Chapter 61, Combining Vertical and Horizontal, the Threat Approaches

The preparations for the grand ceremony were meticulous and lengthy. During this time, the temple was shrouded in a solemn and solemn atmosphere, and even the frolic among the junior disciples was rare. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*first*post"

Yun Qing originally planned to retreat quietly for a period of time to recharge his energy, and then take away the idea of ​​​​the lotus heart when the selection of the successor grabs everyone's attention. But just this morning, a major event directly interrupted her plan, and also made the preparations for the entire ceremony run quickly.

The messenger from the Temple of Heaven sent a message of worshiping the mountain, and the messenger of the Shiwanda Mountain was already on the edge of the Thirteen Obstacles.

The war in the south was lingering for a long time, because neither the Temple of Heaven nor the Shiwanda Mountain dared to fight for their lives when there were two other holy places in the Southern Continent. At the moment, Shiwandashan has strong troops but not enough strength in the rear. The strength of the Temple of Heaven is slightly weaker but the foundation is solid. They need an overwhelming force to stifle the living force of the Temple of Heaven in their growth. Therefore, it is very reasonable to seek the support of the other two holy places at this juncture.

When Yun Qing got the news, the messenger from the Temple of Heaven had already arrived at the bottom of Zizai Cliff.

"I don't know who came from the Temple of Heaven?" Yun Qing was reading the Buddhist scriptures under the blue lamp in the Jingshe. The soft light shone on her side face, and the other side was completely shrouded in shadow.

Yuan Shen said diligently, "A dozen inner disciples, and the leader is Yu Qiong. It seems that the Temple of Heaven is very sincere."

The battle on the Temple of Heaven is very tight, and the inner disciples are basically at the forefront. It is not bad to be able to squeeze out this manpower to come here.

"Then what about the 100,000 Dashan Mountain?" Yun Qing recalled the name "Yu Qiong", and he was someone he knew. She just sneaked into the Temple of Heaven and lived in the same garden with Senior Sister Yu Qiong. At that time, Senior Sister Yu took good care of her.

"This..." Yuan Shen paused for a while, "they posted on the mountain, but the people are still in the Thirteen Obstacles, and I guess they don't want to meet the Temple of Heaven."

Yun Qing nodded, her expression soft.

Seeing that she didn't blame her, Yuan Shen was relieved.

In the past few days, he has been very interested in this senior Yunqing. After all, it can be seen from the fact that Jueluan's master specially asked his disciples to recall this person, this senior Yunqing is still very hopeful to become the heir. If he can hug this thick thigh, he will not have to worry about it for the rest of his life. Yuan Shen practiced in the temple as a child, but his aptitude was very ordinary. Most of the people who came with him had already entered the inner door, and only he had not made much progress.

So he didn't want to miss an opportunity to befriend his future direct disciple anyway.

"What are the arrangements for the reception of the messenger?" Yun Qing raised her head and turned to him, then asked.

Although Yuan Shen knew that Senior Yun Qing was blind, he still did not dare to look at her. He felt that Senior Yun Qing often read the scriptures, so there must be a way to see.

"I-I don't know..." Yuan Shen's head lowered as he lowered, and an invisible pressure was exerted on him, which made him feel like he was being watched by a deep gaze. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*first*post"

Seeing that he was frightened, Yun Qing stopped looking at him and returned to the book.

"Okay, let's go." Yun Qing doesn't need him to know anything, she can find out this matter by herself.

She can't meet the person who fulfills the Temple of Heaven yet, especially when Yu Qiong still knows her. It would be even worse to meet the Shiwan Dashan. If they met, they would probably splatter three feet of blood on the spot.

Yuan Shen broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly ran out of Yunqing's Jingshe, only to bump into someone head-on.

"Amitabha, what's the hurry?" The disciple seemed to be from Luohantang, holding a vajra, tall and strong, and his skin was black and golden.

