I contracted this sea [Live]

In fact, Mazu has gradually evolved from the original sea god to today's folk beliefs, and a lot of evolutions have taken place in the middle. Many people have many legends about the origin of Mazu. It has evolved to this day, but it has become a niche for those who think that Mazu is a dragon girl. Most people It is believed that Mazu is the incarnation of Guanyin, or conceived by the gift of Guanyin.

However, the statue of the goddess enshrined in the main hall of the Notre Dame Palace this day, the jade Ruyi held in his hand is indeed his mother's magic weapon. The Notre Dame Temple is located in a remote place. After getting off the car, I turned around and followed the navigation for hundreds of meters to find this temple. So at this time, there are almost no people who come to the temple to offer incense and pray for blessings. The temple is dark and quiet, only A stooped Miao Zhu burned paper in a side hall.

Seeing Ao Bing coming in, the temple wisher looked up at Ao Bing, and pointed to the incense paper money placed on the shelf over there, meaning to let Ao Bing do whatever he wanted.

Ao Bing looked at the shelf, besides the paper money for joss sticks, there was a glass box for donating money hanging on the wall next to it. There were a lot of scattered banknotes in the box. Put some sesame oil money in this box, the amount is up to the customer to decide.

After all, it was his mother's temple, and Ao Bing couldn't be stingy. After thinking about it, he stuffed a red sheet of Grandpa Mao into the box, lit a bundle of joss sticks and burned a stack of yellow paper, and knelt down in front of the futon. After kowtowing three times, he walked towards Miaozhu.

"Old sir, may I ask, if you want to light a long burning lamp here, how much sesame oil do you need to offer every year, and what regulations do you have?" Ao Bing asked with a bow.

The old Miaozhu finally raised his head to look at Ao Bing this time, stared at Ao Bing for a long time, and then said a word in a hoarse voice.

Ao Bing was stunned instantly, because he suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a mistake, he couldn't understand Hokkien at all!

Ao Bing was a little dumbfounded. If he knew this was the case, he should have brought Hu Xueli, a little girl, who is in the second grade of elementary school. She learned Mandarin at school and can understand Hokkien, so she could act as an interpreter for him.

But now, in front of this old Miao Zhu, the two of them were talking like chickens and ducks, and it was estimated that neither of them could understand what the other was saying.

But at this time, no one came into the temple, and he didn't even find someone to help with temporary translation.

There is no way, Ao Bing can only ask Hu Xueli for help after returning home, and later ask Hu Xueli to light an ever-burning lamp for him in this palace temple, and he will send money regularly for how much sesame oil he needs to burn in a year.

Ao Bing returned to the main hall, bowed apologetically to the goddamn statue, thought about it, and went to the other side halls to burn a stick of incense and kowtow. The hall is Guanyin Dashi, and the side halls on both sides are eighteen arhats and Guan Shengdijun.

This kind of temple that combines Taoism and Buddhism is a relatively common situation among the people. Of course, in Ao Bing's view, it is a bit nondescript. Buddhism and Taoism are completely different systems. His mother is a Taoist, but in this thousands of In the past years of inheritance and evolution, he has become an incarnation of Buddhist Avalokitesvara. If his mother is still there, I don't know if he will show a dumbfounding expression.

But no matter what, being able to get this line of incense inheritance at least proves that his mother once existed in this world, and that his mother was honest and kind, and she did a lot of good deeds for all living beings, and even blew herself up in that war. Even though she failed to turn the tide, this fearless spirit of sacrifice deserves all the praise in the world. Ao Bing is proud that he has such a perfect mother.

After visiting several side halls, Ao Bing came to the backyard. There was a tall and lush linden tree growing in the backyard. The thick branches could only be hugged by four or five people. Open, the huge temple is shaded under its umbrella, presenting a posture of natural protection.

Ao Bing looked around inside the temple and was about to leave. He visited it on a whim just out of curiosity about the appearance of the Matsu Temple, but it was getting late now. He guessed that Feng Feng and the others should be back, so he didn’t I intend to continue to procrastinate here.

However, he just turned around and walked a few steps, and was about to go back to the main hall through another corridor, when he suddenly saw a section of broken wall, and there was a mural painted on the broken wall, probably a long time ago So the mural was seriously damaged, and even the paint was quite mottled, but Ao Bing was attracted by this mural.

