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Chapter 487 In the Picture Scroll

The old boatman continued to support the wormwood at the bottom of the river, and the ferry, like a fish swimming, went straight downstream, speeding like lightning.

In the turbid water in the eyes of ordinary masters, to the old Zhouzi, he can see the fire clearly, and those little bits of water transport essence are even more gratifying to look at.

In the waterway leading to the Heshen Temple, there are occasional lonely ghosts wandering past. When they see the old Zhouzi, they will take the initiative to kneel and kowtow.

The water transport of the Yaoying River is rich, and the god of the river did not wantonly grab it, and all of it was collected into the temple, which made it much less likely for the souls who drowned here to become ghosts who lost their sanity, which is also a merit, but the temple The price to pay for this is to slow down the breeding speed of the incense essence. Over time, one catty will be lost this year, and eight taels will be missing next year. The incense essence that should be used to shape and refine the rank of the golden body is missing a considerable amount. In the eyes of other Jiangshui Zhengshen, it is probably because the river god has really lost his mind.

A god of mountains and rivers who lives on incense and incense in the world is not a person of Taoism. The key point is that the Yaohe River temple only recognizes the bone beach as its foundation, and is not included in the landscape genealogy of any dynasty. The attitude towards the temple built outside the jurisdiction is very subtle. If it is not sealed, it will not be banned. The orthodox etiquette water god of the prostitute shrine actually pursues the illusory yin virtue, fetching water from a bamboo basket, can it be kept? Planting trees here, blooming elsewhere, what is the significance?

The matter of merit and virtue is the most unpredictable of God's will. If it is included in the genealogy of the gods, it is tantamount to well-documented. As long as the luck of the mountains and rivers in a place is stable, the court's etiquette department will follow the steps, and after the inspection, it will be rewarded according to the routine. There are many sequelae. It will help to resist and eliminate many karmic obstacles invisibly. This is the benefit of ensuring harvest from drought and flood. But without that heavy identity, it is hard to say. Once a certain person makes a wish and prays successfully, who can guarantee that there will be no messy entanglement of cause and effect behind it?

The goddess who walked out of the mural was in a bad mood and looked gloomy.

When it comes to their own avenues, Lao Zhouzi, an old neighbor, doesn't have much to say. The comforting words at this time may not be just rubbing salt in the wound.

The eight pictures of Goddesses and Heavenly Officials in the Mural City have existed for a long time, even older than the Pima Sect. It was very difficult for the ancestors of the Pima Sect to cross continents to Beiju Luzhou. The site was chosen at the southernmost tip of Yizhou. It was a last resort. At that time, some domineering swordsmen in the north were offended, and they could not gain a foothold. With the consideration of staying away from right and wrong places, they unintentionally unearthed these inexplicable ancient murals, so they regarded Bone Beach as a It is also an important reason for being in a treasured place of geomantic omen, but the hardships and hardships here are not enough for outsiders. Lao Zhouzi watched the Pima sect build up bit by bit with his own eyes. Bingyin generals, the earth immortals who fell from the Pima sect for this reason, no less than 20 people, even monks in the Yupu realm, died in two battles. It can be said that if they were not squeezed out, they would be able to create mountains in the middle of Luzhou in Beiju. The Pima sect is very likely to be among the top five sects, and this is based on the premise that the monks of the Pima sect have never had sword immortals, and have never invited sword immortals to be enshrined in the mountain gate.

In fact, this is the first time for Lao Zhouzi to see the real body of a goddess. Among the eight goddesses in the past, there is one of the goddesses, "Chunguan", who can travel far in dreams, similar to the yin spirit of a great monk, and completely ignores many things. Restriction, to communicate with the monks in the world for a short time. In the early years, the goddess visited the Yaohe River Temple, but not long after that, the goddess Chunguan, like Changxi and Zhankan, chose the object of service that she liked, and left the bone beach .At that time, the two parties secretly agreed that Lao Zhouzi would help them set up one or two symbolic tests. In return, they were willing to help the Yaoyinghe Temple three times in the future when they were in danger.After that, Baogai and Ganoderma lucidum also left the mural city one after another, and then for more than 500 years, the three murals fell into silence. Now the Yaohe River has used up two opportunities to tide over the difficulties, so Lao Zhouzi will be so concerned, I hope There are new opportunities falling on laymen or monks, and the old Zhouzi is happy to see it come true.

