Zong being called a grandson. If his grandson had that kind of brain, it would be abhorrent. He would be better off with a piece of barbecued pork.
Xue Lingxiu: "The Tianyuan Martial Arts Tournament is open to single sects. The Dao Sect lost everything in the Four-way War. They must win back at the Martial Arts Tournament."
Only Qi Zhiye didn't say anything, and his expression didn't look good.
He actually doesn't talk much, and usually only says a few words when he is arguing with people. In addition, this incident is related to Buddhism, so it is normal that he is not interested.
In fact, everyone is also very curious about how the monks will participate in this kind of martial arts competition... After all, it can be seen in the Four Directions Secret Realm that all Buddhist disciples are the type who stand at the center of the world and call for love. It would be difficult to ask them to compete with others.
But no matter what, let’s solve the issue of the Smiling Buddha first.
The wilderness grew increasingly desolate the further we walked, but it wasn't the eerie desolation we'd felt back in Tang Lingguo. More like a place with few people. The path might have been blazed before, but because it hadn't been maintained for so long, the weeds and grass had grown three feet tall. Only through the cracks could we make out the faint outline of what had once been a road.
The Buddha statue on his chest still firmly emits a faint light, guiding the way.
Yun Xian remembered that Su Chi had just said that his mother had suffered a minor injury. Although it was only a minor injury, with Xiao Wu's cultivation level, it would not be easy to hurt her. The situation was probably very dangerous.
Qiao Lingshan was also a little worried: "Senior Xiao went to the Northern Territory alone, and I don't know what he encountered."
Yun Xian sighed and took out the letter from home. The more he read, the more peaceful his expression became: "..."
Xiao Wu was searching for strong evidence of the conspiracy between the Sword Sect and the Demon Cult in the Northern Territory. He was not caught and beaten by the Sword Sect and was like a fish in water. Instead, he accidentally ran into his mortal enemy from his youth.
Rivals are sworn enemies, but it's been so long now. Most people would have forgotten their grudges long ago, perhaps even reminiscing about the past and their youth. But Xiao Wu wasn't like that. She watched the once-handsome young man across from her become a greasy man, mocking him mercilessly with sheer amusement. The two of them couldn't get along, and with the fight still undecided, they suddenly began comparing their children.
The battle was extremely fierce, and the general situation should be like this:
"My daughter is the leader of the four regions! The future number one swordsman!"
"My son is an unparalleled genius! He's already in the Out-of-Body Stage at such a young age!"
"My daughter is cheerful, generous, lively and kind, and has an amazing popularity!"
"My son has extensive connections and connections in all four realms!"
"How dare my daughter go down the mountain alone!"
"My son dares to take on five people alone!"
"My daughter at the Nascent Soul stage beats the Spirit Severing stage! One person takes on an entire country!"
"My son dares to eat shit!"
"It's no use even if your son dares to eat shit! I'm putting this on hold. My daughter will definitely win this Heavenly Level mission again! Trash! Trash!!"
Xiao Wu was arguing so intensely that he didn't pay attention and slipped, accidentally spraining his ankle.
It really was a minor injury, nothing serious. Senior Brother never lies.
Qiao Lingshan was silent after seeing this: "......"
Xiao Wu was the type of person who would never write a letter unless necessary. Sure enough, when she wrote the letter today, she felt a little guilty about having said it in public. She told her daughter to work harder and never let her down. She also enclosed a piece of frozen candied haws wrapped in oil paper as a token of her flattery.
Yun Xian put the letter into the storage ring, took out the candied haws and started chewing them, thinking, Mother, why are you so childish?
The group walked forward and finally saw a red roof among the vast wilderness. Going further, they found a small temple.
It was scary enough to suddenly see a temple in such a deserted place, and the roof was blood red. Ji Rongxue froze in her tracks. Yun Xian patted her bristling paws and said, "Miss, if you're a little scared, I'll go ahead."
Ji Rongxue was not one to refuse, so he walked behind Yun Xian and said, "I'll go to the front if there's a fight."
She wasn't afraid of ghosts, or spirits, she was just more afraid of things that suddenly popped out and scared her. If it really popped out and she saw it, it would be fine, but this calmness always made her feel uneasy.
"Didn't Senior Brother Su say he was heading to the river?" Qiao Lingshan couldn't see the river no matter how hard she looked. She asked solemnly, "Could it be that the path he points to is different for everyone?"
Feng Ye was silent for a moment: "Maybe the door was scared away by the senior brother."
Qi Zhiye walked over first, then shouted to the crowd, "Nothing. This is a Buddhist temple."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
It feels much better to know that what is enshrined inside is Buddha and not some strange thing.
Yun Xian stepped lightly through the weeds and entered the dilapidated temple. The wooden Buddha statue on her chest still shone with a gentle, steady golden light. She looked up. The incense burner was a grayish black, the merit box was covered with cobwebs, and the steamed buns on the altar were almost petrified, lying dry and limp to the side. It had been so long that even the flies and mosquitoes had given up.
"Fellow Daoist Qi." Yun Xian extended his hands in greeting, muttering, "Did they say I can't look directly into the Buddha's face?"
"Master said it's best not to," Qi Zhiye said, "but it's okay to look directly at it. Will the Buddha get angry just because you looked at his face?"
"As long as you don't harbor any intention of insult or disrespect, you'll be fine."
The monk said so, and Yun Xian raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue, which was not particularly tall. After all, it was a small temple, and it couldn't accommodate a large Buddha. The bronze exterior of the Buddha statue had been peeling and weathered, revealing the pale color underneath, but the corners of his lips were still slightly raised, showing a gentle look.
