Chapter 304 By the Order of the Buddhas of the Ten Directions (4000)
“Whoops.”
Before Qin Yao could think of how to reply, a magnificent sword energy suddenly fell from the sky and manifested in mid-air. A young man with a temperament as sharp as a sword.
The man was dressed in black, with black hair, black eyes, and sword-like eyebrows. His face was like a crown jade, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was as clear as spring water: "Ye Baimei, a swordsman from Bashu, congratulates Mr. Qin on the orders of the Holy Lady of Montenegro. Good luck with the appointment. Congratulations.”
“Bashu Sword Immortal Ye Baimei!” someone murmured to himself.
More famous disciples’ eyes sparkled, like star chasers seeing their idols!
Bashu, China, has steep mountains and abyss, and the terrain is strange and dangerous. Countless strange people and swordsmen have appeared since ancient times.
With the goal of immortality, they eat and sleep in the open air, sneaking among the mountains, gathering the essence of heaven and earth to practice martial arts.
Thousands of years ago, the Shu Mountains regarded Emei as their lord. After the disaster of Youquan Blood Demon, the Shu Mountain Alliance headed by Emei was crippled. The remaining people gathered together, with Emei Mountain as the main peak. Today's Shushan Sect was formed.
Thanks to the innate environmental advantages and the support from the upper world, Shushan is now one of the most famous sects in the entire spiritual world.
There is no weak person who can make a name for himself under the glory of the Shushan Sect. The Sword Immortal Ye Baimei was famous three hundred years ago. He was an independent leader among the Shushan Swordsmen and had a great reputation in the spiritual world. !
"Whoosh..."
In mid-air, Ye Baimei waved his sleeves, and a beam of light descended, manifesting into a book in front of Qin Yao, with a dark blue cover covered with workmanship. There are four big characters written on it: Poems of the King of Liao.
"The Poems of the King of Liao!!!"
Beside Qin Yao, the old master grabbed the book in his hand, his eyes filled with joy.
Maoshan once had eight treasures that guarded the mountain, including jade seals, jade guis, inkstones, jade talismans, one volume of "Poetry Slips of the King of Liao", a Jing Zhen Jade Target Sword, twelve scrolls of "Slip Poems of the Great Cave Scroll of the Shangqing Dynasty", The twelve scrolls of "Secret Records of the Great Cave of the Shangqing Dynasty".
Perhaps due to the war, all the last four treasures were lost... Just now the Sword Demon sent Jing Zhenyu's sword, and now the Sword Immortal brought the Liao King's poem slips. In an instant, the two treasures returned to the mountain as a gift. The leader was already trying hard to restrain himself without beaming with joy.
Qin Yao didn’t know what the King of Liao’s poem slips were, but just judging from the performance of the old leader at this moment, I’m afraid this thing is not vulgar...
“The congratulatory gift has been sent. Farewell."
The swordsman bowed his hands numbly, as if forced to do business, and then disappeared.
"Qin Yao, this Slip of Poetry from the King of Liao..." the old master said with a smile, holding a sword in his left hand and writing in his right hand.
The corner of Qin Yao's mouth twitched: "Is it also a lost sacred object of Maoshan?"
"Yes, that's right." The old master looked at him with shining eyes, full of some hints .
Qin Yao turned a blind eye to this hint and looked up at the sky.
For some reason, he felt that this matter might not be over yet!
"Hey~"
Just when the old boss was about to give this stingy guy a lesson, a clear and crisp sound of a knife suddenly sounded in the sky. Looking up, he saw someone coming with a knife, and the knife seemed to be tearing apart. Split the void.
"I am here, Guan Jinfei, on the orders of the Holy Lady of Montenegro, to congratulate Mr. Qin on his official appointment and to offer you a congratulatory gift."
"Guan Jinfei, the mad swordsman." Among the crowd, those who were shocked came and went. The cultivator was speechless, but the other party's title suddenly popped into his mind.
Qin Yao twitched the corner of his mouth and asked: "Isn't what you brought also a sacred object from Maoshan?"
Guan Jinfei grinned, flew down the magic sword, raised his hand and summoned a bunch of things, and put them into the arms of Qin Yao, who had a blank look on his face: "The twelve scrolls of "Simple Poems on the Big Hole Scroll of the Shangqing Dynasty", I wonder if they are your sacred objects."
"Yes, yes." Before Qin Yao could speak, the overjoyed old master could no longer hold his nerve.
Three pieces. Three of the four lost treasures are back. Will there be more later?
Thinking like this, the old leader couldn't help but look up at the sky.
Only one thing is missing...
Guan Jinfei glanced at the old leader, as if he heard his thoughts, and smiled: "I won't disappoint you."
After saying that, he raised his steps, and the magic sword suddenly glowed with light. Come to his feet.
"Mr. Qin, this subordinate takes his leave."
"Subordinate???" Looking at the figure of Kuang Dao retreating away, Qin Yao slowly narrowed his eyes.
