Lin Xueshu's question is no longer followed, whether the Tianlong Society really made a big bet and bet on an uncertain Qingxuan Sword Sect, the truth is unknown, the various sects of the Muru Temple Society suffered heavy casualties, but it finally stopped Liu Weiji's ambitious conspiracy.

This night's shock, the people on the entire Muru Mountain stayed awake all night, and the disciples of various factions were worried, for fear that the Heavenly Dragon Society would take advantage of the aftermath to launch a surprise attack.

Huiping old monk did not know when to leave Wanfoping, returned to the residence alone, just walked into the courtyard to see the room there is candlelight flickering, Huiping monk pushed the door in, only to see a blood-stained robe of the son sitting on the edge of the bed, the palm of his right hand scarlet touching, and lying on the bed a purple-clothed scarlet sleeping woman.

Seeing that the person who came was an old monk in gray who had been waiting for a long time, the plain-robed prince hurriedly got up and bowed his hand respectfully: "Master, are you here?"

The Huiping monk clasped his palms and saluted: "Amitabha, the poor monk has seen His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

"This is a river and a lake, not a temple, so the master doesn't have to be polite. The boy in the plain robe hurriedly supported the old monk and said.

"Your Highness can get the dragon vein lock?" asked the monk Huiping.

"Got it. Long Haotian took out a palm-sized golden lock from his arms.

The moment the golden lock was taken out, the clear eyes of the gray-clothed old monk actually rippled, and he said calmly: " Amitabha, the poor monk once heard the teacher said, hundreds of years ago the war continued, in the south of the Yangtze River tragic death of more than a million souls, gourd mouth battle, 300,000 unjust souls sank to the bottom of the river, causing the heaven and earth to mourn, and later the Liang into the lord of Chang'an the world is determined, a hundred wastes to be revived, the luck of the south of the Yangtze River is withering, natural disasters one after another, the epidemic is raging and the mob is everywhere, which makes the new dynasty that has just entered Chang'an to recuperate and recuperate, Taizong resolutely decided to bury the dragon vein lock of the national fortune of the Liang Liang in Muru Mountain, and deter the south of the Yangtze River with the luck of the true dragon son of heaven, not only to ensure the prosperity of Muru Temple for a hundred years, but also to make Muru Mountain become the place of dragon veins in the land of Longxing, and the purple gas in a radius of hundreds of miles gathers in Muru Temple, only then can there be the image of the Buddha's light shining, and the luck of the south of the Yangtze River has also shifted from this star, and the 300,000 unjust souls in the gourd mouth have also stabilized their duties. ”

"The master has said that there is no Muru Temple to guard the dragon vein for the Son of Heaven, how can the luck of the beam be prosperous for a hundred years. The plain-robed boy gently stroked it with his fingers, and the golden lock that was made with the Liang Guoyun Department seemed to tremble slightly.

The gray-clothed old monk shook his head and said: "The rise and fall of the world, the people of the country are responsible, Muru Temple, as the first Buddhist door in the world, is worshiped by the world's Buddhists, and it should bear this responsibility." ”

The boy in the robe retracted the finger that had stroked the golden lock, but the golden lock was still faintly moving, the boy in the plain robe and the old monk in gray were all silent, the reason why the dragon vein lock was faintly trembling was because the body of the prince in the robe had the atmosphere of the true dragon emperor, so the dragon vein lock that locked the national fortune would give birth to such a 'bold' awe.

The plain robe boy smiled and said regretfully: "To outsiders, Muru Temple is indeed infinitely beautiful, and the Buddha's light shines on the blessed world, but how can others know the bitterness and suffering inside." ”

"Amitabha. The gray-clothed old monk was slightly surprised, but he didn't show the slightest surprise, raised his head and his eyes flickered, looking at the young man in the plain robe in front of him whose true identity was shattered.

The prince of the robe said: "The dragon vein lock has always been the weather of the true dragon emperor, since Emperor Taizong buried the dragon vein lock in Mu Rushan, Mu Rushan has become the place where the dragon veins of the beam gather, swallowing the sky and the sea is all-encompassing, and at the same time the light of the Buddha is shining in Mu Rushan, the dragon vein lock is also crazy to wade into the luck of Mu Rushan, this hundred."

Over the years, Daliao has repeatedly violated the border, and there are vassal kings in the territory to divide the reef and rise, but the national fortune of the Great Liang has not diminished at all, and the father and I have tacitly understood it, this is because the Muru Temple recklessly exchanged luck to keep the national fortune of the Great Liang shaken but not fall, but now the national fortune of the Great Liang is declining, which also means that the luck of the Muru Temple has dried up to the bottom, and gradually began to be powerless to this devastated hole, in other words, even the Muru Temple began to crumble. ”

The gray-clothed old monk shook his head again, his hands drooped slightly and said: "This is not the worry of the poor monk, Muru Temple is not only the first Buddhist door in the world, but also occupies a seat in the five major schools of the rivers and lakes, but Muru Temple has never been in the realm of Taoism, and the reason why Muru Temple has become the first Buddhist door in the world is the reason why Muru Temple has become the first Buddhist door in the world. ”

"Amitabha, it's just... The gray-robed monk frowned deeply into a line: "The world only knows that after the completion of the North Buddha in Muru Temple, the wind and waves in the gourd mouth are calm, and the south of the Yangtze River is like the Buddha blessed with singing and dancing, but I don't know that the original intention of the construction of the Buddha was to cover up the secret of the dragon vein lock buried in the Muru Mountain, and the weather number is involved in moving the whole body. ”

