Abandoned Immortals

"It's my apprentice's heart, accepting it as the teacher's obsession, and expanding it as the teacher's strength."

Que Qingyun's words were serious, Yu Lian was stunned for a long time when he heard the words, his black eyes reflected the eyebrows of the person in front of him, there was a little light in his eyes, as bright as a thousand hectares of stars.

When the mind was touched, the future had no time to think carefully, so he rushed towards the person in front of him.

The fairy let out an exclamation, and fell back, but she didn't forget to put her arms around Yu Lian's waist first, so the two embraced and rolled half a circle on the roof, almost falling down along the eaves.

But fortunately, their cultivation base is good, even if they fall from the roof, they won't be hurt.

It's just that a lot of palace eyeliners have been planted around. If the rumor of "the immortal master fell into the pavilion" spreads, it will not be very pleasant.

"Be careful." Que Qingyun blamed helplessly, but she didn't really mean to blame this little disciple.

Yu Lian buried her heart in Master's arms, sniffed the cool and elegant plum fragrance in her nose, hugged the person in front of her tightly, and said: "My disciple is happy."

There is nothing more touching than these words.

Que Qingyun didn't say a word anymore, Ren Yulian let her do whatever she wanted.

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The Heavenly Festival is about to start, and people from all walks of life are pouring into Quyang.

It reaches Yuzhou in the south, Mohe in the north, Hengyue in the east and Chiyuan in the west.

Within the territory of the Daju Dynasty, all the vassal kings and states went to Quyang together, and the major immortal sects and aristocratic families also sent masters to watch the ceremony. Suddenly, the entire Quyang City was undercurrents, and the streets were full of people coming and going.

The teahouses and restaurants in the city are overcrowded, most of them are knights and Taoists dressed in Jianghu.

When there are many people, it is easy to fight, not to mention that these masters gathered in Suyang City are all well-known members of the clan, and they are even more arrogant.

Almost every night after nightfall, there are masters in the city of Suyang who have retreated from Daoyanzong, and there is no one to control the disturbances in the streets. The practitioners of these aristocratic sects are more rampant and unscrupulous.

There is a teahouse in the main street on the east side, called Fulai, and there are no empty seats in the teahouse recently. The tea guests in the teahouse are all talking about the upcoming grand event of the Heavenly Festival, and they have their own opinions. to whom.

The king held a heavenly sacrifice at such a turbulent juncture, most likely to make his young daughter his heir.

However, which of the state governors and branch vassals has no ambition to fight for power and profit?

In the past, there was Daoyanzong who supported the remnants of the Yan family, but now that Daoyan has retired, the monarch has no support behind him, and a single weak emperor master cannot shock the whole world.

As long as they have a famous teacher, a war may break out at any time, and the Daqi Dynasty will change its name and surname.

There is a row of elegant rooms on the south side of the teahouse. In room No. [-] of Tianzi, a beautiful woman in Tsing Yi is sitting by the window. Looking out from the slightly open window, one can see that there are nearly half of the pedestrians on the street. , are all people who cultivate the Tao with steady breath and light footsteps.

Another man in black knelt in the middle of the tea room, clasped his fists with both hands, bowed his head, and reported to the woman in front of the window: "The monarch has become suspicious and has put Que Qingyun and Yu Lianxin under house arrest in the palace. Keep an eye on them until after the Heavenly Sacrifice, and then send these two back to Tinglan Sect."

The woman in Tsing Yi didn't seem to hear what he said, she rolled up her sleeves as if no one else was there, and made a cup of tea in the jade pot. The gurgling sound of the process seemed particularly pleasant in the quiet tea room.

After the cup of tea was brewed, Dongming Lefang raised his head and asked again: "The master and disciple of Tinglan Sect stayed in the palace obediently for the past two days, didn't they go anywhere?"

"That's right." The man in black nodded, "Both master and apprentice live in the pavilion all day long. In the morning, they go up to the roof to exhale. After noon, they enjoy tea and flowers in the courtyard. When it gets dark, they go back to their room to rest."

Dong Mingle picked up the teacup and blew on the sparkling water to dissipate the tea mist, and then took a small sip, moistening her thin lips.

She was not in a hurry, and the man in black who was kneeling on the ground did not dare to urge her. When the tea in her cup was reduced by half, she heard the woman's gentle voice resounding in her ears: "Que Qingyun is as calm as ever, so keep an eye on her."

"Yes."

"Also." Dong Mingle put down the teacup, and added, "If the master and the apprentice run away on the day of the heavenly sacrifice, all the hidden stakes that are stalking will be killed, and none will be left behind."

The shoulders of the man in black trembled. He thought this sentence was a threat to them, but after thinking about it, he seemed to have other understandings.

After a while, he understood the deep meaning of Dong Mingle's words, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he respectfully agreed: "This subordinate respectfully abides by your lord's decree."

Dong Mingle waved his hand to signal this person to step back, and after a while, the tea room became quiet again.

Brew another cup of tea and drank it all up. Seeing that the sun was about to set in the west and red clouds gathered in the distance, Dong Mingle stood up and flicked the hem of his clothes. In the blink of an eye, the tea room was empty.

The sky was getting dark, and at night, facing the palace gate, there were subtle voices from the bell tower five miles away from the palace.

At the north eaves corner of the bell tower, Daoyan Patriarch Tianhe Daozun was dressed in a gray robe and stood with his hands behind his back. The night wind blew past and lifted his gray beard. Those seemingly cloudy and dim eyes overlooked the brightly lit Suyang City. There are no waves and waves, but endless compassion is hidden in the eyes.

Behind him, at the south corner of the bell tower opposite, is the emperor's teacher, Yan Chengyue, in a white Confucian robe.

