Nightmare Attack

Taoist Ling Xiao's face suddenly appeared in Jiang Cheng's mind. At the last moment of last night, Taoist Ling Xiao had told them not to enter the Sutra Pavilion until dawn.

If Taoist Lingxiao really has a problem, then the location of the Sutra Library Pavilion today is the top priority.

Having already seen the bodies of Song Tianming and the others, it was pointless to go to the side courtyard. Everyone excused themselves and walked back because they lost interest. Perhaps they wanted to leave a good impression on Jiang Cheng and the others, and also try to save the fat man's bad impression of Qingfeng Temple. On the way back, Xuan Yi became more and more enthusiastic and told the three people about the history of Qingfeng Temple.

According to him, Qingfeng Temple is an ancient temple with a history of three hundred years. The master Bixu who founded Qingfeng Temple was an extraordinary figure. His knowledge spans ancient and modern times, and his methods are even more tyrannical. With a Qinghong Sword, With a white jade whisk, he broke into the Demon's Cave alone and killed seven major demons of the Demon Sect. He single-handedly killed more than a hundred stubborn disciples of the Demon Sect, and suppressed not a single soul in Yongzhou.

Changing the subject, Xuan Yi began to talk about his master, Taoist Ling Xiao. In his mouth, Taoist Ling Xiao was a divine figure who was not inferior to Master Bixu. He could kill big monsters, destroy evil spirits, eliminate demons and protect the way. , supports justice, has a chivalrous reputation throughout the world, and heroes from all over the world have come to make friends. Unfortunately, Taoist Lingxiao has always been indifferent to fame and fortune. In these years, he has only been with Master Fuji, the abbot of Wuwei Temple, and Master Jingchen of Jingci Temple. The relationship between waiting for a few people is irreversible.

Xuan Yi's face was full of respect when he mentioned his master, Taoist Master Ling Xiao, but Jiang Cheng was more concerned about the name Master Fu Ji. After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng turned to Xuan Yi and couldn't help but sigh: "Taoist Master Ling Xiao is so A divine figure, so those who can make friends with him are definitely not ordinary people. I wonder if we, the unlucky people, will be lucky enough to meet him in this life.

These words were spoken humbly, but it was obviously very helpful to Xuan Yi's ears. "What did the pilgrim say? It's a coincidence that Master Fuji and a group of eminent monks are in the temple."

"What a coincidence?" Ye Qiutang pretended to be surprised. She vaguely felt that she had touched the key to the problem.

"That's right, but Master Fuji and his party came in a hurry. It seems they have important matters to discuss with the master, so whether they can meet each other depends on the opportunity of the three pilgrims."

"Haha, so Taoist Master Xuan Yi has met Master Fu Ji. What a blessing." Ye Qiutang and Jiang Cheng sang in harmony while observing the flaws that Xuan Yi might reveal.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Yi shook his head hastily, "Where is this poor Taoist? I have never met Master Fu Ji. I only found out about it when I accidentally heard Senior Brother Xuande talk about it."

"So that's it."

The few people were walking and chatting, and the atmosphere became more and more harmonious. Xuan Yi was no longer as cautious as he was at first. Seeing that the time was almost up, Jiang Cheng looked at the road ahead and asked in a casual tone: "Is this the way to Tibet?" The road through the pavilion?"

Xuan Yi, who was introducing the scenery along the way to Ye Qiutang, was stunned and looked at Jiang Cheng with doubtful eyes. "This pilgrim, this temple is a Taoist temple. Why did you come to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion? Are you asking about the chanting hall of this temple?"

Jiang Cheng slapped his forehead and hurriedly confessed, "Oh, look at my memory. It's a sin to climb a mountain gate to worship a mountain god. I hope Taoist Master Xuan Yi will forgive me.

Xuan Yi waved his hands indifferently and comforted with a smile: "The pilgrims are serious. Master once taught that as long as the pilgrims who go up the mountain are dedicated to good deeds and worship Buddha or believe in Taoism, or some other immortals, what difference does it make? "

After several contacts, Fatty felt very good about Xuan Yi. He was very open-minded, his words were pleasant, and most importantly, he was sincere, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

Some of the disciples in the temple who met on the way also greeted Jiang Cheng and the three of them very politely. It could be seen that the disciples in Qingfeng Temple lived a simple life, and some of the Taoist robes even had patches on them.