Yun Xian always felt that he had made eye contact with Him at some point.
Everyone lined up to pay their respects. Ji Rongxue said, "Actually, the Northern Realm also has some customs and traditions of immortals, such as the Fox, Yellow, White, and Willow, but I haven't specifically looked into them."
Xue Lingxiu said, "I just remember that when merchant ships from the Southern Territory were about to launch, they would worship Mazu. But it was more of a peace of mind. I don't really believe in it."
Yun Xian didn't remember for a moment. To be honest, she and Qiao Lingshan usually only prayed frantically when the Master started drawing the lucky numbers, asking for blessings from the Jade Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and Queen Mother, "Please don't draw my lucky numbers." It was a very utilitarian way of thinking. If there were real gods, they probably wouldn't care.
After leaving the temple, they continued walking in the same direction for a while. Less than 200 meters away, they came to another Buddhist temple.
It’s not the same room as the previous one, but it’s just as run-down, with the paint peeling off the walls.
Walk another three hundred meters and there is another one.
Yun Xian felt something was wrong: "Qi Zhiye, although I don't understand Buddhism, is it necessary to build so many temples in such a small place?"
Qi Zhiye's brows deepened slightly, and he slowly looked around, "No."
There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and the same applies to building temples. Not to mention squeezing so many temples in such a narrow area, even when inviting multiple statues in the temple, you must pay attention to the closeness of the statues. If you force two gods who are not familiar with each other into the same temple, they will come to strike you in your dreams that night.
Everyone walked into the fourth temple, and this time, Yun Xian discovered a copper magic weapon in the corner, which was shining with gentle golden light continuously.
Xue Lingxiu picked up the magic weapon and asked, "What is this?"
Qi Zhiye saw the magical weapon that looked like a tortoise shell, and his expression became more solemn: "Bronze Basalt."
"This is a magical tool for suppressing things and is not usually used." He turned the magic weapon over, and sure enough, there was a small Buddhist emblem carved inside the tortoise shell.
Feng Ye said in the corner: "But, it has been there since the first temple. There is one in every temple! What are they trying to suppress?"
Ji Rongxue: “…………”
Yun Xian grabbed her and started shaking with her: "Miss, let's get over it! It's okay, there are so many people here, and it's still daytime!"
Qi Zhiye suddenly raised his eyes to look at the mottled statue, his gaze falling on the statue's hand. He opened his lips and said, "Dhyana Seal. ... I can't see anything for now."
The statue has its palms facing upwards, with the tips of its thumbs touching, giving it a look of peace.
Yun Xian vaguely noticed that the hand shapes of each Buddha statue seemed to be different, but she couldn't understand it. "What can you see?"
"Let's go into a few more temples." Qi Zhiye clasped his hands together, frowning as he silently muttered something in his mind. Then he raised his eyes and said, "Let's go first."
Xue Lingxiu showed a confused expression: "Are you asking? Can He answer?"
This is too... too incredible.
"No." Qi Zhiye said frankly, "But I can find some directions."
Ji Rongxue helped explain, "It's similar to some divination techniques. Just use your own judgment."
Yun Xian probably understood, and quickly put his hands together, thinking to himself: "I'm a little scared now. No, I can't be afraid, I have the highest cultivation level in this place..."
The group entered the next temple, and sure enough, the hand seal of the Buddha statue was different from the previous one. The fingers were stretched out, fingertips pointing upwards, and knotted in front of the chest.
Qi Zhiye whispered, "This is the Fearless Seal. It brings peace of mind to all living beings, free from fear."
Xue Lingxiu: "So?"
Qi Zhiye said simply and rudely: "It means don't be afraid."
Yun Xian: “!”
No way, it's so accurate! She hurriedly put her hands together again and muttered to herself:
"I receive the wisdom in my head, I receive the immense wisdom in my head..."
It was another temple. As soon as Yun Xian stepped in, he saw the Buddha statue making an "OK" gesture. His eyes lit up and he thought it was really thoughtful. But before he could feel happy, he felt embarrassed.
What are you thinking about? English is definitely not popular in the world of cultivation.
Qi Zhiye continued to frown and said, "Preaching the Dharma Seal? ...Spreading the Dharma to sentient beings, what does this imply..."
Yun Xian: “…”
Perhaps it meant that one must be wise to listen to the teachings, which made a lot of sense. Regardless, she closed her eyes and bowed her head in deep reverence, silently reciting:
"We need to investigate the Laughing Buddha incident. Many lives are hanging by a thread. It's very dangerous, but we can't find the door now. It would be too embarrassing to go back like this. Please, at least just nearby, I want to know where the lotus seat is!"
The last temple.
The Buddha statue still showed a compassionate expression. His left hand was naturally downward, fingertips drooping, palm facing outward. His right hand was in the Abhaya Mudra. Yun Xian held his breath and listened as Qi Zhiye said, "This is the Mudra of Granting Wishes. Hmm?"
Yun Xian: "What do you mean?"
Qi Zhiye said briefly again, "Don't be afraid, it's all right."
Yun Xian: “?”
At this moment, a gentle warm breeze suddenly blew in from outside the window, gently flapping the tattered curtains. Everyone looked out with vigilance -
Amidst the endless weeds, a narrow path suddenly appeared, filled with the sound of laughter and chatter. A trembling old woman emerged, leaning on a cane. As if completely oblivious to the desolate and desolate scene before her, she spoke in a simple, country accent, "Ni'er, are you lost? Don't be afraid, come sit at grandma's house for a while!"
She had a smile on her face and looked very friendly, just like the most ordinary kind old man in the countryside.
If she still had eyes.
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