For three days in a row, Murong Lingfeng went out early and returned late, and she didn't see anyone for a day, and she was not sent back by the little monk until nightfall. Every time Rongyue asked, she was also prevaricated. Murong Lingfeng was gone, and Yuan Fei had no playmates, so she could only look for them one by one in the temple, which also made her discover a lot of interesting things.

The first thing is to say that she is an arrogant and domineering princess. Everyone else doesn't know, but they know very well, this princess is just a fake sparrow flying on the branch, and she really thinks she is a phoenix. provoked Yuan Fei to look at her and snicker. Originally, the real imperial concubine must come to Zheyuan Temple, in order to worship the ancestors, Qingchen is a Fengxi person, not a famous family, but also a big family, but the family road is not allowed to fall into the fireworks and willow lane. Her family enshrines tablets in Zheyuan Temple, but Zhiluo is not really light dust, how can she respect the ancestors of other people's families. Ancestor worship has become a formality, and half a day is over, without any respect at all. Everyone was surprised when they saw it, and many people privately criticized her for forgetting her roots, and she didn't care much.

It stands to reason that the purpose of her coming here has been achieved, and she should immediately set off to continue her journey towards Hancheng. But since she worshiped her ancestors, she hid in her courtyard and did not show up for two days. Wei Long said that the imperial concubine had a tiring journey, and when she returned to her hometown, she was overly sad and fell ill, so she had to harass in Zheyuan Temple for a few days, and she could leave only after the imperial concubine was well.

Xiucai met a soldier, and it was unreasonable. The old monk had the intention to drive them away, but he was always rejected by Wei Long. Please don't let the princess go, let alone others. The old monk could only stand at the gate of the temple every day and sigh.

"Why should the master worry about it, we want to live here ourselves, if there is really any unwarranted disaster that we have found ourselves, what does it have to do with the master?" said Senior Brother Linjiang comfortingly.

The old monk looked at them calmly and was even more puzzled, "The poor monk really doesn't know, what treasures are not in the temple, how can they attract the donor to linger so much?" He dared to be sure that these people were not for the sake of morality and wanted to share the hardships with Zheyuan Temple. "If there is, please make it clear to the donor, and the poor monk will give it to the donor. ”

"Is this true?" Linjiang's eyes lit up.

"Monks don't lie. The old monk said, "This time Zheyuan Temple is afraid that it is more auspicious and less, whether it can be kept is uncertain, if there is really any treasure, it is fate for you to take it away and save it." ”

Linjiang nodded, sure enough, he was a high-ranking monk, and he had already put the matter of Hongchen aside, "Does the master know about Qiankun Zhu?"

"Do you mean the Qiankun Pearl, which records the fate of heaven and earth and can change the dynasty?" asked the old monk.

Linjiang nodded, "Exactly." Some time ago, there were rumors that Qiankun Zhu was in Zheyuan Temple. That's why we're here. ”

The old monk smiled, "Why do I say, although Zheyuan Temple is constantly burning incense, it has never been as lively as it is today, it turns out that it is all for Qiankun Pearl." The old monk sighed lightly, "However, the poor monk has practiced in Zheyuan Temple for thousands of years, and he has never seen any Qiankun beads, I am afraid that the donor's trip will be empty and happy." ”

"No?" Lin Jiang frowned, "How could it be?" Several decent elders will also come in person to hold a martial arts conference, saying that they will select a respected senior in the rivers and lakes at the conference to keep the Qiankun beads. ”

"Why hasn't the poor monk heard the slightest news?" the old monk frowned.

Linjiang also wondered, the whole rivers and lakes are spreading, how can Zheyuan Temple, which is only on the cusp of the storm, not know, but the old monk doesn't look like he is lying, is there anything hidden in this?

"The husband is not guilty, but he is ......guilty," the old monk muttered to himself, "Thank you for telling the donor, the donor has a life-saving grace in Zheyuan Temple." If Zheyuan Temple can survive this catastrophe safely, the poor monk will thank the donor. After saying that, the old monk left in a hurry.

"Pifu is not guilty, but he is guilty?" Linjiang's eyes turned, and he suddenly reacted, "Oh no!" He hurriedly ran to Mrs. Jinghui's courtyard, "Mrs. Shi, Mrs. Shi! We may be being taken advantage of." He told Mrs. Jinghui about the old monk.

Shitai's face also sank, "You mean, Zheyuan Temple doesn't know about Qiankun Zhu?"

Linjiang nodded, "Think about it, in fact, we have gone all the way, and there are not many people who know Qiankun Zhu. Has this really caused a sensation in the martial arts? Or is it only known to a few of our major sects, and we have been used as a gun?"

