What kind of Journey to the West is this?

In the Guanjin City God Temple, the young Taoist priest rubbed his hands and said, "If you're not in a hurry, we can make a batch tomorrow."

"Time is not on my side! Forget it!"

It’s not a good day to visit friends and socialize, Yanxia shook her head.

"You just said that the old man from the Su family passed away. Is the Su family still a prominent family?"

"Oh! What about the prestige of the county! Three generations of the Su family have led troops in battle and are very prestigious. In the autumn, when the rebel army robbed and looted, it was Grandpa Su who mobilized 800 local militiamen to defend the village."

"Then where is the Su family?"

"Are you related to the Su family?"

"No, I'll just cry a little and live on two copper coins."

Yan Xia shook her finger and pointed at her stomach: "People need to eat!"

The little Taoist boy told her the location of the Su family's house and exclaimed, "Making a living by crying at funerals! This is truly a doorstep art."

"How can you rely on just your mouth? You have to rely on your hands too." Yan Xia raised her fair and slender little hand and said, "My hands are loved by young girls."

As she spoke, Yan Xia closed her hands, then opened them again, revealing an invitation.

The little Taoist boy watched with great interest and said happily, "This is a work of art!"

"Traditional craftsmanship, traditional craftsmanship, ahem..." She handed over the invitation, avoiding the increasingly off-topic topic. "When your master comes back, have him deliver this invitation to the residence of the Water Lord of Heilonggang. Say it's from An Bazui of Cangzhou."

The little Taoist boy opened his mouth wide, he didn't expect that this was actually an immortal.

——Anyone who cultivates immortality is an immortal.

Before he could ask about the interesting things in the world of immortals, the immortal took two steps at a time and walked away unknowingly.

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

"Don't be angry, little sister..."

In the courtyard of the Su residence, a young girl, draped in a cloak embroidered with phoenixes, said coquettishly, "Why am I mad at you? Am I mad at you for not reading good articles and choosing to make a living among the dead? Or am I mad at you for leaving home, leaving only my sister and I, two weak women, behind, to join the army a thousand miles away?"

Su Dingfang said: "I am going there to make achievements and establish a career."

Su Xiaomei rolled her eyes at him. "You followed the governor of Hejian, but he surrendered. You followed Dou Jiande, but he was defeated. You followed Gao Yaxian, but he died. You defected to Liu Heita, but he was killed. You followed four rebels, and each time you defeated them, you're truly a lucky general for the Tang Dynasty!"

clap clap clap!

On the white-painted courtyard wall over there, a pretty girl in a snow-white robe was holding a peach in her mouth and clapping her hands.

"What a righteous man! What a lucky general! Why not go and join the prince?"

The brother and sister looked back and calmed down.

Seeing the girl's righteousness, Su Xiaomei asked, "Why did you come uninvited?"

Yan Xia said, "I'm a wandering mage. I heard there's a ritual to be performed here. I came here to earn a living."

"You have to go through the main gate!"

"They say he's a wandering sorcerer, so of course he's making money through illegal means."

Yan Xia looked at Su Dingfang and said with a smile, "I will do feng shui to bless my descendants to get promoted and become nobles. Isn't it a coincidence that there is someone in your family who wants to make a name for himself?"

Su Dingfang said: "It is better to rely on yourself than on others."

"Ha! Opportunities are rare and can never come back! The Governor of Cangzhou is my junior and a close confidant of the King of Qin. My feng shui plan is a sure win."

Su Dingfang's eyelids twitched.

"What's the price?"

Yan Xia jumped down, humming a little tune as she walked up to Su Xiaomei. She looked left and right and said with a smile, "I think you're pretty good."

Su Xiaomei blushed.

Su Dingfang frowned and said, "I'm not yet at the point of selling out my sisters for fame."

Yan Xia turned around and looked at Su Dingfang, "I didn't intend to teach you to sell your sister."

"I'm not some demonic witch."