Under the repeated interruptions of the Sword Immortal and the Crazy Sword, the old leader had long forgotten the initial question, staring at the blue sky and white clouds above his head, silently waiting for a consummation .
"Amitabha."
To everyone's surprise, as a deafening voice sounded, an old monk with white hair and beard stepped on the void and came slowly.
Heroes from all walks of life, the young monks did not know who the old monk was, so they did not make any noise.
But the old master holding a sword and a book widened his eyes, and said with a rare gaffe: "Master Miaofeng?!"
Most of the monks that young people can come into contact with today are Among the monks during the Qing Dynasty, some of the monks of the Ming Dynasty were dead, living in seclusion, and rarely active in the world.
This divine monk who came out of nowhere was a divine monk who was active in the Ming Dynasty. He was once named a "true disciple of the Buddha" by the Emperor Wanli. The Queen Mother of the same dynasty also worshiped him as her teacher. ".
Now that the Ming Dynasty has gone far away, and all the legendary figures have gone into seclusion, the old master never thought that one day he would meet the eminent monk from the Dharma sect that he had met when he was a child!
"You are the contemporary leader of Maoshan?" Miaofeng said with a smile.
"Junior Chen Qingyan, pay homage to the senior." While the old master saluted, he couldn't help but think in his heart: Just the first three, how can the Saint of Montenegro actually command Master Miaofeng? ? ?
This is unimaginable!
"Not bad." Miaofeng took a deep look at him, praised, and then looked at Qin Yao: "Are you Qin Yao, a layman?"
Qin Yao: "???"
Why is this old man so polite to me?
"Junior Qin Yao, pay homage to the master." With deep doubts, Qin Yao bowed and saluted.
In his opinion, the head of his family has to bow his hands in salute and call himself senior. If he is a little casual, it is the same as being arrogant. It is better to be more steady.
Unexpectedly, when he saw him saluting, Miaofeng's expression changed and he subconsciously avoided it, saying repeatedly: "No, no..."
Qin Yao: "???"
What's not allowed? ?
Old boss: "???"
I can salute, but he can't?
After all, am I not as good as him?
As for the others, they were even more confused.
This kind of thing beyond their cognition makes them almost lose their ability to think.
"The poor monk is here to congratulate the layman on your official appointment on the orders of the Buddhas of the ten directions." Miaofeng clasped his hands together and said politely: "You are a friend of the Buddhas of the ten directions, the poor monk. I dare not be disrespectful to you, let alone ask you to salute."
Qin Yao: "..."
The old leader: "???"
Besides the Saint of Montenegro, what other Buddhas does he know? !
Shi Jian suddenly panicked.
This is both a saint and a Buddha, so it’s a bit scary.
Just a person... No, it seems to be an Earth Master, but it is strange for a mere Earth Master to come into contact with such an existence, right?
In fact, he was not the only one who was panicked, all the Maoshan disciples who belonged to his camp were panicked.
This unfolding is so damn scary!
How many things did Qin Yao do behind their backs? How many other terrifying secrets does he hide?
Looking across the panicked faces of the Shi Jian sect, the complicated faces of the old leader, and the dumbfounded audience, Qin Yao wanted to say that I was not familiar with Shifang, but his reason told him, If he said this, not only would no one believe it, but everyone would think he was showing off.
The Buddha was so free that he specially found someone to congratulate an unfamiliar person!
"This is a congratulatory gift personally found by the Buddhas of the ten directions." Miaofeng turned his hands and took out a bunch of things, like a mad knife, and placed them in Qin Yao's arms: "Congratulations to layman Qin on joining Fengdu."
The old leader stretched his head and took a look at the pile of things, and his heart suddenly became ecstatic.
All together.
All together.
Now it's complete.
The four treasures that were once lost were found during his tenure as head... Well, they were sent back. What is this? This is obviously his achievement!
Even if he were to resign on the spot, he would not have to worry about his legacy.
Turning his head and taking a deep look at Qin Yao, the old leader once again confirmed his thoughts: If this guy is not the leader of Maoshan, he will definitely be a loss for all of Maoshan.
For the interests of Maoshan and the foundation of the founder, he should be the leader of the family, whether he is right or not... Want to run? No way!
"Thank you, Master Miaofeng." The old master took a long breath and saluted again.
Miaofeng smiled slightly: "I am just an errand boy under the seat of the Buddha of the Ten Directions. I don't deserve such heavy thanks. If I want to thank you, just thank layman Qin."
Old leader: "..."
Let me bow down and say thank you to a disciple. Master, are you serious?
"By the way, the Buddhas of the Ten Directions also said that you should go to the West to find him when you have time. He also wants to come to you, but it is too troublesome to go down to earth." Miaofeng stepped on the void and slowly He rose up and said to Qin Yao.
Qin Yao: "..."
Let me go to the West?
This guy thinks too highly of me.
Even if I die, I will go to hell!