For thousands of years, the situation has changed. Among the five murals, one of the goddesses died in battle for the master, and two chose to die with the master. Among them, the poor scholar selected by the former is now a monk on the top of Yizhou Mountain in Immortal Realm, and she is also one of the few sword cultivators who have achieved Taoism in the team that went to the inverted mountain.

The goddess on the ferry is not accompanied by the colorful deer on the scroll.

It is probably because of this that the murals have not faded, otherwise the old Zhouzi would be embarrassed to the point of embarrassment with the goddess.

After a long wait, I finally chose a servant who will accompany me through life and death. As a result, he didn't have the slightest vision, didn't pass the test the size of a sesame seed, and just rubbed the soles of his feet with oil and ran away.

If the mural city turns into a line drawing scroll again, wouldn't it make this heavenly official and goddess seem to be homeless? This is like the drowned ghosts swimming around in the swaying river, and there are so many wandering ghosts in the bone beach ghost valley. What's the difference

As for the real roots of these eight goddesses, even if Lao Zhouzi is the river god here, he still doesn't know.

Not surprisingly, the monks of the Pima Sect also know very little. It is very likely that the only three surviving ancestors only know a little bit.

The strangest thing is that the priestess of Chunguan had a secret meeting with Lao Zhouzi back then. She confessed that they had no memory and slept for an unknown amount of time until the monks of the Pima sect opened the cave and touched the old man. Formation, they just woke up. The eight murals seem to occupy one side of the mural city, but they are actually connected as one. According to the monks at that time, it is a broken secret realm. They have also relied on the landscape buildings, flowers, plants, ancient trees, Books and other relics were deduced, trying to follow the clues to find out his own life experience, but unfortunately, there was always a moat in the sky, full of fog, and could not be cracked.

As he approached the Heshen Temple, Lao Zhouzi couldn't help but let out a sigh.

The goddess standing on the other side of the ferry also sighed faintly, especially lingering, as if it was a sound of nature that had never existed in the world.

Old Zhouzi couldn't help complaining about the young man, what was he thinking? He observed secretly before, that he was very clever and respected the rules, and he didn't seem like a stingy person. Why did he start committing suicide when he was lucky? It shouldn't be there, and it's not right to be unable to grasp it. Being able to make the goddess blue eyes, a body of ten thousand gold, and leaving the picture scroll itself says a lot.

The goddess turned her head and glanced, "That male monk who was standing by the river earlier, isn't he one of the three ancestors of the Pima Sect?"

Lao Zhouzi shook his head, "I know the three ancestors on the mountain, even if they come down the mountain to show up, they are not heroic people who like to play tricks."

The goddess thought for a while, "Looking at her demeanor, I remembered that a sister had taken a fancy to someone in the early years. He was a young Jindan monk from a foreign country. She almost moved her heart, but her temperament was too ruthless. Following him If you don't endure hardships or anger, you will be boring."

Lao Zhouzi was stunned for a moment, and asked the approximate time.

After getting the answer, Lao Zhouzi had a headache, and said to himself, "It can't be the color embryo surnamed Jiang, it's a bad seed that is so bad that it oozes pus."

Never thought that the goddess nodded and said: "It seems that the surname is indeed Jiang. At that time, the young man was quite loud, saying that one day, even the fairy sisters would look down on him, and no matter whether he was at home or not, he would look down on him." All the eight paintings should be taken away and properly enshrined, so that he can eat and drink in front of the scrolls every day. However, this person's words are frivolous, but his state of mind is not vulgar."

Old Zhouzi wondered: "This guy was a merciful flirt back then, so why is he so ruthless?"

The goddess shook her head and said: "Our way of observing people directly points to the nature of the heart, not to mention that it is very different from monks, and it seems to be different from your landscape gods. This is an innate magical power we are born with. I think it’s all a good thing, but at first glance, it’s full of turbid heart lakes, dirty thoughts, or caves full of snakes and scorpions, or seductive things with human heads and demon bodies entangled together, and many ugly pictures are unsightly. So we often They will sleep on purpose, out of sight and out of mind, so that if they wake up suddenly one day, they will probably know that the opportunity has arrived, and then they will open their eyes and look."

The old Zhouzi praised: "The world is full of wonders."

The deer-riding goddess suddenly turned her head and looked towards the mural city, squinting her eyes with a stern expression, "This guy dares to trespass on the mansion!"

The old boatman was expressionless.

