The early spring of Bashu is damp and cold, humid, and there is a lot of rain, at this time the heavy rain continues, and the Tangjiabao is quiet, only the sound of heavy rain beating on the eaves.

In a study, Tang Ming stood by the window with his hands in his hands, quietly listening to the rain.

Tangjiabao is now like a lamb besieged by wolves, no one wants to be the first to take the lead, and will only do some shady things behind his back.

Those so-called famous and decent people also want to take advantage of the fire to rob, just like the Yin Corpse Sect and the Demon Sect.

"Bullshit's decent!" Tang Ming slapped his palm on the window eaves, and the entire window eaves shattered instantly.

"You forced me!

A man in black half-knelt behind Tang Ming.

"What do you command?"

Tang Ming squinted his eyes and said: "Pass my order, three days later, the gate of Tangjiabao will be open and invite heroes from all over the world to gather in the fort!"

"Yes!" the man in black slowly retreated.

"The Tang family has not been born for a hundred years, and some people seem to have forgotten!"

On this day, Tang Mingguang, the owner of Tang Family Fort, posted a heroic post and invited the heroes of the rivers and lakes to go to the fort to gather.

The major forces on the rivers and lakes are ready to move.

In the Haoqi Pavilion, Baili Haoran supported his face with one hand on the high seat.

"Hehe! Tang Ming couldn't help it after all, but doing so would only speed up the demise of Tangjiabao!"

In the Sword Pavilion of the North Scale Sword Pool, Luo Jian Mountain sat cross-legged on a futon, and the "Ice Flame Frost Spirit" around him exuded a faint cold flame light.

Outside the door, Luo Chen bowed down and shouted, "Master, the lord of Tang Family Fort has invited the world's heroes to gather, what should we do with Beilan?"

Luo Jianshan shook his head and sighed lightly, "Don't go! Order the disciples under the mountain to return to the mountain as soon as possible, and not stay in the outside world!"

"Yes!"

"Alas, is the bottom of the kettle taking a salary? Who is harming the Tang family?"

Taixuanmen, as one of the holy places of Taoism, although it is one of the eight major schools of the rivers and lakes, but it is incompatible with the rivers and lakes.

At the highest point of Taixuan Peak, Zhang Mengyi, the head of Taixuan, stood alone in the sea of clouds, he was carrying a sword box, there was a streamer rotating on the sword box, there were two swords in the box, one Tai, two Ji, Taiji double swords did not enter the list of divine soldiers, not that he couldn't, but he didn't want to.

Zhang Mengyi stood on top of the sea of clouds, letting the wind blow, he was still as steady as Mount Tai, and even the Moqing robe on his body did not move at all.

He twisted his beard and sighed: "If you want to live forever, why don't you come to my Taixuan Mountain to practice the Dao Method? On the contrary, it will make the rivers and lakes restless?

Crazy Knife Villa, as the second powerful force in the rivers and lakes besides the Cold Knife Sect, has been suppressed by Cold Knife Nie Han for all these years, and it was not until Nie Han disappeared that Crazy Knife Villa eased up.

In the Crazy Knife Villa, the owner of the village, Xue Ba, threw a chicken leg that had been gnawed most of it on a person next to him and scolded: "Ge Laozi, let's use the knife to grab that broken sword!

Ice and Snow Villa, although there is the word ice and snow, but the village is like spring all year round, some people joke that Ice and Snow Villa is afraid that it is not that they have never seen snow to take the word ice and snow.

In any case, as one of the eight major sects, the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa at its peak was stronger than the North Scale Sword Pool, but the owner of the village, Xue Shuiqing, retreated to the mountain villa after the first battle, and since then there has been no news, and the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa has gradually gone downhill.

In the village, in a quiet bamboo hut, Xue Fengchen walked up to a withered old man sitting cross-legged with the ninth "water cold" in his hand, and he said hoarsely: "Father! The child is going to Bashu no matter whether the news is true or not, the child is willing to give it a try, and the father is waiting for the good news of the child!"

Xue Fengchen bowed and turned to leave, and then the withered old man said intermittently: "Chen... Child.. Mo.. Go!" It's a pity that Xue Fengchen is long gone.

Feihua Palace, all women in the palace, the previous palace lord Hua Linxian, and the contemporary creation queen Yueji are called the two immortals of Huayue.

Later, Hua Linxian was trapped by love and went into hiding in the Feihua Palace, and he had not been born for thirty years.

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Somewhere in Nanyang, an underground palace is gloomy, the dim candlelight on both sides is constantly flickering, and above the main hall, there is a white bone throne, and there is a man who can't see his face clearly.

