There were many Elders in the Lanke Temple. Some were in charge of discipline, and some were in charge of the Zen Temple. When Long Qing had shown his brilliance in the debate, he had been appreciated by one of the Elders. However, there was only one real Elder in this ancient temple. Or rather, there was only one Elder who could let the listener know who he was talking about without any prefixes.
Elder Qishan was the most senior person in the Xuankong Temple, and even in the entire cultivation world. He was older than Quni Madi, and was even older than the West-Hill Hierarch. Other than the special Academy, most people in the world had to greet him as a disciple.
No one knew how old this Bhadanta of the Buddhism Sect was. Some people inferred that he was over a hundred years old from the famous conversation between him and the West-Hill Divine Palace Hierarch. Interestingly, the topic of the famous conversation was that Elder Qishan and the Hierarch Lord guessed the Headmaster's age.
It was rumored in the cultivation world that Elder Qishan was the illegitimate son of the former Chief Preaching Monk of the Xuankong Temple. Of course, no one dared to ask him for confirmation, or even mention it. So the rumors were always rumors.
However, the reason why Elder Qishan was respected by the entire cultivation world was not only because of his seniority or his respectable background, but also because of his noble character.
Decades ago, the south of the mainland encountered a terrible flood. The river roared and overflowed, and the turbid waves submerged countless fertile fields. The dykes of various countries broke one after another, and the water flowed into the Great Lake. The situation was extremely dangerous.
Master Qishan, who was still the abbot of the Lanke Temple, led the monks out of the Wa Mountain with dozens of carriages of food and medicine that had been accumulated over the years. He gave out porridge and medicine along the way, and saved countless victims. Master Qishan became ill from overworking, and was infected with corpse poison when he was dealing with the victims' bodies. He almost died of a serious illness.
The Great Lake, which contained countless rivers, was gradually unable to hold on, especially the dyke in Kangzhou of the South Jin Kingdom. It was on the verge of collapse one night.
Master Qishan was in Kangzhou at that time. Seeing the situation, he did not care about his serious illness. He took off his monk's robe and jumped into the lake. With unimaginable cultivation state and willpower, he stood in front of the collapsing dyke for an entire night.
The next morning, the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom and the West-Hill Divine Palace's Divine Talisman Masters arrived in Kangzhou. The situation eased, and Master Qishan finally walked out of the turbid waves. He fell unconscious as soon as he landed.
The most important thing during that year's flood was that night, the long night when Master Qishan replaced the dyke with his own body. Kangzhou and the South Jin Kingdom's most important farmland behind the Long Dyke were fortunately saved. This meant that the entire South Jin Kingdom and even half of the mainland were saved.
After that night, Master Qishan's name shook the world. Whether it was the willpower he had displayed or the powerful state of his cultivation, everyone was in awe of him.
However, he had also paid a heavy price for this. The amazing power that he had cultivated for decades in the Lanke Temple had been used up. He had been severely injured. Even if he were to cultivate again after he recovered, he would never be able to return to his peak state.
In the legends of the cultivation world, Master Qishan should have been recognized as the most promising Grand Cultivator to break through the Five States before the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai. He might even be able to transcend the mortal world and become a saint. Unfortunately, since then, he had no choice but to stay outside the threshold forever, unable to touch the realm above the mortal world.
The cultivation world and the billions of people in the world remembered Master Qishan's great kindness. Their respect for him did not decrease, but became more sincere. Even decades later, it was still the same.
When Master Lian Sheng of the Kingdom of Song lost his wife, he wrote a mourning essay on a rainy night and began to travel around the world. He came to the Tile Mountain and stayed at the Lanke Temple. When he was sleeping in the back hall, he heard an old monk talking about Buddhism and understood Buddhism.
That old monk was Master Qishan.
A few years later, Lian Sheng returned from the Western Wilderness. He was enlightened by the Xuankong Temple and refused the invitation of the West-Hill Divine Palace. He stroked his hair in front of an old monk and officially entered Buddhism.
That old monk was also Master Qishan.
After that, Lian Sheng lived in seclusion in the back mountain of the Lanke Temple for two years. At that time, his cultivation state had far surpassed that of Master Qishan. However, he respected Master Qishan very much.
During the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival, the Devil's Doctrine massacred the Lanke Temple and killed all the cultivators of the right path. However, they did not hurt the monks in the temple. Now that he thought about it, it must be because of Master Qishan.
Ning Que did not bring Sangsang to the Lanke Temple to attend the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival. He was not here to discuss the Desolate Man's invasion of the south on behalf of the Tang Empire. It had nothing to do with the legend of the Underworld Invasion. He was here to cure his illness. The person he was looking for was Master Qishan.
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The black horse carriage stopped in front of the mountain road. Ning Que looked at the looming temple in the forest and the stone Buddha statue on the stone platform at the back of the Tile Mountain. He thought of Master Qishan and felt a little strange.
He, who had inherited the fragments of consciousness after Lian's death, could clearly feel that the elder of the Lanke Temple who had lived in seclusion for decades was an extraordinary person.
Truly great people naturally had their own unique traits. Ning Que did not know what Master Qishan liked or disliked. Logically speaking, a virtuous predecessor of the Buddhism Sect should be kind and gentle. However, Ning Que still cautiously reminded himself to maintain enough respect and be prepared for it.
How could he keep a low profile? What kind of preparations should he make?
He had made some changes to the black horse carriage. It still looked black, but it had become much dirtier. There was a hint of grease on it and it actually looked like a big black umbrella.
The Big Black Horse was also covered in dirt by him. He even smeared a few large patches of brown tree sap on its body. The Big Black Horse no longer looked as cool as it did in the Wilderness. It looked extremely embarrassed.
This was the preparation Ning Que had made. Anyway, he was prepared to come as miserable as it looked. He had even prepared a handkerchief with ginger juice and a small leather pouch filled with blood. He planned to use the powder from Chenjinji Cosmetics Store to make Sangsang's little face even paler before seeing Master Qishan. After seeing Master Qishan, he would use the handkerchief to make his eyes red and squeeze the blood pouch to pretend to cough up blood. He did not believe that the Bhadanta of the Buddhism Sect could bear to ignore it.
Who would dare to be more miserable than him?
If someone dared to be more miserable than him and Sangsang, he would probably really make that person miserable.
At this moment, a young monk slowly walked up the mountain road.
The monk's face was dark and his expression was calm.
However, when he saw the broken black horse carriage and the big black horse at the entrance of the mountain road, the calmness on his face was immediately shattered into countless pieces of shock and then fell to the ground.
He walked to the front of the horse carriage and looked at Ning Que through the window. He said helplessly, "How can you hide this from my master? My master is not this kind of person. Does he need Mr. Thirteen to spend so much effort? "
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