The young woman pointed eastward and said, "You need to take three hundred militiamen to Cangzhou and prepare weapons. When the time comes, plunder the Qinglong Temple on Maliu Mountain. I've heard that your Su family is a prominent family. You should be able to gather this number of people, right?"

"Then what's the banner?"

"The evil cult is misleading the people."

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"Amitabha, we are being targeted by that Anba Zui."

The sunlight outside the door shone down and fell obliquely on the back of the abbot, Monk Jingming.

In front, a three-meter-tall Buddha statue sits upright on a lotus seat. On the stone walls on both sides are carved arhat statues, all shrouded in shadows.

The abbot was sitting in lotus position, holding an exquisite staff in his hand, with a solemn and dignified appearance.

In his other hand, he held an invitation. Emblazoned in gold, it read, "To Qinglong Temple" in bold, bold calligraphy.

On the side, Monk Jingqing was chewing gold, and with a crunching sound, gold powder sprayed out of his nostrils.

Jing Qing said, "Those remaining villains in the south used my Yaksha Dharma Image before, and An Ba Zui noticed it. I think this incident alarmed them."

"It doesn't matter when they were alarmed. Now those remaining criminals should be thankful that we are now in the same boat with them."

"Hiss! Are we really going to fight?"

"This An Tianguan is so powerful that he doesn't show mercy to anyone..."

Abbot Jingming looked at his junior brother's mouth, and gold powder fell to the ground. A cold wind blew in from outside, and a golden light flickered in the air.

The wind blew past his ears, and the golden powder sparkled in the air and fell onto the nostrils of Abbot Jingming.

The pungent smell of blood rushed straight to my head.

He asked, "You have switched to the Qigong practitioner's method of subduing gold and swallowing jade. How is your practice going?"

"I have recovered 70% to 80% of my strength."

"Well, gather all the monks and soldiers in the temple and tell them to step up their training and be on guard. Then send Yuanzhen and Yuanwu to Wuhe Mountain to congratulate Anba Zui."

Monk Jingqing was shocked and asked, "These are rare enlightened individuals in our temple, and they may even reach the state of Arhat in the future. How can we let them take such a risk?"

The abbot was silent, and said calmly: "It may not be a risk, it may be a good thing for them. It is difficult to practice in the mortal world..."

"go Go!"

After sending his fellow disciple away, Abbot Jingming knelt on the cushion and kowtowed three times to the golden statue of Sakyamuni.

This golden statue is the result of hundreds of years of accumulation in the temple.

It looks like gold, but it is actually just gold paint, and the inside is made of copper and iron.

This item was created under the supervision of Master Puzhi, the founder of Qinglong Temple. At that time, many weapons from the people of Cangzhou were melted and cast, so it is known as "casting weapons into Buddha".

He was a disciple of Nanshan Puzhi, a great monk who was well-known in Cangzhou, Hejian, and the Central Plains. Unfortunately, this old Zen master was proficient in Buddhism but not good at managing money.

Master Puzhi established a temple in Cangzhou, which was the Qinglong Temple. At first, many people admired Master Puzhi's reputation and came to learn Zen. Many even wanted to be ordained as monks, including Master Jingming.

Master Puzhi's generosity left a deep impression on Jingming. He always believed that if Master Puzhi had not insisted on staying in Cangzhou, he would have inherited Bodhidharma's mantle and led the ten-direction monastery.

Thinking of this, Abbot Jingming did not forget to hold his Zen staff against his chest, half-closed his eyes, and recalled the bustling scene when the temple was at its peak.

"Alas, I was born at the wrong time, at the wrong time!"

Abbot Jingming sighed deeply, facing the towering golden statue of the Buddha, and said with a wry smile, "Back then, Puzhi forged weapons to resemble Buddhas, hoping to protect the region. Now that we've coated them with gold, it's inviting war again!"

The once bustling temple, over time, found itself plagued by the strict rules and loneliness of the monastery and began to leave. Especially after the passing of Master Puzhi, Qinglong Temple gradually became deserted.

