high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 381

"On May 16th of the [-]th year of Taihe, the South China Sea experienced a big landslide. The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. It was as dark as night."

"On the thirteenth day of September in the 17th year of Taihe, Qixia Mountain cracked, and the sound was like thunder. It came from the southeast and went to the northwest. There were hundreds of thousands of bad officials and people's houses, and countless people were crushed to death."

"On March 24th of the first year of Fengyi, fire fell from the sky, and the eight hundred miles of Tucheng were covered with ashes. The sky was covered by smoke and dust, and the day was dark. There were giant stone men weeping stiffly and crying like a roar."

"On the seventh day of the seventh month of the first year of Fengyi, the cloud and air in Yedu changed drastically. It was like a messy thread, with five colors, and like a black ganoderma. It rose into the sky, and it dispersed for [-] days and nights."

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In the Daming Hall, the purple-clothed monk held a file and spoke heavily to the seated monks. Wuming, who was sitting under the beam on the left, frowned slightly, but did not make a sound.

"All of you are great virtues of the Zen sect, disciples of the Buddha, and pillars of my Vajra Temple. I called you here today because of the situation in front of me, which even the old man can't understand."

There was a deep sigh, and the abbot stood up and took the file from the purple-clothed monk. He paused for a while before speaking slowly:

"Since the 16th year of Taihe, natural disasters and visions have continued in the Three Kingdoms. Some people saw creatures in ancient temples, and some people encountered dragons in the water. Last year, the clouds in Yedu lasted for [-] days and nights, causing the whole country to be uneasy and panicking. "

"But someone's way of creating chaos?" Ran Qing suddenly said, "Such changes in the sky, could it be natural changes?"

"The sky change in Yedu, I and a few old friends were there..." The abbot shook his head: "If someone really did it, then his cultivation level will far surpass that of immortals, and even gods and ghosts are unpredictable."

"Then... is it a natural change?"

"The six qi are calm, and there is no abnormal movement." The purple-clothed monk who just held the file denied that he is a master of the Tao of Tianji, and he is also good at phenomena and fate.

For a while, all the monks present fell silent, some frowning with thoughtful expressions, and some with worried and dignified expressions.

"I called you here today because of an amazing story yesterday."

The abbot took the expressions of the monks into his eyes, then spread out the file, and a few big golden characters jumped out from the paper: "Please look."

"April [-]th of the second year of Fengyi..."

Wuming read it softly in his heart.

April [-]th of the second year of Fengyi, this was yesterday...

"Guimao night, night is clear, there are five colors of light from the south of the Yangtze River, and the air penetrates Ziwei. The light disperses until the day and the sun, and its momentum is like a river rushing and surging, and no one dares to look up."

Five-color light, Jiangnan, Tongjiang...

While Wuming was thinking, one person had already called out first.

"Huiyao Jiangnan's three counties are like white land, with such great power, even a celestial being is no match for it?" Ran Zhou shook his head, "What is the abbot's intention?"

"Yesterday, I looked at all dharma worlds with pure eyes, and saw a living creature in the five-color light. Although the face was not clear, the body was no different from ordinary people."

The abbot said lightly:

"The light hangs down from the sky, falls on the outskirts of Fenyin, and then shines across the vast south of the Yangtze River. However, Zhou, not only me, but also all the immortals in the south and north of the Yangtze River, and even all the immortals in the Three Kingdoms were watching, but the living things in the light escaped too quickly. , even Jingyan couldn’t find a trace, let alone capture it.”

"Abbot wants to catch the living things in the colorful light?"

"It fell from the sky, and its breath is very different from ordinary people, maybe..." the abbot said in a low voice: "It came from the upper realm!"

All the monks present looked at each other in blank dismay, as if they were severely shocked by this conjecture, their eyes showed an uncontrollable fire in each other's eyes.In the upper realm, since the extinction of Heaven, the cohabitation of mortals and saints has ceased, and the channel between humans and gods has been cut off. Only the glory of the past is faintly shining, but it is like a candle in the wind.

For them, the upper realm not only means longevity and holiness, but also means the upper three realms that only exist in classics and cannot be reached!

"How to do it?" Another monk got up and lowered his voice.

"The living creatures in the upper realm are still in Dazheng, no matter it is in the north or the south of the Yangtze River." The abbot looked around at the monks: "We are from the Southern Earth Sect, so we have an innate advantage in the land.

Find it before other sects! "

The monks leaned over to promise, before leaving the Daming Hall, Wuming held a thin picture scroll and was stunned for a moment.

This is what the abbot saw with his pure eyes, the appearance of the living creature in the upper realm.

In the picture scroll, the body of the person with a blurred face is wrapped in multicolored lights, and is lifted up by the clouds. Its whole body is wrapped in the brilliance of feathers, and only a pair of black eyes are exposed.

But look at the figure...

"Is it a woman?"

He spoke softly from the bottom of his heart, then carefully put away the scroll, and quickly walked out of Daming Hall under Guanghui's urging.

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"You will go down the mountain in a few days. After entering the world, you should not only hide your appearance, but also be vigilant in your speech, such as poor monk, benefactor, disciple, etc. names, and don't mention them again."

Outside the Daming Hall, Guang Hui said calmly: "As for the fight, let's use Luojiang Chen's "Gaoyao Lingbao Heart Sutra" as a cover first, do you understand?"

"Brother...understood!" Wuming smiled coyly, and quickly changed his words: "I understand!"

"This trip is quite dangerous. You will always be right." Guanghui was silent for a while:

"For my sake, you have been involved so much... If there is something really wrong, just run away and don't worry about it anymore."

"My parents died early, and my teacher taught me to grow up." Wuming shook his head and looked down at the ground: "Why should the teacher separate from me.

In the hearts of the students, the teacher is my biological father. "

Guang Hui's heart shook, his hands under the wide monk's robe trembled violently, and his austere, rock-carved face was briefly absent-minded for a moment, as if he had been hit hard by some heavy object.

The dumb man lowered his head, and after a while, he laughed softly as if mocking himself.

"that……"

Wuming pondered Guanghui's face, and said anxiously: "Teacher..."

"Say it."

"Before going down the mountain, can I say goodbye to Miss Xiaoqiu?" Wuming shrunk his neck, but still bit the bullet, and reluctantly said: "In Qijinting, Miss Xiaoqiu is my only friend, I..."

He swallowed his saliva, suddenly smiled dryly and did not speak again.

In the long silence, when the silence is so ignorant that it is almost ready to be scolded.

opposite.

The dull middle-aged monk finally nodded slowly.

"Go ahead, just remember."

Guanghui turned around, and the voice came from afar:

"You can't get married."

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At the same moment, in a small town thousands of miles away.

The barefooted girl approached the city gate blankly with the flow of people. This is a bustling city. The tall house feathers are like the wings of a bird, and the houses are row upon row, shining faintly yellow in the warm light.

In the sun, with a warm and soft taste...

"It's so beautiful."

She froze for a moment, then held her head up in a daze, and laughed indistinctly.

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into the night.

Guanghui in the Sutra Pavilion was suddenly alarmed by the sound of footsteps. Before he got up, there was an old laugh.

"Stop it, stop it."

Holding an oil candle tremblingly, the abbot climbed up the steps step by step: "Guanghui, I came to see you today to see who is the man who destroyed the King Kong Temple's 800-year foundation!"

(End of this chapter)