Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 166 Dark Clouds Destroy Hu Temple

The crescent moon hung on the top of the tree, quietly hiding behind a few night clouds.

The majestic treasure temple was very quiet. In the meditation room, there was the rustling of clothes. The fat old monk Linghui tossed and turned on the wooden bed. With the cassock on the shelf in the corner draped over his shoulders, he opened the door and walked out.

The moonlight in the monastery was overcast, and the shadows of the trees swayed on the apricot-yellow courtyard wall.

"No wonder that man is so familiar..."

The abbot who was walking in the promenade muttered, and his pace became faster. When he arrived at the backyard, the arched wooden door with iron lock was locked. He took a breath, removed the lock, and pushed the door in.

The backyard is a desolate and abandoned courtyard with weeds. I don’t know how many years it has been abandoned. In front of it is a house with windows and doors covered with dust and cobwebs. The inside is messy, but there are many footprints on the ground.

The old monk came in and turned to another room. With a flick of his sleeve, he moved the half-collapsed bookshelf horizontally, revealing a dark secret passage.

"It's broken it's broken."

Once inside, the old monk yelled, his tone was rather anxious, the secret passage was not long, there were only seven or eight feet of stone steps slanting down, and burning torches were inserted into the wall to illuminate the inside.

Below the two corners, there are several large iron cages, illuminated by the black cloth, in the exposed gaps, you can see the outline of the woman's embroidered shoes, and there is a faint crying sound coming from inside.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming down the stone steps, the voices of many women rushed to the iron bars, wailing and begging to let them go back.

The old monk who came over ignored it, and walked straight through the aisle in the middle of the iron cage. There was a stone room dug there, a figure with short combed hair came out of it wearing a leather jacket, with a small drum and a small altar tied around his waist.

"What happened?"

The other party spoke in Yuejie language, and the old monk who came over there also used Yuejiehu language. "A person came to the temple today, a cultivator in the Golden Core Realm."

"I've been here a lot before, what's so strange about it."

"No, that person's name is Chen Yuan, does it sound familiar to you?"

When the word 'Chen Yuan' came out, the barbarian over there froze for a moment, then his expression changed, he sat down on a table and chair, poured a glass of water into his belly.

"Then what is he doing here?"

"Come to ask for Jiushengzhu, and save the snake demon in his sleeve." The old monk Linghui spoke fluently, telling the barbarian exactly, "But I sent him away, I'm afraid he will come again at any time , if things come to light, you immediately take these women out of the temple and go back to the grassland. Tell the high priest what happened here."

The old monk in front of him is actually a Yuejie man. He lost his way in the Han land decades ago and was adopted by a Han couple as if he were his own. Later, the old couple fell off a cliff and died in the mountains, with no one to rely on. He worshiped as a monk in Lingyun Temple. Because of his intelligence and familiarity with Buddhist scriptures, he was quite savvy, and he entered Zen Buddhism. After decades, he became the abbot of the temple.

In fact, he knew his life experience a long time ago. When the Yuejie people went south to burn, kill and plunder, he closed the mountain gate tightly, unwilling to fight against Yuejie's iron hooves with Chengyunmen, and then even helped the defeated clansmen retreat from the shortcut grassland.

After coming and going, he was also favored by the high priest of Yuejie, hoping that he could use his identity as Lingyun Temple as a cover to help the Yuejie tribe plunder some Han women and restore the population of the Yuejie people.

At the same time, several priests who died in the Southern Expedition were placed in Lingyun Temple to receive incense offerings, to understand the secrets of the Central Plains incense way, and to find more effective spells against the Central Plains cultivators.

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"If that Chen Yuan wants to come over, I will hold him back, but here, you immediately take these women with you, hurry back to the grassland, wait for my news, and then come back."

The old monk Linghui discussed with the Nahu priest for a while, and after finalizing his decision, the priest was also worried that Chen Yuan would discover the secret of Lingyun Temple, so he immediately called more than a dozen fake monks from the Walking Temple, and tied up more than 30 women. Shuzui stuffed it into the prepared carriage and moved out of the mountain from behind the monastery.

'squeak~'

The back door of the monastery opened quietly, and a monk looked outside with a knife, using the unique spell of Yue Jieren, released a flying insect, and waved his hand inside after the insect turned around and landed on his palm.

After a while, there was a groan of axle rubbing, and the carriages covered with black cloth slowly drove out of the backyard and meandered all the way down the hillside.

oh~ oh~
Night birds are singing in the mountains and forests, and there is the sound of flapping their wings from time to time.The monk driving the car felt a palpitation for some reason. Looking at the forest field immersed in the moonlight, there was rustling wind blowing the branches and leaves, and some pores were terrified.

It was very quiet tonight. The moonlight cast shadows on the seven carriages and spread across the mountain road. At this time, there was a wind blowing, and along with it came the voice of babbling and singing.

The sound on the quiet mountain dirt road is quite strange.

"A Chinese drama?"

"Don't listen, keep walking along the mountain road, don't worry about anything you see!"

