Look In the Mirror

  Chapter 366 Southern Border Vibration

  Sasheng Temple, Send Zen Palace.

  The three monks were also dumbfounded watching the changing situation in the sky.

   "The sun and the moon are in the same bottle!"

   "A spectacle of the Xuanhuang level!"

  The power of concentration is like an obscure Zen master, and he can't help but fall into deep thought at this time: "I'm afraid the "Weekly Wonders List" will be rearranged again."

   "This spectacle is at least in the top five!"

   "It's just that I don't know which sect's arrogance."

   "Senior brother, the condensate in the sky is faintly a shadow of a monk, could it be a disciple in my temple?"

  The obscure Zen master was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, a pair of snowy eyebrows fluttering back and forth.

   "Although Xiantian Ninggang is the shadow of a monk, his heart is in the shape of a wine bottle. In my Sacrificing Temple, only Buddhist disciples have ever worshiped wine idiots as teachers."

   "But after all, Buddha has not entered Xiantian for a long time, and there is still a distance to Xiantian Dzogchen, so it is impossible to summon wonders."

   "Brother is right."

   "I don't know what kind of spectacle the Buddha can summon in the future..."

   "I think it should not be below this!"

  …

  Southern Xinjiang, Xiangfei Valley.

  Mr. Fen Ji looked at the vision in the sky and exclaimed: "Black and white are reversed, the full moon is in the sky, the golden jar is full of the moon, the sun rises and the moon sets, the sun and the moon are in the same jar!"

   "Good guy, I'm afraid I haven't seen this spectacle in a thousand years!"

  Behind him, Yuyun put down the bamboo tube in his hand, nodded and said: "There are only four wonders in the world, and it can barely match it."

  Mr. Fen Ji shook his head: "No and no."

   "This spectacle has the sun and the moon in the same sky, and the yin and yang are mixed with wine. It has become a legendary spectacle of black and yellow."

   "In my opinion, even the Four Wonders cannot be compared with it."

   "This spectacle should be able to shine for hundreds of thousands of miles and shock the whole world."

   "I just don't know which peerless miracle can summon such a miracle."

  Looking at the monk's shadow wine bottle in the sky, Fen Ji fell into deep thought.

  The younger generation in Nanjiang, is there anyone else who can surpass that kid?

  Wait, wine bottle? !

  Mr. Fen Ji's eyes lit up, and then he burst out laughing.

  …

  Southern Border, ghost religion.

  On the altar, a group of emerald green flames condensed into a human form. At this time, he was looking at the starry sky, frowning.

   "Who would it be?"

   "Check it out for me!"

   "We must find him!"

   "Such a spectacle, with the posture of proving the Tao!"

   "If you can win over, kill if you can't!"

   "Those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me perish!"

  …

  Southern Xinjiang, Dian Cang faction.

  Real Cangsong gazed into the distance.

  The sun and the moon are in the same bottle, which is really shocking.

  This spectacle shines for hundreds of thousands of miles, and it is obvious to all in the world.

   It's just that the innate Ning Gang, wearing cassock, and becoming a monk should be a disciple of Buddhism.

   But the heart on the chest is in the shape of a wine bottle.

   "Could it be the Candle Dragon Temple?"

   Master Cangsong muttered to himself.

   "But the spectacle of the Candle Dragon Temple, shouldn't it be the Zen flame?"

  Suddenly he thought of something, and hurriedly took out a book from his arms.

  Opening the title page, what came into view was a poem: Is the golden scale a thing in the pool, a dragon that changes when the wind and cloud meet.

   On the next first page, the ones ranked first are: Lichen, Shasheng Temple, Monk Duxiu...

   Thanks to Mr. Alcohol Crazy as a teacher!

   Could it be him!

  Real Cangsong's hand trembled slightly: The Diancang Sect seems to have provoked a terrible monster.

  …

  Southern Xinjiang, Candle Dragon Temple.

   It is at the junction of Nanjiang and Feiluzhou.

  Zhulong Temple itself is the place where the disciples of Daguangming Temple who flew to Luzhou passed on the incense.

  At this time, the eminent monk in the temple was secretly delighted when he saw the cassock in the sky.

   "This Xiantian Ninggang is wearing cassock, he must be my Buddhist disciple."

   "Exactly!"

   "I just don't know which traveling brother it will be."

