Yunhuang rushed out of the door, wanting to catch up with Xiaojie and ask carefully, but found that Xiaojie was gone.

"Qingxin, do you think Xiaojie is lying?"

Yunhuang looked at the temple gate and vaguely saw Xiaojie's figure descending the steps.

Xiaojie inherited Jasper's ability, which is extremely powerful and extremely fast.

Such a child is gifted, and if he takes the right path, his future is limitless; If you take the wrong path, you will be a generation of heroes.

"Ask me everything, don't you know that the secret of heaven can't be revealed?" The pure-hearted old immortal said, "What's more, it's easy to get old if you worry too much." ”

Yun Huang frowned, "When did Chen Xinyi poison Aoya?" Why do I think Xiaojie is an unpredictable child, and his young age is unpredictable? ”

"Don't bother with it. There is a doctor in the palace, and since Chen Xinyi is just taking Aoya as a hostage to blackmail Xiaojie, before Xiaojie goes to Xichu, Aoya will be fine. In a hurry, let's see what tricks Xiang Qing wants to play. ”

Pure heart old immortal road.

Yun Huang saw that it was getting late, and he didn't care about looking from hall to hall, so he hurriedly went back to find Silent Shangxian and Zhou Ziheng.

There is a silent immortal, Yunhuang is not worried that Zhou Ziheng will have an accident, not to mention that Xiang Qing's target is her, and she will not be embarrassed for the time being.

Sure enough, the table of the three of them had been cleaned up, and they were drinking tea around the table, waiting for her to come back.

Seeing that Yunhuang returned as scheduled, Xiang Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She was most afraid that Yunhuang would not say goodbye, and everything she had prepared would come to naught.

"Let's go, the festival will start soon, and the mage has already sent someone to urge it several times."

Xiang Qing got up and led the way in front.

Yunhuang noticed that Xiang Qing was very familiar with Baohua Temple, and he did not need to be led by Zhike Lao Ni and others, which showed that Xiang Qing had not been in Baohua Temple for a short time and knew everything in this temple well.

It is said that Xiang Qing will not lurk here alone, but those nuns in the Daxiong Treasure Hall do not have a strange atmosphere.

What kind of medicine is sold in Xiangqing gourd? Yun Huang couldn't help but be curious.

The four of them came to the high platform in front of the Dharma Hall, where the Dharma Field had been set up, and the nuns sat around the Buddhist altar, blowing and beating the Buddha.

Seeing Xiang Qing leading the three of Yunhuang to the high platform, Master Huizhen, who was sitting on the vermilion lacquer throne, bowed and saluted, dipped some holy water from the water bowl held by the nun next to him and sprinkled it on the three of Yunhuang.

Under Xiang Qing's guidance, the three of Yunhuang were seated, Zhou Ziheng and Mute Shangxian sat on Huizhen's left, and Yunhuang and Xiang Qing sat on Huizhen's right in turn.

The nuns in the audience clasped their hands together, looking pious and unremarkable.

When everyone is seated, the drums are playing in unison, and the nuns are singing sutras and singing Buddha......

At the same time, the bronze bell in the bell and drum tower rings for a long time, and the aftermath lingers, lingering between heaven and earth.

On the high platform, Venerable Huizhen led ten tall, short, thin, and well-proportioned nuns around the altar, holding incense burners and shaking them constantly.

In the deepening twilight, the statue of the Buddha placed in the center of the high platform exudes a lustrous jade luster, and is shrouded in heavy smoke, looming and adding a sense of mystery and majesty.

After completing the circumambulation chanting ceremony, Huizhen walked down the platform and came to Xiang Qing's chair, knelt on his knees, and raised his hands to offer the Yellow Silk scriptures.

Xiang Qing stood up and leaned over to take it, and Hui Zhen turned around to reset.

The bronze bell rang again, and the ringing echoed like throughout the ancient and modern times, and the bell was thick and desolate.

After that, there was silence, and the consecration celebration was about to take place......

In this situation, Yunhuang seems to be familiar.

She suddenly remembered that in the Mingkong Temple of Western Chu, Han Chaozhang held a martial arts competition for Han Chenge to recruit relatives, and used wooden gilded Buddha statues as prizes to incite the princes of all countries to win and fight fiercely, so as to achieve the goal of leading disasters to the east and provoking wars among countries.

