Chapter 128: Role Model (4,000 words)
It was mid-April.
It is the time when mountain flowers are in full bloom and green trees are lush.
Zhang Ling walked up the steps to the top of the mountain. There was a stone outside with three large characters "Zhengyi Temple" engraved on it. The characters were lifelike, with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, and silver hooks and iron paintings.
If you continue walking, you will see bell towers, drum towers, pavilions, terraces and Taoist temples everywhere.
There was a constant stream of pilgrims all around, and the air was filled with a strong smell of burning incense.
There were two or three Taoist priests greeting pilgrims not far away. Zhang Ling looked over with his magical eyes and found that they were the two or three benevolent monsters he met on Shuashua Mountain two hundred years ago.
They are a little wild boar spirit, a vulture spirit and a goat spirit.
However, we can no longer call it the little wild boar spirit here. I think the word "little" should be removed.
Two hundred years later, these benevolent monsters have finally received their due rewards, great goodness!
Although they were old friends meeting again, Zhang Ling had no intention of going up to them to initiate the small talk.
I came here just to take a look and leave, not to look back and reminisce or do anything else.
It can be regarded as a chance to relax after passing the three levels and entering the realm of Xuanxian.
Instead of taking the wrong path, he turned a corner and walked along a corridor. Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and looked up at the distance. There was a hall, the tallest and most magnificent hall in the entire Taoist temple, with the words "Pilgrimage Hall" written on it.
Zhang Ling walked into the pilgrimage temple and suddenly saw two statues placed in the core area of the main hall.
There is a statue standing in the center, looking like a young man in blue clothes.
The other one stands on the lower left side of the main statue. It looks like a guardian deity, the Yellow Turban Warrior!
He counted on his fingers and couldn't help but smile and shake his head. He didn't expect that after more than 600 years, the Zhengyi Temple had actually built golden statues for himself and the Yellow Turban Warrior, and worshipped them as the most sacred Taoist temples, receiving incense and worship every day.
However, Zhang Ling did not intend to collect offerings or establish a sect from the beginning. From a certain perspective, the statue of the deity in Zhengyi Temple was erected without Zhang Ling's tacit approval and consent, so it can only be regarded as a mere facade without any protection.
Therefore, the merits and incense accumulated over the past six hundred years have remained in the statue and have not been absorbed by itself.
Forget it, forget it!
Zhang Ling had no intention of rejecting the statue. He was half in agreement and half inaction.
In an instant, the statue in the main seat flashed with a faint golden light, and a heavy aura of merit emanated from the statue's body and flew towards Zhang Ling.
"Go ahead, there's no need to do this!"
Zhang Ling waved his sleeves and did not accept the merits. Immediately, the merit energy returned to the body of the statue.
But after this incident, the main statue seemed no longer lifeless, but began to glow, as if there was an indescribable stream of light rotating inside its body.
Zhang Ling exclaimed in surprise and looked at the main statue. He didn't expect that by some strange coincidence, the main statue would become his incarnation. Their minds were connected and their blood was connected. It could be said that it was an unexpected success.
He immediately raised his hand and counted with his fingers, as if he understood something. It seemed that this statue was like his paper-cut. It had some independent and flexible life consciousness on weekdays. If his spiritual thoughts entered it, it would completely become his incarnation.
Zhang Ling thought for a moment and prepared to leave the pilgrimage hall. As he was walking out of the hall, he brushed past a female Taoist priest and a faint and elegant floral scent lingered at his nose.
As if sensing a connection, Zhang Ling slowly turned his head to look. The female Taoist priest was also frightened and glanced back at him in surprise.
Qingshuang?
Zhang Ling looked at the female Taoist priest and suddenly realized that she didn't seem to have changed much compared to six hundred years ago.
With a pair of magical eyes, it turned out that she had made a breakthrough in the realm of earthly immortals. In addition, the immortal date given to her six hundred years ago had increased her lifespan by several hundred years. It seemed that she had gained something on the road to becoming an immortal.
There was just one thing that Zhang Ling didn't understand. According to common sense, someone like Qingshuang who had ascended to the immortal realm from the mortal world and was a leader among the immortals should have been registered in the heavenly court and assigned an immortal position. Why was she still staying in this Taoist temple for a long time and was unwilling to ascend to heaven?
At the right time, a white-haired old man came from a distance. He had a childlike face, white hair, bright eyes, red lips and white teeth.
The old man called Qingshuang "Senior Sister", but saw that his senior sister was standing there in a daze, looking at a young man in blue clothes with tears in her eyes. Then he reacted and looked at Zhang Ling. His heart was suddenly filled with mixed feelings. He seemed to have thousands of words to say, but he didn't know where to start.
"Not repairing?"
Zhang Ling looked at the old man and spoke.
"Immortal Lord!"
Buxiu fell to his knees and kowtowed to Zhang Ling, tears dripping onto the ground, his heart filled with excitement.
Six hundred years ago, Buxiu was just a child, a little Taoist boy in a Taoist temple, and had no idea how sacred and unattainable Zhang Ling was. Six hundred years later, when Buxiu began to practice and went further and further on the path of practice, he suddenly looked back and realized that the cultivation and mind of the young man in blue were so admirable!
The news that he single-handedly suppressed the Ghost Emperor and the Yama King of the Three Halls in the Nine Netherworld has spread throughout the Heavenly Court. Zhengyi Temple, as half of the Taoist temple of the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Palace in the human world, will naturally tell Buxiu about Zhang Ling's deeds.
At the same time, six hundred years ago, Zhang Ling was the first to discover the Five Thunders Orthodox Method. Not only did the other party not hide it privately, but he also taught this supreme magical skill to them with all his strength. Not to mention that it is a supreme treasure in this mortal world, it is also well-known in the nine heavens, and it is a magical skill that all immortals and gods cannot obtain!
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