Chapter 229: Small Leiyin Temple
The long-lost Zhenwu Xuantian Sword Technique and Shenxiao Thunder are once again integrated.
Suddenly, a ray of incandescent lightning appeared on the originally red magic sword. The lightning was like a miniature blue dragon swimming above the magic sword.
"Sizzle..."
The terrifying sound of thunder and lightning rang out above the sword edge.
The Zhenwu sword was equipped with divine thunder, and Jiang Lin slashed it down without hesitation!
The Dharma image of True Lord Sanmao would naturally not sit still and wait for death. He made a strange hand seal with his golden arm, and then sticky gray energy surged, transforming into a sword that seemed to be condensed from gray crystals.
The collision between the gray qi ring knife and the vermilion magic sword occurred in the next moment.
'laugh……'
It was not as evenly matched or stalemate as imagined.
The Zhenwu sword cut the gray crystal-like sword into two halves with overwhelming force!
The cut-off half once again turned into meaningless ashes and dissipated.
However, the scarlet magic sword still had some power left, and it went straight towards the neck of Sanmao Zhenjun's Dharma image along the direction it had cut off the gray-white ring knife!
'clang!!'
The golden arm blocked the scarlet magic sword at the critical moment. It was clearly the contact between gold and the wooden sword, but it made a crisp sound of metal clashing!
The Zhenwu sword cut almost half way into the golden arm, but was finally blocked by the Sanmao Zhenjun's Dharma image!
The next moment, the golden arm of Sanmao Zhenjun's Dharma image began to wriggle, and then suddenly solidified, actually sealing the Zhenwu magic sword within his golden arm!
After Jiang Lin's powerful sword cut off the gray-white sword of Sanmao Zhenjun's Dharma image, it became a hindrance to Jiang Lin himself. It was almost impossible for him to draw the sword.
'laugh……'
Sanmao Zhenjun Fashang naturally would not miss such a good opportunity. He filled his other empty arm with strange and sticky gray energy. Without any magical powers, he just punched forward with great force!
He had seen it the moment they started fighting. Although the Taoist in green before him might have amazing magic and Taoism skills, he did not have much cultivation in his physical body.
And the opponent actually chose close combat as soon as the fight started, which was exactly what He wanted!
After all, he was young and thought he could suppress Him firmly. Although if they were to fight from a distance, his idea would certainly not be a match for the other party.
But if it’s a close combat, it’s still unclear who will win!
Master Sanmao was thinking this as he saw the fist mark about to land on the Taoist's temple.
But the next moment he discovered that facing this punch that could almost take half of his life, the Taoist in green did not dodge or evade!
A bad premonition emerged in the heart of Sanmao Zhenjun Fashang.
'laugh……'
At this moment, accompanied by a crisp crackling sound, Master Sanmao found that his fist had gone soft.
No, the entire golden body softened!
It's like half-dried mud, slowly melting and collapsing, like a snowflake in a furnace.
Strands of lightning covered His golden body at some point in time. The scorching and violent thunder was the culprit that caused His golden body to melt!
The Dharma image of Sanmao Zhenjun couldn't help but look at his arm and the scarlet magic sword locked in his arm.
At this moment, the magic sword was no longer scarlet in color, but had turned into a completely incandescent color.
Or to be more precise, the entire magic sword is interwoven with a layer of violent and cruel thunder!
He had already left a backup plan!
Close combat is not your opportunity, but a flaw deliberately left by the opponent!
Sanmao Zhenjunfa's heart was filled with alarm bells. His punch, which was almost full of strength, was melted into a pool of golden mud before it even touched the opponent under the erosion of thunder!
"Sure enough, a thought and a golden body, that's all the power."
Jiang Lin finally raised his eyes, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes that were shining with purple-gold divine light.
From the very beginning, he had been forcing Master Sanmao to use more methods to find out more about the truth.
But now it seems that Jiang Lin is a little disappointed. After all, this is just a golden body that was animated by a thought, even if it has a closer causal relationship with its original body.
But that's about it.
Looking at the golden body that was slowly melting in front of him, Jiang Lin once again activated the Divine Thunder attached to the Zhenwu Sword.
'laugh! ’
Along with the flash of thunder, the golden body of Sanmao Zhenjun completely turned into a puddle of mud.
In the golden mud, a sticky gray gas was slowly wriggling.
However, the next moment, this ball of gray energy seemed to turn into a residual image, twisting like a snake, and was about to escape.
But before he could escape far, he was stabbed to the ground by Jiang Lin's Zhenwu sword.
Picking up the ball of gray energy between reality and illusion on the tip of the sword, Jiang Lin looked over with his eyes that shone with purple-gold divine light.
"Um……"
Sure enough, the gray qi that had descended and merged with thoughts was somewhat different from the previous ones.
