The sky darkened, the thunder in mid-air became louder and louder, the electric light flickered, and the hideous ran between the ink clouds.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the brightest place in Jinling City is naturally the bank of the Qinhuai River, the red lights on both sides of the bank are like fire, and under the reflection, the Qinhuai water is also like a fire dragon with shining scales.

The fireworks woman who has rested all day, lazy to get up, groom late, make up thrushes, wait for the rich businessman with a bulging pocket, or the jade-faced Langjun in private.

The Ming Imperial City, the lights are also bright, a bone bird swept over the west wall of the imperial city in mid-air, and below is the Spring and Palace.

Chunhe Palace is the residence of Zhu Gaochi, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, compared to the West Sixth Palace within a wall next door, the light is dim, and even this light has to be divided into the father and son of the monarch and minister.

The bone bird naturally didn't know what the crown prince was, so he took a turn around the Chunhe Palace, and seemed to have found a wisp of taste, sticking to the palace wall, and flew straight towards the Wuying Hall in the south.

Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, every time the Shuowang Dynasty meeting, in the Fengtian Hall to accept the courtiers to worship, usually, to deal with the government, generally in the Huagai Palace.

As his son, Yongle Emperor Zhu Di, Shuowang Great Court, is naturally also in Fengtian Palace.

Emperor Yongle was born in the flames of war, grew up on horseback, when he was a teenager, he carried a spear and a big knife, followed General Xu Da and General Chang Yuchun, a generation of famous generals to fight in the north and south, to the rather vain canopy of the word, really look down on it, have a soft spot for the word Wu Ying, usually deal with government affairs, meet ministers, mostly in the Wuying Palace.

Outside the Wuying Palace, it was pitch black, there was no light, the door of the palace was wide open, and there was no one in the door according to the law.

The hall was even more pitch black, it should have been reflected in the light, and the golden dragon chair only had a faint shadow, and there were two black shadows standing not far below.

The black shadow on the right looked tall and mighty, with a broad knife hanging from his waist, his head bowed, standing respectfully, his body oozing a thick evil aura, and a faint smell of blood.

A few steps away, the black shadow on the left was shorter and thinner, the left hand hung down on the waist, swaying slightly, as if playing something, the right hand held the hilt of the long sword, and a pair of eyes shimmered in the dark hall, warm as water, looking at the dragon chair.

The palace Ouchi, with a sword and a sword, is not a Ouchi guard, only a brocade guard.

"Ji Gang, checked?"

A voice came from the dragon chair, low and thorough, stirring in the empty hall, and there was a feeling of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

Yongle once dared to sit on the dragon chair, only Zhu Di could be the one who dared to sit on the dragon chair.

The tall figure on the right heard the voice, hurriedly bent down, and whispered back,

"Your Majesty, the richest merchant in Jinling, Quanjinshui, there is indeed a large amount of money missing every year, and Xu He, the head of the scribes, has made friends with many officials of the current six ministries, and there are many traces of influence on the discussion. These have been ascertained by Jinyiwei. ”

There was no sound in the hall again, and the black shadow on the dragon chair seemed to be asleep, and for a while, a low voice came,

"Keep watching, go ahead. ”

The tall black shadow named Ji Gang bowed and saluted, hugged his fist at the black shadow on the left, and retreated all the way to the outside of the temple gate before turning around and striding out.

Emperor Yongle on the dragon chair stood up, footsteps sounded, step by step down the stairs, walked to the figure holding the sword, and asked lightly,

"Mr. Jiu, Fengjin has already shown signs of the pen, and the person who holds the sword and the jade has any clues?"

The black shadow did not speak, tilted its head slightly, removed its right hand from the hilt of the sword, and with a slight move, a bone bird swept past the temple door and stopped on his hand, as if chirping.

Zhu Di, who was left out in the cold, was surprisingly unmoved and watched quietly.

The black shadow nodded, gently stroked the bone bird, and the bone bird turned into a white line again, rushed out of the Wuying Palace, and went straight to the Linggu Heart Temple.

"The clue is here, Your Majesty, I will go to Lingguxin Temple and my party, maybe I can meet the immortals. ”

With that, he arched his hand and turned around and walked out of the palace.

In the Yongle Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty, those who could speak to the emperor like this, except for the black-clothed monk Yao Guangxiao, there was no one else, and the top of this person's head did not shine, when it was not Yao Guangxiao, I don't know which way it was a fairy.

Emperor Yongle stood in the hall, watching the figure walk out of the palace door, disappearing, smiling lowly, full of murderous aura,

"Hehe, immortals. ”

Tie Lingshuang flew all the way to the gate of Lingguxin Temple, only to see that the temple gate was closed and gloomy. Looking up, a hundred meters to the left of the temple gate, the fire is shining.

