Chapter 1434 Master Fanshu
Except for the eye-catching blood stain on the ground, Bailian lowered his head and gathered his clothes while kneeling on the side of the palace road. He was also plainly dressed. At first glance, he looked different from those The palace people kneeling on both sides were no different.
Bailian moved away, and the stopped chariot slowly started to drive along the palace road again.
The Emperor's Empress sat leaning on the chariot. It was she who punished Bailian to kneel here all night long. She knew that Bailian was kneeling there at this moment.
But she didn't even look at him, as if she had forgotten about it.
Let the chariot pass by steadily, passing by Bailian without any intention of stopping.
On the contrary, Qing Shui, who was on the left and right sides of the chariot, couldn't help but look back frequently, as if he couldn't understand how a corpse demon with a cultivation level that had all its blood and energy sealed like a mortal body could endure it. I couldn't bear the snow and cold and knelt here all night.
Today is the ritual of pilgrimage. The two female officials Qingshui Qingxuan will accompany their empress to the Dongtian Temple to receive the ten directions of worship from the Kunlun Immortal Ministers, to discuss affairs, to receive the glory of the stars, and to bless the Immortal Saints. His spirit will bring salvation to all peoples.
Such a pilgrimage is not held every day, but once a month.
The ancient and important immortals who practice in Kunlun Mountain will all gather here.
However, there are many ways to go out of the palace to the Dongtian Temple. Today, the empress chose to take a palace route that is not very popular on weekdays.
Kneeling and worshiping all night in this snow punishment is already the limit. Qing Shui originally thought that the empress would make this trip this morning.
I would find an excuse to let this guy go, but unexpectedly, the pacer didn't show any intention of stopping and actually passed by in a straight line.
"Qingshui."
Qingxuan, who was accompanying him at the other end, had an expressionless face and said without squinting: "Relax your mind and spirit, and don't do unnecessary things."
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The female officer Qingshui raised her eyes and glanced at the graceful woman who was dozing in the chariot with complicated eyes, but she did not say anything on her own initiative.
After the Luan Jia disappeared into the palace corridor with his powerful clouds and mist, the palace servants who were kneeling on the ground respectfully stood up one after another and continued to sweep away the first snow.
Bailian knelt on the spot without getting up, and had no intention of returning to the original position.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes, kneeling very firmly, with his back as straight as a strong bamboo, as if what happened around him had nothing to do with him, and allowed the continuous heavy snow to sweep over him tirelessly.
But his face, as pale as paper, did not make anyone feel how strong he was in his silent and restrained appearance. From a distance, it gave people a sense of crumbling weakness for no reason.
The palace attendants had been serving in the palace for many years. Seeing the demeanor of the two female officials Qing Shui and Qing Xuan, they naturally did not dare to look at them, let alone release their goodwill at will. There is no such person.
"You can really calm down when you are in a dream. Such a snow punishment, he does not use any cultivation level to protect the body. It is no different than a mortal kneeling in the snow in the cold winter for a night. Even if it is The corpse demon's body may not be safe if it lasts for a long time."
Above the lonely tower on the distant peak, the cold current and the sea of clouds floated endlessly.
The white cloak was blown by the cold wind at a high place. Under the hood that fluctuated in the headwind, there was a face as gentle as jade, even though it was blocked by the wide hood. Although he was more than half old, he could still distinguish his beautiful face and good temperament.
Under the snowy color, the woman's lips were full, glowing, and gently curved into a beautiful arc.
"Xing Wu, you might as well take a guess as to why the golden gate that fell in the Kunlun Mountains ended up in the hands of a loser like me with a broken sword and heart at the end of that world?"
This topic is about The jump was too big. Xingwu was stunned for a long time when he was asked back. He frowned and asked: "Why?"
The woman did not answer, she just smiled softly and murmured to herself: "Yes, why exactly..."
The thick and cold clouds turned into the appearance of a dragon, floating in Huanghuang In Mingwei's Dongtian Temple, the white jade green light transforms into heavenly steps, which lead from the Shiwan Mountains to the starry sky of the palace.
The Immortal in Snow Clothes seemed to be wading through the water a hundred thousand miles away from the world of mortal beings, looking around. The figures that looked small but were not actually small all showed their mysterious appearance, and the figures gradually disappeared into the temple.
The two scorching suns were as red as red, as if they had broken free from the restraints, and jumped up from the end of the sky, with blazing rays of light. In an instant, the universe shone brightly, forming an indescribably magnificent picture.
Then, daylight ushered in between Kunlun and heaven. Only one side of the Dongtian Temple, where the wind and snow lasted forever, turned into a bottomless night. Only a cold moon remained, looking down coldly at the vast mountains. common people.
