The Master Huiyuan was the great grandmaster of the Tonghua Temple. He had a profound understanding of the Buddhist methods and an extraordinary Cultivation state.
The elder of Kunlun, Chen Wen, was a powerful swordsman in the lower state of the Broken Sea, but he was killed by Jing Jiu with one strike. Jing Jiu didn't even fear the cloud boat of the Zhongzhou School.
Yet, he sensed a strong sense of danger at the moment.
It had something to do with the distance. The cloud boat of the Zhongzhou School was in the high sky close to the Empty Realm, but Jing Jiu was in front of him at the moment.
Didn't the swordsmen of Aoyama usually keep a distance from their opponents?
His gaze fell on Jing Jiu's hand.
That hand was as white as a jade, without a single flaw, like a work of art. But it was dreadful, as if there were countless bolts of lightning in it.
"It looks like I can't hold back."
The Master Huiyuan said to Jing Jiu, "Sorry."
The green lamp illuminated his figure, which merged with the Buddha statue. His energy became more profound.
Countless prayer beads drifted up from the shadows of the lamp, from the cracks of the bricks, and from the beams and pillars, forming a dense cluster of stars that occupied all the space in the hall.
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The Jia Clan was involved in the trade of ores. Besides the local officials of Yizhou, they had the support of the important figures in Zhaoge City, so they were successful in their business endeavors. In a few decades, Jia Sheng had become a famous rich man in Yizhou City. Though he was far from being qualified to be compared with those large clans supported by the Cultivation sects, he was still quite famous.
As the New Year's Day approached, the Jia Clan invited some familiar officials and businessmen to a banquet. They were having a good time in the front yard, discussing the important event the next day.
Countless delicacies were brought to the front yard like flowing water. The courtyard was as warm as spring, devoid of the winter atmosphere. Instead, it was filled with the taste of luxury and enjoyment.
The Pinggu Temple was the family temple of the Jia Clan. It was a distance away from the garden of the Jia Manor, separated by a stream and half a mountain.
Ah Da crouched on the courtyard wall of the Pinggu Temple, looking at the bustling scene in the distance. There was no envy in his eyes, only indifference. One could even find a hint of vicissitude in his eyes if one looked deeper. He had seen too much prosperity in the mortal world, so he didn't care about this little bit of luxury.
The sound of firecrackers came from somewhere. Ada looked back into the temple.
There were seven or eight monks piled up on top of each other under the courtyard wall; they had already fainted a long time ago. At the very top was the young monk.
Looking at the rear hall, its eyes revealed a worried expression.
Jing Jiu was no match for Monk Huiyuan. The difference in their realms was too obvious, but Jing Jiu insisted on testing his sword, so Jing Jiu had no choice.
Fortunately, Jing Jiu would not die so easily. If something big happened later, it would naturally help.
Rumble!
At this moment, a muffled clap of thunder suddenly exploded in the deep winter sky.
Ah Da's pupils constricted slightly. His white hair stood on end subconsciously.
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Thunder in the middle of winter was an extremely rare occurrence, not to mention that there was not a single cloud floating in the blue sky today.
In the Jia residence, the officials and merchants who were drinking and chatting were startled. They looked toward the sky, wondering what had happened.
"There's actually thunder. Is it going to rain?" a manager said subconsciously.
Jia Sheng shot the steward a cold glance and was just about to reprimand a few words when suddenly, an even more terrifying thunderclap exploded!
Then, innumerable claps of thunder were heard one after another!
The wind was howling, the pillars were creaking, the earth was shaking, and smoke and dust were everywhere. A thin screen wall directly collapsed.
"The earthquake! It's the earthquake! "
"Run!"
"Go and help the old lady!"
"Pinggu! The Pinggu Temple has collapsed! "
The Jia residence was filled with cries of fear.
The officials and merchants could not keep calm anymore. They crawled under the tables as fast as they could.