   "Looking at the location, the light seems to come from the northeast, vaguely in the direction of Shangyang City."

   "Could it be Master Huolong and his party?"

  When the eminent monks in the temple heard the words, all eyes lit up: "If you talk about temples in the whole southern Xinjiang, there are only Zhulong Temple and Shasheng Temple."

   "Now that the Black Stone Hunting Order is still on the list, is this monk my disciple of Zhulong Temple?"

"a?"

   "Are you quasi-leaf?"

   "That's not right, the innate condensate of my Candle Dragon Temple is a lampstand, and most of the wonders in the interior are flames, which are quite different from it."

   "Brother, why did you forget that my disciple Zhunhuai has another encounter, and what he is practicing is the old monk's technique!"

   "And the old monk vaguely remembers that Zhunhuai was taught by the old monk just because he invited him to eat meat and drink wine."

   "This monk is condensed, covered with cassocks, and can condense wine bottles, so I must be afraid that he is not Zhunhuai!"

   "Ahem, my disciple Zhunhuai has the appearance of becoming a Buddha since he was a child!"

   "Amitabha."

"congratulations."

  …

  Fly to Luzhou, Xiujian Zhao.

  Two handsome maids are whispering: "Cuihua, what do you think is wrong with Young Master Biao?"

   "When you saw me before, you always dragged me into the house to tidy up."

   "Why hasn't there been any movement after coming from southern Xinjiang this time?"

  The other maid nodded, and also complained: "Sister Ruhua, I have already discovered that something is wrong with Young Master Biao recently.

  Not only is she no longer close to women, but also..."

   Speaking of which, she looked up and glanced around, and after finding no one, she whispered: "A few days ago, I saw him hang out with Boy Run, and I was so tired."

   "Boy Run?"

   "Isn't that..."

   "I've heard that some young masters are fond of child molestation, could it be..."

  In a room a hundred steps away from the wing where the two maids gossip, a white-faced boy with a handsome face and a feminine demeanor is facing the bronze mirror, carefully dressed.

  He Lianbi smiled and pinched his fingers into orchid shapes.

   No matter how you look at it, there is a smell of shame.

  Since the coup in Anping City, he took fake death pills, but when he was passing through Funiu Mountain, he was actually captured by a green forest hero.

   After Zhao's family redeemed him, took the antidote, and woke up, he became like this.

   At this time, Zhao Boduan didn't care about his nephew.

  He was discussing something with the smiling scholar Hou Chunfeng in King Liang's study.

  Suddenly the sky changed drastically, black and white reversed...

   "This is an interior spectacle?!"

  Liang King Zhu Yong's eyes flashed continuously: "Such an imposing manner is no less than a cosmic spectacle."

  In a moment, the golden jar is filled with the moon, the sun rises and the moon sets, until the end, the sun and the moon are in the same jar!

  Everyone was shocked and didn't know why.

   "The spectacle of a hundred thousand miles, the whole world can see it!"

   "A mysterious and yellow-level interior spectacle!"

   "I am going to produce a saint in southern Xinjiang!"

  Zhu Yong's eyes flashed cold, and he could no longer hide his ambition.

   "If you can..."

  The Taoist priest behind him pondered and said: "The place pointed by the sky phenomenon in the poor Taoist temple seems to be in the city of Shangyang.

  At this time, the 'Struggling Conference' is being held in Shangyang City.

   Could it be that the person who summoned the Inner Scenery Spectacle is currently participating in the Contest? That must be the southern Xinjiang sect without a doubt. "

  At this time, Zhao Boduan's eyes suddenly focused, and he said happily: "That Xiantian Ninggang is wearing a cassock, is it the monk of the Southern Xinjiang Shouchan Zhulong Temple?"

   "Not necessarily."

   "There is a thousand-year-old Shasheng Temple in southern Xinjiang."

   "King Liang didn't know that Shasheng Temple was hunted down by Heishi. At this moment, even the shadow of Shasheng Temple may not be seen in Shangyang City."

   "This person must be the monk of Candle Dragon Temple!"

  Suddenly Hou Chunfeng's eyes lit up: "Torch Dragon Temple?"

   "If we talk about cooperation, this Candle Dragon Temple is an excellent choice!"

  PS: Monthly ticket, recommendation ticket, come to the bowl~

  (end of this chapter)