Ever since Prince Pingxi moved in, the Bamboo Grove Abode of Xitan Temple has become a place that no one should approach. It is guarded by armored soldiers day and night. During this period, countless followers like bees and butterflies were inevitably snooping around, but Prince Pingxi's residence was all-pervasive.

Defense and ruthless methods are enough to teach these people a lesson.

Therefore, no matter how noisy and noisy the outside world is, even if a large number of people with unknown intentions swarm into the Sittan Temple, the Bamboo Grove Abode today will always be a scene of birds chirping, insects chirping, and calm.

Everyone in Pingxi Palace knows that this princess, who is famous all over the world and loved by Wu Sangui, has always liked peace and quiet. Apart from talking to her personal maid, she never has much contact with the outside world, which makes this lonely subject.

Doting on the princess is like a beautiful white porcelain Guanyin statue.

The most restless martial arts people, however, stayed away from the famous Princess Pingxi. Among the countless masters of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Pingxi Palace, the one with the highest martial arts skills was Hu Yizhi, the King of Yum Sheng Sword. Hu Yizhi also had a crush on Chen Yuanyuan.

Protected in every possible way, if anyone dared to talk too much about Chen Yuanyuan, his legs would be broken mercilessly by him.

Even the Yum Sword King, who has extraordinary weapons and infatuation, has not been able to convince Chen Yuanyuan of his ten years in the government. Others do not have the power of Wu Sangui, nor the martial arts of Hu Yizhi, nor those who have worked so hard to win attention.

The noble man is extremely capable, and over time he will naturally give up completely.

Orioles are chirping in the spacious mountainside yard, the incense is rising in the elegant building, and the birds are lingering. Looking out the window, there is a stunning beauty, with a cold face, writing in beautiful small regular script on the paper, and the red sleeves are inviting.

Immerse yourself in an ethereal fairyland.

"Madam, who did you say that Jiang Liu'er appeared last night?"

The maid with a hideous half face was polishing ink at the side. At this time, the two of them were chatting in an unruly manner, with only the gentle breeze coming and blowing by slowly without any trace of fireworks.

"He said he is from Jingnan Palace, so he is from Jingnan Palace."

Chen Yuanyuan spoke coldly, occasionally glancing at the small sedan in the courtyard. In this way, she occupied the most beautiful part of the picture, making it impossible to see the situation in the room.

"But I always feel that it's not that simple. Last night in Yixuan, although he was always trying to show off his opposition to the King of Miaobao, his hidden intention seemed to be for Prince Pingxi's palace."

"how you said that?"

"Such a lady, Xu Chongzhen, the Eight Immortals Swordsman, has already identified privately. This Jiang Liu'er is the master swordsman their brothers met at the foot of the mountain. Since last time, this Jiang Liu'er was able to ignore the name of Prince Pingxi and steal the ancient book,

Manuscript, you may not dare to fight with swords again this time."

"Well. There are so many masters sent by the palace, no one can take him down?"

"The number of martial arts people recruited by Prince Pingxi's Mansion can be counted with one hand. Now among the four masters, Huang Liang and Jian Fu are so confused that they only focus on what they are doing in the Xitan Temple.

They were circling around the old monk, looking for any chance of the 'Two Immortals of the Turtle and the Crane'. The two brothers Xu Chongzhen always spoke without distinguishing between true and false. Only King He Dao was still loyal."

"Then let King He Dao go."

"This is difficult. King He Dao was seriously injured by someone's finger force last time, and now even if he wants to take action, he can't do it. If you follow what the Eight Immortals Swordsman Xu Chongzhen said, if you really want to take down this Jiang Liu'er, you must let Prince Pingxi's Mansion

The people and horses they brought swarmed up, otherwise we might not be able to do anything to this person."

Chen Yuanyuan slowly stopped writing, as if her mind was disturbed by this series of sudden questions. First her eyes wandered, then she frowned slightly, and gently put the rabbit hair on the pen stand to dry.

"Huang Liang, Jian Fu is trying to find out, and frankly said that the martial arts of several old monks are gone. However, regarding this matter, I did not agree with the poisoning at the beginning."

She straightened up like a bird, leaning back on the cushioned couch, "You secretly guessed that this master of swordsmanship had gone down the mountain, so you tried your best to deal with the reclusive master in Xitan Temple. The poisoning method was disgraceful before, but now

The other party stands up for the elders of the sect, how can such grudges be easily resolved?"

The maidservant, half of her face disfigured, hesitated to speak, but her guesses were the same. She only thought that Jiang Wen appeared again now to avenge the six old monks who were "poisoned to spread the power" - the poison she had given

I understand that I thought I had solved the most difficult person to deal with in Sidtan Temple, but I didn't expect to provoke another little one.

