Fu Canglu

Chapter 585

It rains in spring.

The pattering raindrops hit the eaves of the Darong Temple, followed the crisp tiles, flowing in rows, and then formed a rain curtain outside the temple.

Outside the temple, accompanied by raindrops falling on the ground, and the sound of horseshoes, it suddenly stopped, and then there was a silent but solemn environment. Someone opened the old man's car door. Resolute and pale, with swollen cheeks and eye sockets, he helped the old man slowly get off the carriage.

Since then, the strong wind died down, and the red and yellow talisman paper outside the carriage fluttered away, covering a radius of one mile outside the temple, and the swaying leaves of the ancient trees let out a silent sob.

The mountains outside the Darong Temple, along with the coming route of the convoy, was born with a breeze, swayed twice, and finally stopped.

Jagged ancient trees, on the branches that can stand people, stand one after another black robes hidden in the long night. The robes and leaves take off, whirling and mysterious, and they can’t see their expressions clearly. If you use vitality to test them, you can Sensing the dense and frightening aura of origin power, the members of Tianque's Xianlou almost dispatched all their strength to escort the convoy from Lanling City to this place.

When they arrived here, these black robes hung on the trees, looking calmly and indifferently at this thousand-year-old temple. Murderous aura faintly slipped from between the sleeves. Strands of black robes followed the ground, like water snakes, converged, and finally slowly moved towards the temple in the center. .

This convoy gathered all the royal families in Lanling City of Qiliang.

When the heavy snow stopped, the convoy with the same color as the heavy snow set off.

Qiliang has never been so cold in these years, so that the spring rain is mixed with cold air, which cannot melt the frozen snow and delays travel.

Everyone in the convoy was dressed in pure white, with dignified and solemn expressions. At this moment, one by one got out of the chariot, and some of them held on to the handle of the chariot, watching His Majesty being supported towards the ancient temple. Some have complicated complexions, chanting the Buddha's name softly, with grief in their eyes.

Princess Huang Su of Anle Palace, sitting at the end of the line, folded her hands on her abdomen, saw the scene of dignitaries getting off the chariot in front of her, took a deep breath, and did not get out of the car to watch His Majesty enter the temple, but gently Asking the young man in the chariot: "Do you know that the amulet in this amulet is because of Shi Hui from Qingshi Bodhisattva?"

Huang Hou's expression was numb, and he sat on the opposite side of the carriage, like a wooden man, who hadn't recovered from the ensuing blows, and shook his head after hearing the words for a long time.

Huang Su's eyes stayed on the Buddhist card tightly held in his hand, with a dignified expression, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty went directly to the Darong Temple this time. If you want to question Qingshi, the entire Buddhist sect will be implicated. You don't want to take this It doesn't matter if you give me an amulet."

The voice of the princess trembled, and she raised her voice with anger: "Then what if Your Majesty wants it?!"

"You should be clear that even Prince Anle's Mansion can't stand the wrath of His Majesty's loss of the two Highnesses. The family property I have accumulated through hard work, the glory and wealth, only needs an edict from Lanling City, and it can be restored in an instant. There's nothing in between."

Huang Hou didn't speak, just kept silent.

After a depressing silence.

Huang Hou said softly: "If he appears, I will give him this amulet. No one else can do it. Your Majesty, neither can it."

Huang Su's body trembled faintly, and she said a good word with a smile. From then on, she closed her eyes and meditated, clenched her sleeves, and waited with difficulty for the ending in Darong Temple.

Qingshi prayed for Qi Liang to benefit, and Lanling City provided the Buddhist sect with the greatest blessing in the world, financial resources, material resources and vow power.

The accidents of the two highnesses made the owner of Lanling City grow old overnight.

He was already old enough.

So his time is running out.

Everyone who stood at the emperor's feet was extremely clear that such a blow, apart from grief, more directly reflected anger.

Although they couldn't see Xiao Wang's expression.

They also don't know the cause and process of the whole thing.

But they are at the end.

All the people, including Huang Su, were waiting for His Majesty's anger to pour down, and the first thing His Majesty did was to take the entire Tianque Xianlou to Darong Temple.

In the Darong Temple, the young Buddhist woman Ke Qing was not there.

Everyone else is there.

Including bluestone.

The dignitaries and royal families outside the temple were not worried about what kind of outrageous things that Qingshi Bodhisattva who was cultivated to the sky would do.

Because of the way behind them, the whirling tree shadows moving with the wind, accompanied by the shadows cast on the ground, and the flowing sword aura, cold murderous aura.

The murderous aura surrounded from all directions poured on the ground, spread out, advancing layer by layer, and headed towards the temple. The longer the time, the colder the temperature in Yangguan Valley became. And then advance.

A stick of incense.

Two sticks of incense.

two and a half sticks of incense
The door outside the temple was pushed open again, and Xiao Buyi supported Xiao Wang and appeared in the sight of everyone waiting outside the temple. The expressions of the two people were the same as when they came, but with the sound of the door being pushed open, they stood Countless black robes overlooking the ancient tree shook their sleeves at the same moment after seeing the situation of the Darong Temple clearly.