Because he saw the turbulent waves and the bright red long tassels on this painting. This painting is the scene of the battle between him and Nezha in the East China Sea!

And on one side of this painting, there is a line of poem, the words written are also extremely arrogant and dazzling, very similar to the arrogant and disdainful tone of that Nezha boy when he made a big fuss in the East China Sea and fought against him:

With the long tassel in hand, dare to tell the world to bind the Canglong!

Ao Bing was a little aggrieved. He did lose the battle with that kid Nezha back then. He admitted that he was indeed inferior to others, but he Nezha disturbed Donghai for no reason and disturbed their Dragon Palace. If you can't deny it, you should provoke first, and the villain will sue first, and finally beat Donghai. If it wasn't for that kid who was the reincarnation of Lingzhu, would Tianzun and Taiyi be able to protect him?

Dare to call the world to bind the Canglong, this painter is really arrogant!Ao Bing stared at the mural in front of him, his eyes were burning, and he raised his hand to touch the paint on the painting, wondering if he should destroy the painting!

Unexpectedly, when I pressed the button, the painting in front of me seemed to come to life. Nezha, who was stepping on a hot wheel and holding a Huntian Ling, attacked Ao Bing head-on. Amidst the surging waves, he was almost tied up by the fierce long tassel Tired almost out of breath.

Ao Bing was shocked and subconsciously withdrew his hand touching the mural.

But it was only then that he felt something was wrong. The mural seemed to have a huge adsorption force, and it stuck his hand to the wall, as if he was tied up by that Nezha kid back then. , Ao Bing felt that his three souls and seven souls were about to be absorbed into this mural, and a strong sense of suffocation came over his face.

Instinctively, Ao Bing turned his natal bead and began to resist, using all his cultivation, trying to compete with the strange power in this mural.

But he soon discovered that the more he resisted the suction, the stronger it would be. His cultivation, which was only at the foundation stage, faced this force like a gnat shaking a big tree, and even his dragon aura was being blown away bit by bit. Devoured by this mural.

Ao Bing was terrified, and at the same time his complexion became paler and paler. He didn't know what was going on, but it was obvious that this evil mural was about to kill him.

In just half a minute, Ao Bing already felt that the natal pearl in his dantian was getting dimmer, and the dragon energy in his body was draining faster and faster. He couldn't even last for 3 minutes.

He wanted to save himself, but this situation completely exceeded his expectations, and he was powerless to do anything.

At a loss what to do, Ao Bing seemed to hear the sound of the bell in a daze, and the heavy chimes sounded one after another, as if they were knocking in Ao Bing's ears. His drowsy mind followed the chime sound Restoring clarity little by little.

At that moment, he didn't know where the idea came from, and he recited all the exorcism spells he could remember.

Unexpectedly, it really worked. When the exorcism spell came out, the mural, which had been extraordinarily gorgeous because of absorbing the aura from Ao Bing's body, suddenly twisted and struggled as if it had been stimulated by something. Howling!

Ao Bing immediately realized that this mural was simply a cover-up. This thing was clearly evolved by the old demon to fool people. I don’t know how long this thing has existed in this temple. Infected by the incense every day, he absorbed the spiritual power of the pilgrim's belief, and actually cultivated spiritual wisdom. If he hadn't discovered it, I'm afraid this thing will continue to pretend.

Ao Bing's eyes sank, and the tone of the exorcism spell in his mouth became more and more urgent. The more he said it, the paler his face became, but he didn't dare to relax for a moment, and concentrated on bringing the last bit of cultivation on his body to the extreme.

Soon, the color of the mural began to fade rapidly, and finally became more and more mottled, and even the part of the wall that was still intact was mottled and fell off a little bit, and finally collapsed and shattered completely, and the entire wall fell to the ground into a large piece. ruins.

The moment the wall fell to the ground, the Old Demon also drifted away with the wind like a wisp of smoke.

At the same time, Ao Bing felt that the strange adsorption force that devoured his cultivation completely disappeared, and even returned most of the aura that was sucked away by the earth demon.