Many immortal ministers came, Cangnan Yi rarely dressed up, and stood in the main hall with an indifferent expression. Behind him, a towering tree as white as snow grew, with tangled roots. The roots are intertwined and hidden in the huge icy blue water mirror of His Highness. Thousands of roots, intricate and complex, are directly connected to the soul of Kunlun's hundreds of thousands of mountains and rivers.
The endless immortal ministers knelt on the ground, Cangnanyi proclaimed the holy Dharma on the stage of the main hall, every word of the mantra, with the heart hanging as the boundary, so that all the hearts inside and outside, one thought is pure, and the clarity and tranquility become a pool. .
At the end of the sermon, the immortal ministers who were kneeling in front of the hall said goodbye. Occasionally, one or two stood up respectfully and began to play in an orderly manner. Recently, there was a difficult situation that happened in the mountains when they were in charge of the territory. Question, please ask Kunlun God’s Holy Judgment.
This pilgrimage is very different from the past.
At the time of the great chaos, the people of the demons and fairies in the mountains were mostly affected. Compared with the past, they were inevitably more violent and murderous. Most of the fairies in the mountains were also of the demon-fairy lineage, and they were also affected by the great chaos. Under the lingering power of the sound, he received a great influence on his mind.
The higher the cultivation level, the more powerful the influence of Chaos Chaoyin will be. They are too busy to take care of themselves, and they are unable to take care of many matters in the territory under their jurisdiction.
Now that the Divine Punishment Trial has come to an end, many official matters, large and small, have piled up in Shiwanda Mountain, but they are also very difficult and troublesome.
Therefore, the pilgrimage that was supposed to end in less than half a day lasted for a whole day, until it was already late at night in the outer mountain, but the divine fire in the Dongtian Temple was still bright and there was no end in sight.
Cangnan Yi and the palace stood tall and majestic all day long, their demeanor remained the same, not at all the same fatigue as last night when the courtyard was filled with flowers.
For all the thorny issues raised by the immortal minister, she can point out the pros and cons in the simplest words, and the immortal minister who worships this palace is by no means a vulgar person. Already know how to deal with these outstanding issues.
When the immortal ministers finished their performance, all the ministers adjusted their immortal official robes with serious eyes, bowed their heads and lowered their eyebrows respectfully.
Cangnan Yi casually pulled out a branch with a glinting luster from among the huge snow-colored silver-white branches behind him. He shook it gently, and the cold-colored glimmering light among the branches and leaves was like the radiance of stars. The dew among the willow leaves in the early morning was shaken away.
The water droplets like morning dew turned into countless water-colored dust particles and sprinkled on the immortal ministers in the hall.
The ministers bowed and raised their heads, their faces were calm but they could not conceal the gleam of hot expectation in their eyes, and they allowed the water-colored fairy flakes to fall into their spiritual altars. In this way, the pilgrimage can be considered truly over.
After the immortal ministers resigned and left the Dongtian Temple one after another, when Cang Nanyi turned around, the divine brilliance radiated from the huge snow tree behind him was set against the background. Her skin had no color and was actually much paler and sicker than before.
But her movements were free and easy, and she held out the branch. The silver-white sacred tree growing quietly in the hall was spreading its branches, and she actually took the initiative to re-open the branch in her palm. Recall and return.
“Please stop, my queen.”
At this time, a deep and hoarse voice came from His Highness.
The pilgrimage has ended. If there is a major event in the mountains, it should be said in the palace. However, if it is not a major event, it is also very rude to talk about trivial matters other than political affairs in the Dongtian Temple at this moment. One thing.
But there was no sign of impatience on Cangnan's clothes. She turned around and looked down at the monk in the gray-white monk's robe.
“I wonder if Master Fanshu has any other advice?”
Cang Nanyi’s expression was indifferent, but when he saw the poor female monk in the hall with her bare feet soaked in mud, she rarely put them away. The usual light and natural laziness in his eyes revealed a somewhat serious attitude.
At this moment, the only remaining monk in the temple, whose name is Fanshu, is an extremely rare female ascetic in the world. She is not from the lineage of demons and immortals.
He is a monk who attained enlightenment and ascended to the throne in human Buddhism. He originally lived in Xitai Mountain in the fairy world 600,000 years ago. He practiced alone, did not establish a sect, and did not rely on various fairy clan forces. An ascetic monk who truly complies with his destiny.
Her understanding is extraordinary. Although her cultivation is not as high as that of the Five Immortals, she is able to master all dharma. The Buddha's teachings are natural. Even the indifferent and noble character of Lian Xianzhan Zhuzhan has no regard for her. There is also a bit of admiration.
One hundred and forty thousand years ago, Master Fanshu came to the Kunlun Mountains to ask questions and listen to the saints. He also practiced hard to this point. His original intention was not to live in the Kunlun Mountains for a while. Even though he had become an immortal, he still remained Begging for food on foot, practicing Buddhism, cultivating merit through ascetic practices, taking the precepts as a teacher, and following ancient Dharma.