"Jushi Qin, farewell." Miaofeng smiled slightly and waved.
As for the old boss... he is just a junior, he is really too lazy to waste words.
"Goodbye, master." Qin Yao bowed subconsciously, but fortunately he reacted just as he bowed his head, stood up straight, and responded.
After Miaofeng left, there was silence outside Yuanfu Palace for a long time, until Qin Yao raised a pile of scrolls in his arms: "Master?"
The old master woke up from a dream. , put away the book and sword in his hands, raised his sleeves and brushed Qin Yao's chest, and the pile of scrolls suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"Comrades, please serve as witnesses." The old master waved his sleeves, raised his hands to hundreds of monks and said: "In the name of the master of Maoshan, I give Qin Yao the highest authority of Waimao!"
Beside the old master, Shi Jian's pupils shrank, but he could only silently clench his fists.
The credit for bringing back the four holy objects is so great that it deserves the highest authority.
Although he was unwilling to accept it, he had to accept it!
From an inconspicuous position, Uncle Jiu looked at this scene with smiles in his eyes. He was so happy that he wanted to hum a tune. Fortunately, he did not fall into a state of selflessness and finally restrained himself.
Perhaps this is the mentality of a master (father). As you get older, your child's glory will become your own glory.
……
In a blink of an eye, it was night.
In Yuanfu Palace, Uncle Jiu was sitting next to Qin Yao. Watching him gobble it up, he couldn't help but said: "Eat slowly, no one will grab it for you now."
In fact, no one robbed him during the day, but since the fourth After a hermit brought the Four Treasures of Maoshan, both fellow monks and disciples from other sects were very eager to have a relationship with him. This led to at least 500 people coming to toast him. He drank until late and almost died at the dinner table.
Even if he could eat something so clean at this moment, it was not because those crazy guys were willing to let him go, but because the old boss saw that after dark, he forcefully announced that the celebration had ended successfully, and brought a The high-ranking officials of the Outer Mao School saw off the Mingjiao people and then emptied the Yuanfu Palace, giving Qin Yao a chance to breathe.
"It's so realistic to be poor in the busy city and have no one to care about, but to be rich in the mountains and have distant relatives." Qin Yao said incomprehensibly, taking a chicken drumstick in his mouth.
Uncle Jiu laughed dumbly: "Who allowed you to be so prominent today? You are both a saint and a Buddha. It can be said that not even one of the people present today can see the gods and Buddhas with their own eyes. "
Qin Yao was speechless when he mentioned this. He spat out a bone and said, "If I said that I didn't know anything about it beforehand, would you believe it?"
"I believe it." Said without thinking.
"Huh?" A trace of surprise flashed across Qin Yao's face, and he didn't even bother to eat. He turned to look at Uncle Jiu: "Based on the trust between master and disciple?"
Uncle Jiu: "Based on the knowledge that you are stingy! Considering your stingy character, if I had known about it in advance, I would have concealed my wealth and silently swallowed those four treasures."
Speaking of With four treasures, Qin Yao suddenly felt distressed: "Xiao Zhuo, ugh... a prodigal woman."
“Pa.”
Uncle Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and slapped him hard on the arm: “You know nothing, in fact, you won’t lose even if you make a profit.”
< br>Qin Yao blinked: "What should I say? Will the leader reward me afterwards?"
"Do you know what the leader meant when he said the highest authority during the day?" Uncle Jiu asked.
"Lawless, do whatever you want?"
Uncle Jiu: "???"
"It means that if I urinate in front of the statue of the Patriarch, the leader will only think that I am the Patriarch. Is the statue in the wrong place?" Qin Yao asked tentatively.
Uncle Jiu: "..."
Are you the father of the leader?
If it were his son, he would have to say hello with a big mouth!
"A little weaker than this?" Looking at his expression, Qin Yao knew that he was thinking too high, so he had to lower his standards: "Can you beat the elders of our sect at will?"
"You want to Who are you beating?" Suddenly, Chen Qingyan, dressed in red robe, walked in.
"Master." The master and apprentice quickly stood up and saluted.
The old leader waved his hand: "No need to be polite, tell me, which elder do you want to beat?"
"Shi Jian." Qin Yao said without thinking.
"Can you beat him?" The old boss expressed doubts.
"A group fight or a sneak attack will definitely work." Qin Yao looked confident.
Old leader: “…”
Forget about a group fight, you still attack...
How shameless? ? ?
"No, you can't do this." The old boss stared at him for a while, but the more he looked at him, the more worried he became, and threatened: "If you dare to do this, I will deal with you."
Qin Yao looked angrily: "You are killing the donkey..."
"Shut up." Uncle Jiu kicked him and admonished: "Don't be disrespectful to the leader."
"Lin Jiu, there is no need to go up and down the line. If he is only obedient and doesn't dare to say a thing in front of me, I won't value him so much." The old boss said with a smile.
Uncle Jiu: "..."
Then shall I go? ? ?
(End of this chapter)