The headmaster was dead. Although after the God Pavilion was broken by Mr. Twelve of the Academy, they saw the disheveled sect and the haggard Ye Hongyu. In addition, some of the actions of Ye Hongyu as the ruling priest, they guessed why Mr. Twelve of the Academy had to risk the war between the God Kingdom and the Tang Kingdom to kill the headmaster. However, the headmaster was the headmaster after all, and was a symbol of the entire Xiling Divine Kingdom. He was killed on Taoshan Mountain. This kind of thing made them angry, humiliated, and more confused.

Under the strong suppression of the two priests, no large-scale mutiny broke out on Taoshan, and everyone was waiting for the news in the audience.

But the green mountain in front of the temple was flat, but the temple was as quiet as if there was no one. Was it also killed by the Twelve Academy?

A divine light began from the South China Sea and flew towards the mountains of Xiling, breaking through the clouds all the way. When the sky was dim, when I came to the temple, I was extremely determined to secretly open a small mouth in the temple that had become a cage.

The divine light entered the sight, came to the middle-aged Taoist, and turned into a ray of will and entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

The middle-aged Taoist looked shaking, and he was silent for a long time. He sighed and looked at the sky. Then he became pious and shouted: "Please give me strength."

The bloody sunset has set halfway, and suddenly it turns golden, turning the mountain clouds into gold. A crystal-like river falls straight from the sky, washing the body and soul of the middle-aged Taoist.

The middle-aged Taoist was bathed in the river, and his breath gradually became stronger until he crossed the final threshold of the five realms and then attained enlightenment and became a saint.

He was able to preside over the affairs of Zhiguan for many years, not just because he was the junior brother of the Guanzhu. If his practice was known to others, it would be enough to amazed the world. He could have been apocalypse a long time ago. The reason why there was no apocalypse was just like practitioners from ancient times to the present. Although they yearned for heaven and earth outside the five realms, they were more afraid.

The will of the observer came from the South China Sea. At this time, Taoshan was once again without a leader, so he could only be forced to become the head of Xiling.

He stretched out his hands, tore the cage in the temple, and within two steps, he came to the highest temple on Taoshan. The light shrouded Taoshan, and more than a thousand church members in the Xiling cried bitterly, kneeling down to thank Haotian.

...

Ye Qi, who was walking on a mountain road in Xiling, sensed the abnormal movement of Taoshan regeneration. He turned his head and looked at Taoshan, shook his head and said for a long time, then bowed there, and said, "I hope Master will be in peace in the future."

...

Mount Wa is not a single mountain, but a mountain formed by countless mountains.

It was midsummer, and this mountain looked greener than any mountain in the world. Each mountain was very similar in shape. The top of the mountain peak was as flat as a knife. From a distance, it looked like several green tiles covered with moss were randomly placed by naughty children.

Before the Yulan Festival has arrived, the town outside Washan is already very lively. Major cultivators from all over the country gather here, either chatting about everything or reciting sutras to the Buddha's land at all times.

The town is lively, but the depths of the Washan Mountain are extremely quiet. A corner of the dilapidated ancient temple appears at the end of a bluestone path in the mountains. There are a few chanting sounds of scriptures in the ancient temple, perhaps because they are infected by the Buddhist teachings contained therein. Several summer cicadas are lazily crawling under the gray eaves of the ancient temple, but they are slightly shaking their wings and bodies, and do not make disturbing cicadas.

After the ancient temple, there is a cliff facing northeast, where you can see the full view of Mount Wa. If you have a good eye, you can even see the Xiling mountains far away.

An old monk sat on the cliff. It was Xia Shi. The old monk was wearing a thick monk's robe, which was close to his skin and was airtight.

The old monk was Master Qishan who used his own strength to defeat half of the land of Southern Jin during that disaster decades ago. He was wrapped in a thick monk's robe because he wanted to see the mountains outside this ancient temple. The breeze on the mountain was no longer strong for him, just like the cold wind of nine counts, and he could only use the thick monk's robe to keep the cold.

A young monk of sixteen or seventeen came from the backyard of the ancient temple, came to Qishan, and whispered: "Master, news came from Xiling that Tianqi, a Taoist sect who knew the guardian, respected Haotian's will, and took over as the head of Xiling; and, people from the South China Sea are coming."

Qishan nodded and looked at the south side of the Yaping. On the bluestone path that was bent up, a black carriage was coming.

"The storm is coming, and the storm is coming."

...

It took more than ten days to Ye Qi from Xiling to Yue Kingdom and hiked up a high mountain located in the south of Washan. The top of the mountain is not as flat as any of Washan Mountain, but you can see all the scenes of Washan Mountain on it. The huge Buddha statue on the main peak of Washan is even more clearly visible.

There was not uninhabited on the top of the mountain. A wooden carriage was parked on the top of the mountain. Outside the carriage were two big and one small. The older one was Junmo and the younger one was the little book boy adopted by Junmo.

When Xiao Shutong saw Ye Qi, he was busy greetings to the twelfth uncle in a stern manner.

Ye Qi touched Shutong's head, bowed to Jun Mo, and said, "I knew that the second senior brother was here."

Jun Mo raised his lips and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Ye Qi pointed to the huge Buddha statue and said, "My junior brother represented the academy to participate in the Yulan Festival. The second senior brother naturally cannot go to the Washan Buddha Hall first. But if the junior brother has something to do with Sangsang, the mountain is closest to the Washan Buddha Hall and can take action quickly."

The second senior brother laughed and said, "It's still the twelfth junior brother who knows me." After that, he looked at Shutong and said, "Why don't you bring a stool for your twelfth uncle?"

If you want to go to the Washan Buddhist Temple, you need to go down the mountain first and then go around two mountains to reach Washan. The little Shutong was puzzled by the words of the master and the twelfth master. Following the master's instructions, he could only scratch his head and take a stool from the carriage in confusion.

After Ye Qi sat down, Jun Mo looked at him and asked, "You are too dishonest in your work."

Ye Qi's face suddenly paused, and he naturally knew that the second senior brother was talking about you and the master. He smiled and said, "This is not the senior brother who didn't ask."

Jun Mo snorted coldly and said, "I said the son of the Hades is a joke because I have never been afraid of the Hades. And you all tell jokes, then there is really no Hades in this world. The eldest brother doesn't like Sangsang. Obviously, the so-called Sangsang is not the junior brother at all, but Sangsang."

"Who is Sangsang? Since you already know something, why do you still want Sangsang to come to Mount Wa? Don't tell me that you and the teacher don't know that Buddhism has a way to confirm the "Son of the Holy One". Some of the phenomena before the Buddha disappeared a long time ago were obviously known and were doing something."
Chapter completed!