I thought there was no need to guess, it must be the notorious Jiang Shangzhen.

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On the other side of the Mural City, a large area of ​​secret lanterns on the mountain suddenly went out. Something went wrong with the lanterns that were supposed to be always on and only needed to be replaced every hundred years. This naturally caused panic. The foundation of Zong's landscape formation, the collapse of the mural city, the consequences would be unimaginable, so several monks who were in charge of guarding the three murals of the Patriarch Hall of the Pima Zong volleyed in the air, looking at the commotion and chaos, trying to find the culprit Once the culprit is determined to be a monk who destroyed the mural city and took the opportunity to steal the painting, they have the right to execute him on the spot, beheading him first and then playing it.

Near the picture of the goddess on one of the walls, when the guard monks of the Pima Sect were distracted to look into the distance, a wisp of green smoke first clung to the wall, swam away like a spirit snake, and then rushed into the mural in an instant. The prohibition of immortality in the mural painting itself disappeared in a flash, like raindrops falling into the lake, the movement was subtle, but it still made the nearby immortal monk frowned, turned his head to look, but couldn't see the clue, Still not at ease, he confessed to the goddess of the mural, walked against the wind, and came a foot away from the mural, using the unique magic power of the Pima sect, his eyes were pale golden, and his eyes patrolled the entire mural so as not to miss it. Any clues can be checked twice, but no abnormality can be found in the end.

The mural in front of me is one of the only three ancient murals left in the city, and it is an extremely important one of the eight pictures of female officials in the heaven. A wooden sword with the words "Kuai Zai Feng" written in seal script on one side of the sword is respected and ranked second, but its importance still lies in the painting commonly known as "Xian Zhang", which was actually named "Zhan Kan" by the Pima sect. Above the Goddess, that's why the Pima Sect will let a Jindan Earth Immortal who is expected to enter the upper five realms be supervised here.

The middle-aged monk couldn't find the answer, but he still didn't dare to take it lightly. After hesitating for a moment, he looked at the shop next to the picture of the "lightning" goddess in the mural city, and told the young man with the sound of ripples in his heart, telling him to return to the shop immediately. Zongzushan, tell the Patriarch Hall that there is something strange about Goddess Riding a Deer, be sure to invite an old ancestor to come here to supervise.

Although the young man went down the mountain to help his childhood sweetheart girl in business, he was not very enlightened, but when he encountered a major event, he was in a very stable state of mind. He said goodbye to the girl, and after walking out of the shop, he looked solemn, pinched his fingers, stomped his feet lightly, and immediately a The land under the jurisdiction of the Pima Sect broke through the ground, and it turned out to be a graceful girl with cardamom. I saw her with her arms raised high, holding an ancient sword without a scabbard with awe-inspiring sword spirit, but from the depths of the Pima Sect In the underground palace at the root of the mountain, when Tuojian appeared, he respectfully handed out the ancient sword that had to be sharpened underground all year round. This pretty "land lady" had used her blindness, and no one could see it under the earth fairy.

The young man thanked him, put his fingers together, and lightly wiped it, the ancient sword trembled, and flew away. The young man stepped on the sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the top of the mural city, and it rushed in a nearly straight line, and was swept away by the landscape formation. The thick layer of soil that was blessed did not hinder the young man Yujian, one person with one sword, soaring into the sky, breaking through the sea of ​​clouds like a "white jade belt" of the ancestral mountain of the hemp sect, and rushed to the Patriarch Hall.

The middle-aged monk fell back to the ground, stroking his beard and smiling. Although this little nephew is not in the same branch as him in the ancestral hall, everyone in the sect respects and likes him.

There are many rigid rules in the Pi Ma Sect. For example, except for a few people, the rest of the monks must start hiking at the Hanging Sword Pavilion halfway up the mountain. Even if your sky is about to fall, you must walk obediently.And this young man who had obtained the half-immortal weapon and secretly recognized its master since childhood was one of the exceptions.It is not impossible for middle-aged monks to send a message back to the ancestral hall with flying swords, but there are many inside stories here, even young people are unaware of it. This is also the mystery of the cultivation on the mountain. Seemingly knowing it, the opportunity that might have been obtained also ran away.

So it's better to let the young man report the matter and let him bear more karma. It may not be a sure thing, but at least it is not a bad thing.