But the man spoke, "Where is Hades?"

His Royal Highness had a dwarf man, and the man held a black wooden flute and said respectfully: "Lord Muslim, Lord Hades has rushed to the land of Bashu!"

The man on the high seat snorted, and the hall returned to silence.

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On this day, Zhao Wushuang took Wan'er Xuejian to visit the White Horse Temple, one of the eight scenic spots in the Eastern Capital, as the first ancient temple in the world, the White Horse Temple, was built in the early Shang and Zhou dynasties, when the Shang and Zhou Gaozu Emperor Liu Jiye dreamed of the golden armor gods, the second day Gaozu asked the ministers, and the knowledgeable ministers told the Gaozu Emperor that His Majesty dreamed of the gods named "Buddha" in the Tianzhu Kingdom of the Western Regions.

Emperor Gaozu listened to the dragon Yan Dayue, so he sent people to the Western Regions to seek Buddha, a group of people over the mountains and mountains to the Western Regions, met two Tianzhu Shamen, Mo Teng and Flang, and finally invited the two to Shang Zhou, a group of people with white horses carrying Buddhist scriptures and Buddha statues back to the Eastern Capital.

In the second year, Emperor Gaozu decreed that according to the Tianzhu style, he built a fine house for Morteng and Flange to live, and called it the White Horse Temple, and the name of the White Horse has been passed down to this day.

Zhao Wushuang and the three of them walked into the mountain gate, and what caught their eyes was the stone tablets on both sides, and the stone tablets on the east side were engraved with the "Ancestral Monument of the White Horse Temple in the Eastern Capital", which was written by the monks.

Zhao Wushuang said with a smile: "This White Horse Temple has a fate with us! It was still invited from our Western Regions!"

Wan'er raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Then we have to watch it well!"

The three of them walked through the Tianwang Palace, came to the main hall of the White Horse Temple, in the hall Shakyamuni sat on the lotus platform, the right hand held the flower, the two disciples of Jiaye and Ananda stood next to them, Manjushri and Fuxian two Bodhisattvas sat in columns, and the two heavenly queens served. The incense case is full of five offerings, the bells and drums on the left and right are hung high, the curtain tent is hanging, the thin group is arranged, solemn and solemn.

The three of them looked at the golden Shakyamuni and sighed.

Zhao Wushuang folded his hands and took the incense candle handed over by the monk, and bowed to Jin Xiangyuan three times.

At this time, a monk wearing a red robe slowly came to Zhao Wushuang and saluted the three of them with their hands folded.

The surrounding monks clasped their hands together and said, "I've seen the abbot!"

Zhao Wushuang was taken aback, and hurriedly replied: "Amitabha!

Wan'er Xue saw that she was also busy returning the gift.

The abbot smiled and said: "The poor monk's name is Huitong, and I have seen three donors!"

After that, that Huitong looked at Zhao Wushuang, his brows furrowed a little, and Zhao Wushuang was puzzled: "Master Huitong, do you have any opinions?"

I saw Huitong fold his hands and chant Amitabha, "The donor's life doesn't seem to be very good!"

Zhao Wushuang's pupils shrank, and then he smiled: "Master has good eyesight." ”

Huitong recited Amitabha Buddha again, "The benefactor is the Heavenly Evil Lone Star Personality, the Heavenly Evil One, the Lonely Star, the Lonely Star, the Lonely Star." The sky is shattered, and the lonely star is coming, and the six relatives of the lonely family die in all directions.

"The parents' palace is seven killings, and the family is doomed. The brothers' palace is to break the army, to make friends, to turn against each other, and the husband and wife palace is a greedy wolf, and the beloved person died unexpectedly!"

Wan'er was furious: "Don't be a bald donkey, don't talk nonsense!"

The surrounding monks came forward one after another, "Bold!"

Smartcom waved his hand.

Zhao Wushuang shook his head and smiled: "Wan'er must not be rude!"

Wan'er's eyes were red, and she stood silently behind Wushuang.

Zhao Wushuang bowed down and said, "I'll make amends for her for the master!"

Huitong returned the salute: "The donor is polite!

"No! What the master said is very right! It is indeed the Heavenly Evil Lone Star below!" Zhao Wushuang turned around and pulled Wan'er Xue to leave.

When he walked to the door, Zhao Wushuang turned around and smiled: "But if Lone Star follows his orders, I will break it with a sword!"

Huitong was stunned for a moment, and then folded his hands for a long time without saying a word.