"So that's how it is!" Everyone couldn't help but smile and applaud after hearing this.
Then Sang Mojie said with a smile, "That's it, Junior Brother Jinying. This time I'll have you go to Niluo Mountain again."
The Golden Eagle Dharma King folded his hands and bowed, "Yes."
Kong Yan, Kong Xiu, and Kong Ming all smiled. Kong Xiu then said, "Youde Tianjun's sister, and Youde Tianjun, wonderful! Wonderful! This time it all depends on what Master Hongqing decides."
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Niluo Mountain is a mountain that is not very high or dangerous. Because of its low terrain and the fact that Madam Jingluo often controls the clouds and rains to attract spiritual energy for nourishment, Niluo Mountain is much more prosperous and lush than Bukong Mountain.
In particular, Madam Jingluo planted many spiritual flowers and herbs on Mount Niluo. From a distance, the entire Mount Niluo was full of colorful flowers and lush trees, just like a spiritual realm.
Madam Jingluo had no disciples, no boys, and no maids to serve her. She lived alone in Niluo Mountain, and she was responsible for planting flowers and grass herself.
If we use the words from Fang Jian's hometown to describe Madam Jing Luo, she is a homebody who loves planting flowers and grass and practicing.
At this moment, Madam Jingluo, the fairy of the house, was holding a delicate and small flower hoe, wearing a moon-aged Luosu dress, with her long black hair tied on top of her head and a green and flowing hairpin on her head, standing in the sea of flowers that she had planted with great effort.
When the Golden Eagle Dharma King came over the Niluo Mountain on the fairy cloud, Madam Jingluo immediately raised her head, revealing her pretty face with picturesque features, and looked up at the fairy cloud outside the Niluo Mountain.
The Golden Eagle Dharma King stood on the clouds, bowing eleven times toward the Niluo Mountain below, and said, "Is fellow Daoist Jingluo here? I, the Golden Eagle, have come to pay my respects to you."
Madam Jing Luo beckoned with her bare hands, and a beam of celestial light, carrying fragrance and flowers, flew into the air, opening the barrier outside Mount Niluo. Then, Madam Jing Luo's voice, as clear and melodious as an oriole's, rang out: "Yes, fellow Daoist Golden Eagle, please come in."
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