With a light tiptoe, he swept up the temple door, turned over, stood on the top of the Tianwang Palace, did not stay, flew to the top of the King Kong Palace, squinted his eyes and glanced around, without the slightest figure, staring at the double lotus flower in the small pool, only the faint Buddha rhyme, and nothing else.

Looking up at the left side of the temple 100 meters, several bonfires, surrounding a pond, the pond purple a few zhang square, the water surface is like a mirror. There were two figures standing at the water's edge, seemingly guarding each other, far apart, but both staring at the water.

"Wangwang"

The sound of a dog barking came, Tie Lingshuang squinted and looked closely, only to see a big dog a few meters behind the tall figure, facing the water, roaring loudly.

With a light tap on his toes, he turned over and swept over, his clothes hunting, and the sound of breaking the wind.

Hearing the sound, the big yellow dog turned around and was about to roar at Tie Lingshuang, but suddenly felt a familiar murderous aura, and quickly stretched out his tongue, with a flattering dog face.

Qi Chen had already seen Tie Lingshuang, stepped forward, raised his long sword and pointed at the water, and said angrily,

"The big worm hid under the water and didn't come out. ”

Nodding, Tie Lingshuang glanced at the water, and by the light of the fire, he could still see the slightest line of blood floating to the surface of the water from time to time. Looking at a figure two zhang away, it was no longer a Buddha in costume, dressed in a gray Baina robe, with a blue scalp, white beard and white eyebrows, Master Hong Lonely.

I saw him with his eyebrows fluttering, his hands folded, facing the lake, chanting in a low voice,

"Master Hong Lone, your apprentice has already fallen into the devil, do you know?"

The Hong silence stopped chanting, turned his head to look at Tie Lingshuang, and then looked at Qi Chen, whose anger suddenly became strong on his face, and sang the Buddha horn in his mouth,

When the old man saw the scars on this benefactor's body, he had already guessed that after spending thirty years of his life, he failed to resolve his dryness, and he became a demon with a thought, Amitabha. ”

With a sneer, the long sword in Qi Chen's hand was shocked, and he said hatefully,

"Old monk, for the sake of your lack of action, I call you a master, you have raised a devil, and you only say that it is dry, hum, when Lao Tzu catches him, open his head and see what dryness is. ”

In addition to Songshan Shaolin Temple, most of the temples are generally only one or two people, a teacher and an apprentice, the disciple is more like a son, raised from a young child, more than 30 years, I don't want to be this kind of scene, Rao is the master of Hong Lone's Buddhism is profound, at this time I can't help but feel sad.

Without confidence, the lion roared and couldn't shout, but he just folded his hands and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and he no longer argued.

Glancing at Qi Chen, who was angry, Tie Lingshuang said coldly,

"If you don't get enough effort, shut up. ”

A blush flashed on his face, and he lowered his long sword, Qi Chen coughed dryly, and said curtly,

"This is not the first day, wait for me, punch the tiger, kick the dragon, the edict is invincible, and then we will compare. ”

Stopping to chant the scriptures, Master Hong Lin raised his head in surprise, his eyes were strange, he glanced at Qi Chen, and lowered it again.

Being looked at inexplicably, Qi Chen scratched his head, turned his head to look at Tie Lingshuang, and saw that the corners of her mouth were also upturned, looking at herself quite contemptuously, and couldn't help asking,

"Am I wrong?"

"Amitabha, this donor should be a disciple of Buddhism when he sees the inner breath, and the Buddhist exercises only have the appearance of the Dharma, and there is no edict. ”

Master Hong Lin was quite honest, and he saw Qi Chen's Buddhist exercises, and explained softly.

Ignoring the big fool with a collapsed face beside him, Tie Lingshuang stared at the water surface two feet away, with more and more blood lines, looking up at the mid-air directly above his head, between the lightning flashes, a large black cloud faintly purple, getting lower and lower.

The thunderstorm is coming, just a moment. I wondered in my heart, this snake demon devoured blood and killed people, his breath was violent and cold, he was sure that it was a demon, why did the thundercloud glow purple? Shouldn't it just be a cloud of black?

Staring at the water tightly, Tie Lingshuang's face became colder and colder, and he suddenly let out a sigh of relief, and turned to look at Master Hong Lian,

"How deep is this pond?"

Shaking his head, Master Hong Silence whispered,

"No less than ten zhang, the donor must not go down, in the water, unless the Buddha is there in person, no one is the opponent of the fish demon and basilisk. ”

With a cold face, Tie Lingshuang glanced at the water, retracted his thoughts of jumping down, and frowned,

"What about the people in the temple?"