Although the Pima Sect is very generous and does not mind others taking away the blessings of the eight goddess pictures, but since the Pima Sect was founded, the young man is the most hopeful to seize the opportunity of the mural city by himself. When Zong was building the great array of mountains and rivers, he broke ground and mobilized hundreds of puppet fighters, as well as dozens of mountain-moving apes and mountain dogs, and almost turned the mural city down a dozen miles, turning it upside down. , and so many great monks who left their names on the ancestral tree of the Pima Sect, failed to find the ancient sword left by the originator of the mountain, and this half-immortal soldier is said to be inextricably linked to the deer-riding goddess Therefore, the Pi Mazong wanted to fight for the opportunity of this mural, and God would take the blame instead of accepting it.

The young man was above the sea of ​​clouds, and Yu Jian went straight to the Patriarch Hall.

The three patriarchs of the Pima Sect, one in retreat and one in Guishen Valley, continue to expand their territory.

The only ancestor who was in charge of sitting on the top of the hill stood at the gate of the Patriarch Hall, and asked with a smile: "Lanxi, it's so hot, it's because of the mural painting city's fault."

The sword-wielding boy repeated what Senior Brother Jin Dan had said.

The old patriarch frowned, "It's the picture of a goddess riding a deer."

The young man nodded.

The old patriarch grabbed the young man's shoulders, the mountains and rivers shrank, and he came to the mural city in an instant, first sent the young man to the shop, and then came to the picture scroll alone, the old man looked dignified.

Only then did the middle-aged Jindan monk realize that the situation was serious, beyond imagination.

The old patriarch sneered: "Good guy, you can break the double restrictions of the two families silently and break into the secret realm."

The face of the middle-aged monk changed slightly.

The old man waved his hand, "Be careful, it's a trick to turn the tiger away from the mountain. You don't have to be too nervous when you go to Lanxi to protect it. After all, it's your own territory. I have to go back to the Patriarch's Hall again. According to the rules, burn incense and knock on the door."

The middle-aged monk nodded and went to the shop.

over there.

The girl quietly asked, "What's going on?"

The boy smiled and said, "I ran to the Patriarch Hall."

The middle-aged monk walked into the shop, and the young man asked suspiciously, "Senior Brother Yang, why are you here?"

The middle-aged monk smiled and said, "Just take a look."

The young man in front of me, although he is only in the Dongfu realm, is his junior brother named Pang Lanxi. Lanxi is the embryo of a sword fairy that has never appeared in the Pima Sect. He is also the founding disciple of one of the three ancestors of the Pima Sect. The ancestor of Yupu, who was ten years old, once swore in the ancestral hall that he would only accept one disciple in his life, so it should have been a gratifying event for the ancestor to accept Pang Lanxi, who was still a young child, as his descendant. But the ancestor told the Pima sect not to say anything, and only said a word that was very in line with the ancestor's temper: don't worry, wait for my apprentice to enter the golden core and then entertain all parties, anyway, it won't take a few years.

The middle-aged monk looked at the carefree Pang Lanxi, and smiled wryly in his heart, junior brother, this is a critical period for your avenue.

In a secret realm like a fairy palace, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared, staggered, shook his sleeves, and said with a smile: "Finally, my wish has come true. I can come here to see the peerless demeanor of the fairy sisters."

He called softly, "Hey, is anyone there?"

He walked slowly, looked around, admiring the scenery of the fairyland, suddenly raised his hand, covered his eyes, and muttered: "This is the boudoir of the fairy sisters, I don't want to see what I shouldn't see."

To the north of Skeleton Beach, a young female crown left the Zongmen Mountain, which had just taken shape. As the youngest celestial lord in the history of Luzhou in Beiju, she drove a celestial ferry gifted by senior brother Tianjun alone, and headed south quickly. , as a fairy family's most precious Liuxia boat, its speed is even faster than that of a cross-continental ferry, and it can actually be directly in the middle of two clouds that are thousands of miles apart, like a monk shrinking the ground to an inch, flashing past without a sound.

As for the shop run by the young swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and the local garrison monks on the border of the Ghost Valley on the Bone Beach, they bought a thick book explaining the precautions of the Ghost Valley. The book details many taboos and dangerous places. He sat by the side basking in the sun, slowly turning the pages of the book, not in a hurry to pay a toll, and then entered the ghost valley to practice, sharpening his knife and chopping firewood by mistake.

It was a warm winter, and the young man looked up at the sky. There was no cloud in the sky, and the weather was really nice.