But even so, Ao Bing's body was still trembling uncontrollably and weak, unable to support himself, he fell to the ground directly. In just a few minutes, his back was soaked in cold sweat, and his heart was even more hesitant. I can't help being afraid.

He thought that the aura in this different world was thin and not suitable for cultivation, so he relaxed his vigilance, who would have suffered a big loss here, and almost made him confess here today!

Only then did Ao Bing notice that there was a box buried in the ruins of the collapsed wall, and a familiar aura came out from the box.

Ao Bing was stunned. Although his body was weak and he couldn't lift his strength at all, he still couldn't control his frantically accelerating heartbeat, approached the box, and then stretched out his hand to pull the box out of the buried ruins.

When he opened the box, Ao Bing's pupils trembled instantly, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

What was hidden in this box turned out to be a piece of broken red tassel!

Ao Bing was strangled to death by this thing back then, so Ao Bing can recognize this magic weapon even if it turns into ashes. This is one of Nezha's five personal magic weapons, Huntian Ling!

But now the Huntian silk is actually broken, the box contains only half a foot.

After all, it is a magic weapon of the Immortal Family, and it came out of the Golden Light Cave of Qianyuan Mountain. Even if this Huntian Ribbon has been broken, only this small piece is filled with a lot of spiritual energy. Dozens of times the jade plaques obtained from the island temple.

It's just that Huntian Ling was sealed in the wall by the mural before, and under the cover of the demonic energy, the spiritual energy naturally couldn't escape, so the box was trapped in the wall and no one found it.

At that time, this Huntian silk was matched with the circle of heaven and earth, and the wind and softness cut through the waves, but the chaotic sun, moon and starry sky, swaying and shaking mountains and tsunami, enveloping everything and overturning rivers and seas, it was so majestic when it was born, but now it is suppressed by the earth demon It's really embarrassing for Tianri to fall into this field.

Ao Bing couldn't help but sighed.

His perception of Huntian Ling is quite complicated. After all, it was this thing that killed him back then, so he didn't care about it at all. In all fairness, he really couldn't do it. It's just that this thing has been broken into pieces. The owner of the magic weapon As early as in the Great War of Gods and Demons in the Great Chaos of the Three Realms, he died, so what if he resented him?I am afraid that even Nezha's bones will not be found, and if he wants to take revenge, he will not be able to find someone.

Holding the Huntian Ribbon, Ao Bing hesitated for a while, just now he suffered a big loss in the hands of the old demon, losing at least one-third of his cultivation base, but the half-foot Huntian Ribbon contained ample potential. Spiritual energy, if he absorbs and refines this spiritual energy, he may be able to directly reach the perfection of foundation establishment.

However, Ao Bing hesitated again when he really put his hand on the Huntian silk.

This Huntian Ling has a special meaning, even if it breaks, as long as all the pieces of red silk can be assembled together, it can be repaired automatically, but if he swallows all the aura of the half-foot red silk in his hand, the whole Huntian Ling will be useless , even if you can find a few other pieces, it won't help.

So Ao Bing looked at the red patch in front of him, struggled for a long time and couldn't make up his mind.

At this moment, footsteps came from the front, probably because Ao Bing had been in the backyard for too long, the old Miaozhu sensed something was wrong, and walked over from the side hall to check the situation, unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the backyard, he saw that The wall collapsed into ruins, and immediately glared at Ao Bing, babbling passages of Hokkien without asking for money.

Ao Bing couldn't understand what the old Miaozhu said, but he could guess that it was definitely not a good thing, but Ao Bing himself was guilty. Although he didn't deliberately collapse the wall, he could fight with the old demon and destroy this large area. It was indeed him who surrounded the wall, and Ao Bing really couldn't deny that.

He hurriedly bowed down to apologize, put his hands together and said a lot of good things to Lao Miaozhu, and then took out 2000 yuan from his backpack as compensation, and asked Lao Miaozhu to find someone to repair this section of the wall. So relieved, after waving his hand and not bothering with him anymore, how could Ao Bing dare to stay here, and immediately ran away with oil on the soles of his feet.

The author has something to say: Reiterate: If you don’t black Nezha, you can’t black Nezha. Regarding the grievances between Nezha and Ao Bing, there will be an explanation later.

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