Xuanjian Immortal Clan

In recent years, there have been more and more buildings in Qingdu Mountain, with pavilions and pavilions. After the direct descendants of the Li family moved away from the mountain, the Qingdu Cave’s practice place underneath became a place for retreats and breakthroughs for the practitioners on the lake. It was quiet and undisturbed. Secondly, it’s safe.

Li Xuanxuan came out of the temple on the top of the mountain, and Li Ximing's grandson Li Zhouming followed closely behind him. His talent was not very high, and he was still at the second level of Fetal Breath after cultivating. Li Ximing went into seclusion again, so this child could only follow Li Xuanxuan to help.

When the old man arrived in front of the hall, he saw a stag kneeling in front of the hall. Its fur was shiny and smooth, but it was kneeling tightly, and tears could not stop flowing from its eyes.

Bai Yuan looked on from the side, his eyes opened quietly with some sadness, while Monk Kong Heng clasped his hands together, murmured sutras, and frowned, looking extremely embarrassed.

Li Xuanxuan had heard the cause and effect early on. The old man rarely got angry, but now he could not hide his dissatisfaction and said anxiously:

"Shi Xiu? You don't like my family, so you came here to show your anger. How can you vent your anger on a mortal!"

Li Chenghuai stood aside, his voice was very soft and he said helplessly:

"This incident has become a big deal. It has spread throughout the towns on the east coast. Everyone is in danger. No one dares to enter the mountain. There are actually many people who want to build temples. They say that if they believe in the Lord, they will not have to suffer like this. Disaster."

"absurd!"

Li Xuanxuan sighed, and the white ape stroked the deer's back, and it took a long time before he said:

"Zhao Xie is the most stubborn, the best at teasing life, doing whatever retributive things are for fun, and does not understand the pain of others. When the pain hits him, he becomes angry, forgets compassion and forgiveness, and wields his sword to defend the law. "

The old ape rarely spoke such long words, and there was a sudden silence in the hall. Kong Heng felt uncomfortable, paused, and murmured:

"Old seniors... they are also teaching people to do good, but they are too overbearing... I don't think everyone is like this..."

The old ape sighed and didn't say much. He just said:

"That's what the mage said."

Li Xuanxuan looked at the stag lying on the ground and said:

"Since the mage can't resolve it, is there any trace of the monk? Or identify the mage's lineage. I'm afraid that if he is allowed to run rampant on the lake, it will be more dangerous."

Kong Heng paused and explained:

"I practice ancient ways, so I can't guess. It looks like he is also an old mage. He didn't leave any traces... I'm afraid it's hard to find him."

"As for orthodoxy."

Kong Heng now felt quite confident and said softly:

"From what I saw, his behavior should be one of the seven paths that favors ancient methods. He neither started killing nor cast any spells. His actions were quite orthodox."

"oh?"

Li Xuanxuan was slightly relieved. If it were Yan Shi who had a human head in his belly like Murong Xia, he would have wiped out half the town with just one mouthful. If he was not found, it would be extremely harmful. Now he looked like a deer, indeed. It was not like Yan Shi’s behavior, so he asked:

"Which ones are considered the right path?"

Kong Heng nodded and said:

"Sir, I have been practicing ascetic discipline and admiring the Dharma Realm, and my behavior is quite righteous, which resonates with our way. There is another family... that is... the one who purifies the world of wrath, and can be regarded as on the right path..."

Li Xuanxuan was startled when he heard this, and the old man frowned and said:

"Wrath and purification of the world also count?"

"Exactly."

Kong Heng whispered:

"Not counting the monks in the deserted mountain temples, the several famous temples of the Wrathful Temple in the past have very strict rules. Although they are paranoid and stubborn, they advocate the elimination of demons, which is the right way..."

Li Xuanxuan was silent for a moment, shook his head and said:

"That's 80% due to anger. The cause and effect cannot be solved even if it lasts for a hundred years or even a thousand years!"

"An angry line..."

After hearing this, Kongheng recited several sutras, showing some embarrassment, and replied in a low voice:

"Sir... the Angry One is difficult to deal with. It would be fine if it were wild monks from those wild temples in the deserted mountains, but if it is really this one, it must be a big gate temple that behaves like this..."

He looked very worried and said softly:

"It is said that after the fall of the [Four Angry Eyes Demon Emperor Temple]... the strength of the Wrathful Alliance was greatly damaged. These large gate temples have been closed down and no one can go out anymore. Almost all the mages outside have died. Don't take pity on me..."

"[The Four Demon Emperors with Angry Eyes] fell. Lian Min can be said to have lost half of his strength, but it is also not something that a mage can afford to offend."

Li Xuanxuan was silent and waited for a quarter of an hour. Chen Yang came up quickly, clasped his fists and bowed in the hall, saying in a deep voice:

"My lords, a mage is waiting outside the peak!"