Before Yuan Shen could speak, Yun Qing took over the words: "I just reprimanded him a few times, and I was frightened, so please don't blame him."

When the disciples of Luohantang saw Yunqing's opening, they no longer cared about Yuanshen. Yuanshen bypassed him and rushed out the door, not forgetting to cast a grateful glance at Yunqing.

"Amitabha, the messenger from the Temple of Heaven has gone to the top of Zizai Cliff to pay homage to Master Jueluan. Master Jueluan has just passed on a message. Everyone in the Temple of Heaven should watch the ceremony here. After the ceremony is over, the two sides will discuss the war in the south." That Arhat Hall The disciple said in an angry voice.

Yun Qing turned a page of the book in his hand, but closed his eyes but looked at it seriously, which made the disciple of Arhat Hall feel a little weird.

"But Senior Brother Jue Luan asked you to come to me?" Yun Qing said.

The disciple of Arhat Hall nodded and replied solemnly: "Master Jue Luan said that the ceremony will be held in advance the day after tomorrow, I hope you will prepare well."

Yun Qing nodded and said gently: "Thank you for conveying, I will definitely live up to his entrustment."

The disciples of the Arhat Hall bowed and retire, leaving Yun Qing alone to shine the lonely lamp.

She closed the book and sighed: "Forget it, let's do it in advance, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Yun Qing stood up, lightly covered his eyes with his hands, and then lowered it little by little, revealing his dark eyes.

Her eyes were extremely dark, without pupils, and were eerily dark and deep. Everywhere she can see, there is a strong distortion, and things are constantly changing between birth and death, from existence to non-existence, from birth to death, every little change is projected into the book of heaven, but everything in this world is What has existed, what exists, what will exist, everything is recorded in the Book of Heaven, and nothing can escape.

Yun Qing tried his best to run the celestial book and looked towards the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. After a few breaths of time, he felt that he couldn't hold it any longer.

In this way, the information it transmits when it is running at full power is as thin as a feather, and the number is like the stars of the Milky Way. Without a powerful enough soul, it can't bear it at all.

Yun Qing sighed, several hidden rubbings were gone. It seems that Jue Luan still has a clear distinction between the importance and the importance of it. Whether it's the state of mind or the thousand-word washing marrow sutra, these are just trivial matters. Once it involves the inheritance of the idea of ​​​​the lotus heart, he will not easily hand it over to Yunqing. .

She didn't know that she had already had a face-to-face with the idea of ​​Lianxin Void Tibetan View in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion before, but passed by it.

Without the rubbings, Yunqing has only one way left, and that is to steal the originals.

The true version of the Lotus Heart Void Tibetan Conception suspended in the top barrier of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion carries the Buddhist incense for thousands of years and the breath of countless Buddhist powers, as well as the huge cause and effect of Guiling Temple for countless years. It is very fragile in itself, but it is very difficult to take it away. If she made a mistake, it would be a trivial matter if she didn't take anything away. If she broke this secret tome, she would have no life to ask Jue Luan for a rubbing.

Yun Qing thought about it and felt that it was difficult and dangerous, because she and Guiling Temple had a deadly feud when they touched this secret book.

However, as long as Aman's plan goes well, escaping from Guiling Temple is only difficult, not impossible.

She blew out the lights, and the quiet night couldn't hide the little cold light on the glass cup.

On the second day, the preparations for the ceremony were done almost as quickly as possible, because the dozen or so inner disciples of the Temple of Heaven couldn’t wait. Return to the front lines to support humanitarian forces.

Yun Qing stayed behind closed doors in the Jingshe all day, but this was also her normal state, so it didn't cause any suspicion.

It was night, Jue Luan came down from the top of Zizai Cliff, and discussed Taoism with Yu Qiong until the next morning, his consciousness firmly covered the entire Guiling Temple, and Yun Qing could not find a single loophole.

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She quietly stayed in the room to meditate and practice, unmoved.

