Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 294 The Supervisor Asks the Heaven, Yin Furnace and Yang Cauldron

The world is vast, and the great mountains lie across.

Ji Yuan is like a dragon and snake, climbing on Mount Sumeru.

It was as if the bones had been dismantled by a cramp, and there was no pain anywhere in the whole body.

Unfortunately, his physique is different from ordinary people, and he is extraordinarily domineering.

It has ribs and ribs, condensing ten qi channels.

Every time as long as the motionless Mountain King Sutra is turned on, the plump flesh and blood will squirm and shrink.

In just a few breaths, the nails that fell off and the skin that was scraped off will grow back.

It was like repeated torment and torture, with no end in sight.

If it weren't for the life-killing monk back then, he specially trained his body with qi, blood and real fire to kill the pain in his heart.

Ji Yuan may not be able to bear it, he will not stop, and strive to climb the mountain!
Until he crossed 72 feet, his body was empty and his internal energy was exhausted.

Every muscle, every bone was squeezed dry.

His eyes suddenly went black, as if he had passed out.

The whole body lost its support and fell from the 72-foot-high cliff.

"Very good, very good."

The life-killing monk was there to protect the Dharma, so naturally he would not harm the successor of the mantle.

With a gratified face, he stretched out his hand and knocked heavily on the copper bowl, and the mighty Buddha's light disappeared immediately.

The lofty and lofty mountain with the poor blue sky, and the dark sea of ​​bitterness that cannot be crossed, all disappeared like clouds and smoke.

The scene presented in it is like looking at flowers in a fog, the elephant is invisible, and can no longer be seen clearly.

There was a "boom", like a bubble bursting.

The next moment, Ji Yuan fell back into the courtyard out of thin air.

Suspended quietly, more than half a foot off the ground.

The man was sweating profusely, and his blood was churning, as if he had come out of a huge steamer.

Mount Sumeru, which is 72 feet tall, has already exhausted the physique of the tendons and ribs, and the savings of the ten energy channels.

"As expected of the disciple chosen by the old monk."

The killing monk showed approval, and he firmly believed in his heart that even the hidden veins of the emperor's ancestors in the past dynasties of Huangjue Temple.

There are no more outstanding successors than Ji Yuan.

If we only count the Buddhists who practice the "Fudo Mountain King Sutra", there will be even fewer.

"Come on, wipe your ninth master dry and send him back to the wing."

The skinny old monk passed through the arch with two eyes.

When it fell on the housekeeper outside the courtyard, the generous voice also exploded in my heart.

For ordinary people, such methods are no different from immortals and Buddhas.

"As expected, we have eyes that do not recognize the true Buddha! In the past, we only regarded this eminent monk and master with profound Dharma,

Be a fake monk who drinks and eats meat!sin sin! "

A look of horror appeared in the old housekeeper's eyes, and he entered the courtyard tremblingly.

When he saw the killing monk sitting cross-legged on the ground with a shriveled face.

The latter smiled kindly, as if the spring breeze soothed his anxious heart.

The old housekeeper instantly felt relieved, and summoned a few strong servants to carry the sleeping Master Jiu back to his room.

"Practicing external kung fu horizontally requires not only hard work, but also nourishment for the body."

The killing monk's eyelids drooped, and he thought about it.

If you only practice but not nourish, your iron body will also cause a deficit.

It is necessary to combine cultivation and practice in order to make steady progress.

"Although the old monk is poor and has nothing to lose.

But the huge city of Tianjing, how can there be no shortage of nourishing things. "

It's rare for a life-killing monk to worry about it. In the past, he always asked for alms when he was hungry, drank dew when he was thirsty, and didn't care about things outside his body at all.

But now that he unilaterally accepts his apprentice, it can no longer be the case.

The old monk's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help looking at Qin Tianjian in the direction of the imperial city.

He doesn't seem to have many acquaintances in Tianjing City.

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Sheji Tower, the ninth level.

The immortal Meng Xuanji was meditating when suddenly a chill came from his back.

There is also a throbbing in the heart, which is inexplicable and confusing.

He frowned, and counted with his right hand hidden in his sleeve.

But it was vague and nothing came of it.

"Huh? I don't even have a clue about my plum blossom heart.