Master Jinghui was silent for a moment, "No wonder Senior Brother asked me to come, I'm afraid he also noticed it." ”

"Are you saying that Master knows this time?" asked Linjiang in surprise.

Master Jinghui shook her head, "I'm afraid Senior Brother is not sure. Before leaving, my brother told me not to fight for the Qiankun Pearl, but to prevent it from falling into the hands of gangsters. "Mrs. Jinghui is a woman after all, if she doesn't fight, the people in the rivers and lakes won't say anything, and women will always be calmer than men, and they won't lose their minds when they are provoked. "If all the people in the martial arts gather and ask Zheyuan Temple for Qiankun Pearls, then Zheyuan Temple says no, how many people will believe it? They will only think that Zheyuan Temple is just going to swallow Qiankun Pearls. However, this speculation is not impossible. ”

Mrs. Jinghui's words confused Linjiang again, "Is there a Qiankun Pearl in Zheyuan Temple?"

"Yes. ”

In the bamboo forest wooden house, Master Xuanjing put down the teacup and looked at the old monk, "Qiankun Zhu is indeed in Zheyuan Temple. ”

The old monk looked around, and hurriedly ran over to close the door, "Senior brother, what you said is true?

"In my hands, to be exact. Master Xuanjing looked at his junior brother's surprised expression, and patted him on the shoulder helplessly, "Xuanwu, sit down, don't be surprised, isn't it just a Qiankun pearl." ”

"What do you mean, isn't it just a Qiankun Pearl? That is the Qiankun Pearl, which is written that the world can change the dynasty and reverse the Qiankun Pearl! Senior brother, you hold such a treasure in your hand, you can still be so calm!" Xuan Wu became more and more excited, he looked at the door uneasily, and always felt that someone would eavesdrop, "Senior brother, Qiankun Pearl!"

"So what? I'm a monk, can I still seize power and usurp the throne? Senior brother, don't spoil your cultivation. Master Xuan Jing said.

Xuan Wu hurriedly recited a few words of the Heart Sutra to calm himself down, "But Senior Brother, can this Qiankun Bead really turn things around?"

"Heavenly luck, even the Holy Venerable Holy Spirit cannot be disobeyed, especially what a small bead can decide? Master Xuan Jing plucked the rosary in his hand and said, "Actually, the Qiankun bead is just a key. Senior disciple, do you know the Seven Venerables of the Divine Domain?"

"I know," Xuanwu counted them one by one with his fingers, "Holy Venerable, Heavenly Venerable, Yuzun, Emperor Venerable, Qingzun, Lingzun, Xuanzun." ”

"The Holy Mountain of the Holy Venerable, the Xuanhai of the Xuanzun, the Heavenly Realm of the Heavenly Venerable, the Imperial Palace of the Emperor Venerable, the Yuqiong of the Yuzun, the Lingzun's Spiritual Domain, and the Qingchuan of the Qingzun, the Seven Venerables are in their own way and control the order of the entire Divine Domain. We live in the Sacred Mountain, the plane to which the Sacred Mountain belongs, and we can come and go as we please, but if we want to go to the other six realms, we are not allowed. Master Xuan Jing said. "And the Qiankun Bead is the key to the other six worlds. ”

Xuan Wu touched the beard on his chin and seemed to understand a little, "In this way, this Qiankun Pearl belongs to the Holy Venerable." ”

"No, no. Xuan Jing smiled and shook her head, "The Seven Venerables of the Divine Domain have been born in the world since the beginning of heaven and earth, and they can be described as compatriots. They are closely connected with each other and can move freely without being restricted by boundaries. Therefore, this Qiankun Bead was actually given to King Mu by the Holy Venerable, so that he also had the ability to shuttle through the realm. Ten thousand years ago, King Mu handed it over to me before he died, and asked me to keep it on my behalf. For 10,000 years, I never mentioned this matter, just to wait for King Mu to return to Zhao. ”

Xuanwu finally understood the reason, "However, now, the secret of the Qiankun Bead is spreading, and martial arts people are gathered here, intending to pressure Zheyuan Temple and seize the Qiankun Pearl." I suspect that the person seeking revenge is also here for this Qiankun pearl. Senior brother, how is this good?"

Xuan Jing indifferently stirred the rosary, "It's okay, if they are really ready to take it by force, you will tell the world that Lao Qu left Zheyuan Temple with the Qiankun Pearl." Since they came for Qiankun Zhu, they will track down Lao Gu, and Zheyuan Temple can also get out of this catastrophe. ”

Xuan Wu was even more surprised at this moment than when he heard that Qiankun Zhu was in Zheyuan Temple, "Senior brother, are you going to leave Zheyuan Temple?" He knew that Xuan Jing had been frank and unrestrained all his life, and he would never lie. "Where are you going?"

