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Mountain temple.

landscape.

If you add the green mountains and beautiful water to the temples built in the mountains, combined with the faint smoke and the tinkling of the running water, the common people walking in the thick fog in the mountains will really feel like a paradise. And in a place that looks like a fairyland,

But it was a woman who walked as beautiful as a fairy, which once again added a charm to this place.

In front of the temple.

Amidst the sound of wooden fish knocking, the small temple in the mountain slowly opened its mountain door.

A young woman wearing a monk's robe and carrying a sword appeared at the door, standing at the mountain gate. The woman turned her head and her eyes fell on the person inside the door. Her voice was like a silver bell, and there was a strange rhythm to the sound of wooden fish.

echo in.

"master."

There was silence inside the door for a while. After a while, a picture scroll was handed out from inside and placed in the young woman's hand. Only the slightly older female voice was heard saying: "Take this picture scroll with you, Jing'an, maybe you have it."

It will help you when the time comes.”

Picture scroll?

The young woman certainly knew what was painted on the scroll handed over by her master. It looked like a woman. Although she didn't quite understand the meaning of the master's words, she had no intention of rejecting it.

In her opinion, the master's arrangement obviously had her own unique intention, but she couldn't understand it yet.

She took the scroll with both hands and put it on her back. Seeing that her master had no other instructions, the young woman clasped her hands together and saluted him, then picked up the bamboo hat hanging by her side and put it on her head.

Turn around and leave.

The moment he turned around.

She did not see the faint reluctance in the eyes of the nun standing behind the mountain gate.

That was not the reluctance to let go of the disciples coming down the mountain, but the reluctance to let go of others.

That reluctance was mixed with a deep-seated determination.

It seems that a person has made some kind of decision, a decision made in the face of all kinds of difficulties.

Amidst the sound of wooden fish, the nun clasped her hands together, lowered her head and closed her eyes, and blurted out a Buddhist salute.

"Amitabha."

This seems to be a farewell to his disciples, and it also seems to be a farewell to something else.

Looking up.

The expression on the nun's face has become calm.

Just like the Bodhisattva, she has no emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and her aura becomes more and more ethereal, giving people a strong sense of nothingness. It is actually the Cihang Sword Code that she wears that breaks through the shackles of the past at this moment.

Entered the next level.

The martial arts made a breakthrough, but to the nun there was neither sadness nor joy, as if the shackles of the breakthrough did not belong to her.

With hands clasped together, the person stepped into the deepest part of the temple step by step.

Mountainside.

Where is the master's breakthrough?

The girl who was hiking down the mountain seemed to suddenly feel something. She turned around suddenly and her eyes fell on the mountain gate through the bamboo hat. She stared blankly at the people behind for a long time before she looked back and resumed her previous pace.

This time when she went down the mountain, where should she go first?

After pondering for a long time, several destinations flashed through my mind one by one, and finally settled on one place.

Set your mind.

The girl's figure deflected and changed direction.

Target south.

That is the direction of Shaolin Temple.

Tibet.

Different from the environment in other places, when Fairy Chi Lian and her junior sister set foot on this land, they felt a unique experience.

The sky even gives people a different kind of blue.

Looking up, it seems to be much brighter than other places.

Could it be that the mountains here are higher?

Sometimes, Xiao Longnu would tilt her head and have such a thought. Of course, she couldn't figure out the reason even after thinking about it, so she quickly put it behind her and ignored this little problem.

However, the two sisters are certain that Tibet is indeed much poorer than the Central Plains.

As for the furry and red appearance of the people here, it did not surprise the two women. After all, they had seen countless strange things when they traveled west.

In comparison, the clothes of the two senior sisters looked out of place in this plateau world.

One is wearing Taoist robes, and the other is wearing white clothes.

This kind of outfit is really too eye-catching in this ordinary person's furry outfit. In addition, the two of them are so beautiful, they have attracted the attention of many thoughtful people along the way.

It's a pity that all these people have been fed to the wolves by now.

"Ugh!"

"It seems this is the direction!"

The donkey didn't seem to adapt to the climate of this place, so the two of them had replaced it midway. In the end, they didn't choose to ride the shaggy cow, but chose to walk. To the two women, this was nothing.

question.

Looking around, Fairy Chi Lian stood on top of a piece of bluestone and looked towards the distance. She had vaguely seen the looming building in the distance.

same.

Beside her, Xiao Longnu also raised her hands and covered her brows, looking away.

As expected, there is a building in that direction. It seems that those people did not hide anything before. Perhaps they regarded the two of them as the so-called pilgrims.

only……

As if thinking of something, Xiao Longnu suddenly said: "In that direction, I saw those great lamas again!"

Along the way, the two senior sisters naturally had a corresponding understanding of this place.

On this plateau, Buddhism truly has the dominant power.

Although these guys are called trumpets, they naturally recognize that these people are Buddhists, and they are very different from Central Plains Buddhism. If the Central Plains Buddhism people still insist on something pedantic, and here

These speakers are completely different.

These people are more vicious and cruel than the Central Plains Buddhists, and they don't look like Buddhists.

Their impression of Buddhists has never been very good, especially after seeing the performance of people in the world during the Battle of Xiangyang, Fairy Chi Lian's impression of Buddhism was even worse.

But what really surprised the two women was that there were people in Buddhism on the Tibetan Plateau who had a close relationship with them.

Regarding this matter, not only Fairy Chi Lian couldn't figure it out, but also Xiao Longnu showed a rare expression of surprise. That is, how could Ying'er's descendants become Buddhists?

This question has been bothering the two women all this time.

I talked so much with Zhang Sanfeng, the head of the Wudang Sect, about Yue Yuan, but the most important thing was about Chuan Ying. Zhang Sanfeng mentioned that there are descendants of Chuan Ying in the world. And he was very fond of this junior.

of admiration.

And this descendant is in the Potala Palace in Tibet.

She is the grandson of Li Mochou, the red-trained fairy, and Yue Yuan.

Unlike her search for Yue Yuan, which was a kind of persistence, but when she was about to meet the grandson named Ying Yuan, Fairy Chi Lian felt an inexplicable feeling of hesitation in her heart. However, just as she was about to meet her grandson named Ying Yuan,

When Fairy Chi Lian felt melancholy, a strange feeling came over her.

Almost at the same time.

The little dragon girl standing next to her also raised her head and looked at the sky above her head.

“This feels like!!!”

Amid the sounds of surprise, both senior sisters saw the surprise in each other's eyes, "Is it Yue Lang? No, that's not right!"

Immediately afterwards, Fairy Chi Lian's expression turned cold.

With her Taoist robes flying, she was already running towards the Potala Palace in front of her. Behind her, there was a white figure.

Potala Palace.

This is the most solemn place of Tibetan Buddhism, and this palace is the residence of the Living Buddha.

In the palace.

In the most empty red hall.

It was empty without anything else. The sunlight shone down from the small opening at the top, reflecting a strange and mysterious golden pattern in the center of the ground. And in the middle of this golden pattern, there was a little monk sitting cross-legged.
To be continued...