It seems that he must either be a master of the unity of man and nature, or have a treasure to protect him!
Could it be the Qishi's minion, some God's chosen demon?Want to make trouble again? "

Meng Xuanji's thoughts were flickering and flickering, as if he had guessed something.

"I sit quietly in the Sheji Tower all the year round, aloof from the world.

Now that a disaster is imminent, instead of doing it, it is better to let someone block the disaster and resolve the grievances from heaven.

Speaking of which, who can be so lucky to get my favor? "

The Qin Tianjian was thinking silently, his eyes turned, and he looked straight to the side.

In the end, it was settled on the mount he subdued, that is, Xin's two-foot-tall sapphire lion.

Seemingly majestic, but actually timid and lazy, the gatekeeper of Shejilou is a big demon.

Now he is lying on the ground and dozing off, making a thunderous snoring sound.

The loose hair trembled and trembled, as if he had a sweet dream, and he laughed strangely from time to time.

"That's the idiot."

Meng Xuanji nodded slightly, as if quite satisfied.

"Anyway, the skin is rough and the flesh is thick, so it can withstand severe beatings."

He got up slowly, and found a gong from nowhere.

Holding a mallet, he put it close to the raised ear of the sapphire lion, and knocked it hard.

clang!
The dull sound waves poured into the ears, causing the poor horse's hair to explode and its limbs to shrink back.

With distressing proficiency, he rolled over a few times and hid under the big desk.

Crackling, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it were overturned and scattered all over the ground.

The sapphire lion, which was frightened out of its wits, kept shouting:

"My lord, my lord! Help me!"

Meng Xuanji put down the gong and gavel, hating that iron could not become steel:

"You useless bastard, you are less courageous than a mouse!

If I had known this, I should have accepted a vixen and a white sparrow demon, at least they looked good! "

The sapphire lion came back to his senses, shook his head, threw the big case away, and said aggrievedly:
"The fox spirit is promiscuous, the heart is easy to move, the sparrow demon speaks sweetly, it is useless to tell the truth,
How can someone who is too young be loyal to the master and never leave an inch! "

Meng Xuanji sneered, and said mercilessly:
"You idiot is lazy and timid.

Staying in this Sheji Building, eating, drinking and sleeping every day, naturally boundless happiness, this is called inseparable.

If it were an ordinary family background, how could they afford a mount that could not even move their limbs and ride the clouds and fog?
Apart from your master, can you find other people who have been taken advantage of?This is called loyalty. "

The sapphire lion shrank its neck when he heard the words, and remained silent, as if pretending to be dead.

"Don't talk again now? Let you practice the exercises diligently, but you will only be lazy.

The mountains outside Tianjing are like dragons, full of energy.

I don’t know how happy I am to be able to practice here with peace of mind if I’m replaced by an ordinary monster... You’re lucky, three days of fishing and two days of drying the net.

After finally going out for a while, he distributed all the medicine pills given to the mountain spirits, wild monsters and banshee spirits outside! "

The sapphire lion buried its head even lower, and said weakly:

"They respect the little ones very much. When they meet, they are the older brother and the younger brother. They sincerely offer the clean dew, fresh flowers and fruits they picked...

Especially those banshee sisters, who always worry about it, every time the younger ones give some pills privately, they will worry and ask each other, will my master be angry..."

Meng Xuanji was so angry that veins burst out on his forehead, but he was helpless.

When he traveled to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, why did he pick on this stupid bastard?

You know, there were quite a few mounts to choose from at that time.

A nine-headed worm with the blood of a dragon, an extremely difficult centipede with hundreds of eyes, and a six-eared white ape born with psychics.

Many different species are willing to sit under him and be a mount to guard the courtyard.

"What a mistake! I never thought that when you were five years old, you have a heart like a child.

As a result, it is still like this when it is more than a hundred years old!

Daoist Lord, this can no longer be called a 'baby', it should be called a 'fool'! "

Meng Xuanji sighed and almost beat his chest to express his regret.

"Master, calm down and don't damage your body."

The Sapphire Lion seemed quite ashamed, rolled over and obediently admitted his mistake:

"The little one will definitely practice hard in the future, and will never be lazy again!"

Meng Xuanji sighed softly, thinking of the exaggerated idea of ​​using this idiot to ward off disasters just now.