Things in the world often lead to the same goal by different paths. They were deducing their guesses here, and they never expected that the person Jiang Wen cared about was Luo Shuang'er who was really affected by the poison. The other old monks had no martial arts in the first place, but no matter what the reasons were, the consequences were...

It's the same. Just as they guessed, Jiang Wen's purpose of coming back this time is to do right by Heping Xiwangfu.

"Madam, there is nothing we can do about the matter at this point. Pingxi Palace has invested so much manpower in Jizu Mountain, so we can't just go back empty-handed. Just this month, the dozen or so experts brought by Xu Chongzhen have been in Jizu Mountain for no apparent reason.

The mountain yin is completely destroyed, and only the two of them are safe and sound. Is it true that there are corpses and ghosts on the mountain like the mountain people say?"

Chen Yuanyuan closed the book in front of her, frowned and looked out the window, with a clear view of her slim neck and waist, but her eyes were full of complicated expressions.

"There are countless deserted temples and buildings in Jizushanyin, which were all destroyed overnight between the Song and Yuan Dynasties. It is said that the corpses of old monks who have been dead for a long time are so scattered that they are buried in a hurry before they can be incinerated. From time to time, beggars' hands and feet emerge from the stupas.

It was not until the strange monk heard that the monk wrote the Lotus Sutra with blood on the tip of his tongue that he suppressed these abnormal phenomena. The previous hasty sending of people deep into the place was probably a disaster rather than a blessing."

If it hadn't been for the various news coming from Prince Pingxi's palace, the maid would not have believed that a Buddhist kingdom like Jizu Mountain would hide so many elusive and strange things.

The maid looked at the ancient book in Chen Yuanyuan's hand. It was a book of unknown origin that was entirely handwritten. Because it changed hands too many times, the writing was obliterated and the threads were loose.

This strange book titled "The Unknown Unofficial History of Nanzhao" was clearly written by Mr. Yang Shen, a famous scholar in the Ming Dynasty. However, the content of the record stretches back to the Wanli period. It is obviously wrong and cannot be concealed. However, after Chen Yuanyuan got it, he

I read it day and night, and even couldn't put it down, copying it separately, studying the contents that I could no longer distinguish.

Everyone thought that Princess Pingxi, who usually lived in seclusion, took the initiative to travel this time to help Pingxi King Wu Sangui solve his problems, but she was the only one who knew best that Chen Yuanyuan had paid attention to it early after getting this strange book "The Unknown History of Nanzhao" in Chengdu.

The force is concentrated on Jizu Mountain...

"Madam, Jiang Liu'er's whereabouts are also quite strange. He was going to compete with His Holiness Miaobao the next day, but today it is said that he took the initiative to invite His Holiness Miaobao to chat. It is said that the two of them had a very happy conversation. There was also the woman who was traveling with him.

, the behavior is not right either..."

The maid wanted to say something else, but Chen Yuanyuan had no interest in responding. As usual, she tore the copied rice paper into pieces with her delicate hands, threw it into the bamboo stove that warmed her hands, and cut it off.

The second half of the words of the disfigured maid who hesitated to speak.

"If Guanyin's phantom is not here, I don't know where to look for it..."

Chen Yuanyuan looked back at the room, her eyes filled with deep love and uncontrollable despair. This made the maid suddenly see the light rain of apricot blossoms on the trees, but the sky was so dense that they had arrived.

The ink color of the beautiful eyelashes makes it almost impossible to escape by chance from the heavy rain——

The world is so vast, is there really a place to escape?

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Discussions about Jiang Liu'er were not only circulated among the people of Pingxi Palace, but even the Karma Kagyu sect's Zanshan and Dharma protectors who lived in the Three Holy Temples were full of doubts about this figure who appeared out of thin air.

His Dharma King traveled thousands of miles to come to Jizu Mountain in order to take away the "Huayan Great Repentance Sutra" to help him break through the shackles of his cultivation and directly realize Bodhi. However, the appearance of Jiang Liu'er suddenly killed him.

Everyone was caught off guard.

"Son, where have you run away?! Dad brought you here specially to see the Dharma King for enlightenment. He will help you read sutras and gain enlightenment, so I don't have to worry so much."

Ever since he received the teachings from the Dharma King Miaobao that day, Tang Yuanwai believed that the person in front of him was an enlightened monk, so he waited outside the Huayan Three Temples every day to ask for an audience. Today, while scolding his only son for playing and having fun, he was still looking forward to it.

