This Dutch Lan and Ci Yan talked for a long time, and Reimu had been waiting by the side, but he could also hear it in the clouds, and when he waited for the day to go up, Ci Yan sent the four of them to rest, and Reimu finally seized the opportunity to start asking.

"Abbot, what are you talking about? I know and heard the legends of the Greyhound, but what about the rest?"

"Hahaha, you only know one thing, you don't know the other!" Ci Yan laughed: "This Dutch Lan is my sister-in-law when I was in the layman's family, she is a legendary-level figure, after embarking on the path of cultivation and being found to be a Lingti crown, instead of giving up on herself, she fused the Taoist "Green Spirit Chapter" and the demon family's "Dragon Transformation" And a lot of old and new cultivation methods that I don't know where to pick out, and I have created a set of cultivation techniques unique to the Soul Tia body, you look at her now, she should have been a cursed body, but now she has become a master of the upper echelons of the continent!"

"Wow, I thought that the only person who could start a sect was the living Buddha of our Tianyin Temple, but I didn't expect to meet a real person today!" When Lingmeng heard this, he was immediately impressed, and then he was very puzzled: "Abbot, then you said that the Taoist priest named Liang Yi is also a Lingti crown, so what are they doing in our temple?"

"Amitabha, Zhumen's wine and meat stink, there are frozen bones on the road, and ordinary Lingti crowns do not have their own cultivation methods themselves, and most of them will die five years after the leakage of the Gathering Spirit Acupoint. Ci Yan said a little dimly: "Unless your family is a relative of the emperor and a rich country, then you can always search for spiritual things to support you, otherwise it will be a matter of time before you return to the west." And this Liangyi Daoist has not died for twenty years after opening the Spiritual Tiara, but he has also been tortured, and his physique has long been on the verge of collapse, so he needs the Sycamore Divine Tree to restore his vitality!"

"The Sycamore Divine Tree is a treasure in our temple, how can it be lent to outsiders so casually?" Lingmeng suddenly pursed his lips, and he didn't understand the abbot's approach very much.

"You doll knows how to protect food!" Ci Yan smiled and patted Reimu's bare head: "Do a good deed every day, and become a Buddha in one step." ”

"Cut, you know how to read poetry!" Lingmeng pursed his lips disdainfully: I'm afraid that the abbot has seen his righteous sister, so he wants to break the color ring~"

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"Hahaha, hahaha!" Lingmeng laughed and ran away, quickly changing the subject: "Abbot, why do you always keep poetry?"

"The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the singers left their names. Abbot Ciyan was very intoxicated and said: "Poetry can calm the mind, can relieve worries, and you will understand it in the future~"

"Cut, old pedant. Reimu grimaced at Ci Yan and ran straight to his meditation room to take the book. Reimu only felt that it was very warm and relaxed in the temple, much better than the abandoned village that farmed and cursed and lived in despair every day.

And the days passed like this, Holland Lan had to take Liang Yi to the Wutong Divine Tree from time to time to absorb abundant aura, and Lingmeng gradually understood the relationship between several people, that Xing Mu and Chengkun were both apprentices of Liang Shan, and they had spent all these years together in adversity, and the three of them were also very polite in Tianyin Temple, and they were deeply liked by the monks.

Time flies, and after more than half a year, it is time to come to the temple again, this festival is said to be held every ten years to suppress the entrance to the demon world that was once opened here.

"Lan Lan, I really don't want you to go. It's really a short time to be with you, and parting is better than a hundred years!" Abbot Ciyan personally sent Dutch Lan and his party out of the mountain gate.

"Thank you brother for your help again!" And Dutch Lan bowed to Ci Yan very sincerely: "The Hymn Festival is coming, and it is inconvenient for us outsiders to stay, so I should also take the three of them back to Chuyun Peak!"

"I can't stay in Sangzi, but I want to look at each other in the rivers and lakes!" and Abbot Ciyan looked at Dutch Lan with reluctance, and said goodbye like this.

"That's... See you in the rivers and lakes in the future!" Holland also had tears in his eyes, so he took the three of them to give a deep salute again, and then quickly disappeared at the end of the plain.

This is how the festival came, and Reimu remembered that in the past few years after the shaving, there were constantly boasting and talking about the various scenic spots of the festival, and this made Reimu look forward to the arrival of this festival, and now, this festival has finally come, and Reimu feels very excited.

"Disciples, brothers, the Immortal Festival is coming!" And the entire Receiving God Peak was slowly shrouded in golden light, and Abbot Ciyan announced very seriously: "This is not a festival worth celebrating, but another time the gate of the demon world is open, ready to move, but with the care of the Sycamore Divine Tree, and the strong control of my Tianyin Temple's Vajra Demon Circle, this time we will also complete the mission of our ancestors and guard the gate of the realm!"

"Do not disgrace your mission, guard the gate of the world!" the monks in the temple suddenly shouted loudly.

"Lingmeng, you're by my side, let's open the Tianyin Buddha Array!" Abbot Ciyan took Lingmeng all the way to the Buddha shrine under the plane tree, and gently knocked out a pleasant sound with his nine-ring Zen staff.

