Chapter 609: Old Daoist
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"Finally let me find you." Suddenly, a strange voice came.
Seeing a blue-robed figure descending from the sky, Mu Wanqing hurriedly pulled Yun Yao and Abi behind him, and Zhong Ling also hid behind him when he saw this. Mu Wanqing looked at the back of the person who came vigilantly and said coldly: "What person?"
The man turned around, and Mu Wanqing and the girls saw his appearance clearly, the man in the green robe was an old man, with a long beard hanging down his chest, his roots were pitch black, his eyes were wide open, his old face was covered with scars, his legs were crippled, and he was holding an iron crutch in both hands to support his body.
When Mu Wanqing saw the appearance of the blue-robed man clearly, she stared at those beautiful eyes in surprise, and said in shock: "The head of the four evil people is full of evil Duan Yanqing. β
Duan Yanqing's heart moved, and he said, "Oh, the little girl knows my name, so tell me where that kid is." β
"Hmph, I don't know any kids." Mu Wanqing came back from shock and snorted coldly.
"Hehe, at this time, you are still pretending to be stupid with me, and quickly say where Lin Yun is." Duan Yanqing said coldly.
"I don't know."
Duan Yanqing's eyes suddenly flashed cold, and he was shocked when he saw the women, Mu Wanqing raised his wrist when he saw this, quickly shot out a few hidden arrows, and said loudly: "Ling'er, Yao'er, Abi, you go quickly, I'll stop him." As he spoke, he picked up the three-foot long sword under the tree and rushed towards Duan Yanqing.
The three short arrows were in the shape of a zigzag, striking Duan Yanqing's neck and hands respectively, Duan Yanqing's right hand picked up the iron crutch and connected the dot three times to the ground, and the short arrow fell to the ground.
At this time, Mu Wanqing had already come to Duan Yanqing's body, and the sword light Huo Huo and the cold light flashed and stabbed Duan Yanqing continuously, but it was a pity that no matter how Mu Wanqing attacked, he was blocked by Duan Yanqing, the gap between the two sides was too big, the gap between a super-first-class martial artist and a second-rate martial artist was too big.
If you haven't cultivated a special cheat, an ordinary super-first-class martial artist can match ten first-class martial artists, a first-class martial artist can rival five second-rate martial artists, and a second-rate martial artist can rival three third-rate martial artists, which can be seen how big the gap between the two sides is.
Duan Yanqing looked at her with admiration while easily blocking Mu Wanqing's attack and said, "The little girl is not bad, knowing that she is not my opponent, she still stays to stop me from letting my sisters go." β
"However, little girl, your kindness does not seem to be accepted by your sisters."
When Mu Wanqing heard this, she took a few steps back, looked behind her, and saw that the third daughter of Zhong Ling was still standing in place and looking at her with a worried face, and suddenly said angrily: "Why are you still here, didn't I tell you to leave?"
"We're worried about you." Zhong Ling said.
When Mu Wanqing heard this, she was a little moved in her heart, and she hated that iron could not become steel. said: "You guys leave quickly, I'm fine." β
"But ......"
Before Abi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Duan Yanqing's voice, "What are you going to go, don't you think about leaving when I don't exist." Before the words fell, Duan Yanqing suddenly appeared behind Mu Wanqing, and when she didn't react, he grabbed her acupoint, and Mu Wanqing was motionless.
"Sister Mu." Zhong Ling shouted.
"Villain, let go of my sister Mu, or I'll call my master to beat you." Yun Yao wanted to run over, but was hugged by the sharp-eyed Abi with one hand, and suddenly said angrily.
"Oh, little girl, who is your master," Duan Yanqing asked with interest.
"Tell you, my master is Lin Yun, he is very powerful, you must not be able to beat him." As soon as Yun Yao mentioned Lin Yun, her eyebrows fluttered.
"Hehe, little girl, you're so sure I can't beat your master Lin Yun."
"Hmph, of course. Five of you, no, ten of you can't beat my master. Yun Yao said angrily.
"I don't know if your master can really beat me out of ten, but I know you're going to be captured by me later." The aura on Yun Yao's face suddenly collapsed when she heard this.
"I advise you not to resist and go with me, you are not my opponent anyway, and your sisters are still in my hands." Duan Yanqing pointed at Mu Wanqing and said.
Zhong Ling and Ah Bi glanced at each other and sighed helplessly.
"Alas"
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At this time, a Sanskrit sound and bells came from a temple in Fengqiao Town, which made people's mood extremely calm, as if they put down the package they were carrying in their hearts.
And the shadow wall in front of the temple gate is engraved with the words Hanshan Temple.
The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping.
Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.
This is the Hanshan Temple from the Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Ji's Fengqiao Yebo poems.
Hanshan Temple outsiders come and go, lively and extraordinary, there are adults and children, there are ordinary people and dignitaries, these people are all pilgrims who come to Hanshan Temple to offer incense, there are also some scholars who come to visit Qingqing.
At this time, Azhu made herself into an ordinary-looking woman, wearing a somewhat whitish goose-yellow dress and carrying a herbal basket like a village woman who went up the mountain to collect medicine.
Ah Zhu walked slowly on a road paved with stones, quietly feeling the tranquility in his heart, and unconsciously followed the rest of the pilgrims to the front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.
The Daxiong Treasure Hall is the main hall of Hanshan Temple, and it is on the pedestal. The main hall is 18.5 meters wide in five rooms, 14 meters deep in four rooms, and 12.5 meters in height. The single eaves rest on the top of the mountain, the flying ridge is chong, and the eaves angle is stretched. The three rooms in the middle have a terrace stretching forward, surrounded by white marble rods, decorated with lotus thrones, begonias and other patterns, and the carving is extremely fine. In the center of the terrace is a stove with incense smoke all day long, adding a tranquil and tranquil atmosphere to the temple. οΌ
"I actually came to the Daxiong Treasure Palace, so let's go to a stick of incense." As soon as he said to do it, Azhu walked to the palace.
The tall Sumeru seat in the hall is carved with white marble masonry, crystal white, spotless. The golden statue of Shakyamuni Buddha is enshrined on the Sumeru seat, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a peaceful demeanor.
And there is a mural behind the golden body of the Buddha, which is the stone carving statue found in Hanshan. Hanshan held a lotus branch in his hand, picked up a clean bottle, draped his clothes and covered his chest, making a frolicking and amusing appearance, looking festive and lively. In the picture, Hanshan pointed to the ground with his right hand, talking and laughing; Pick up the chest and belly, listen to it happily. Both of them are distracted by their heads, and they are naΓ―ve.
On the right side of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there is an abbot with a ruddy complexion, a compassionate demeanor, a kind eyebrow, and an ancient abbot wearing a somewhat shabby robe, who is sitting cross-legged on the bunk, knocking on the wooden fish and a dozen hateful people wearing gray robes behind him, doing morning classes, reciting the Buddha's Amitabha Sutra scriptures together.
Azhu took out a few sticks of incense from the incense offering table, lit them, knelt on the ground and sincerely bowed to Shakyamuni Buddha for a few times. Then Azhu inserted the incense into the incense burner.
Suddenly, an old and gentle voice behind him came into Azhu's ears. "Female donor, may I ask if this female donor is called Azhu."
Ah Zhu was stunned for a moment, did he meet a hateful person who knew him, but no, he was easy to face, how could he recognize himself.
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