Su Yuzhe saw through Han Chaozhang's conspiracy, and that day they exposed the deception of the fake golden Buddha statue, and captured Han Chaozhang and Han Chenge to Dachen......

The past, as it was yesterday.

Time has passed, and things have changed.

Now not to mention that Han Chaozhang and Han Chenge are no longer alive, and Master Mingkong has also passed away.

The relics made by Master Mingkong and the golden tin Zen staff he used before his death were still with her, and he asked her to find his reincarnated spirit child, but she did not forget, but she never encountered it.

After the death of Han Qingsheng, who had fought with Han Qingyong for power, the floods in Western Chu were rampant, and now they are no longer as strong as before, and they are shaky and precarious in natural and man-made disasters......

Never sow good causes and reap good results, and those who harm others will eventually harm themselves.

Yunhuang wants to see who Xiang Qing can hurt in the end if he is scheming.

According to the custom, Xiang Qing should read the scriptures inscribed on the yellow silk, then sprinkle the holy water on it, and finally place the yellow silk behind the icon to symbolize the natural power.

But at this time, Xiang Qing turned around and handed Huang Aya over, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, reading the scriptures can lead to good fortune and avoid evil spirits and accumulate good luck." Your Majesty is blessed, and when you encounter this scripture, it is better for Your Majesty to read this scripture, so as to make good connections and give benevolence. ”

"Okay."

Yun Huang didn't think about it, readily agreed, took Huang Aya, got up and walked onto the high platform.

"Be careful."

The pure-hearted old fairy advised.

Yun Huang responded, stood still on the stage, slowly scanned the crowd, secretly communicated his divine sense, and summoned the golden tin Zen staff to hold it in his hand.

The nuns looked up and saw that Yunhuang's clothes were fluttering, and his demeanor was standing on the side of the holy statue, holding the yellow silk slowly unfolded, all with solemn expressions.

The yellow silk scripture in his hand has been unfolded, and the vertical ink scripture is not abnormal.

Reflecting the Buddha lamp, Yunhuang has seen it cursoryly, but it is just some verses of praying for auspiciousness.

Yun Huang was just about to read it out according to the sentence, and suddenly changed his mind, and he should always be vigilant, so as not to fall for Xiang Qing's tricks.

She searched her intestines and scraped her stomach, thinking about the Buddhist scriptures she had read in Gulong Temple before, fortunately, Su Yuzhe had forced her to memorize a few paragraphs, and she barely remembered.

At this time, the golden tin Zen staff in his hand sensed the demonic aura and magnificence, and the golden rings sounded in unison, leading to the sound of Zen and the change of wind and clouds......

Yun Huang sneered, pondered carefully, combed through the scriptures, and slowly spoke.

At this time, she was enveloped in an auspicious halo, and began to recite the scriptures with the sound of Zen coming from nine heavens away.

"Don't despise small kindness, think that there is no blessing, although the water droplets are small, gradually become larger, small goodness does not accumulate, and there is no sanctification. Don't despise small evils, think that they are innocent, and the accumulation of small evils is enough to destroy ......"

What Yunhuang read was the Buddha's "Dharma Sutra" that guided people to be good, not the scriptures that praised merit and virtue on Huang Aya.

Seeing the auspicious light of the cloud and phoenix, the gospel curling, it looks extremely lofty and majestic, the nuns were amazed, thinking that the Buddha had appeared and knelt on the ground to worship, and was sincerely afraid.

Xiang Qing stood behind Yun Huang, her fingernails clenched so hard that her palms hurt.

She looked nervously and anxiously at Yunhuang's feet, not understanding why the mechanism she had set up had not been turned on for a long time.

At the same time, she also wondered why there was a halo around Yun Huang's body, and the powerful spiritual power fluctuations made her dare not act rashly, so she could only force her composure.

Listening to Yunhuang read out the scriptures that were not written on Huang Aya, Xiang Qing couldn't help but be angry.

You know, the scriptures on the yellow silk are the words she usually uses to provoke the ferocious beast.

As soon as the scriptures were read aloud, the beast would be furious and furious......