Glancing at the water, seeing that it was still calm, Master Hong Silence whispered,

When the old man heard the movement outside, he felt the demonic aura, and he had asked them all to hide in the beamless hall and not be allowed to come out. ”

There is no beam hall, no beam and no column, no nail and no wood, all are piled up with bricks and tiles, worship the Buddha of Amitayus, and call the Amitayus Hall again.

Snorted coldly, thinking of the twin lotus flowers in front of the hall, Tie Ling Shuang said in a cold voice,

"What is so strange about the lotus flower in front of the hall, I was killed by your disciple because of that flower, and now the master wants to hide it, then together with your apprentice, it will be included in the list of hidden guards. ”

With a long sigh, Master Hong Silence sat down, bowed his head, and spoke softly.

It turned out that when the Lingguxin Temple was first built, the first inner gate head of the temple was Master Qingyue, who was the one who left the two palm prints on the plaque of the Yinian Temple.

Master Qingyue is extremely talented, first cultivating the dragon, then the tiger, and then the elephant. The three Arhats are a combination of the law, and their power is incomparable, and they are the most powerful people in the rivers and lakes at that time.

I don't want to cultivate the three phases of the law, for many years and no inch of progress, the heart is anxious, in order to calm the state of mind, go out to travel the mountains and seas, in front of the South China Sea Guanyin elephant, comprehend the Dharma, cultivate for the re-advancement, rejoice, think of the dragon Arhat Jiaye Zen master smiled, stretched out his hand to pluck the Guanyin phase and sat down a lotus flower, and brought it back to the temple.

This and Tilian, in the South China Sea has spiritual consciousness, moved to a thought hall, self-generated branches and roots, every late at night, is a little Buddha rhyme golden light.

Master Qingyue contemplates Buddhism in front of the lotus every day, and cultivates for great progress, however, the bad is bad for cultivation for great progress, Master Qingyue is no longer satisfied with the Arhat phase, and searches for the Bodhisattva phase and the Buddha phase everywhere, and finds nothing, and the demon root has been deeply planted.

That and the lotus spirit consciousness first opened, under the influence of Master Qingyue, it gradually gave birth to a golem, two lotus flowers, one is still mellow Buddha rhyme, and the other is gradually exuding a demonic red glow.

Finally, Master Qingyue went crazy and fell into the devil, demolished a temple of thoughts, shed two handprints of a Buddha and a demon on the plaque, left the temple, and was found to have died under the statue of Guanyin in the South China Sea.

This lotus has always been like this, passed down, and each generation of the inner door of the temple has crossed the Buddha rhyme, looking forward to dissolving the demonic energy on another lotus.

And Dilian has a high level of intelligence, and every time she collects the demonic qi in the root jade lotus, until late at night when no one is around, the demonic appearance will appear.

After that, Master Hong Lin sighed and whispered,

"Originally, the demonic qi has gradually dissipated, and it seems that it can return to Qinglian's body, but I don't want to think that in the past ten years, the demonic qi has suddenly become strong, and it can't be evacuated, and the old man chanting every day is useless. ”

His eyes flickered, thinking of the soybean-sized red petal mark on his tongue when he smiled, Tie Lingshuang nodded,

"Master Hong Lone, is that Fafa also gradually becoming anxious in the past ten years?"

Hearing this, Hong Lin frowned and nodded,

"Yes, ten years ago, he practiced the dragon descending method, he should have a Buddha nature, and he didn't want to suddenly kneel down and beg me to teach him the Fuhu law, but the old man knew about the Qingyue Patriarch and didn't dare to teach it. “

As he spoke, he bowed his head and sighed regretfully,

But he couldn't bear his daily begging, so he was allowed to cultivate on his own, and the old man could only let him go up and down Zhongshan from time to time to hone his patience, and he didn't want to be like this. Amitabha. ”

Squinting his eyes, watching Master Hong Lin chant more than once, Tie Lingshuang asked softly,

"That Pufa, in the last ten years, has he spoken a lot less?

Raising his head, he looked at Tie Lingshuang with the cold light flickering in the phoenix's eyes in confusion, Master Hong Lin thought for a moment and asked in a low voice

"What does the donor mean by this? The old man thinks that he has changed a lot because he has immersed himself in cultivation, and it is natural that people in my Buddhism will not be like ordinary people who are happy and sorrowful, and they have never laughed at this is a common thing, right?"

Snorted coldly, Tie Lingshuang was about to sarcastically mock this old stubbornness who was reading according to the script, the thunder exploded overhead, and the barking of dogs around him sounded, only to hear Qi Chen shout,

"It's moving, it's moving, the water is moving. ”

Both of them were startled, and they all looked at the pond two feet away.