I happened to encounter a little tiger who had traveled through mountains and rivers, passed through a field of ice and snow hundreds of thousands of miles away, covered with frost and snow, and was already dying.
Master Fanshu pursues the mission of saving all sentient beings from danger, and became related to him because of the evil soul nail in the heart of the little tiger. Master Fanshu, who has never been in a relationship and has been traveling all over the world as an ascetic for many years, has lived in the Kunlun Mountains for a long time.
The Evil Soul Nail is the result of a unique miraculous magic technique. Cang Nanyi tried to decipher the technique, but he was still unable to completely pull out the nail that pierced the heart and killed the soul. Been wounded by it.
Zhenren Fanshu is one of the few people in the Kunlun Mountains who knows the life and origin of the little tiger. She pities the tragic fate of the little tiger who was born and died and abandoned by his parents.
I also respect the nameless female immortal attendant who traveled a hundred thousand miles at the expense of her own life, just to seek a chance for her little master.
I also pity the little tiger who has been suffering from illness day and night since he was a child, and is weak in body. The emperor and empress are willing to take her in regardless of her origins and origins, and give the tiger the honor and status .
But Master Fanshu had also heard about the tragic phenomenon of the emperor’s empress accepting disciples before.
If you can’t be a teacher, how can you be a mother?
One by one, the strong second-generation immortal disciples fell into her hands and were either dead or maimed. The little tiger was so young and frail, but Master Fanshu was very worried about his future fate.
Therefore, during these years of staying in Kunlun Mountain, she was a real teacher and mother to Xiaoshanjun. Although she had never performed a true apprenticeship ceremony, she still taught her all the year round, teaching her calligraphy and reading scriptures.
Although the little tiger is not as innocent as ordinary children and has a bit of a weird temperament, Master Fanshu, who has been with her all year round, treats her very sincerely.
It's just that although the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan respected her, there was no way he could pass on his father's bloodline to a female ascetic like her. A single lineage was too weak.
Master Fanshu is also aware of this. He knows that if the little tiger becomes her disciple, it will definitely do more harm than good, so he will not forcefully accept her as a disciple against God's will because of his personal likes and dislikes.
What's more, the little tiger's character is too weird and is not suitable for practicing ascetic Buddhism.
Master Fanshu passed on his karma and taught the Tao, but he did not have any thoughts of accepting disciples. However, for so many years, he always paid attention to this important matter for her.
In her heart, the Emperor is too indifferent by nature, too clear-minded, not close to anyone, and does not have any emotions beyond reason with anyone. For her, the Tao of Forgetting Love is too great for her. Couldn't be more suitable.
It's just not suitable for little tigers.
Although the two female officials Qingshui Qingxuan are knowledgeable, they are too rigid. This is very similar to her, and they are not suitable for the little tiger.
Every time he thinks about this, Master Fanshu is inevitably worried, wondering what the road ahead for the little tiger is.
She stood in the dust of the fairy dust. Those gifts of the fairyland that many immortal ministers could not get, but she was not touched by dust. Her gray and old monk's robe was full of the smell of worldly dust. , looked at the holy woman in the temple who was as tall as the clouds with a serious face, and slowly opened her mouth.
“Advice is out of the question, it’s just that the empress has been busy dealing with various matters in the mountain recently, and I shouldn’t have distracted the empress at this time.
It's just that His Highness the Little Tiger King is already quite old. Although when he was young, he was transformed into a half-demon body by the Empress's destiny-changing technique, and he has survived to this day.
But this body cannot practice cultivation, and it is difficult to prevent the disaster of evil spirits. Now that everything is certain, should the empress also consider the life-long events of your young highness? ”
This real Fanshu rarely sets foot in the political temple inside Kunlun Jingxu such as Dongtian Temple. Although she is in Kunlun, she is not affiliated with Kunlun.
Today Appearing here, Cang Nanyi already expected that she was here for Xiao Shanjun's business.
But he didn't expect that she would have such a proposal, and his face couldn't help but look a little strange: "A lifelong event? Master Fanshu wants to marry off Xiao Junjun? ”
The ascetic Buddhist monks and nuns started working as matchmakers in the Kunlun Mountains...
But they are really different and incompatible.
Master Fanshu obviously did not expect that the emperor’s thoughts, which were not worldly at all, could be so simple and worldly. His rigid and serious face was depressed for a moment, and then he calmed down and said:
"This is not what I mean. Your Highness has a special physique. It is difficult to survive in the world, but if you can obtain the Dharma and practice it, follow the path that suits you, get rid of the entanglement of your mind, open the eyes of wisdom, and block all the evil ways, it is not difficult to reach the door of good destination, obtain the method of extending your life, and be free, healthy and comfortable. Lang’s life on the road”
(End of this chapter)