Walking along the familiar road, when they were about to reach the Sutra Pavilion, a little Taoist priest came over in a hurry. When he saw Xuan Yi, he didn't even have time to say hello, "Brother Xuan Yi, it's not good. Brother Xuan Cong's epilepsy has returned." You're guilty, Brother Xuande, please hurry up!"

"What? I'll go right away."

Xuan Yi had just taken a few steps when he seemed to suddenly think of something. He turned around and looked at the three people in Jiang Cheng with a troubled face.

Jiang Cheng nodded understandingly, "Taoist Master Xuan Yi, just go and do your work. We can just walk around casually."

"Hey, those three pilgrims please help yourself."

After saying this, Xuan Yi and the little Taoist priest hurriedly left.

Watching Xuan Yi and the two disappear completely, Ye Qiutang's brows gradually wrinkled, and after a long while he said: "What is this? Teasing the tiger to leave the mountain?"

Jiang Cheng naturally knew what Ye Qiutang meant. Not long ago, when they were about to check Xuan Cong, Xuande suddenly showed up and disrupted their plan. Now, as soon as they came to the Sutra Pavilion, Xuan Cong was in trouble. , there is something wrong with this, it seems like he wants to draw their attention away from the Sutra Pavilion.

However, Jiangcheng Ye Qiutang naturally couldn't be led around, so they simply ignored it and allowed Xuan Yi to leave. They wanted to stay and see what the Scripture Pavilion, now called the Sutra Chanting Pavilion, was like.

Following the familiar road, led by Jiang Cheng, the three of them quickly passed through the Lost Forest and arrived at the open space in front of the Sutra Pavilion.

But at this moment, the three of them were all stunned. The scene in front of them was beyond everyone's expectations.

They saw Taoist priests in groups of three or three chanting sutras in the open space nearest to them, and practicing swordsmanship with bamboo swords under the guidance of their senior brothers.

However, as the vision zoomed out, a strange scene appeared. On the steps in front of the so-called chanting hall, there were actually several monks bending down to sweep the floor, using bamboo brooms with thick front ends.

And standing outside the door of the chanting hall were two warrior monks holding sticks. Their faces were full of flesh, and they looked like they were not easy to mess with.

What's even weirder is that these Taoist priests and monks get along extremely harmoniously. They are not obtrusive to each other, and they feel like they are a whole.

As he raised his gaze a little bit, the fat man's eyes straightened, and he was filled with shock. He saw that the chanting hall had indeed changed, but not completely. It retained the grandeur of the Buddhist red pillars and golden tiles. Noble, but the wall was replaced by a gray and simple brick wall.

Wind chimes engraved with Bagua pictures hang under the raised eaves. The wind chimes sway in the wind and make crisp ringing sounds.

There are countless similar details. The characteristics of Buddhism and Taoism are reflected in one building at the same time. It feels indescribably weird.

After a brief hesitation, the three of them from Jiangcheng walked forward. A young Taoist priest put down his sword and came over in confusion and asked: "Xuanqi, a poor Taoist, who are you three looking for?"

The three people in Jiang Cheng did not answer and continued to walk towards the door of the chanting hall.

"Stay, who are you? What are you doing here?" The Taoist priest followed closely behind.

When the three people from Jiangcheng were about to approach the cleaning monks, an angry voice behind them immediately stopped them in their tracks.

"Three donors, stay here! Why don't you answer my questions? If you insist on moving forward, poor monk Hui Qi will have no choice but to offend!"

Ye Qiutang turned around suddenly, and the scene in front of her made her tremble. She saw that the little Taoist priest had changed into a monk's robe at some time, and his hair was gone. He was staring at them angrily, and he would probably look at them again. The first step was to take a desperate stance.

"There is no room for arrogance in the important place of Xuanmen!" Behind the so-called Hui Qi, the Taoist priests who were a little further away shouted in unison.