Fu Canglu

Chapter 363

His Highness's black robe was so torn that he could no longer wear it. After the First World War, his whole body was covered with only the cool black soft armor that clung to his skin.

Yi Xiaoan specially brought a set of plain white robes.

Apart from plain white robes, there are no other styles in the temple, so Yi Xiao, who is used to wearing black robes, is not pretentious, and changed into a clean white robe.

Yi Xiao changed her clothes and was about to leave.

Yi Xiaoan persuaded him to stay a little bit symbolically, but did not deliberately force him to stay.

It is very convenient to travel within Qiliang, and the journey from Lanling City to Darong Temple will not take long.

In fact, His Royal Highness is not that busy. Even if he returns to Lanling City, he just practiced as usual every day, or went to the teahouse to chat with Mr. Qi Shu.

If Yi Xiaoan insisted on staying, Yi Xiao couldn't shirk and would naturally stay in Darong Temple.

But in the end it was time to leave.

So she waved.

The young man in a white robe also waved.

"The loss in the temple should be handed over to those people in Lanling City." Before leaving, Yi Xiao smiled and pointed to the big pit, then pointed to the group of sad-faced little monks, and said softly: "No It is necessary to use the money from the temple to repair it, and I will help you make it up when the time comes."

Yi Xiaoan smiled and said, "Darong Temple is not short of this money."

"You and I are in the world of mortals, and we know that money is vulgar." The little highness said seriously, "So I know you don't care, but there are nearly a hundred people in the temple waiting to eat. The monk is willing to use the blood of the Bodhisattva to help Xiao Hope, take the amulet to help elder brother, and help me by the way today."

His Highness laughed softly and said: "I tried my hand with that lotus flower, he could either avoid it or take it by force, no matter which one is fine, in the end he forcibly used two big Bodhisattvas to destroy the lotus flower, see It seems to hurt the body, but in fact, it avoids the backlash of the soul, this is the method that does not hurt me the least, but I don't know how much luck he will lose?"

Yi Xiaoan was silent.

"He sent the Buddha to the west." Yi Xiao paused, and said with a smile: "And Qi Liang owes too much to the monk, so he can only pay it back with money. Don't be too vulgar, because there is really nothing else to pay back." gone."

Yi Xiaoan thought for a while, then nodded.

She knew that it might not only be the repair fee in the courtyard that will be paid up by then.

It could be an astronomical sum.

Yi Xiao twisted her white robe unaccustomedly, and said helplessly, "Let's go."

His Highness did not look back.

Yi Xiaoan stood outside the Darong Temple.

The little novice monks squatting beside the pit waved to the man in white robe who went away.

She watched the man in white gown out of sight.

Qingshi returned to the temple alone early, Yi Xiaoan turned around and saw the man in green robe squatting in front of Liansheng's stele, his face pale and he said something.

The tone was a bit resentful.

More like complaining.

"Master, tell me"

"Our temple is so small, can it accommodate that big Bodhisattva?"

"You have to fight if you can beat it, you have to fight if you can't beat it, and you can't run if you can't run, it's so annoying"

Yi Xiaoan frowned slightly after hearing Qingshi's words.

She turned her head in a little bewilderment, and saw a figure in a white robe go and return in the distance.

The little novice monks raised their heads in surprise, ready to raise their hands.

And when the white-robed figure got closer enough for people to see the figure clearly, the little monks felt a chill from the distance.

That man in white robe is not the little Highness who just left!

The white-robed man appeared from the far end and walked slowly, all he could see was that his clothes were all white, he was carrying a divine sword on his back, and he carried an inexplicable aura about him.

Walk slowly step by step, in harmony with the frequency of heaven and earth.

Like a whole piece of vicissitudes from ancient times, time changes, engulfing thousands of years of the world, heavy and majestic.

This is a "dao rhyme".

After cultivating to a certain level, after almost combining the original meaning and domain meaning, every gesture has its own "Tao", which is the Tao rhyme.

The few evildoers in this world are the best examples.

Dong Jun has a murderous look when he flicks his sleeves, and the West Monster has a demonic power when he raises his eyebrows.

The sword bone of Beixian, the golden mean of Nankai Daotai.

There are also two bodhisattva elephants in bluestone, one side is as bright as the sun, and the other side is like fine water.

Yi Xiaoan thoughtfully, watching the man in white robe walking step by step.

Every time it gets closer, the Fuqu in the sleeve trembles a little.

It's not the excitement that gives birth to fighting spirit.

It's horror, fear, shrinking body just to avoid the battle.

The little novice monks were a little bit perplexed, looking up at the distance with their necks slightly up. The man in white was graceful, like an exiled immortal descended from the sky, coming slowly from far to near.

But there was a sudden gust of wind, these young monks couldn't help squinting their eyes, and then looked intently, the man in white had disappeared.

The Lord of the Great Bright Palace stands in front of the threshold of the Darong Temple.

In front of him is the first holy place of Buddhism in the Southern Dynasties, and the two thousand-year-old plaques were scraped with vigor.

There is a strong wind passing through the whole temple.

A woman with a bulging red bun in a plain robe stood calmly behind the threshold.