In the early morning of the next day, a young novice knocked on her door and said loudly, "Senior Yunqing, the ceremony has begun. Master Jueluan summoned you to come over."

Yun Qing opened the door, the scarlet monk's robe was replaced by a plain colored sacrificial uniform, and she held a small glass cup in her hand. She chuckled and said, "Thank you for letting me know."

The little novice was a little embarrassed, and was about to answer when suddenly he fell to the ground in black.

Yun Qing put the little monk down and put it into the house, but he walked towards the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion calmly.

It's about to start.

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In Mianfeng Gallery, Zheng Zhenzhen nibbled fruit while soaking in the cold pool.

There is no wine jar under the peach blossom tree, and there is no figure of Jiuhuan. Since that Qingxuzi came, Senior Jinghua and Senior Jiuhuan seemed a little wary. She couldn't help with these things, she could only try not to cause trouble for the two of them.

Suddenly, a colorful shadow of a letter bird appeared on her chest.

"Come to Jieshan."

Zheng Zhenzhen saw the letter bird spit out these words and jumped up from the cold pool, and knocked over the fruit plate.

Yun Qing has always carried the letter bird on the Temple of Heaven. This thing can speak with human tongue, and it is vivid when it learns to speak. Maybe it can be used anytime, so Yun Qing did not throw it away. When she redefined the boundary mountain two years ago, she cast this phantom on Zheng Zhenzhen, just waiting to use it today.

The bird also learned a seven-point image of Yun Qing's lukewarm tone, and Zheng Zhenzhen almost cried when he heard it. She quickly put on her clothes and ran down the mountain, without telling Jinghua and the others that she had a hunch that the time to part had come.

Zheng Zhenzhen has already finished washing the marrow and cutting the bones. In the past two years, if nothing else, he has learned a lot of light kung fu, and he can run fast even in this vast snow.

As she ran, she stared to the north with wide eyes, fully thinking that she would see Yun Qing in the next second, but when she walked to the foot of Jie Mountain, she saw only a big man with thick white snow on his body.

"Aman?!"

He was tall and looked like he had been standing there for a long time, covered in snow, like a straight pine tree.

Aman smiled foolishly at her, and pulled away his animal skin coat at once.

Zheng Zhenzhen was startled, Aman's tight muscles were branded with dark magic marks, she looked at it for a long time and said, "What is this?"

Aman still smiled stupidly.

Zheng Zhenzhen pondered for a long time, and was thinking about whether to lose some zhenqi to go in, the phantom of the letter bird flew to Aman.

The dark magic pattern began to twist and change wildly, struggling on Aman's skin, and finally climbed down like a living snake. The magic pattern fell on the ground and condensed into a thin sheet of paper on which two paragraphs were written in incomprehensible ancient characters.

"Give it to Mianfeng Gallery, then come back here and follow Aman."

This was the last sentence that the letter bird phantom said. It consumed the strength accumulated in the past two years, and then disappeared into a blue feather.

Zheng Zhenzhen pinched this thin piece of paper, feeling extremely nervous. She has never done anything bad in her life, and she is uneasy at the moment, always feeling that this piece of paper might bring about some bad consequences.

But the content on this piece of paper may be related to Yun Qing's escape from the pursuit of several holy places, so she can't leave it alone even if she is uneasy.

She didn't notice that Amang, who was grinning beside him, was staring at her without blinking. This look was different from Amang's usual ignorance, which looked deep and dark.

Zheng Zhenzhen gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, I'll be right back!"

She quickly ran back towards Jieyou Cliff, her thin figure submerged in the wind and snow.

At this time, Yun Qing, who was far away in Guiling Temple, gently touched the prohibition of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and the corner of her mouth showed a soft and peaceful arc. She had just seen Zheng Zhenzhen's hesitant and restless appearance through Aman's eyes, as long as Zheng Zhenzhen showed A little bit unwilling, as long as she hesitates for a little longer...

Then Aman's hand would break her neck.

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