On the outskirts of the north of the city, there are barren mountains and mountains.

At the foot of a mountain, you can see a step-by-step stone path, which winds and turns all the way to the top of the mountain.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of Lingjiang City, Jincian Temple is a pure place of Buddhism far away from the chaos of the world, the morning bell and dusk drum, the bell is deep and long, strolling in the quiet temple, there is a unique artistic conception.

"Juefan, do you know what is wrong!" I saw that in the Buddhist hall, a middle-aged monk who was about thirty or forty years old looked unhappy, and asked the little monk in the center of the hall.

The little monk knelt on the ground, his head was about to be buried in the ground, and with a look of remorse, he blamed himself deeply: "The disciple knows his mistakes. ”

"You know how important the Lingbao Golden Cicada is to this temple, but you are still careless when you take care of it, and you lose it, and you almost cause a big disaster!" The middle-aged monk's face was ugly, he turned sideways, waved his hand, and said: "Punish you with thirty sticks, I hope you can take it as a warning in the future." ”

The little monk lowered his head and replied calmly, "Yes." ”

Because of his fault, the temple almost lost a spirit beast that had been worshiped for a long time, and he did not complain at all about the punishment of these thirty sticks.

It's better to say that such a punishment is quite light.

Seeing that his attitude was correct, the middle-aged monk also sighed lightly, waved his hand to the disciples on both sides of him, and motioned for them to go down and execute.

Suddenly, in the deepest part of the Buddhist hall, the old monk sitting on the futon slowly opened his eyes and said, "Wait." ”

As soon as his voice came out, all the senior monks and disciples in the Buddha hall were shocked and surprised, and then they all turned around and looked at him with a respectful face.

"Senior Brother Huihai. ”

The middle-aged monk who had spoken out was also in awe, and saluted respectfully to the old monk sitting on the futon.

This thin old monk with a withered body and a twilight face turned out to be the enlightened monk in the Golden Cicada Temple, and also the first strong man in Lingjiang City, Master Huihai!

A faint smile appeared on Master Huihai's thin face, and he waved his hand at the few disciples who walked out, and said, "Go down." ”

"Yes. ”

Hearing this, how dare several disciples disobey, they all honestly retreated to both sides.

Then, he looked at the middle-aged monk again, shook his head slightly, and said with a peaceful face: "Senior Brother Huijing, you can't blame him for this matter. ”

At this time, even the little monk Juefan who made a mistake was stunned, what virtue did he have, he was just an ordinary little novice in the Golden Cicada Temple, as the abbot of the temple, Master Huihai would actually intercede for him?

"Senior brother, this ......"

The monk who was called Huijing was a little embarrassed, and he didn't want to punish his disciples, but there were no rules, and it was a fact that he made a mistake, even if he was the abbot, if he couldn't be fair and selfless, and the rewards and punishments were clear, he would inevitably be disliked in the future.

He and Huihai had followed the same master, both of them were disciples of Huizi, and they had a very good relationship at that time, and they were like siblings. At that time, Huihai was their senior brother and the most valued disciple of the master, who was older than all of them, and now he is more than half a hundred.

Master Huihai smiled lightly and said, "Senior Brother Huijing, I know what you think in your heart, it's just about the fact that the golden cicada will suddenly fly away, and there is another hidden secret, so I really can't blame him." ”

What's hidden?

Hearing this, many of the senior monks present were awakened by a word and suddenly came to their senses.

Now that I think about it, this golden cicada existed in the temple as early as when the previous abbot, that is, Master Huihai's master, was still there, and I don't know how many years it has lived.

At the beginning, it was so big, and decades have passed, and now it still looks like this, which is quite amazing.

What's more, the lifespan of cicadas is usually between five and ten years, and it is unbelievable that this golden cicada can live for so long.

It's just that the Golden Cicada Temple has always had strict rules from ancient times to the present, and this Lingbao Golden Cicada has always been delivered by the previous generation of abbots to the next abbot, and it is handed over between the abbots of the past dynasties, and only the abbot knows the secrets.

Although everyone else knew that this Lingbao Golden Cicada was of great significance to the Golden Cicada Temple, they didn't know the deeper secrets.

"Even if you leave it alone, it will come back on its own. ”

Looking at the puzzled expressions on the faces of some of the people present, Master Huihai smiled and explained.

It's just that some of the more secret reasons he can't tell everyone.

Some monks heard this, nodded, but also woke up, so many years, they have never heard of the temple has lost this golden cicada, obviously it is inextricably linked with the temple, it is impossible to leave easily.

Moreover, the little monk was able to catch it back from the beginning, which is also a miracle in itself, you know, with the Taoism that it has lived for so many years, if it wants to escape, even if ordinary people break their legs, they may not be able to catch up.

Besides, for decades, this golden cicada has been staying in the temple in peace, why there is such an abnormality today, the reason is really intriguing.