Xuan Jing smiled slightly, "Since I go where I should go, there are some things that I should complete." ”

Inside the wooden house, the two brothers Xuanjing and Xuanwu spoke some advanced languages that others could not understand, and outside the wooden house, Bingyu carried books from outside the bamboo forest to the blood fir tree one by one. Murong Lingfeng lay on the branch of the blood cedar tree and looked at it quickly.

Bingyu wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up at her puzzled, "I got you all the totem books, what are you looking for?"

Murong Lingfeng held a book in one hand and a blood fir leaf in the other, and compared them one by one, "It's nothing, I'm just a little skeptical." ”

Bingyue frowned, "What do you suspect? Is there anything wrong with this leaf?"

Murong Lingfeng turned over and jumped down from the tree, so frightened that Bingyue hurriedly reached out to pick her up. But Murong Lingfeng lightly tapped the tree trunk with his toes, rolled over, and landed firmly on the ground.

Her series of actions caused Bing Yue to be even more suspicious, "Your spiritual power has recovered?"

Murong Lingfeng blinked before he understood what he was talking about, "Is this a light skill, okay? Although the young master's force value is not high, but the light skill is outstanding!" She quietly moved from Bingyu's front to behind him in a flash, and her movements were so fast that Bingyu didn't see how she did it clearly. "This is called a ghost breath step, but what about my Murong family's unique secret technique! The pace is fast, as silent as a ghost. ”

Although the people of the Holy Realm admired spiritual power techniques, there were also many people who practiced martial arts, but it was the first time he had seen light skills to such a perfect level, "What's the use of practicing light skills so well? Is it for escaping during a fight?"

Bingyu's words pierced the truth, and the little boy's face couldn't hold it, "I've been a monk for a thousand years, and you're still shouting and killing all day long, no wonder the master said that you are not in the dust!"

Murong Lingfeng saw that Bingyu's face had changed, and hurriedly changed the topic, "Come and see, the veins on this leaf are very peculiar!"

Bingyu glared at her, but the blood fir leaves in her hand frowned after looking at them for a while. He had only carefully cared for the blood fir tree every day, only hoping that it would grow up quickly and let his wish come true, but he had never observed the leaves of the blood fir tree by himself, and after Murong Lingfeng's reminder, Bingyu also discovered the strangeness of the leaves, "Are the veins of other leaves also like this?"

Murong Lingfeng shook his head and plucked another leaf from the adjacent blood fir tree, "Well, you can see that the veins of this leaf are normal. I've seen every tree, and only this one looks like this. ”

The veins on the leaves crisscross to form a special pattern, "Do you think it looks like a totem?"

At this time, Bingyu finally understood why Murong Lingfeng had buried his head in the book these days, "What you have been looking for is the totem on this leaf?"

Murong Lingfeng nodded, "I want to find out what he wants to express! For thousands of years, his leaves have been growing like this, I think this totem must be unforgettable!"

"What is unforgettable is not necessarily a totem. Bingyu handed the leaf back to Murong Lingfeng, "You come with me." ”

Bingyu led Murong Lingfeng into a small house at the back of the wooden house, which was deserted, with only a bed and a futon, not even a stool. Murong Lingfeng touched the quilt on the bed, although the quilt was clean, it was cool, and it could be seen that no one had used it for a long time. Bingyu dragged out a large wooden box from under the bed. The wooden box is unlocked and can be easily opened. Inside the wooden box were only a few scriptures, as well as two sets of monk's robes.

Bingyu looked at the strange and familiar things inside, "If it's really what he wants to express, maybe he will find the answer in it." ”

Murong Lingfeng picked up the scriptures and looked at them, but they were just the most ordinary Heart Sutras, and she looked at the monk's robes again, rough linen, nothing special. It seems that there is nothing to be gained.

Murong Lingfeng put these things back away, and wanted to push the wooden box back under the bed, but this push made her feel that something was wrong.

"Huh?" she looked thoughtfully at the wooden box, then lifted it up and turned it upside down, "How can it be so light?"

"The boxes used by the monks in the temple are made of the most worthless waste wood, which is naturally very light. Bingyu explained, "You put it down, this waste wood box can't stand your toss." ”

"Wait," the little boy pressed one hand on the box, stopping Bingyue from trying to take it back, "Is this ...... Isn't it agarwood?"