The maids and servants were crying and running around. The sunlight was blocked by the smoke and dust. Chaos and darkness were everywhere.
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The Pinggu Temple had really collapsed.
The three halls and the monks' houses had all turned into ruins.
The courtyard wall had also turned into a piled up line.
Ada was a little surprised. He turned into a flash of white lightning and rushed toward the back of the temple.
The back hall had disappeared without a trace. The pillars, statues, lamps, and walls had all turned into wood shavings, gravel, gold, and red bricks.
On the messy ground, there were many more tiny fragments that were hard to be seen by the naked eye. Those were the fragments of prayer beads, which were made of pure gold and elixir stones. At this time, they had all turned into golden-red powder and mixed with the red bricks. However, they still emitted the majesty and power of Vajra.
Jing Jiu stood in the air and looked at the old monk calmly. As his sleeves fluttered, a faint crackling sound could be heard.
The old monk's body was also covered with golden-red powder. It was unclear whether it was bricks, gold paint, prayer beads, or his Buddha's blood.
His eyes were blind. Blood flowed out from them and wet his white eyebrows. Then, the blood slowly dripped down, just like the vitality in his body.
But he was not dead yet. It seemed that he wanted to say something.
His withered lips moved slightly, and golden words flowed out from his lips. They rose with the wind like leaves growing in the spring breeze.
Seeing this, Ada's pupils constricted slightly. He grew vigilant and was ready to bite off the old monk's head.
Those golden words were Buddhist words. They were similar to the talismans of Yimaozhai, but more dangerous.
What Ada was worried about did not happen. Because the Buddhist words could not come out of his lips, the green leaves could not grow. They were cut off from the roots and fell down.
Countless shapeless sword wills were floating above the ruins of the Pinggu Temple.
They were the sharpest sword wills in the world, even more powerful than the Lone Sword.
Those leaves that seemed to be written with ink words fell into the ruins and splashed into golden powder.
In the end, only the words themselves were left, which was the voice of Master Huiyuan.
"You will never find the real person."
The old monk's white eyebrows that covered his eyes were all soaked with blood. He looked extremely miserable and terrible.
"Even the wrath of thunder cannot last long."
The white eyebrows fell down along with the cold wind, and two streaks of blood spilled down.
He looked at Jing Jiu with his blind eyes. There was a smile on his face, and his expression was full of compassion. It seemed that he had seen through all the truths.
"You came back because the world needs you. You will eventually realize this and obtain true peace."
These were the last words that Master Huiyuan left in this world. They were not a curse but an explanation. They also seemed to be a blessing.
After saying these words, countless bolts of thunder and lightning came out from under his monk robe, making a series of dense sounds.
They were like firecrackers on the New Year Festival.
In the sound of the firecrackers, his body turned into powder and blended with the powder in the ruins.
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The winter wind died down, and the smoke and dust settled. The chaos in the Jia Mansion was finally under control.
Jia Sheng crawled out from under the table with the help of the steward. He hurriedly asked someone to check on the officials.
The damage to the courtyard was not serious. Only a wall fell down, and there were no serious casualties. The few people whose heads were bleeding did not seem to be in danger.
The Pinggu Temple in the back of the mountain had indeed turned into ruins.
Soon, a steward reported that the monks in the temple were still in a coma, but nothing serious had happened to them. But the senior monk who had just taken over the position of the chief monk … had disappeared.
Looking at the ruins, Jia Sheng's pale face was full of bewilderment, wondering what had happened.
Then, he remembered that the Governor would bring his family here to attend the meditation tomorrow; what should he do …
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There was a pile of torn red paper in front of the office of the Governor, and the smell of burning was still lingering in the air.
It seemed that the firecrackers here were not firecrackers but real ones.
A few kids were squatting on the ground, looking for the remaining toys. The crowd of onlookers hadn't dispersed yet.