Li Xuanxuan was horrified and quickly sent Li Chenghuai over and said urgently:

"Go to Wushan as soon as possible! See if Ximing is in seclusion until the critical moment. If it's okay, ask him to come over quickly! I'm afraid it's going to be troublesome!"

Li Chenghuai nodded and went down in a hurry. Seeing that the old man was so anxious, Kong Heng quickly comforted him and said:

"This person comes to inquire like this. He may not be an enemy. Senior, please sit down for a moment while Senior White Ape and I deal with it first..."

Li Xuanxuan had no other choice. Apart from Li Ximing, who was in seclusion, the only foundation building members left at home were Bai Ape and Kong Heng. The old ape was not strong enough, and the only one who was truly reliable was Kong Heng, so he had no choice but to nod.

Li Xuanxuan agreed, and Kong Heng quickly walked out of the palace. The old ape followed silently, and Kong Heng said softly:

"I don't know if the person coming here is an enemy or a friend, or at least a Buddhist cultivator. I'll go out first to test him out. The old man will wait in the formation."

White Ape nodded slightly, and when he was outside the formation, Kong Heng rode the wind and saw an old monk standing on the sparkling lake.

This old monk has a wrinkled face, a stick in his hand, and a calm expression. He is wearing a dark yellow cassock, revealing most of his arms. He is strong and strong, with clear lines, reflecting a faint white light in the sun.

A string of circular runes faintly appeared on the dark yellow cassock on his body, shining like scales under the light. The long stick hung on his hand, and the whole body was jade white.

He said nothing and stood silently, surrounded by a circle of monks, all of whom were trembling and afraid to vent their anger.

Kong Heng landed on the lake. The monks around him breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed with a splash. The leader An Siwei came over and said respectfully:

"Master... this person stepped on the rotten wood on the lakeside and turned it into a boat. He rowed all the way here."

Kong Heng took a brief look, and then realized that this person was standing on the lake with a dead wood under his feet. His expression was very serious, he opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"The master is from the Beishizun Taoist lineage!"

Before Kong Heng could speak, he felt a little embarrassed because he had taken the lead and said politely:

"I am not a great master. I am a young monk named Kong Heng. I am a disciple of Liaohe Temple."

"Liaohe Temple?"

The old monk obviously had a bad temper. He opened his eyes, the scales of his cassock were shining, and his tone was quite harsh, and he said in a deep voice:

"Master's Taoism is profound and authentic, and everyone admires it. How could he have forgotten the evil of extravagance? We monks can measure the world with our feet. How can we imitate practitioners who come and go? Isn't it because of the desire for pleasure?"

This man turned a person into a deer for no reason. Before Kong Heng could ask the question, he choked him for a moment and frowned:

"It's all about the heart but not the skill. The old-timers are serious in their words."

The old monk let him go, snorted, and said in a deep voice:

"Beijing Mo Temple, Fu Xia."

‘It is indeed an wrathful orthodoxy…’

Kong Heng's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt something was not going well. He could only bite the bullet and return the favor, saying softly:

"I don't know why senior is here..."

Fu Xia responded coldly, as if he was so amused that he almost laughed out loud, and only said in a low voice:

"Master Kong Heng... do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand... You and I are both Taoists, so we don't want to talk nonsense! Are you a monk of the Northern World Honored Tao?"

The original politeness on his face also faded, and he even had doubts about the identity of the person in front of him. He made sarcastic remarks. After a short pause, Kong Heng stopped being polite to him and said in a deep voice:

"Senior, I turned a human into a deer and practiced this evil method of creating an animal. Is it a good idea?! I have only heard of the Beijiangmo Temple to slay demons, but I have never heard of this kind of evil method!"

When Fu Xia was asked this question, a copper-colored light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his face turned into a golden color. His voice was low, suppressing his anger, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"The evil method of creating animals? This is the way of reincarnation and retribution! All creatures in the world of deer are neither noble nor humble. They are all equal. He killed the deer for his own selfish desires, which is no different from killing people. Turning him into a deer can be regarded as considering that he has not If you are educated, you will be given a lighter punishment!”

Kong Heng's sleeves moved automatically without wind, and a hazy golden light also appeared behind him. His voice had a strong Sanskrit sound, and he said in a deep voice:

"He killed the deer to save his wife. You transformed him into a deer. His wife was already poor and bedridden, so she died... He killed the deer, but you harmed someone!"

When Fu Xia heard his words, he knew that he valued people more than animals and did not respect the doctrine of equality of all living beings. He became furious. Not only was his face covered with gold paint, but also a few bright lines appeared, and he shouted:

"Crazy man! Let me ask you something! He is poor and his wife is bedridden... Whose fault is it? Whose fault is it? How dare you talk nonsense here!"

His voice was like thunder from the sky, causing all the monks around him to run away. The ones who were a little slower had blood spurting from their ears and were swaying. Kong Heng saw it, formed seals with his hands, and golden light flickered behind him.