The prince of the plain robe sighed lightly, and carefully put away the dragon vein lock: "This time the dragon vein moved back to Chang'an is really a helpless move, if the dragon vein lock falls into the hands of my uncle Wang, then the luck of the entire beam will be inclined to the south of the Yangtze River, when my uncle Wang occupies the right time, place and people, will definitely take advantage of internal and external troubles to set off thousands of waves, the world will inevitably encounter a hundred years ago The life of the people will be miserable." ”

The gray-clothed old monk closed his eyes and repeated the chanting of Amitabha Buddha, bowed slightly with his hands and said, "The dragon vein lock is deeply locked by the true dragon son of heaven, after all, only the Zhao family can unlock and lock the dragon vein lock, knowing that this trip is extremely dangerous, but His Royal Highness is fearless and unswerving, and he secretly goes to Jiangnan to take the dragon vein lock, so I don't go to hell who goes to hell for the spirit, the poor monk is really admired." ”

This time, the plain robe boy did not stop the worship of the great Buddha, and said with a wry smile: "The master is serious, the common people in the world are one of them, and the body is the other. ”

The gray-clothed old monk surprisingly spat out half a smile, and said after a long silence: "The Tianlong Society has a good relationship with Wu Wangfu, and tonight's Muru Temple is only afraid that it will spread all over Yangzhou City tomorrow, since the dragon vein lock has been obtained, His Royal Highness should return to Beijing quickly, so as not to have a long night and many dreams." ”

The plain-robed boy's expression changed slightly, he looked at the woman in purple who was fainting on the bed, and said in a deep tone: "I'm afraid it's not okay." ”

The eyes of the old monk Huiping also fell to the purple clothes.

"This stupid girl in order to save me, forced to bear Liu Weiji's killing move, although Liu Weiji has not used all his strength, but after all, it is the power of the Taifeng realm, although she was lucky to save her life, but the meridians are chaotic, it is estimated that she was messed up by that killing move, repeatedly fever and fainting, I am afraid that she will pull down the root of the disease, and ask the master to diagnose. The plain-robed boy arched his hand and said.

After the monk Huiping auscultated the pulse, he said with a surprised face: "Amitabha, it's weird, her heart is obviously broken, but why did she recover so quickly?"

"It's really shocking to say that I broke out in a cold sweat, thanks to Bai Yun Shaoxia's rescue. The plain-robed boy added: "It is the disciple of Jixia who was framed by Tong Qingyao. ”

The old monk Huiping was silent and waited for the following.

The boy in the plain robe thought for a while and said: "At that time, my maid was seriously injured, her life was hanging by a thread, and she was about to return to the sky, Bai Yun hurriedly took out half a sour black medicine pill and fed her to eat, saying that it had the miraculous effect of saving her life, but I didn't expect that after eating it, I really pulled my maid back from the ghost gate, and the situation was urgent, thinking that the strange medicine pill was mostly the unique secret medicine of Jixia Mountain, so I didn't ask much." ”

After hearing this, the old monk Huiping frowned inconspicuously, and the strange medicine pill that smelled incomparably and could still protect a person The old monk's heart inexplicably swept over a yellow-robed figure.

"Master, how is the injury of my maid?" Seeing that the monk Huiping had a solemn expression and was silent, an ominous perception rushed up, so he asked anxiously.

"Amitabha, it is estimated that the power of that miraculous medicine has taken effect, and this girl's injuries are no longer serious. Huiping monk said: "Repeated syncope and fever are probably also caused by the power of medicine, only need to be treated with traditional Chinese medicine for seven days to be cured, but these seven days have to be bed to recuperate, never get out of bed and walk around, otherwise the body will pull down the root of the disease." ”

The plain-robed boy smiled comfortably: "Thank you, master." ”

"Your Highness wants to wait until this girl recovers before returning to Beijing?" asked the monk Huiping.

The plain-robed boy glanced at the scarlet purple robe and nodded.

In the early morning, the bell of Muru Temple is like rippling ripples, spreading layer by layer in the mountains and forests, the whole Muru Temple is lifeless, the fear left behind after the bloody fog is still the same big net shrouded in Muru Temple, the morning sun has not dispersed much, and the bloody gas on the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping has faded a lot, the scene of flesh and blood flying corpses everywhere last night, in a group of Muru Temple monks have been busy all night has been refreshed, even the dry blood stains on the ping platform have been cleaned clean.

Due to the shock last night, Muru Temple was closed to the public again for seven days, and some pious pilgrims who came to the mountain were just about to go up the mountain by the monks who guarded the mountain to tell the news, and had no choice but to return in disappointment.

After disposing of the body of the man in black, the disciples of all factions who died in this battle were buried in the Buddhist mausoleum of the sect in Muru Temple. The disciples of Huayinmen and Fuxue Villa who survived the war hurried back to the sect after settling down with the funeral of their fellow sects

Reporting the tragic news of the Muru Temple meeting, the two disciples originally wanted to bring the same door that died in the war back to the sect for burial, but Huayin Gate and Fuxue Mountain Villa are far away from the Muru Temple, whether they can bring the remains of the same door back to the sect intact is a big problem, and the Huiping monk personally came forward to chant for the decent disciples who died tragically, and the Muru Temple is the first Buddhist door in the world, and the Buddha Mausoleum of the Muru Temple Sect is protected by ten thousand Buddhas, and it can be regarded as a place for the soul of the same door who died tragically.

In last night's battle, not only did the man in black suddenly attack and kill, but even the Qingxuan Sword Sect also fought back, and the two disciples of Jixia who died almost didn't see how the long sword penetrated through their chests and backs, and they had already fallen in a pool of scarlet blood.