In a nearby restaurant, Su Ziye was drinking jasmine tea while wearing a mask; no emotion could be detected on his face.
Jing Jiu didn't heed him, and landed in the back garden.
"It's too dangerous … if he had used the Buddhist words at the beginning, it would have been very dangerous."
"And he was right. You can't use the heavenly thunder to blast people every time!"
"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
The white cat kept meowing while crouching on Jing Jiu's shoulder.
Jing Jiu ignored him. He waved his hand to pull out a few bamboo branches and walked toward the study room.
The white cat reached out his hand to play with Jing Jiu's broken earlobe, and said in his spiritual awareness, "Your body is not as strong as you think. You'd better be careful."
Jing Jiu still ignored him and walked into the study room along the stone steps.
It was quiet in the study room. There was no sound of the tip of a pen rubbing against the paper or the grinding of ink.
Zhao Layue and Gu Qing stood in a corner, looking at the desk.
The Governor of Yizhou was sitting in the chair behind the desk, his head slightly tilted, his face pale, and there was no breath. He was already dead.
Jing Jiu shot a glance at Zhuo Rusui.
Zhuo Rusui said innocently, "I used the Inherited Heaven Sword as a formation and controlled every part of his body, including his meridians. I didn't expect that he would find a way to commit suicide."
Jing Jiu didn't say anything. It was meaningless for this Governor to be alive. The people of Bulao Lin were good at killing people and killing themselves without divulging secrets. The Master Huiyuan didn't accept his conditions, which meant that Taiping Zhenren was a being more dreadful than death in the eyes of these people, or in other words, a being more worthy of respect.
"Su Ziye didn't lie to us. The Governor of Yizhou is indeed on Bulao Lin's side. He will go to the Pinggu Temple tomorrow to deliver the second broken piece of the Sun Banner."
Zhao Layue handed a small porcelain bottle to Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu opened the small porcelain bottle and looked at the piece of cloth inside, remaining silent for a while.
The piece of cloth exuded a dark, evil, and scorching energy, which was the unique smell of the Sun Banner.
Back when Jing Jiu and Liu Ci wiped out the Mysterious Dark Sect and killed Wang Xiaoming, the Sun Banner wrapped around Wang Xiaoming's body was naturally broken.
Two pieces of the Sun Banner fell into Su Ziye's hands.
As the former master of the Mysterious Dark Sect, Su Ziye acted faster than the Windy-Broadsword Church and the Magic Army.
They found the Master Huiyuan because they found this Governor through the broken pieces of the Sun Banner in Su Ziye's hands, and then they found the Pinggu Temple.
The first broken piece of the Sun Banner should be in the hands of Taiping Zhenren.
Jing Jiu waved his sleeve, and all the objects in the study room floated up.
The heavy inkstone was drifting like a fallen leaf, and the light picture scroll was suspended in the air. All the objects were rotating slowly, displaying all their details.
Hundreds of books were turning the pages automatically, just like when he discussed the Dao with the Zen Master in the Guocheng Temple last summer.
Gu Qing knew that his Cultivation state was not high enough, so he backed out of the study room. Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui tried their best to read the books for a while, and then closed their eyes as well. The pages of the books were turning too fast, and there were too many details in the writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstone, curtains, and letters, which were as complicated as the sea of stars. They couldn't observe them in detail, and they would suffer internal injuries if they tried.
Looking at the "details" in Silence, Jing Jiu suddenly said, "The ship is on the sea."
Zhuo Rusui was rather sentimental, thinking that Jing Jiu's nonsensical words were indeed breathtaking.
That ship was a godly ship, so it could only be on the sea.
It was like stewing a goose in an iron pot; it could only be in an iron pot.
"The Ice and Wind Sea," Jing Jiu continued.
Hearing this name, Zhao Layue's expression changed slightly, and Zhuo Rusui burped nervously, as if he had just eaten a whole pot of goose stew.
(End of this chapter)
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