"Qiang!"

A six-armed Vajra emerged from the golden light behind him. The golden face plate with huge horizontal stripes shone red, and his eyes were wide-eyed. The six arms held the golden chain, covering the sky like a spider web, casting a golden curtain. Everyone protects you.

Kong Heng gritted his teeth and said:

"Whose fault can this be? He is poor because his father gambled and squandered the family's wealth. His wife is sick in bed. It's because of bad luck and bad luck. How can you say whose fault it is!"

Fu Xia was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard something extremely funny. A burst of laughter burst out from deep in his throat. The long stick in his hand glowed with a dazzling color. He said coldly:

"One has bad luck, one has bad luck, let me tell you!"

The long stick in his hand shot up into the sky like a white rainbow, hit a golden lock, and made a clear and loud shock. Fu Xia said angrily:

"He lives in the territory of the Li family behind you, but he lives in extreme poverty. That is your Li family's fault! All tragedies are caused by your Li family! You want to blame it on me!"

"His wife was harmed by your Li family, and he turned to harm other living beings. For the sake of him being harmed too, I turned him into a deer... I haven't settled the accounts with your Li family yet!"

This sound stunned Kong Heng, so much so that the golden chains in the air stopped, and the blazing white light hit him, making him groan. He felt as if the mountain was overwhelming him, making it difficult to breathe.

He felt that his whole body was boiling with magic power, and he spat out a few words from his mouth:

"Crooked ways!"

The monk in front of him did not focus on fighting with him. His eyes were filled with anger. He held a stick in one hand to suppress him and said coldly:

"There is no temple, no sharecropping field, no practice and interpretation of the Dharma, no education, but the land is divided according to households... Let individuals wander according to their own destiny... There must be tragedy... Watching people rise and fall in the world of mortals, indifferent to right and wrong. , and you said it’s not your fault?”

"If we practice Dharma and enlightenment, the land is taken back, and all the people are tenants of the temple, and the people can only cultivate the land to support themselves and practice practice, and they have the ultimate happiness in their hearts, so the more they suffer, the closer they get to the Blessed One, how can there be any reason to be poor? How can there be no need to hunt? What's the truth? How can his wife get sick if there are Buddhists taking care of her?"

The anger in Fu Xia's eyes seemed to materialize, spraying out aggressively from his eyes. He held Kong Heng down with just a stick in one hand, and suddenly raised his hand, summoning a dazzling golden light.

"My Dharma image was harmed by villains like the Immortal Dao, and my achievements fell short. My strength is not even ten, and I have nowhere to borrow the magic... But I can still deal with people like you... I am still more than enough!"

The golden light in his hand jumped up like a poisonous snake and burrowed into Kong Heng's body. Kong Heng's heart was filled with alarm, and his eyes instantly turned into a piece of gold, releasing streaks of colorful light that floated down from the lake like rain.

This colorful light is quite strange. Lotus flowers are everywhere on the lake it passes. The sound of scriptures resounds. The five-color light rises like a fountain. The white long stick in Fu Xia's hand suddenly dims. The golden chain takes the opportunity to pull out and protect Kong Heng. .

"[Great Light Technique]..."

The colorful lights fell on him like rain one after another. Fu Xia looked furious and said fiercely:

"You have such brilliant magic, but you succumb to the immortals!"

These words echoed over the lake. Kong Heng felt his heart heat up when he heard this. He gritted his teeth and cast spells. The golden chain became thicker and thicker, but he did not dare to act rashly for fear of being suppressed by the white light.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Fu Xia paused for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"These cultivators seek self-cultivation, how can they care about the common people? As long as cultivators enter the world, they will inevitably build layers of immortal peaks, with deceitful intentions and insidious schemes emerging in endlessly! The common people are entangled in interests and filled with dust, and it is difficult to have a good conscience. Good people…”

"Only if I explain the Dharma, all living beings are equal. They are all tenants of the temple. They are united in one mind and enjoy suffering. They only care about truth, goodness and beauty. They have no official position and no promotion, and they do not have to suffer the torment of fate!"

"But you are a guest under the cultivator's sect, and you are indifferent to all this! Kong Heng! You are unworthy of the North World Honored Dao..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a burst of thunder in mid-air, and a strong bright light condensed in the air, revealing a huge city wall filled with skylight. It was exquisite and simple, like the top of Mount Tai, and cast a huge golden reflection on the lake.

Fu Xia was angry again, his eyes were like copper, bathed in the overwhelming bright light, which illuminated him like a golden statue, and said coldly:

"I am discussing with my peers, who are you? How dare you interfere!"

The bright light in front of him slowly enlarged in his pupils, but he heard a cold voice like thunder:

"Go to hell with your mother's bald ass! Talk about your plague-ridden ways!"