Mirroring the changes

Shasheng Temple and Zen Temple.

The three monks were equally stunned as they watched the changes in the sky.

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

"A wonder of Xuanhuang level!"

The concentration is like that of an obscure Zen master. At this time, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought: "I'm afraid the "Wonderful List of Zhou Tian" will have to be re-ordered."

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

"I just don't know which sect he is the genius of."

"Senior brother, there is a vague shadow of a monk in the sky. Could it be a disciple of my temple?"

Zen Master Obscure was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, his pair of snow eyebrows drifting back and forth.

"Although Xiantian Ning Gang is the shadow of a monk, his heart gang is in the shape of a wine bottle. In my Shasheng Temple, only Buddhist disciples have ever worshiped the drunkard as their teacher."

"But after all, the Buddha has not been in the Xiantian for a long time. There is still a long way to reach the Xiantian Dzogchen. It is impossible to summon miracles."

"Senior brother is right."

"I wonder what kind of wonders the Buddha can summon in the future..."

"I guess it shouldn't be lower than 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 moon is in a golden bottle, the sun rises and the moon sets, the sun and the moon are in the same bottle!"

"Good fellow, I've probably never seen this spectacle in a thousand years!"

Behind him, Yuyun put down the bamboo tube in his hand, nodded and said: "Such a scene can only be matched by the four unique wonders in the world."

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

"This wonder is that the sun and the moon are in the same sky, and the yin and yang are in the wine. It has become the legendary black and yellow wonder."

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

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

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

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

Among the younger generation in Southern Xinjiang, can anyone surpass that kid?

Wait, wine bottles? !

Mr. Fen Ji's eyes lit up and he laughed.

…

Southern Xinjiang, Ghost Sect.

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

"Who could it be?"

"Check it for me!"

"We must find him!"

"Such a spectacle, a sign of enlightenment!"

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

"Those who follow me will prosper and those who go against me will perish!"

…

Southern Xinjiang, Diancang Sect.

Cangsongzhenren looked far into the distance.

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

This wonder shines for hundreds of thousands of miles, and can be seen by all the people in the world.

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

But the heart on the chest is shaped like a wine bottle.

"Is it Zhulong Temple?"

Master Cangsong murmured to himself.

“But shouldn’t the wonder of Zhulong Temple be Zen flames?”

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

Opening the title page, what comes into view is a poem: Are golden scales like an object in a pond? They transform into dragons when encountering wind and clouds.

On the next page, the top one is: Li Chen, Shasheng Temple, Duxiu Monk...

Take Mr. Drunkard as your teacher!

Could it be him! !

Master Cangsong's hand trembled slightly: "Dian Cang Sect seems to have provoked a terrible monster."

…

Southern Xinjiang, Zhulong Temple.

Right at the junction of Nanjiang and Feiluzhou.

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

At this time, the eminent monk in the temple was secretly happy as he looked at the cassock in the sky.

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

"That's right!"

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

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

"Could it be Uncle Fire Dragon and his party?"

When the eminent monks in the temple heard this, their eyes lit up: "If we talk about temples in the entire southern Xinjiang, there are only Zhulong Temple and Shasheng Temple."

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

"Who could it be?"

"Is it accurate?"

"That's not right. The innate condensation in our Zhulong Temple is a lampstand, and most of the wonders inside are flames, which is very different from it."

"Senior brother, how could you have forgotten that my disciple Zhun Huai has another fate, and he is practicing the skills of the old monk You Fang!"

"And I vaguely remember that Zhun Huai was taught by the old monk because he invited him to eat meat and drink wine."

"This monk Ning Gang, wearing a cassock, can condense wine bottles. I'm afraid he's not a sophora tree!"

"Ahem, my disciple Zhun Huai has the potential to become a Buddha since he was a child!"

"Amitabha."

"Congratulations."

…

Flying to Luzhou, embroidering the sword to the Zhao family.

Two handsome maids were whispering: "Cuihua, what do you think is wrong with Mr. Biao?"

"When you saw me before, you would always drag me into the house to give me some instructions."

"Why is there no movement after coming from southern Xinjiang this time?"

The other maid nodded and said with the same resentment: "Sister Ruhua, I have discovered a long time ago that Young Master Biao is not feeling right lately.

Not only do I no longer approach women, I also..."

At this point, she raised her head and glanced around. When she found no one, she whispered: "A few days ago, I saw him hanging out with Mr. Run. I was so tired of it."

"Run boy?"

"Isn't that..."

"I've heard that some young men are fond of molesting children. Could it be that..."

In a room a hundred steps away from the side room where the two maids chatted, a white-faced young man with a handsome face and a feminine manner was facing the bronze mirror, dressed up carefully.

He Lianbi smiled and formed his fingers into the shape of an orchid.

No matter how you look at it, it smells of filth.

After the coup in Anping City, he took a drug to fake his death, but when he was passing through Funiu Mountain, he was kidnapped by the Green Forest Heroes.

When the Zhao family redeemed him and took the antidote, he would look like this when he woke up.

At this time, Zhao Boduan had no intention of caring about his nephew.

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

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

"Is this an interior spectacle?!"

Liang Wang Zhu Yong's eyes flashed: "Such an aura is not inferior to the wonders of the Zhou Dynasty."

For a moment, the moon is in the golden bottle, the sun rises and the moon sets, until finally, the sun and the moon are in the same bottle!

Everyone was so shocked that they didn't know why.

"One hundred thousand wonders, the whole world can see them!"

"The interior scenery of Xuanhuang level is amazing!"

"A saint is about to appear in our southern border!"

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

"If only..."

The Taoist priest behind him muttered: "The place where the poor Taoist is looking at the sky seems to be in Shangyang City.

At this time, the ‘Struggle Conference’ was being held in Shangyang City.

Could it be that the person who summoned the wonders of the inner scene is participating in the competition at the moment? That must be the Southern Xinjiang sect. "

At this time, Zhao Boduan suddenly focused his eyes and said happily: "That Xiantian Ninggang is wearing a cassock, is he a monk from Zhulong Temple, the first Zen temple in southern Xinjiang?"

"Not necessarily."

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

"King Liang doesn't know anything. The Shasheng Temple is being hunted by Black Stone. At this moment, there is probably no trace of the Shasheng Temple in Shangyang City."

"This person must be a monk from Zhulong Temple!"

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

"If we talk about cooperation, Zhulong Temple is an excellent choice!"

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