After Jingming inherited the position of abbot, he made drastic changes, abolished many precepts, and aligned his practice with the Pure Land Sect, which is known for its convenience.

——Just chant "Amitabha" and you will receive the Buddha's blessing.

Everyone knows whether it is true or not, but it is indeed widely welcomed by ordinary people and the rich.

It was also this move that brought Qinglong Temple back to life.

Abbot Jingming raised his staff, his eyes dim as he mumbled, "If we had allowed this temple to fall into ruin, it might have been a blessing."

Donghuang Suddenly Receives Jade Talisman: Chapter 157 [Fighting in the Snow]

The next day, Kaiyuan Temple, a small courtyard in the bamboo forest.

Snowflakes as big as goose feathers drifted onto the felt of the cloak. Yanxia pulled up her hood and knocked on the door.

Should not.

Knock on the door again.

Monk Daoming came out of the courtyard with a broom in his hand and said speechlessly, "You, the Heavenly Official, are always disturbing people's sweet dreams."

Yan Xia's eyes curved as she smiled, "Master, aren't you awake yet?"

Monk Daoming did not respond and just swept the snow with a broom.

"I heard that Wuhe Mountain is going to establish an academy. If you are not busy with your academy, how come you have time to come to see me, an old monk?"

Yan Xia said, "The academy opens the next day, and they're inviting some guests. I sent the invitation yesterday. I rushed back overnight to ask for some vegetarian food at your temple!"

"The kitchen is on the west side, just help yourself."

"Hey! Already eaten!"

The girl is quite proud.

"...What an unexpected guest!"

The old monk Daoming shook his head and said, "Go back to the city! I also need to go into the city."

Yan Xia asked, "Why are you suddenly going to the city?"

"Two things. One is to go east to Maliu Mountain, and the other is to test the waters of Qinglong Temple."

The old monk still couldn't bear to see his fellow monks killing each other and fighting.

But Yanxia felt that this was a hopeless situation.

"What about the other thing?"

"I heard Xiong Fengxian is going to die."

"I'm dying."

"We are both practitioners of the same generation, so let's go meet each other. Although we had some disputes in the past, a dying man's words are always kind."

Yan Xia didn't know about the troubles between these old men, so she just shrugged and said, "That's because I've let it go."

Needless to say, Yanxia went to the kitchen to eat a meal for four people and set off on her journey with a full stomach.

We left Kaiyuan Temple in the morning, and less than half an hour later, it started snowing again.

There has been a lot of snow these days, and the weather is very cold.

The old man and the young man were both riding horses, walking on the official road. It was so cold that even pedestrians could not be seen.

Looking around, all you can see is a flat road that has been trampled hard by people, horses, cattle and sheep for hundreds of years. The sky is as white as fluff in winter, and dead trees covered with frost and snow are sparsely growing on the roadside.

Occasionally, a few wisps of smoke could be seen rising from the end of the distant plain, but they were soon buried by the snow.

But it is also a good thing, auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, and next spring drought will be less bearable. Otherwise, if there is not enough rain next year, the drought will be deadly.

At the end of this snowfield, on the raised snow slope.

The cold wind blew, making the corners of my clothes rustle.

The scholar in white shirt smiled as he watched An Yanxia ride by on horseback.

"What a great Anba Zui! He turned out to be a junior of Manjusri. I was wondering how my two brothers could have failed. It turns out they really met a master."

He stretched out his hand and a small apricot-yellow flag appeared in his hand - there was a picture of the Southern Dipper on it, and "Huangshan Crane" was written in cloud seal script on both sides.

"Eldest brother! Second brother!"

Swish!

Two dull-witted plague ghosts emerged from the banner and asked stupidly, "Who to kill?"

Huang Shanhe patted the two plague ghosts on the head and said distressedly, "We are all brothers from the same family. How can I bear to ask you to fight with others?"