Reimu was simply amazed, because with the Buddha shrine exuding repeated agarwood, and the entire Jieshen Peak actually shook up, at this time Lingmeng stood on the top of the peak, seeing the clouds and mist disperse, and at a glance you could see the scenery of thousands of miles, but saw that there were countless peaks slowly rising from the foot of the Jieshen Peak, and after a while, the Jieshen Peak, which was originally just a lonely mountain on the plain, had become a towering group of mountains at this time!

"Abbot, what's going on, it's amazing!" Reimu sighed heartily.

The boundary gate of the demon realm hangs above the head of our Tianyin Temple, and this is the net of heaven and earth laid by the ancestors, and each mountain peak is a spiritual power node, which can suppress the boundary gate to the maximum!" Abbot Ciyan said to Lingmeng, and suddenly changed color that day, and a huge black-purple circular boundary gate opened directly above the Wutong Divine Tree out of thin air, and on the other side of the boundary gate, there was a demon roar, and there were many ghosts.

"Here, all the disciples listen to the order and open the Vajra Demon Circle!" Ciyan commanded loudly at this time, and the great monks of Tianyin Temple all gathered in different temple buildings, running out of different shapes in unison, and then the whole mountain illuminated by the Buddha all lit up with magnificent energy.

With the roar of the monks of Tianyin Temple, the entire mountains are like a large array of five elements and gossip, and they actually start to rotate around the Jieshen Peak, and from time to time the mountains crack and close, which bursts out of the sky-high aura, making the gate of the realm continue to become smaller.

At this time, the blue lightning between heaven and earth continued, and the turbid purple demonic qi continued to erode, and under the operation of the great array of the Tianyin Temple, the realm gate was pressed smaller and smaller, and it looked like it was about to disappear.

And Ciyan spit out a mouthful of old blood, and suddenly fell to the ground, Lingmeng hurriedly stepped forward to help, but found that a group of senior brothers in another array not far away also vomited old blood and fell to the ground.

"Oh my God, what's going on?" Lingmeng instantly felt very scared, and he also spit out a mouthful of blood, feeling that all the strength in his body was drained, and the monks of the whole mountain fell down one after another, and Lingmeng vaguely saw that there were three people who climbed up to Jieshen Peak in a big way, they were: Liang Shan, Chengkun and Xing Mu.

"Liang Shan, are you back?" Abbot Ciyan shouted hopefully at this time: "Quick, we have been poisoned, you three hurry up and get the antidote, and you want to close the boundary gate!"

"Oh, you're poisoned, you can't move, right?" and at this time, Liang Yi showed a weird smile: "It's okay, it's not in the way, we'll take care of the rest, because the poison is ours!"

"Damn, it's really hard to poison everyone for more than half a year!" Cheng Kun twisted his purple face at this time and said very worriedly: "It is also an art to control the unified poison time!"

"What did you say?" Abbot Ciyan asked in shock, "Are you crazy?"

"That crazy woman, you say?" Liang Shirt laughed wildly, and suddenly put on a compassionate look: "Oh, I want to save other Greyhounds, and I want everyone else to be able to become strong like me!"

... The monks were silent with blood streaming from the corners of their mouths, and they couldn't understand why a piece of kindness could be ridiculed to such an extent.

"Hahahaha, it's just rubbish!" And after Liang Shan learned, he immediately showed a fierce face: "Not everyone is as lucky as her, and not everyone can maintain an optimistic attitude like her, and thanks to you brainless monks, my long-cherished wish for many years can be achieved!"

Liang Shirt said that, and went straight to the bottom of the realm, but saw a large amount of breath spewing out of Liang Shan's back, but those breaths were neither blue nor cyan Dao qi, those breaths exuded an ominous black and green, and with the full explosion of his Lingti crown, Liang Shan's figure gradually distorted, and his face became more and more hideous and sickly, just like the yin soul that climbed up in the Nine Shadows.

"You, you have cultivated ghosts!" Abbot Ciyan shouted at this time: "If you don't want to live a good life, but you want to be a ghost?"

"Life??" And at this time, the ghostly Liang shirt carried a kind of cold roar in his voice: "Your mother's skin can have a steady stream of spiritual objects to nourish the Lingti crown, a low-level pariah, guess how I won't die for twenty years?"

"Could it be you??" Ciyan couldn't say at all, trembling all over.

"Eat people!" And Liang Shan's strange twist directly choked the neck of Abbot Ciyan, and used the ghost claw to penetrate Ciyan's lower abdomen at once, blood gushed out, and Liang Yi proudly licked the blood on his paws: "How much is it worth to be cheap? I have already eaten seventy-five people, and there are still twenty-five left, so I can cultivate into a ghost immortal! But thank you, I may not have to eat twenty-five so much now!"

Liang Yi laughed as he spoke, threw Ciyan away, and then roared angrily at the Boundary Gate, which immediately emitted a ghost cry in response, and the purple-black demonic energy surged out from the narrow Boundary Gate, all of which were poured into Liang Shan's body.

At this time, the injured Ciyan crawled to Lingmeng's side in front of him, and poured all the Buddha's light in his body into Lingmeng: "Go quickly, go to my meditation room, and move that wooden fish with green last!"