More agile, more solid, and a little weird, like the feeling of being "alive".
The thoughts of Master Sanmao were still in this gray energy and did not disappear along with the disappearance of his golden body.
Of course, this is also the reason why Jiang Lin did not kill him. He needed such a relatively unique gray qi to find out more things.
This was the first time Jiang Lin came into contact with the existence of Master Sanmao.
We have to do some "small experiments" in order to better deal with the true form of Master Sanmao.
"Dharma Master."
Feng Lixiao came out sensibly, half-knelt in front of Jiang Lin, raised his hands, and said, "I will not let you down."
Jiang Lin didn't say anything, but just put the ball of gray energy carrying the thoughts of Sanmao Zhenjun into Feng Lixiao's hand.
When it comes to analyzing the origins of evil things, Liudongtianmo is more professional.
"Brother Dao, come quickly."
At this time, Jiang Lin heard Miaoqing's voice transmission in his ears. It seemed that during the time he had been staying in Sanfa Temple, the battle outside had been settled by Miaoqing.
Although Miaoqing is a little off-line and careless, she is really strong. Unlike Jiang Lin, who was just a "monk from birth" and did not spend much time practicing.
This girl has been practicing for more than ten years. Almost since she was a baby, she has begun to use an almost instinctive method to move true Qi and collect medicine from the human body.
The Three Emperors Method is also a method of cultivating both the body and the soul, and its magical power is no less than that of the Beidi Method and the Tianpeng Method.
Under the care of an immortal master and the generous support of resources from Sanyuan Palace, Miaoqing's strength has almost reached the threshold of "Daoye Realm" after some travels.
Even if it is those Taoist priests in their fifties or sixties who are from legitimate sects and have great skills, it is questionable whether they can be Miaoqing's opponent if a fight really comes.
As for those evil cultivators outside, they are really not a big deal for Miaoqing.
Jiang Lin was not surprised and walked out of Sanfa Temple.
Miaoqing was standing on the open space in front of the Sanfa Temple. Actually, this place was not originally an empty space, but the fight just now successfully turned it into a blank space.
Behind Miaoqing were a dozen monks supporting each other. Most of them were safe and sound, but each of them was injured and exhausted.
"Brother Tao."
When Miaoqing saw Jiang Lin coming out, she stood on tiptoe and waved to greet him. This girl was really full of energy. The three seals of the Three Emperors' Law were really effective in dealing with evil ways and demons, and they were simply ineffective.
"Namo Amitabha."
Just when Jiang Lin walked up to Miaoqing, the oldest monk among the dozen or so monks stepped out from the crowd, came in front of Jiang Lin, and saluted with his hands clasped together.
The monk's face was full of wrinkles and fatigue, making his face, which originally looked like he was in his thirties, look even older and haggard, as if he was in his forties or fifties.
Obviously, this monk had put in his best effort in the fight just now.
"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."
Jiang Lin bowed in return and at the same time felt emotional. This was the first time he heard a proper proclamation since arriving in the small Leiyin Kingdom.
"I am Wujiu from Xiao Leiyin Temple. I am honored to meet you, Taoist priest. May I ask your Dharma name?" The monk who called himself Wujiu bowed and said, "I would also like to thank you two Taoist priests for your help. Otherwise, I am afraid that I would have died at the hands of the evil sect today, and my soul would not be able to escape."
"Thank you for your courtesy, Master."
Jiang Lin nodded and asked in confusion: "You just mentioned... Little Leiyin Temple?"
"As far as I know, the so-called Little Leiyin Temple was not fabricated by the yellow-browed boy under the seat of the Eastern Buddha to hinder Tang Monk's journey to the West..."
"Demon barrier, right?"
Wu Gou picked up Jiang Lin's words and said with a smile: "If you don't mind, Taoist priest, why don't you let me explain it in detail?"
"nature."
Jiang Lin nodded. He was very curious about this.
The name of Xiao Leiyin Kingdom already surprised Jiang Lin. Apparently, a Xiao Leiyin Temple that should have been destroyed had appeared there, and there were also evil cultivators everywhere in this area.
It really made Jiang Lin more dazzled.
The water in this area seems to be deeper than I imagined.
"Taoist Master, please."
Wuqiu looked around, chose the only remaining big tree, sat down cross-legged in the shade, and pointed to the opposite side.
Jiang Lin also sat down, followed by Miao Qing who was equally curious.
The other dozen or so monks took advantage of this time to meditate and heal their wounds.
"Master... it seems that you are not a cultivator from the human world?"
Wuqiu spoke, but asked Jiang Lin a question.
Jiang Lin smiled but did not answer. Wu Gou nodded in understanding and said, "I guess the Taoist priest has also seen through our background."
