"Brother Song, why do you look so gloomy?" Zhong Ling saw his gloomy expression and asked with concern.
"Nothing, just thinking of some unhappy things." Song Qingshu grinned.
"The Hui Tribe wants to ally with the Ming Dynasty. It seems that I have to inform Master … Master as soon as possible." Qu Feiyan was stunned after she finished speaking. She had always admired her master, but she did not expect him to give her to another man, although this man did not seem to know. Subconsciously looking at Song QingShu's face, Qu Feiyan blushed a little. In their daily interactions, she could tell that he was not a blockhead, why was he so slow in understanding this matter …
"They won't be able to unite for a while. The most important thing now is to go to the Tantric Buddhism Sect. If I can recover my power and combine my swords with your leader, Zhang Wuji won't be a problem at all," Song Qingshu said in a deep voice.
Hearing this, Qu Feiyan felt very depressed. "Young master, I told you to go to Ningma Temple as soon as possible, but you just had to come to Mount Emei."
"It's just along the way. Mount Emei has a special meaning for me …" Song Qingshu sighed. Without waiting for the two girls to ask, he pulled them down the mountain.
"Brother Song, that woman has disappeared. How can you still take advantage of us?"
"Young master, your hand … please don't put it on my waist."
…
After leaving Mount Emei, the three came to the nearby Ya 'an City. After sufficient preparation, they crossed Mount Erlang to the west, crossed Dadu River, Yalong River, and Jinsha River, and entered Tibet in Batang City. After resting for a day in Mang Kang City, they crossed Lancang River, climbed over the towering Tanweng Mountain Range, and came to Zuogong City near Nu River. With the help of the local residents, they crossed Tanggula Mountain Range, passed Baxu, Bomi, Linzhi, Black Bamboo Gongka, and Dazi, and finally arrived at Ningma Temple.
"Pant! It's so dangerous! The difficulty of Shudao is more difficult than ascending to heaven … Damn it, Li Taibai must not have been here. " The journey had been filled with perils, and he had almost lost his life in snowy mountains and great rivers several times. Even now, Song QingShu still felt a lingering fear when he thought about it.
Zhong Ling's little face was pale. She regretted following them several times. No matter how terrible the blue phoenix was, it was nothing compared to the power of nature.
Qu Fei Yan felt the same way, and finally understood why her master had sent her to escort Song QingShu here. With his body that had lost all of his martial arts, he would definitely have died on the way here, and would definitely not be able to hold on until now. "Master, Li Taibai has probably been here before. According to legend, Li Taibai is three immortals. One is the wine immortal, one is the first, the poet is the second, and the sword immortal is the third. the sword immortal is the third. three immortals. two. two is the third. the sword is the third. the third. the third three. Three. three. and three three three. three three three. the. three three three three three three. three three. of three is.
"Empyrean Fairy?" Song QingShu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed involuntarily. "You believe in that?"
But Qu Feiyan did not laugh. Chapter 183: Repair and Repair (1)
Instead, he said with a serious expression, "At first, I didn't believe it either. But a few years ago, at Blackwood Cliff, my master asked me to sort out the notes of the predecessors of the martial arts world. By chance, I found the records of several predecessors of the martial arts world. All of them swore that they had seen this Mysterious Fairy of Nine Heavens. They lived hundreds of years apart, so it was impossible for them to communicate with each other. But their descriptions of the Mysterious Fairy of Nine Heavens were similar."
"Is there such a strange thing?" Song Qingshu's interest was piqued. Ever since he transmigrated to this world, he, who had always been an atheist, had a little more respect for ghosts and gods. He quickly asked, "What is the Mysterious Lady of the Ninth Heaven like in their records?"
"She holds a green bamboo stick and wears a green dress. Her expression is as innocent and romantic as a young girl's, but her martial arts are terrifying like that of a ghost or god. You should know that all of the predecessors of the martial arts world are the most outstanding masters in the world. To be able to make everyone's heart turn into ashes and give birth to a sense of despair, who else could it be other than a god?" Qu Feiyan could still feel the shock she felt when she saw these notes.
"The Mysterious Fairy of Nine Heavens is too illusory. In my early years, I went deep into Kunlun Mountains several times, but I did not see any Mysterious Fairy of Nine Heavens." A name of Buddha was heard. Jiu Mozhi walked over with a smile.
"We haven't seen each other for a long time. How are you, State Preceptor?" Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, Song Qingshu could not help but feel a sense of familiarity.
"Last time, when I heard Prince Song's words, I was enlightened. After I came back, I concentrated on studying the Dharma and finally dispelled the demon in my body." Jiu Mozhi's divine light was restrained. His martial arts had obviously improved. Looking at Song Qingshu's face, he could not help but worry. "Just now, I heard that Young Master's breathing was not smooth. I thought I was worrying too much. Now that I see it, Young Master's injuries are not small. How did you end up in such a situation?"
"It's a long story." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "In short, I was greedy and practiced two kinds of martial arts, one Yin and one Yang. As a result, a top master's pure Yang zhenqi invaded my body and broke the balance of Yin and Yang in my body. This caused me to lose my inner strength and the risk of my body exploding and dying at any time."