I couldn't help feeling a little soft-hearted at the moment, and said lightly:

"Be careful, don't be charmed by the banshee outside..."

The sapphire lion raised its head abruptly, its eyes bright as lanterns, full of expectation:
"Snacks? Where!"

The smile on Meng Xuanji's face suddenly froze, and he said with a flick of his sleeves:

"Forget it, forget it, you idiot is hopeless!

You will be fined to guard the gate of the Qintian Prison for a few days, remember that.

If you see a monk, say that your master is away.

Seeing a Taoist priest, he said that your master is in retreat and will not receive him.

By the way, if my nominal apprentice comes.

Just take the few volumes of life books and Taoism collected by Jiuchonglou, and let them look through. "

In the dark, this Qin Tianjian felt that an old friend would come to visit.

Among them, good and bad are unpredictable, and there are signs of disaster.

Thinking about it again, he once snatched the apprentice of the old monk Linji.

He also ridiculed the old Taoist priests in Zhenwu Mountain who only accepted female disciples, and a pear tree pressed the crabapple.

He also scolded the abbot of Huangjue Temple, the head of the Hanging Temple.

Even the sacrificial wine and the head of the mountain in the two schools of Shangyin and Jixia were not spared.

Claiming that one is a pedantic scholar, and the other is an old school bag.

After thinking about it, I really offended many people.

Since he had a whim, he might as well take out the stupid thing to block it.

Anyway, you can't die, at most you will suffer a little bit.

The sapphire lion still didn't know what was coming, opened his eyes wide, and said pitifully:

"master……"

Since the last time Yang Hong, Duke of Liang, blocked the way, he witnessed two great masters competing in martial arts.

Those shocking and terrifying scenes made it tremble with fright.

She lost several layers of hair and was almost bald.

From then on, he made up his mind not to go downstairs and leave Qin Tianjian for half a step.

"What are you afraid of, you idiot? The Sheji Tower is in the imperial city, who dares to come and act wild?

Don't even think about how cultivated your master is?There are only a handful of people in the world who can fight with me!

There is not even half of them who can beat me! "

Meng Xuanji rolled up his sleeves and gathered up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"But, master...you said last time that you have never fought in your life!"

The sapphire lion took over the conversation in a low voice.

"It's true that I don't fight with people in my life, but... the achievements of subduing demons and demons,

Zhenwushan, the bull-nosed teacher taught by Laojun, after 800 years of repairing, he will not be able to catch up with your master!

Don't even use your brain to think about it, you stupid bastard, who is a martial artist in the world, who has never fought in his life?

Wouldn't it prove once again that your master is extraordinary! "

Meng Xuanji smiled triumphantly, shaking the purple gold cassock.

Shaking around, sitting back in place.

The sapphire lion was stunned for a moment, it seemed to be the same reason.

It propped up its huge body, turned its head three times a step, and moved downstairs.

Meng Xuanji turned a blind eye and practiced with his eyes closed.

In the Jing Dynasty, there were nine big cities dominating the border, called Jiubian and Jiuguan.

Further outside is the land where barbarians, remnants, demons, and evil monsters linger.

According to legend, go out of the city from Nine Sides and travel another three thousand miles.

There was once a young Taoist priest who each erected a 49-foot-high golden stele with the word "Yongzhen" written on it.

All the barbarians, remnants, demons, and evil monsters who have entered the realm of the great master must pass over this monument.

It will inevitably lead to mighty heavenly power, and the purple thunder will hit the top.

"The saint said that the territory of the Jing Dynasty should be expanded by another three thousand miles to the foothold of the nine border gates."

Meng Xuanji sat on the futon and looked up, as if asking the sky from afar, with a faint voice:
"Now, apart from Shuofengguan, which has been opened up for a thousand miles, who has done it for the other eight big cities?"

On the ninth floor, no one responded.

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Liang Guogong's mansion, the upper and lower sides are plain.

Everyone wore hemp and filial piety, and the mourning was endless.

Inside the mourning hall, there is a high-quality golden nanmu coffin.

The brazier burned the paper money, and the charred ashes floated out.

This is already the seventh day of the suspension.

Yang Que's headless body was put into the coffin long ago.

Because of the owl head.

Yang Ping'er also invited the top corpse stitcher in Tianjing, got a head carved from beautiful jade, and put it on the neck.

