What kind of Journey to the West is this?

Yanxia was also puzzled, but this was not the point.

She came to ask about the golden body.

"Let's not talk about that for now. I fought that Yaksha for more than ten rounds. But do you have a way to break the golden statue in the Azure Dragon Temple?"

Monk Daoming glanced at the girl and asked, "Do you really want to go and get it?"

"The arrow is ready to be drawn."

"That's fine. I have an idea."

"explain."

Monk Daoming raised his fist and pointed to the east.

Yan Xia asked: "What do you mean?"

Monk Daoming said, "The solution lies in my fist."

Yanxia looked at Lao Quan, whose face was covered with wrinkles and scars from swords and knives.

What a powerful fist!

She said with concern, "You need to apply some ointment to your fist. My family's secret scar removal cream costs three taels of silver for a course of treatment."

"Are you here to sell goods?" Monk Daoming said angrily.

"What do you mean?" Yan Xia looked at him eagerly, "Are you going to punch me?"

Monk Daoming really wanted to punch this kid now.

He said, "All the truths I've learned in my life are in this fist. I used it to achieve the righteousness of a celestial being. The golden statue in the Azure Dragon Temple is indeed formidable, but under my fist, it's nothing more than a chicken or a dog."

The old man is really awesome.

Yanxia clapped her hands vigorously for Monk Daoming.

She remembered that Xue Shier had mentioned before: Monk Daoming used "One Fist Zen" to break through the barrier between heaven and man and achieve enlightenment.

There is a poem that says: "The white head lightly rises up the old shoulders, and after turning the scriptures he becomes a child. The giant spirit raises his hands without many children, and breaks down the thousands of layers of Huashan.

Yanxia didn't continue to talk nonsense.

Monk Daoming listened to several monks in the main hall talking about the situation in the temple recently.

After listening, he waved and asked Yanxia to follow.

Walk out of the solemn palace and turn towards the bamboo forest in the distant east.

After finding a secluded spot, Monk Daoming asked, "What hatred or grudge do you have with Qinglong Temple? Why did you have to go to such lengths?"

Yan Xia followed behind, "When Elder Daoming saw me attacking Huilong Peak, he clapped his hands and cheered. Now I'm going to kill the elder's fellow disciples, but isn't that satisfying?"

"It's a bit unpleasant."

Monk Daoming didn't hide his feelings and shook his head, saying, "When my senior brother attended a banquet with you, he came back and said he wanted to make drastic changes to the Buddhist lands throughout the world. Qinglong Temple is also a Buddhist temple that practices vegetarianism. If there's anything ugly or evil about it, it should be handled within the temple. After all, family disgrace shouldn't be made public."

"But now it seems that it is too late to do it ourselves."

Yan Xia came back to her senses and asked, "You went to Chang'an for the reform?"

"I guess so!" Monk Daoming sighed and said, "In the secular world, everyone is busy seeking profit. Everyone is busy seeking profit. Senior Brother, your idea is good, but unfortunately, no one is paying attention."

After saying this, he smiled bitterly and said, "I, Iron Lion Honghai, can break through anything, except the demonic barrier of Buddhism. That's why I've been stuck in the realm of heaven and man ever since, unable to make an even single step forward."

"It's hard at the beginning, hard in the middle, and hard at the end. The hard part is still to come." Yan Xia shrugged, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "But some things have to be done. Let's start with Qinglong Temple."

Monk Daoming clasped his hands together, his expression calm. "It's been a while since the Buddhist sect used weapons. These demons and devils have actually dared to show their faces and shout. It's time to see some blood."

Yan Xia called out "Wulian Tianzun".

He chanted "Amitabha".

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Next chapter will be posted tonight

Donghuang Suddenly Receives Jade Talisman: Chapter 154 [Snowstorm in Changlu County]

Yanxia handed a letter to Monk Daoming, which meant that he was coming to attend the banquet.

For this, +1 to the good guys.

After leaving Kaiyuan Temple, Yanxia took two letters and went to find the Dragon Kings of the Ziya River and Heilonggang River.

The Ziya River is a tributary of the Haihe River, and the Heilonggang River is a tributary of the Yellow River. They each have some origins.

As for the Water Lord here, Yanxia knew very little, only knowing that it constantly stirred up storms. The river system south of the Ziya River to Heilonggang was also known as the "Wolongwa."

But just by looking at the name, you can tell that this is a low-lying area with poor drainage all year round and frequent droughts and floods.

Some families are filled with hatred, while others are filled with joy. With frequent droughts and floods, the local water god naturally thrives, even eating young boys and girls in recent years.

Among them, the areas along the Ziya River, including Hejian, Yingzhou, Pingshu and Changlu, were particularly affected by the evil wind.

.............

The weather was cold and misty.

Howl——

An eagle flies across cumulonimbus clouds, overlooking the mountains and rivers.

The surging river is now winding like a small snake.

A few miles east of the river bank is the rammed earth city wall.