The countless murderous auras that poured out were retracted together with the sleeves, and the water flowed backwards, disappearing completely.

The Second Highness helped Xiao Wang to sit in the carriage again.

The red and yellow talismans all over the sky were burned to ashes and annihilated by themselves.

The black robe standing on the ancient tree made no mistakes, took a step back, and returned to the night.

From the outside of the temple, the inside of the gate of Darong Temple is as dark as night.

The Bluestone Bodhisattva stood at the door with a bright red candle in one hand, with a compassionate expression, and held his heart in the other hand.

His face was pale, his lips were pale, and his knuckles were equally pale, as if he had suffered from a serious illness.

He stands on the threshold of the temple and outside the temple.

Looking carefully, Qingshi's fingertips have a smear of dark red, this smear of dark red, with a faint blood stain, stained a little bit on his lips.

In the eternal night of the Darong Temple, no matter what the Second Highness said, Qingshi would just shake his head or nod.

Keep silent.

In Buddhist practice, there are closed-mouth meditations. When you can't speak, you can't speak.

The tide beat against the cliff, a girl in a yellow shirt was sitting on a high cliff, her two snow-white legs kicked out from the fork of the plain yellow skirt, and hit the snow-white waves rolled up high on the cliff, being caught She kicked and kicked into the air.

She closed her eyes, listening to the voice of Nanhai.

The second senior brother is stealing the wine from the senior senior brother again.

The big brother and the master are playing chess.

On Zhongwei Peak, the coffin was lying quietly, when suddenly there was the sound of birds wailing on the coffin.

Young Master Xiao Tao frowned at this moment.

Under the hidden sword mountain in the South China Sea, the cave at the bottom of the lake, the sound of cool water flow, there is a little disorder.

The eaves are like cliffs, and the wind chimes are like the sea.

The wind chimes at the bottom of the water swayed.

The girl in the yellow shirt sitting on the edge of the cliff rubbed her sore brows, trying to listen to the farther sound.

She felt a familiar voice, and it disappeared.

Rolling snow.

Collapsed rocks.

The girl in purple shouted hoarsely.

Young master Xiaotao raised his head in a daze, put his hands on the ground, trying to prop himself up, and see clearly what happened in the distance.

It was very strange to her to see that at the top of the sky in the South China Sea, there was a smear of blackness in the sky, and that smear of blackness did not come at the right time.

Because it is daytime.

It was a smear of black light, an extremely narrow ray of black light, mixed with the bright sky, it looked extremely weird, like a tiny breeze living in the gap.

The good luck fell between his eyebrows.

The top of the mountain in the South China Sea was very windy. When the black light fell on the center of his eyebrows, the wind suddenly became stronger for a moment, and then the strange light was blown away.

The wind on Holy Island is also very strong today.

Mozong was extremely quiet.

The holy island is not as cruel as outsiders think. In fact, the holy island is much more peaceful than the Central Plains.

Several young geniuses from Qingmu Palace, Baiyan Palace and Zidi Palace, with the permission of the mountain lord and the Five Elders Association, are trying their best to comprehend the sword tablet of great fortune today on Daguangshan Mountain.

There is only a simple sword mark on the sword tablet.

After Jian Zongming returned to the Holy Island, he had been doing nothing on Da Guangming Mountain.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

As for the respect and admiration of the younger generation, he just accepted it calmly and indifferently.

As for their questions and doubts, he accepted them calmly and indifferently.

Just accept, don't respond.

On that sword stele, the sword marks left were not mottled and complicated, on the contrary, they were extremely clean.

It was like an ordinary person who didn't understand swords, picked up an ordinary iron sword, and carved an ordinary character on this ordinary sword tablet.

"one."

There is no sword intent.

Nothing else.

There is only such a word "one".

What does it mean?
None of the geniuses on the four holy mountains understood.

Until the gust of wind passed by, a figure suddenly appeared on Daguangming Mountain.

The phantom of the Lord of the Mountain always burns slowly and appears steadily, but this time his real body teleported to the top of the mountain.

The geniuses looked at the mountain master with a little bewilderment, wondering what a big event had happened, so grand.

Lord Shanzhu brought Miss Qingli to Da Guangming Mountain. He did not shy away from the young geniuses and took a deep breath.

He said very solemnly: "Open."

Jian Zongming nodded slightly.

opened.

Finally opened.

A few geniuses don't understand, open?What's on?
Jian Zongming took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and looked at the sky.

Above the sky, the sky is full of light, and there is a faint, invisible darkness, which descends like a swimming fish, and lands towards the Great Darkness Mountain.

Everyone saw the black light.

Wang Zhi saw the Lord of the Great Brightness Palace slowly raise his hand, put his fingers together, and move up calmly.

The entire Daguangming Palace was suddenly extinguished by the gust of wind, and huge pressure came

It seems that someone handed out a sword

There was a slight snort.

The ray of black light lifted up with the fingertips far away, and disappeared inch by inch.

Bloom bright again.

She stared blankly at the lord of the Great Bright Palace beside her, and suddenly understood what the "one" on the sword tablet meant.

Everything is a sword.

There is nothing that a sword cannot solve.

(End of this chapter)