At this point, Wuqiu paused, and said with a bit of bitterness on his lips: "We are all descendants of the immortals in heaven, or we can say that we are the descendants of the immortals who were banished to the human world."
"Don't be afraid of being laughed at by the Taoist priest. Although our ancestors are not the same person, all of our ancestors have some resentment for being exiled."
Jiang Lin's expression changed when he heard this, and he asked, "Why were the ancestors of Master and others banished here? This is not a good place."
"This... I don't know. I only know that our ancestors were all exiled because of the same thing."
Wuque shook his head slowly.
So, this is a working group that failed to do their job well, and after being collectively exiled, they gathered together for warmth, and by the way, secretly cursed the superiors in heaven and complained about their unfair handling of the matter?
What kind of loser team is this...
Jiang Lin was thinking something strange.
Wuqiu's voice sounded again: "So, our ancestors left a will, teaching us that we can't practice Taoism, and they even found a way to make us become disciples of Buddhism."
Well… a little extreme, but not much.
He probably had some ideas like "my younger generations will have some extremely talented people who can practice Buddhism and learn the ways of the Tao, making the officials in heaven regret it deeply."
Or something like “If I can’t stay here, I’ll find another place that will stay.”
This is normal for a banished immortal who holds resentment.
Jiang Lin nodded and motioned Wuqiu to continue.
"As time went on, the years went by, and there were now several hundred of us, all of us Buddhists."
"And the ancestor we worship is none other than the Yellow Eyebrow Venerable who sits under the seat of the Eastern Buddha."
Jiang Lin widened his eyes slightly when he heard this.
Has the Yellow-browed Boy from back then become the Yellow-browed Venerable?
It is normal if you think about it carefully. After all, everyone has a general idea of what the journey to the West is all about.
And if Huang Mei had not received the instruction from the Buddha from the East, he would have been simply treating the gods of the three realms as fools.
He has made contributions and is capable. He has also done "dirty work" for the leader, and while he completed it successfully, he also suffered a lot. After all, that person's stick is not so easy to deal with.
Adding all this together, and after several hundred years, it really wasn't a big problem to give him a venerable title.
"With so many people, it would not do without a name, so the Yellow Eyebrow Patriarch reported to the Buddha, and the Eastern Buddha issued a decree, allowing the Patriarch to rebuild the Little Leiyin Temple as a place for our disciples. In addition, because of our ancestors, we are allowed to practice Happy Zen to continue the tradition for future generations."
"But our backgrounds are a little... hard to explain."
Wuqiu's voice was a little bitter when he said this, and he continued: "So, although there is a small Leiyin Temple for us to live in, before that, this land was already restless."
"Those evil cultivators appeared long before the Battle of Victory Buddha destroyed the Little Leiyin Temple. Not only are they deeply rooted here, they have even created a Little Leiyin Country."
"The Yellow Eyebrow Patriarch gave us a decree, ordering us to clear out the evil cultivators from this place and restore peace to the people of the Little Leiyin Kingdom."
"But we are still small and powerless. After several generations of efforts, we are still... Alas..."
Wuqiu sighed and said, "If it weren't for the protection of the ancestor Buddha's light in the Little Leiyin Temple, I'm afraid it would have been destroyed by the evil cultivators here long ago."
"This time, if the two Taoist priests hadn't helped us, we would have been in great danger. We are so ashamed of our ancestors..."
Jiang Lin listened carefully and asked softly, "Has your Yellow Eyebrow Patriarch ever thought of clearing out the evil cultivators here himself?"
If a Buddhist master takes action, the evil cultivators here will really not be a big deal.
"Ugh……"
Hearing this, Wuqiu's expression became even more bitter.
"Master, I just said that we are not only descendants of the gods, but we are also practicing Joy Zen. In order to continue our bloodline, we have violated some Buddhist precepts. Even though we have the face of Joy Zen to cover it up, in the end..."
Perhaps because he remembered Jiang Lin's life-saving grace, or perhaps he wanted to win over Jiang Lin to help him deal with the evil cultivators here, so the Immaculate Monk did not hide anything when he spoke.
"In short, the Grandmaster doesn't like our lineage..."
"so……"
When Wuqiu said this, Jiang Lin roughly understood it.
Both the role and the position.
He wanted a lineage of dharma that had been "reformed" from the heavenly beings, but he also didn't want this lineage to have too much influence on himself.
To put it bluntly, one wants to buy horse bones for a fortune, but is reluctant to invest.
Face project.
Jiang Lin finally came to this conclusion.
But no matter what, the existence of these monks from the Small Leiyin Temple provided some convenience to Jiang Lin.
At least the goals of both parties are the same.
Thinking of this, Jiang Lin raised his head.
"Perhaps we can cooperate."
(End of this chapter)