The barbarian priest in the middle of the convoy shouted in a low voice. He knew the one named Chen Yuan. He learned from Hu Duyan, the only Lutou priest who came back alive, that this person was an evil cultivator from the Central Plains, and he was best at some eerie spells.

"It seems that he has been targeted by the other party."

He took out the small altar at his waist, which was ground into powder from the burned bones of wild animals. At this time, he grabbed the small pot, mixed it with the blood from the cut palm, and smeared it on his face, neck, and chest, drawing strange texture.

The smeared blood powder fell down the last one, a gust of wind suddenly rose around, and there was the sound of clanging iron chains.

There was a thin layer of mist on the mountain road ahead, and a figure was seen standing in the mist, dragging two pitch-black iron chains with both hands, and the huge ghost claws, as if they were alive, writhing on the ground by themselves.

"Stop!"

At the same time as the fake monk shouted, the figure in the mist seemed to be startled, the iron chain on the ground raised its ghost claws, rushed towards the front carriage, directly hooked the fake monk's shoulder and neck, tightened As soon as the iron chain was pulled, the phantom of that person's soul was pulled out directly in everyone's sight, struggling in mid-air and screaming silently, and then it was dragged into the fog and disappeared instantly.

The carriages in the back suddenly panicked, one by one the fake monks got out of the carriage with knives, boldly wanting to confront the figure in the mist opposite, but in the next second, more iron chains dragged the golden iron sound of 'crashing' Flying out of Wu Na's figure, the sharp ghost claws dug into their flesh and blood, and souls separated from their bodies in an instant.

The Hu priest in the middle turned his head and shouted to the three carriages behind: "Go back to the temple!"

He blew the remaining powder out of the air, turned into a monster with a sheep's head and a human body, and bumped into the opponent on the rough road.The figure in the mist dragged several iron chains, and was writing something in his hand, and immediately a wooden sculpture fell to the ground, and in the smoke, there was an excited horse cry.

The figure of the white horse and white robe broke through the white mist in an instant, and waved a silver gun in his hand. When the gun pierced through the sheep's head, the cloak flew up. The moonlight cast a cold glow.

'puff! '

The moment the sword returned to its sheath, the pierced sheep's head escaped from the body and hung on the spear head. The headless man who was still in a rush stumbled a few steps and missed the white horse. He fell to the ground with a bang, and soon turned into a pool Foul viscous liquid.

The fleeing carriage turned around and was frantically rushing towards the temple. The barbarian priest held his chest, holding back the blood he wanted to vomit, and asked the monk guarding the door to open the door further.

When the sound of horseshoes sounded behind him, he looked back and trembled in shock.

Sure enough, just as Hu Duyan said, that evil cultivator is fundamentally different from those cultivators, who will kill people as soon as he makes a move, without even saying a word of nonsense.

The white war horse galloped through the cold moonlight, with a gun in hand.

At this time, the bell of "dong" suddenly sounded in the temple, as if a ray of Buddha's light enveloped Lingyun Temple. The four carriages going back to the temple wandered in circles on the mountain road, refusing to leave.

In the mountain road, the voices quieted down.

The woman in the car moved her body vigorously, opened the car curtain with the top of her head, looked outside, and saw a cloud of thin white mist billowing, covering a figure coming towards this side.

Thinking that they encountered a terrifying spirit in the mountains, they whimpered in fright, as if they were begging the other party to spare them poor people.

"Who is Wang Ding among you?"

A faint voice sounded in the fog outside the car. The three carriages parked on the mountain road were scattered all over the place, revealing a dozen women who were tied up inside, and the ropes tied to their bodies were loosened at the same time. feet.

More than a dozen women looked at the figure in the fog in horror, huddled together in fear, and waited until the second voice: "Who is Wang Ding?" He raised his hand and said in a low voice: "I am a concubine."

"Your husband Wang Shun is waiting for you at the foot of the mountain, go back and reunite with him."

Hearing the words from the mist, the woman burst into tears, got out of the carriage, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the figure in the mist, and the rest of the women in the car realized that the strange figure in the mist was here to save them Yes, putting away their fear, they got out of the car and kowtowed.

"Hurry down the mountain, don't panic when you see an ox cart parked at a fork in the road, you can go outside to the road that is diagonally opposite the horn of the ox."

Chen Yuan ordered lightly, carrying the white mist covering her whole body, drifting past the eyes of the girls to the temple in the blink of an eye, feeling the power of Buddha outside the temple, he raised his sleeve and flicked the wooden sculpture that was wandering there.

Under the faint moonlight, one person looked at a temple.

"The place where the filth is hidden, it doesn't matter if you don't leave it."

Chen Yuan looked at the closed temple gate, the moonlight shone on his face and said softly, his sleeves were gradually raised, and a gust of dark wind suddenly rose around, whizzing towards the temple shrouded in Buddha power.

In the temple, all the monks raised their heads, the moonlight above their heads was gradually covered by a dark cloud, and the sky and the earth became extremely dark. The abbot Linghui had also practiced Buddhism for decades, so he was not afraid. Everywhere, knock on wooden fish and recite scriptures.

He came to the main hall and erected a seal to pay homage to the Buddha.

(End of this chapter)