"Since the abbot has said so, then I will not hold you accountable for your faults. Monk Huijing sighed slightly and looked at the little monk.

This sudden change made Juefan stunned, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and hurriedly thanked the thin old man: "Thank you abbot, thank you abbot!"

Master Huihai just smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said lightly: "It's not your fault in the first place, don't thank me." Then, he remembered something and asked the people below: "Three days later, the temple should have almost been prepared, right?"

Hearing this, one of the senior monks in charge nodded and said, "The necessary ingredients and items have been purchased, and the news of the Lantern Festival has also spread in Lingjiang City." ”

"The major forces in the city, we have sent people to send invitations, I think that after three days, the temple will definitely be unprecedented. ”

Master Huihai chuckled, nodded approvingly, and said, "That's very good. ”

......

The three days passed quietly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day of the night when the lights were on.

When night falls, the stars twinkle.

In front of the mountain gate in the northern suburbs of the city, the people are full of people at the moment, and the temple is like a scene of thousands of lights.

In front of the main gate of the Golden Cicada Temple, there are several young monks who are welcoming guests, and the people from Lingjiang City are in an endless stream, they have been smiling and greeting, so busy that they can't spare the slightest time.

"Master Jueming, it's been a long time. ”

An old man dressed in an emerald robe with an extraordinary bearing, after walking through the stone steps, said with a smile on his face to a young monk in front of the door.

When the young monk saw someone coming, he also stepped forward to greet him, and said respectfully: "Old Ye, you are finally here, and the master has been waiting inside for a long time." ”

The old man who came was none other than the lord of Qimuwu, Ye Songtao.

At the temple fair, the Golden Cicada Temple sent invitations to all forces, and he naturally had no reason not to come with such a warm invitation.

"Not bad, not bad. ”

After taking a few closer glances at Jueming, Ye Songtao's eyes were slightly condensed, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he said two good words.

With his eyesight, he only needed to take a few glances, and he could roughly estimate the current strength of Monk Jueming, thinking that he should be at the ninth level of the spirit master, that is, the appearance of the Nine Heavens of Qi refining, and he was only one step away from the spirit master.

He couldn't help smacking his lips slightly, a little surprised in his heart, this Jueming deserved to be the proud disciple of Master Huihai, he was only less than twenty years old, and he actually had such a cultivation, which was really a rare good seedling.

As long as the strength is further refined, you can enter the realm of foundation building and be on an equal footing with some old monsters in the family.

"Master Huihai, you really taught a good disciple. He sighed heartily.

Even if Master Huihai abdicates in the future, with such a junior to take over, the status of Jincian Temple in Lingjiang City is unshakable.

Hearing this, Jue Ming smiled back and said modestly: "Ye Lao has won the award." ”

Ye Songtao smiled lightly and shook his head, without saying much, in his opinion, Jue Ming has such a talent, even if he is the most important wizard in the Yanbing Pavilion and the Nangong family, he is currently slightly inferior to him, and it is not too much for him to praise him like this.

Moreover, Jueming is humble, behaves in a well-behaved manner, is methodical, not arrogant or impetuous, and has an excellent heart.

In the future, if the Golden Cicada Temple has his leadership, I am afraid that it will be prosperous for another twenty years.

As soon as he thought of this, he felt very stunned, the three top forces of Jincia Temple, Yanbing Pavilion, Nangong Family, and Lingjiang City all had excellent talents to succeed him, and compared to them, Qimuwu seemed to have no successor.

Among them, the most outstanding young man has already been crowned this year, and he has only cultivated to the Fifth Heaven of Qi Refining, which is really too far behind the Enlightenment in front of him.

Therefore, after he heard that there was a young handsome man in Lingjiang City who had defeated Miss Su Family, he immediately asked his elders to go around to investigate, but unfortunately, he still found nothing.

In the end, he faintly heard rumors that the young man had joined the Yanbing Pavilion, so he had to shake his head helplessly and completely cut off this idea.

Suddenly, there was a loud laugh outside the temple gate, which attracted everyone in front of the door to look sideways.

"Master Jueming, we meet again. A well-dressed majestic man strode over, and when he saw the old man in the green robe, he also greeted with a smile: "Oh, what a coincidence, Brother Ye is also there?"

Everyone present recognized the person and couldn't help but be slightly surprised. This person is the second leader of the Nangong family, and he is also the younger brother of the head of the family, Nangong Yue, Nangong Wu!

"Nangong Er is in charge, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

After all, the Nangong family is the top family in Lingjiang City, facing Nangong Wu, Ye Songtao naturally didn't dare to slack off, he arched his hand with a smile, and saw the young man and girl following him, and asked out loud: "These two must be the second young master of the Nangong family, and the third young lady, right?"

Behind Nangong Wu, the brightly dressed young man was the second young man of the Nangong family, Nangong Chen.

And the young girl beside him is the famous Lingjiang City, the pearl of the Nangong family, Nangong Qingxue.