"What kind of master could injure Young Master like this?" Jiu Mozhi was very clear about Song Qingshu's martial arts. Although he was still lacking, there were only a few people in Jianghu who could beat him.
"The Sect Master of the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Wuji." Speaking of this name, Song Qingshu's expression gradually turned cold.
"So it's him." Jiu Mozhi comforted him and then asked, "Young Master is seriously injured, but you traveled thousands of miles to Tubo. Why?"
"The Sect Master Dongfang also examined my injuries. He said that in addition to the Marrow Cleansing Scripture of the Shaolin Temple, only a special method of the Tantric Sect can save my life." Song Qingshu still knew nothing about that method at the moment, so he couldn't help but feel anxious.
"The Marrow Cleansing Scripture of the Shaolin Temple is naturally the best way to balance Yin and Yang. However, for thousands of years, no one has actually seen the Marrow Cleansing Scripture. It's hard to say whether it exists or not." Jiu Mozhi lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said, "As for the Tantric Sect's method … The Sect Master Dongfang has mentioned the name of that method. I'm stupid, I didn't think that the Tantric Sect has something else.
What method can solve the problem in Young Master's body? "
"The Sect Master Dongfang didn't tell me. He only said that I would know when I arrived here." Song Qingshu spread his hands helplessly.
"Eh?" Jiu Mozhi once again went through the martial arts books of the Tantric Sect in his mind. He was a rare genius of the Tantric Sect and knew the martial arts of the Central Plains. Naturally, he knew the martial arts of his own sect like the back of his hand. Finally, a name that was almost forgotten came into his mind, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
"Have you figured it out, State Preceptor?" Seeing his expression, Song Qingshu asked joyfully.
"I think I know what the method is that the Sect Master Dongfang is talking about, but it's not convenient for me to say it. Let's wait for Young Master to arrive at the Ningma Temple." Jiu Mozhi smiled.
"What the hell are you people doing?" Song Qingshu suddenly felt depressed. "The Sect Master is like this, and so are you, State Preceptor."
Jiu Mozhi smiled without saying anything. Looking at the two girls beside Song Qingshu, his smile became wider. "Since the last time we met, although Young Master's martial arts are not as good as before, your luck with women seems to have improved. I admire you very much."
Song Qingshu teased, "State Preceptor, you are a monk. If you are so obsessed with women, Buddha will blame you."
Jiu Mozhi smiled slightly. "State Preceptor, this is what the Zen Sect of the Central Plains says. I practice the Mahavairocana Sutra and the Vajra Top Sutra of the Tantric Sect, so I don't have any concerns."
"State Preceptor, you are a master of Buddhism. I really shouldn't show off in front of an expert. I hope that you can introduce me to the Ningma Temple." Song Qingshu knew that he was a dabbler, but he was not in the mood to sit and talk with Jiu Mozhi, so he wisely stopped the topic.
"Please follow me." Jiu Mozhi led the three to the gate of the temple.
Unlike the temples of the Central Plains, the layout of the Tantric Sect temples was slightly cramped, but the appearance was more magnificent. When they reached the gate of the temple, Zhong Ling and Qu Feiyan both stopped.
"Why did you two stop?" Jiu Mozhi stopped and looked at the two in confusion.
"Don't temples usually reject female guests?" Zhong Ling thought of the many Buddhist temples in Dali. Every time she wanted to go there, she was stopped by those stinky monks …
Qu Feiyan nodded. She had been in Jianghu for many years, so she naturally knew that Shaolin Temple and other places did not allow female guests to enter.
Jiu Mozhi understood and suddenly laughed. "We, the Tantric Sect, do not have those stupid rules. You two should come in together. Later, Prince Song may need your help with his injuries."
"We can help too?" Zhong Ling knew that her martial arts were not up to standard in Jianghu. She did not believe that she could help Song Qingshu with his internal injuries.
Qu Feiyan also thought the same. She was sure that even her master, who was so skilled in martial arts, could not help. How could she help?
"Of course!" Jiu Mozhi didn't want to say more. He brought the three of them to a quiet room and said, "Mister Song, please wait for a moment. I'll finish reading the 183 chapters.
I will tell the elders of the temple about your situation. "
"Thank you, State Preceptor." Song QingShu returned the greeting, feeling uneasy in his heart. His heart was too big and contained too many things. However, if he lost his martial arts, all of this would be for naught. Naturally, he was worried about personal gains and losses.
Song Qingshu and the other two waited in boredom for about one and a half hours. Jiu Mozhi walked in with a strange look on his face. He startled Song Qingshu as soon as he opened his mouth. "Prince Song, Master Lotus wants to see you."
"Master Lotus?" Song Qingshu immediately lost his composure. "Isn't it the Master Lotus who has been in seclusion for decades or centuries? I don't know which generation he is, State Preceptor?"
"That's right!" Jiu Mozhi sighed. "Young Master, you are really lucky to be able to meet Master Lotus as soon as you arrived. I have only seen him once or twice in the past decades."
"Do I also have the luck of a protagonist?"
Song Qingshu followed Jiu Mozhi around the temple with a strange look on his face. When they came to a secluded courtyard, Jiu Mozhi made a gesture of invitation. "Prince Song, Master Lotus is inside. I will not go in."
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