When the city gate was closed, two large characters carved with a knife and an axe were seen: Changlu.

The city gates were tightly shut, and the old soldiers patrolling the walls raised their eyes to see dark clouds gathering between the sky and the earth in the distance, which was about to dawn.

Around noon, heavy snow fell.

The cold wind cut like a knife, picking up the falling snowflakes and making them dance all over the sky.

The snow in the coldest days of winter is thicker than iron.

The old soldier shook his head, listened to the gong sounding, and shouted to the soldiers guarding the gate to raise the city gate.

He put on his robe and walked down the city wall.

He looked out of the city and saw a man in a white robe sitting on a donkey and walking slowly along the official road.

When the sky was dim and snow was falling heavily, he could hardly tell whether it was a person or snow.

Yanxia was wrapped in a silver fur cloak. She looked up at the old soldier and sneezed.

She called out, "Father-in-law! Is the city gate open?"

"Open! Open!"

"Good over there!"

She arrived late yesterday, but unexpectedly: Changlu County is not as prosperous as Cangzhou. The city gates were closed at 8 or 9 in the evening and a curfew began.

She could fly, but the laws of the government were powerful. If she couldn't get in, she couldn't get in. If she tried to force her way in, she would only end up in trouble.

She had no choice but to go to the City God's Mansion to ask the City God for help, but the City God was also useless and could only find her a dilapidated temple to stay in temporarily, leaving her to suffer from the cold all night.

She walked forward.

The old soldier was terrified.

He saw that Yan Xia was fair and clean, but had nothing on her body and even no followers, so he swallowed his saliva.

How did you get here without any food or drink?

If it wasn't a demon causing trouble, then it must be a banished immortal who had come down to earth.

She looks so pretty, she must be a fairy, not a monster.

He was confused. Could he collect the copper coins from the city?

Before he could painfully take out the copper coins, a few copper coins flew across the snowflakes and fell into his pocket.

"This immortal is really a wonderful person!" The old soldier exclaimed, opened his pocket and saw that the three copper coins were real.

But when I looked up again: there was no trace of Yanxia anymore.

.............

It was just dawn and it was snowing heavily, so there were not many people in the city.

There were few customers in front of the teahouse.

The servant and the shopkeeper were joking in front of the counter, while several scholars in long robes gathered around a table, playing gambling with leaf cards in their hands.

Even in the cold winter, he still remembers to play mahjong as he did in the past. He is indeed persistent.

"Bring me a pot of hot tea."

"Eh!"

Seeing the servant respectfully pouring tea, Yanxia asked, "It's been cold lately."

The servant smiled and said, "Yes, young lady! Didn't they say that the Great Cold and the Lesser Cold are colder than ice? This is the coldest time of the year."

Yan Xia took a sip of tea and said, "It's better if it's a little colder. The river is frozen. It will save us some trouble."

"Hiss! You can't say that!"

The servant fell silent and pointed outside the wall. "Walls have ears! If the goblins in the river hear us, there will be another flood next year!"

"But what you said makes sense."

Seeing that this seemed to be a lady from a wealthy family, the servant smiled a few more times to apologize.

Yan Xia said to herself: This river god is so majestic!

She sent the servant away and went to watch the scholars play the leaf game.

When these Confucian scholars saw a little girl coming, they became a little reserved.

Yan Xia was not polite either. She raised her hand and put down half an ounce of silver. The eyes of these Confucian scholars immediately lit up.

She said, "I've just arrived in Changlu with my brother to visit relatives. Did you know there's a very effective temple nearby? I was just about to go there to fulfill a vow."

A tall Confucian scholar immediately said, "It must be Qingyun Temple. It's very effective there."

"I don't believe it!"

Another thin scholar added, "Fengdu Temple has been famous since ancient times."

Yan Xia frowned, "Why would I, a living person, go to Fengdu to fulfill a vow?"

A few people looked around awkwardly, saying, "Miss, don't you know where you made the wish?"

Yan Xia said: "It seems to be some kind of river god."

"I've heard there's a river god here who's incredibly powerful. Where's his temple?"

"This is impossible to say!"

Several Confucian scholars were shocked.

Yan Xia helped them overcome their fear, "I don't talk about chaos, strange things or gods, so what are you afraid of?"

"Miss, the river god you mentioned is an obscene deity and there is no temple for it. I'm afraid you've found the wrong one!" The Confucian scholar quickly shook his head.

Yan Xia was stubborn, "I think it's right. I dreamed of making a wish in the Nasha River Temple three years ago."

It turned out to be a dream!

Several Confucian scholars breathed a sigh of relief.

But Yan Xia's next words raised their blood pressure.

"Since there's no temple, I'll build one for the God of Fortune. Would you like to contribute?"

Yan Xia looked at them with a smile.

She was obviously a very pretty girl, but in the eyes of several people she looked like a ferocious evil ghost.

Building a temple for that harmful river god!?

"Not interested! You should take the silver back!"