In case my second elder brother will be buried in a different place and will not be able to rest in peace.

During the period, among the six ministries, many officials, big and small, came to express their condolences.

Including the thirteen adoptive sons that his father received under his command when he fought in the South and the North.

Either come in person, or send someone instead.

In addition to the seven-day and seven-night water and land dojo, there is almost no rest.

Putting on the stage, the momentum is so great that it shakes Tianjing.

But when everyone is dead, no matter how good the coffin is, no matter how big the ceremony is, what good is it?
Yang Ping'er's eyes were empty, staring straight at the door.

He seemed to want to know if Ji Jiulang, who was awarded the boa robe by a thousand households, would come to eat.

She witnessed that day, Ji Yuan chopped off Yang Que's head with a single knife, and held it in his hand.

The frightening scene is like a branding iron deeply imprinted in my heart, which is difficult to erase.

Every time I dream back in the middle of the night, I will fall into a nightmare, and finally wake up with fright.

"Miss San, you haven't had any water or rice these days, so please don't hurt your body."

A female official wearing a gauze hat in plain clothes supported Yang Ping'er who was kneeling on the futon, and said softly:
"The princess is always thinking about you, thinking about your situation, knowing that the Duke of Liang has been wronged.

He also said that there is such a big family, the big one becomes a monk, and the second master unfortunately suffers, leaving only the third lady to support herself alone. "

Yang Ping'er already had a lot of sorrow and sorrow in her heart, now she came to the back hall, there is no outsider.

Hearing this for the first time, he couldn't help but bow his head at the desk and burst into tears.

Until now, she still couldn't understand why her father abandoned her second brother Yang Que!

No matter how loyal and outstanding Zhao Wulie is, he is still an outsider.

Second brother, no matter how mediocre and unfavored he is, he is also his own flesh and blood!

"Third Miss, don't blame the Duke for being cruel, let alone blame His Highness the Crown Prince for not being sympathetic.

This was originally just a matter of my own family, and it would be fine to close the door and punish me a little bit.

That Ji Jiulang would not let him go, and made such a big commotion.

He is now a big celebrity in the East Palace, and His Royal Highness never mentioned government affairs with the Crown Princess, so it is difficult to say anything.

After a while, the limelight has passed, and then they will bridge the relationship for the Liang government. "

This plain-clothed female official has an ordinary appearance and a well-organized speech, which makes people feel convincing and intimate.

Yang Ping'er raised her head, and her delicate face with pear blossoms and rain made people feel pity for me.

Sobbing and clapping, said softly:
"Thank you, princess."

The female officer in plain clothes smiled lightly, took out a silk scarf and handkerchief to wipe off the tears on Yang Ping'er's face, and said softly:

"I heard that you, Miss San, have been frightened recently and have frequent nightmares. The Crown Princess is also very worried, and ordered me to fetch the tranquilizing incense from the palace.

Click it later, and you will be able to get rid of miscellaneous thoughts and sleep well. "

Yang Ping'er nodded slightly, suddenly feeling exhausted.

Seeing this, the female officer in plain clothes quickly helped Miss Yang San back to the wing.

Then, take out three incense sticks and a small tripod.

Gently point, the smoke curls up.

Strange to say, Yang Ping'er was lying on the bed with all her clothes on.

Usually when you close your eyes, you will see the bloody head of the second brother Yang Que, with resentful eyes.

But this time, it was different.

Smelling the light fragrance, Yang Ping'er's eyelids were heavy, and she felt drowsy.

As soon as it touches the pillow, people fall asleep.

Indistinctly, in a trance, it seems to be in a beautiful heavenly palace and fairyland.

Exotic flowers and plants, flying cranes soaring in the sky.

Pavilions, terraces and pavilions are set against the bright moon.

Suddenly, there is a moving music from far to near.

The goddess with icy muscles and bones came in thin clothes.

Or dance lightly, or sing gracefully.

Everyone smiled coquettishly at Yang Ping'er, as if they had known each other for a long time.

Walking forward in a daze, he saw a majestic and graceful woman sitting on the beauty couch hovering around the phoenix bird.

She waved at Yang Ping'er, smiled lightly and said:
"It turned out that Fairy Pingting went down to practice and returned to her position. Come, come, so I can have a look with me."

(End of this chapter)