Yi Xiaoan stood in front of the white-clothed sword fairy.

The lord of the Great Bright Palace smiled, and said softly, "Borrow something."

Yi Xiaoan raised his eyebrows, "If you don't borrow it, get out."

The lord of the Great Bright Palace ignored the woman and took another step.

Yi Xiaoan moved back in an instant, but couldn't keep up with the worldly speed of the man in white. He clearly stopped in front of the threshold, but the white robe didn't even appear, and fell into the temple like a strong wind.

With a gloomy face, Yi Xiao'an flew a few feet away, and came to the man in white again.

She frowned, and rolled up the sleeves of her layman's robe, about to fight.

But the Fuqu in the sleeve was extremely spineless, kissing the girl's pink and white forearm, and refused to move no matter what, let alone stretch the sword.

"You are a good embryo." The lord of the Great Brightness Palace looked at the woman calmly and said, "I will give you ten years, and when you have cultivated Dacheng Buddhism, you may be able to fight me."

"But not now, it's too far away."

The man in white raised his hand slightly, and the Fuqu screamed in horror, and it slipped out of the sword shape from the girl's arm in an instant, and the tip of the sword was pinched by his thumb and index finger, the blade trembled crazily, trying desperately to curl up.

The man in white stretched out his other hand, gently caressed the blade with one finger, and wiped away the spiritual wisdom of the sword with a snort, so the spine of the monster sword was straightened along his fingers.

Yi Xiaoan couldn't believe this scene.

The Lord of the Great Light Palace looked at "Fu Que", chuckled, snapped his fingers again, and with a soft crisp sound, the sword spirit returned to Fu Que's sword, and in an instant, the sword body was like a tongue shrinking, embracing it tightly, like a piece of waste. Iron, never refusing to move.

He casually threw away the Eternal Demon Sword.

"Your aptitude is very good, it's hard to see in a thousand years, but you shouldn't practice swords."

The man said calmly: "If you practice Buddhism, you still have a chance to defeat me."

The woman with the red bun was a little perplexed.

The man in white paused, his tone was flat, as if he was narrating a trivial but simple truth, with eight points of indifference, one point of contempt, and one point of taking it for granted.

"But if you practice swordsmanship, you won't be able to surpass me if you practice for 1 years."

So Yi Xiaoan became angry.

She didn't understand what the man in white wanted to express.

She thought about it carefully, and the man in white in front of her was of a very high level.

Saying this is nothing more than laughing at yourself, or contempt for yourself.

Then he just wants to fight.

So Yi Xiao'an carefully lifted up the layman's robes on his left and right hands, then removed his bun, and changed into a more convenient fighting position.

She's ready to fight.

everything's ready.

A hand lightly pressed on her shoulder.

Qingshi felt helpless, patted Yi Xiaoan on the shoulder, and slowly stood in front of her.

The little novice came to the threshold of the Darong Temple, not daring to enter.

They saw that the little uncle had already rolled up his sleeves.

This is the scene of a fight.

The little uncle's voice to Master Layman was not loud, and could be heard in the yard: "Leave the fight to me, and you will be in charge and help me find the place again."

Yi Xiaoan was silent for a long time.

She didn't put down her sleeves, but raised a hand, pointed to the man in white, raised her eyebrows and said, "I think he's very upset."

The lord of the Great Bright Palace accepted it calmly.

Yi Xiaoan knew he couldn't beat him.

So she paused, and then said, "Why can't the two go together?"

Qingshi said with great resentment: "If the problem can be solved by two together, I will bring three people together. The guy who returned to Lanling City happened to have not gone far. It's a pity that two are useless, even if three together You can’t win the last fight. And you can’t fight this one, only I can.”

The sword fairy in white stroked his temples.

"If you want to fight, you can go out and fight." Qingshi took a deep breath and said seriously: "The temple cannot withstand a big battle. If you go down with a sword, the Darong Temple will be destroyed."

The Lord of the Great Brightness Palace said calmly, "You don't need to go out, just stay here."

He looked around slightly, and said in a calm tone, "This is the thousand-year-old holy land of Buddhism, and I will not destroy any grass or tree."

Qingshi narrowed his eyes.

The strong wind suddenly rose from the spot, and the man's Buddhist beads in the green robe scattered on their own, like stars dancing wildly in the sky, rolling out with momentum.

The huge Orb Bodhisattva Buddha statue was several times bigger than before. It sat down in an instant and landed on the top of the blue stone. It continued to fall, blowing out circle after circle of air, and enveloped the man in the green robe in the center of the lotus seat.

The second Bodhisattva head of Tantuo Ksitigarbha slowly emerged, but closed his eyes tightly.

Four arms, two folded palms on the abdomen, and two knots on the chest.

The general trend is coming slowly.

The little monks were dumbfounded.

The lord of the Great Bright Palace smiled and nodded, and said, "Very good, better than the one in Yingu."

He slowly grasped the divine sword behind his back, and did not get out of the sheath in a hurry.

He has a word.

Just wanted to speak.

Qingshi smiled and said: "No borrowing."

The huge Tantu Bodhisattva suddenly opened his eyes.

The sky and the earth roared.

(End of this chapter)