"Dao Zun." Yan Chengyue cupped his hands towards Tianhe Dao Zun, and asked sincerely, "Due to the decline of the Dao Kingdom, I implore Dao Zun to sit in the heavenly sacrifice, so as to stop the little wolf's ambition."

Taoist Tianhe shook his head after hearing this, and sighed: "The fate of the country is over, and this catastrophe is inevitable. Even if the old man goes out of the mountain, he will be like a cart with his arms, and it will be difficult to prevent the big one from falling apart."

Yan Chengyue's face changed slightly, the corners of his lips were tensed, he was very unwilling, and asked again: "Is there really nothing to do?"

Dao Zun turned sideways and faced the emperor teacher: "It's not that there is no other way, but don't worry, please wait a moment, the old man invited an old friend to come, maybe this person can give advice for today's situation."

Unexpectedly, Yan Chengyue was stunned for Daoist Tianhe's words, but then he grasped the straw tightly, although he was anxious in his heart, he still patiently waited for others with Daoist Tianhe.

About halfway through the incense stick, there was some movement from the bell tower.

The emperor looked back and saw a monk in a dark yellow robe walking to the foot of the bell tower. He saw the two people on the roof from a distance. He did not perform light kung fu, but walked up the steps in front of the building slowly and calmly, walking around the wooden stairs in the bell tower. , walked up step by step.

After this person climbed onto the roof, Yan Chengyue got a glimpse of Zen Master's appearance. He had a round face, a rich and round figure, kind brows and kind eyes, often squinting and smiling, and a string of fist-sized Buddhist beads hung around his neck, very resembling a Buddhist Maitreya Buddha statue enshrined by disciples.

"The two benefactors have been waiting for a long time, the poor monk precepts, it is polite."

"Master of Precepts." Daozun Tianhe folded his hands together, bowed to the yellow-robed monk, and then introduced Yan Chengyue to him, "This is Emperor Dazhu, Yan Chengyue, Lord Yan."

Then he turned his head to look at Yan Chengyue, and introduced: "This divine monk's name is Jiefa."

Yan Chengyue was stunned when the monk announced his name, and after a long time he came back to his senses, a generation of illusory masters couldn't help but exclaimed: "Master of precepts? But the precepts of Chiyuan Tianlan Buddhist sect?" Master of Law?!"

The smiling monk bent his eyes and nodded at Yan Chengyue: "If Tianlan doesn't have a second precept, Master Yan must be referring to a poor monk."

Yan Chengyue was so shocked that his expression changed, but what was revealed in his eyes was surprise.

It should be noted that this precept master is one of the few Mahayana seniors in the world today.

Chiyuan Tianlan is more than ten thousand miles away from Dazhu, but in the cultivation world, everyone knows the name of the master of precepts.

Although Taoist Tianhe's cultivation base is high, there is still an extremely difficult hurdle between the Great Perfection of the Hole Void Realm and the Mahayana Realm.

If you can invite the master of precepts to sit in the grand event of the heavenly sacrifice, why worry about staying in the four directions?

But before he could open his mouth, Master Jiefa waved his hand first, and the string of high-quality agarwood beads in his hand slowly counted backwards one by one, about a circle, and said: "The poor monk is on this trip." To come to Quyang is to endanger the country."

A word from the monk sparked hope in Yan Chengyue's heart.

However, the joy didn't last for a while, and he put away the smile on his face and sighed: "The poor monk is a common people, and he wants to fight for this fate, but cause and effect have their own definite numbers. Adults are prepared."

It was like pouring a basin of cold water on the head. Judging from the information revealed in the words of Master Jiefa, this catastrophe may be inevitable in the end.

Even the masters of the Mahayana realm dare not fight for the destiny. Could it be that the Daqi Dynasty is really the country's downfall?

Yan Chengyue's expression was gloomy, and his eyes were also cloudy and uncertain.

While he was thinking about it, Taoist Tianhe talked about the past with Master Jiefa.

Daoist Tianhe expressed gratitude, and bowed respectfully to Master Jiefa: "At the beginning, thanks to Master Jiefa's guidance, it has been thousands of years since we parted, and the master has not come here without any harm."

"Everything is as usual." Master Jiefa said with a smile.

It turns out that these two are old acquaintances. Thousands of years ago, Taoist Tianhe was still practicing in the mortal world, and he was instructed by the master of precepts.

If it weren't for the opportunity that could not be met in the early years, there would be no Daoyan Sect who flourished later, and Daoist Tianhe today.

One month before Master Jiefa came to Suyang, he had contacted Taoist Tianhe and made an appointment to meet today.

As early as a few years ago, Master Jiefa had already glimpsed the secret of heaven, and estimated the catastrophe of the Daqi Dynasty. Therefore, when the weather in Qiyang was calm, Master Jiefa set off from Chiyuan half a year in advance, walking eastward, using his legs Travel slowly for tens of thousands of miles, across rivers, lakes and seas, and arrive at Quyang as scheduled.

Yan Chengyue was amazed, and only when he had reached the level of a master of precepts, could he be able to predict such opportunities.

But at this moment, a clear and pleasant female voice suddenly came from the void:

"Seniors are so unrighteous. Master Precepts came all the way from thousands of miles away, yet he didn't let the little girl meet."

Immediately, a cyan figure flew past, and a visitor appeared at the fourth corner of the bell tower.

Dong Mingle held a sapphire fan in his hand, with a graceful demeanor and a sweet smile.

The author has something to say: here we come!It's a chapter where neither the master nor the little apprentice has a role to play, leave a comment and get a small red envelope!

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Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep water torpedo: Wei Weiwei 1;

Thanks to the little angels who cast rockets: Wanli Yanqi Jiangbei 2;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 bridge;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: ys, sake, KL, Yin Yihong, and Baixiu Bulge;

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