Someone can come to open the door, but they don't know that someone has already got in first.

Being bored under the shade of the tree, the son of Mr. Tang's wife said disapprovingly: "Dad, I think the Dharma King is not at home at all. Just let me go out to play. I'm afraid the little sister is still waiting for me today."

"What sister! Don't you have something serious to do every day? I didn't see you yesterday. Don't be fooled by the little nun in the temple."

Tang Yuanwai was still talking rudely, but his son was not happy after hearing this: "Dad, where did the nun in the monk's temple come from... Although that sister is taciturn, she has hair!"

"You silly boy, how dare you talk back to your father!"

The two spoke louder and louder, and were eventually heard by people in the courtyard.

"Hey, Qutso, what do you think happened to our Chogyal (Dharma King)?"

The two lamas also heard the commotion outside and knew that someone else wanted to come and stalk the Dharma King.

At this time, both Praises and Protectors were walking side by side in the courtyard. Their left hands kept turning the Mani Liberation Wheel, and the other side kept changing their mudra to cut off false thoughts and anger. They always hoped to purify their bad karma and accumulate merit. However, two of them deliberately

Stretch your ears, hoping to hear a few words not far away.

"Langga, I went to see him just now, and Chogyal was still talking to that person. The Taoist temple of Lord Kassapa is indeed extraordinary. Even ordinary lay people can speak mysteries, which is so consistent with our Dharma principles."

Lama Zanshan named Qutso was still sighing, but another Langga interrupted with a little doubt.

"By the way, what does that person do? Why is he pestering Quejia all day long, and he can't even go to Huashouyan where he originally wanted to go? I always feel like something is wrong."

"Well, I heard that he is the envoy of a certain big Jiebo (vassal king) among the Han people. Our Chojia wants to spread Dharma in Han. Naturally, the more such people, the better. Besides, what are you worried about? Haha, there are still Jiebo in the world.

Is there someone Jia Kai can’t solve?!”

After saying this, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, their hearts cleared. It was obvious that they both had endless confidence in their Dharma King.

This generation of Dharma King Miao Bao is known as the leading person in the past three hundred years. Whether it is his attainments in Buddhism or his views on the human world, they are profound to a level that ordinary people cannot match. The sound of Miao Yin will make flowers bloom on stubborn stones. Naturally, it cannot be

It is difficult for ordinary people to live there.

On the other side, the two people who were sitting cross-legged on the futon in the Three Temples and talking had been keeping this posture all day. They were like two old friends who had known each other for many years. They had been chatting for a long time, and their postures had gradually relaxed.

, the topic gradually deviated from the topic.

"The young monk has long heard that there are Tianzhu Buddha Light and Huashou Qinglei Buddha traces on Jizu Mountain. This fateful meeting cannot be missed by the young monk no matter what. I wonder if the donor Jiang Liu'er has heard of it?"

Karmapa Miaobao smiled calmly and spoke softly, but every word could be heard clearly.

"Of course I know about Huashou Qinglei. The Huashou Stone Gate is located on the south side of the Tianzhu Peak. It is said to be the place where the Venerable Kassapa stayed in meditation. There is a straight crack in the middle of the stone gate, which looks like a double door facing each other. There is a huge stone hanging in the gap.

Like a lock, it looks like a stone door made from heaven."

"It is located on the top of a mountain. When the distant mountains and valleys below are filled with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain, Huashoumen, which is overlooking the mountain, is still sunny and clear, and it is easy and natural not to hear the thunder."

Jiang Wen smiled slightly: "Unfortunately, His Holiness, you came at the wrong time. If you want to see Huashou Qinglei, you have to come in summer and autumn, and wait for the rumbling thunder and the lightning to hit the stone wall of Huashoumen hanging above the solitary clouds. The thunder is blocked by

After being blocked, the sound bounces back, causing the sound to vibrate throughout the world, causing the earth to shake and mountains to shake, and thousands of mountains to reverberate. This layer upon layer of rumblings is deafening, and this is the real beauty of Hua Shou Qing Lei!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Jiang Wen used the principle of acoustics to explain seemingly mysterious things into ordinary things. It completely lacked the magic of the Buddhist traces and Zen sounds, but the Dharma King Miaobao could hear it.

It tastes delicious and I can’t help but pick up my hands and praise it.

"So that's the case. No wonder it became a grand event in Jizu Mountain. According to the benefactor Jiang Liu'er, the secret of Huashou Qinglei lies in the rumbling thunder. So if the young monk can encounter a thunderstorm below when he goes up the mountain, he will be able to witness the spectacular scenery.
To be continued...