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"Boy, do you know the ghost clan?" Chen Pingzhi seemed to want to end this heavy topic, and immediately changed the question. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lin Ji just nodded, he had only seen the records and illustrations of the ghost clan in the history books.

"I heard that because the ghost people live in an extremely cold place all the year round, the body hair on the body is very vigorous except for the face, and the complexion is abnormally white, I heard that the blood is blue?" Lin Ji questioned the last sentence, how could there be blue blood in the world.

Chen Pingzhi nodded: "That's right, the blood is blue." But none of that matters. ”

"What I'm going to tell you is the truth of success and defeat. The reason why the ghost clan is called the ghost clan is because they were defeated back then. If they had won, we would have become what they call ghosts. Chen Pingzhi finally got up, patted the robe behind his buttocks, patted off the dust pressed on the robe, and stretched my waist, as if he was very tired, because he had said enough for him to say for a day, of course he would be very tired.

And they were called the Holy Family. ”

The two words of the Holy Clan kept echoing in Lin Ji's ears, and then returned to calm.

Before the lecture began, Lin Ji had been sitting at the door of the small courtyard, stunned, he was thinking about Chen Pingzhi's words in the morning, because the amount of information was too large, Lin Ji couldn't absorb it for a while.

At noon, the sun finally reached its highest point in the sky, and the temperature reached its highest level of the day. Under the loud announcement of Master Zhijing of Putuo Temple, the 121st Lecture Conference finally kicked off in the expectant eyes of the bowl.

Countless people outside the light curtain at the foot of the ancestral Buddha Mountain couldn't hear any sound coming from the light curtain, but when they saw Master Zhijing walking on the golden Buddha platform, they were already jubilant, and the town under the ancestral Buddha Mountain, and even the entire Buddha country seemed to be silent in the jubilant atmosphere of the festival.

Tourists from all over the world, come one after another, the town in front of the ancestral Buddha Mountain is very lively, the only square in the town is crowded, I don't know how many pairs of shoes have been stepped on and trampled on, the Putuo Temple that has long had a clear understanding has already invited the monks of the temple to maintain order, otherwise there is no way to perform in the square at all, and even the ceremony that extends from the venue of the ancestral Buddha up and down can not be carried out.

All the countries sent a viewing group and guests to perform, and the parade of floats triggered bursts of applause, and the official prostitutes from the Han Dynasty entered the Cloud Pavilion, and even sent a stunning dance troupe known for their dance, which easily won the greatest applause and applause.

After that, the abbot of Putuo Temple led the monks to pray for the blessing of the world, and the representatives of various forces walked out of the venue to worship the Buddha step by step and went to the central prayer square on the town square with the monks.

Then there is another old master of Putuo Temple who is more than Zhijing, leading the representatives of the 800 temples of the Buddha country, surrounding the square, setting up the posture of the Buddha, and unfolding the most important part of the lecture conference, the ceremony of sacrificing to the sky, countless people who believe in Buddhism hold the ceremony of the disciples of the Buddha, their eyes do not turn, look at the altar, the scene is extremely serious and solemn.

Lin Ji did not go to the town square, and stayed with Chen Pingzhi at the venue under the ancestral mountain.

Lin Jiwu was looking for a familiar figure in the crowd of departures, but he didn't want to see Ye Yang Shiyi in the corner who greeted him with a hippie smile.

This lively guy didn't go out to join in the fun, thinking that he was restrained by a few old guys who looked quite similar behind him, Lin Ji responded and gave him a sympathetic gesture. But Ye Yang Eleven was glared back by Chen Pingzhi's eyes, and shrank his head in fright.

For ordinary people and tourists, the Lecture Conference is a grand festival, but for the real big people, the Lecture Festival is just a reason and excuse for them to meet, and they just need to use this name to get together and discuss the big things about the next decade.

On the occasion of this grand event, the cultivators and secular forces will sign a non-interference pact and a crusade agreement with the ghost clan for the next ten years.

The ghost clan crusade agreement is a habit that has been passed down over the years, because no one in Putuo Temple has learned the essence of the trapped demon array, so once the ghost clan breaks through the previous big array, the human race will face disaster again, and this agreement is to restrain the forces of all parties, in the face of the possible ghost clan after breaking the formation, you need to immediately put aside the grievances at that time and expel the ghost clan with all your might.

Although this treaty is signed every ten years, it seems that the binding force is not as strong as imagined, but it is just that the things on the surface are carried out in secret, and everyone only tacitly understands it.

The lecture was not preached, and the lively celebration lasted for a whole day and night, but no one found it noisy.

And at noon the next day, the excitement finally stopped.

The Noto meeting hall under the corner of Zufo Mountain finally quieted down, and the bored master and apprentice finally woke up in their sleep and re-entered this venue that was a bit boring for them. Because the next two important agreements of the convention are signed, the absence of those on the list will be considered a great disrespect to the world.

Representatives of ordinary cultivation sects and worldly forces are naturally not qualified to participate, they can only wait on the edge of the venue, discussing a lot, but looking at their expressions, they don't seem to care so much, this is originally a constraint on the superiors, what does it have to do with them.

First of all, Master Zhijing read out the content of the agreement, and then signed it in the name of the organizer, and then the representatives of all parties came to the stage to sign in turn.

The center of the venue is quiet, because there are always very few people who are qualified to sit in the center of the venue.

Master Zhijing's emaciated cheeks were full of kindness.

Fa Ming and another Buddhist disciple with whom Lin Ji was not familiar stood on either side.

In front of Master Zhijing, there are two silk brocade books with special textures, with huge faces, and next to the brocade books, there is a set of fine Xuancheng brushes and stone door ink.

Wei Xiong, the envoy of the Han Dynasty, was the first person to sign on the field, Lin Ji sat opposite Wei Xiong, but Wei Xiong didn't look at him, presumably because of his weak heart.

And the next person to come to the stage made Lin Ji's eyes shine, Da Mang, who was sitting next to Wei Xiong was not far away, and the person who had a good figure, but who had always worn a veil, was actually Da Mang's princess.

Looking at the princess's eyes leaking out of the gauze, there must not be much difference in age from herself, but the reckless princess was not timid at all under the gaze of everyone, and she walked with outstanding demeanor. Between the brushes, it showed the demeanor of a royal person, and the people sitting in the center of the venue sighed as much as they could.

The afternoon breeze at the foot of the ancestral Buddha Mountain caressed the veil, revealing half of a peerless face completely different from Zero Dew and Yi Hanlan, although it was also watery skin, but it faintly revealed a trace of heroism.

After the princess signed her name, she bowed to the Zhijing Master Ying Ying in front of her, and then turned around.

After seeing Lin Ji looking at himself intently, he nodded slightly and questioned Lin Ji.

Lin Ji realized that he seemed to be a little polite, and nodded in response with a hint of embarrassment and apology.

The envoy of the Great Liang is not an official in the court, but a well-known literary giant, that person is arrogant, under the backdrop of the princess in front of him, it seems to have some artistic conception, obviously everyone's respect for him has far exceeded the many people present, this person together, all the audience stood up to perform the salute of the juniors.

When Ye Yang Shiyi stood up and appeared on the stage, the painting style of the entire venue seemed to have changed suddenly, and even the corners of Master Zhijing's mouth, who had been quite serious for the past two days, provoked a few smiles, and from time to time he was repeating the words "hero out of youth", which attracted Lin Ji's sneer, but at this moment, Lin Ji suddenly found that it was not only Faxin and Faming who were standing next to Master Zhijing, because behind Zhijing's monk's robe stood a very small Shatuo that Lin Ji was familiar with.

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