Chapter 864 (1/2)
Huashan, the place where the three Notre dames are suppressed in the legend of Baolian lamp, the place where Chenxiang splits the mountain to save her mother.
I don't know if there are Chenxiang and the three Notre Dame in this world, but there are Huashan, which is similar to Huashan in the real world to a large extent. I don't know whether it's coincidence or system.
The West peak of Huashan Mountain is like the back of a dagger across the earth. The peak is like the handle of a dagger. There is a temple built on it. There is no one left.
Zhu Mingkang was placed here.
Anyang is covered with blood and comes back from outside.
He went to the temple from one end of the peak ridge. The back like peak ridge itself was hard rock. There was only a flat road carved by a mason with a chisel on it. There was no guardrail and it was thousands of kilometers long. Walking on it was like playing extreme sports. If you slip your foot a little, you will fall into the abyss.
Anyang is not afraid of falling. He walked steadily, like walking on the land, step by step on the ridge to the temple.
It's dusk. The clouds are all under your feet. The sky is full of blue. The sky is golden by the setting sun. The clouds under your feet are also colorful. A person in such a scene down in the steep straight peak ridge, full of mood is to ascend to the sky.
The mountain in front of us is golden, and it's far less peaceful than it looks. On the contrary, the wind on the mountain is very strong, which makes the pine forest in the rear rattle. People also feel like they are going to fall off the cliff.
Anyang's face is calm, his hair is lifted by the wind, but his steps are steady and calm, and he gradually reaches the center of the peak ridge.
From the perspective, a person walking on the golden ridge, a flower, a grass, a tree and a wood, even the temple on the top of Xifeng, which is illuminated by the golden light, all constitute a magnificent scene.
Unfortunately, the parties did not want to watch.
With a squeak, Anyang opened the temple gate.
There was a smell of rice porridge. Zhu Mingkang lived alone and cooked some porridge when he was away. Fortunately, he's used to marching and fighting, and he's not picky about food. He can devour anything that's hot enough to fill his stomach!
”How is it? Go to heaven. ” Zhu Mingkang asked him in a deep voice with a white porcelain bowl made in Jingdezhen.
Looking at the heavy riding general, Anyang looks a little trance, then shakes his head.
In fact, he has been in the world for so long, and has known the power system and the history. He can feel that if he can talk about fighting against Buddha, the fight against the immortal devil palace will probably end soon, and it will end with a successful result!
Unfortunately, the three people that peeping Tianpan found before he defeated Buddha and became a Buddha were just three mortals, just like the rude man with a bowl of porridge in front of him.
Zhu Mingkang is tall and powerful. He also has the violence of killing. He can scare ordinary people easily without anger. But what can he do in the face of the immortal devil's palace? I'm afraid that the most humble demon will be able to crush him to death with one finger.
After a pause, he still opened his mouth and said, ”although I still haven't found the golden arhat and Bodhisattva Guangli this time, I have learned about them.”
”Oh? What's the news? ”
”They had nothing to do with the first world war that day.”
”That's good. If there aren't several Bodhisattvas, I don't know when those damned odds and ends will be cleaned up!” Zhu Mingkang already knows something about the immortal magic palace.
He has been walking with Anyang these days, and Anyang will talk to him from time to time. On the one hand, Anyang wants to trace that tiny possibility and let his Buddha nature recover. On the other hand, it's really boring these days. It's not easy to catch someone who can talk. He's also falling in love with the situation.
But at this time, Anyang heard only one voice -
”this is the person you found?”
”Who?”
Anyang immediately turned around and saw a white dragon in a green robe on a white background standing in the main hall of the temple, looking at three statues of Sanqing on the throne.
Anyang was surprised that he didn't realize it and took it for granted, but he quickly reacted and said, ”Bodhisattva, you are here at last.”
Zhu Mingkang was stunned. Like Anyang, he put his hands together. He said with some restraint, ”there is no amitabha in the south.”
”There is no amitabha in the south.” White dragon took back his eyes from the statue of Sanqing, and he also saluted them with his hands folded ten times, without any lofty posture. And this is the first time he recited the Buddha's name in front of Anyang to give the Buddha's gift. ”A few days ago, after the battle with the demon king of the immortality demon palace in xiniuhezhou, there were some things to be busy, and they were delayed until now.”
”I see. What about monk Sha?”
”Elder martial brother Sha will soon It has arrived. ”
As soon as the voice fell, there was a flash of light, or even the shape of the light. A huge figure in dark blue clothes appeared in the main hall of the temple.
It's monk Sha!
Shaseng nodded to him with his silent hands folded, then looked at Zhu Mingkang beside Anyang.
Anyang is about to talk, but suddenly seems to feel something and turns around.I saw a brightly dressed figure sitting on the beam behind him. He looked like he was in his teens. He had a pretty face, but he had no expression. He was injured. He was wearing a pair of extremely delicate armor. His arm was wrapped in a red damask, and he was playing with a chopstick like pointed stick in one hand.
He looked at Anyang coldly. Seeing Anyang, he just grinned and said, ”I feel very sharp.”