For some reason, there was no one guarding the Green Lotus Lamp in the building. Hsu Fengnian couldn't care less about this. He found a few fire folds in front of a small niche at the top of the stairs. After lighting them up, he glided backward along the corridor like a fish. Wherever he went, the longevity lamps would light up one after another. The ground floor was once again as bright as day. Hsu Fengnian hurriedly climbed up the stairs and lit up the second fire fold. He retreated so that he wouldn't extinguish the fire. Intentionally or unintentionally, Hsu Fengnian's mind was as clear as a lotus pond. After one round, he climbed up the third and fourth floors. As the main culprit, the devil Luo Yang did not feel guilty at all. From the beginning to the end, he watched coldly from the sidelines. She was no longer the empress of Huang Baozhuang, whose name was Mountain Gradually Green. She did not hide her purple eyes, which overflowed with evil intent. Hsu Fengnian lit up three thousand and eighty-nine longevity lamps. He stopped and looked up at the sitting Buddha. Humans saw everything as ants, but Buddhas saw all living things as equals. Burning incense and praying to Buddha, cramming at the Buddha's feet at the last minute, could he really get anything? Would the Bodhisattvas be tired of it?
Hsu Fengnian collected his thoughts and laughed at himself. He was about to go downstairs when the next scene caught him off guard. The devil in white stood in front of the Buddha's feet. She clenched her fist and the flames of nearly four thousand longevity lamps were pulled by her Qi. They instantly left the green lamp bases and flew toward the sitting Buddha. They hovered a few feet away from the stone Buddha's body. The Buddha's body was originally covered with gold powder. Under the illumination of the lamps, it shone brightly, as if the real Buddha had come to the world. What a Buddha's Aura!
Luo Yang flicked her finger. More than four thousand lanterns rushed to the top of the nine-story building and exploded near the Buddha's head. Thousands of meteors fell. Hsu Fengnian was annoyed, but he could only jump over the railing and fly through the air. He kept waving his sleeves to catch as many sparks as he could. He rolled up his sleeves and threw some sparks back into the green lamp bases. The longevity lamps were reignited one by one. However, his strength was not enough. He only managed to light seven or eight hundred lamps. After he landed, he went to the small niche and picked up a piece of kindling. He looked at the devil, who turned around with her hands clasped behind her back and looked out of the door. Only then did Hsu Fengnian feel relieved. He slowly went downstairs and stood beside Luo Yang. She did not beat around the bush and said straightforwardly, "The Zhong Family is good at robbing tombs. During the chaos of the Spring and Autumn War, they obtained a bamboo slip from the tomb of King Qian of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Eight hundred years ago, the Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty was buried in the territory of Xihe Province. Lu Gui was proficient in geomancy and geography, so the two families joined hands to open the tomb and steal the treasure. I have no interest in the relics of the Emperor Qin, but I don't like Zhong Liang. Whatever he wants to do, I will not let him do it."
Hsu Fengnian frowned and said, "With your great divine ability as the fourth most powerful person in the world, wouldn't it be fine if you directly killed Zhong Liang? No matter how powerful Zhong Liang is, can he compare to Đồng Thái and Hong Jingyan? "
Luo Yang's tone was ice-cold. "Is it that simple?"
Hsu Fengnian was speechless. You are the great demon who has single-handedly killed the most people in the world. Back in the day, you roamed through the eight prefectures of Beimang, killing everyone you saw. You killed several thousand people in a spurt of energy, and only stopped when you were stopped by Tuoba in Beimang's imperial city. You could be considered a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, so how could you be so modest and modest now? However, Hsu Fengnian did not say this out loud. Facing the blind zither player Xue Songguan was enough for him to risk his life, but facing Luo Yang, even ten lives would not be enough for her to kill. Hsu Fengnian also did not dare to treat her as a woman. When they first met in the Chess and Sword Music School, with his outstanding memory, he clearly remembered her appearance and figure. When he saw her again in Dunhuang, he only felt that her face was blurry. It was not simply because Luo Yang's imposing manner made it difficult to distinguish whether she was a man or a woman, but rather because he felt that something was not right. If he wanted to get to the bottom of it, this might be the first time in his life that Hsu Fengnian was so afraid of a woman.
Luo Yang said calmly, "I've been waiting for you here for two days."
Hsu Fengnian's face was full of doubt. Luo Yang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Do you know where the mausoleum of the Great Qin Dynasty's Emperor is hidden?"
Hsu Fengnian held back the sarcastic sarcasm that almost slipped out of his mouth. He grinned and said, "If I knew, I would have taken a hoe to dig up treasures in the grave long ago."
Luo Yang walked towards a tall Sutra Depository with a plaque hanging from it that read "Buddha Comes, Buddha Goes". Hsu Fengnian asked, "Why don't I see the monks of the Thunder Rumbling Temple?"
Luo Yang said lightly, "Before you entered the temple, I was resting on the palm of the Buddha statue. I thought that they were chanting sutras and doing their homework on the wooden fish, so I killed them all."
Hsu Fengnian walked out of the building, and his restrained Qi poured out in torrents. The mirage of the Great Yellow Courtyard was lofty, and the sleeves of his long gown fluttered in the wind. Unfortunately, as the saying goes, "Virtue is one foot tall, and the devil is ten feet tall." Under Luo Yang's suppression, Hsu Fengnian not only restrained his Qi, but also a mouthful of blood surged up his throat. At this moment, Hsu Fengnian saw monks coming out of the Hall of Great Strength in a line. The way they wore their yellow kasayas was slightly different from the ones in the Central Plains. They looked serene, and when they saw Luo Yang and himself from a distance, they only took them as pilgrims from a wealthy family. Some monks with lower cultivation just glanced at the white-robed Luo Yang a few more times, but did not pay much attention to them. Only then did Hsu Fengnian realize that the female devil was playing a joke on him. She played him like a monkey, and he did not know whether to laugh or cry. After swallowing the mouthful of blood, Luo Yang's words added insult to injury. "How did you enter the Vajra Realm with your intellect? I think you just relied on your background as the Heir of Beiliang and the Fated Chance due to your identity. You are petty and have no foresight at all. What a waste of Đồng Thái's gift. "
Hsu Fengnian did not refute. He comforted himself with the flimsy reason that a good man would not fight with a woman, and at the same time criticized her in his heart. Luo Yang was able to read people's minds. She sneered and said, "You must be comparing me with Li Chungang. You think I'm making fun of your intellect and that it's just the pot calling the kettle black. But in fact, not only am I in the first three realms of the First Pin, I have also stepped into the Vajra Finger and Mysterious Celestial Phenomenon earlier than Li Chungang. Even the Earth Immortal Realm is no exception. "
Hsu Fengnian said in a low voice without any sincerity, "Yes, yes, yes. Your martial arts are matchless. Tomorrow, you will beat Tuoba until he runs away like a rat. The day after tomorrow, you will be beaten by Wang Xianzhi into a coward. On the third day, you will be able to treat the Heavenly Tribulation as nothing.
Then, Hsu Fengnian flew into the Sutra Depository. He was attacked by Luo Yang. She hit his back with her palm, and the Mirage collapsed. Firstly, Hsu Fengnian did not dare to dodge. Secondly, he wanted to estimate Luo Yang's strength. Only Hsu Fengnian, who was sitting on the stone floor of the Pavilion, knew how painful it was. He wiped away the scarlet blood that seeped out of the corner of his mouth and cultivated a sword amidst the pain. After the temperamental Luo Yang entered the Pavilion, she did not even look at Hsu Fengnian and went straight to the top floor. Although it was the Sutra Depository in name, it was actually a six-story Stele Pagoda. The wooden stairs spiraled upwards. Luo Yang came to the top floor and looked up at the Spring of Joy. On the top wall of the Pagoda, there were many poems of scholars and poets who enjoyed the scenery. Because the latecomers did not follow the rules, the words were overlapping and changed beyond recognition. Hsu Fengnian looked around in boredom. He did not see many poems with good charm. They were all the kind that groaned for no reason. However, there were some small songs and sentences that were interesting. For example, the spring breeze in Jiangnan, the sound of the orioles on the ancient trees, and so on. He memorized them one by one in his mind. He wanted to plagiarize them and present them to his Second Sister, who was known as the best in the literary world.
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