Chapter 134 How does Yinsha Water Mother compare to Snow Mountain Master? Inside the chariot. The Boshan stove is burning water agarwood, and light smoke slowly floats out of the stove and lingers around the stove. The mountains on the furnace are hazy and the beasts are floating, as if it is really the legendary fairy mountain "Boshan" on the sea. It’s a pity that there was some indescribable smell in the carriage, which destroyed the unique floral fragrance and sweetness of the agarwood. Jian Zhongyi sat in the center of the chariot, his hair and beard like a waterfall, black and shiny as lacquer, with a string of four large pearls from top to bottom. The drifting green smoke was inhaled into the mouth and nose along the air flow, and then exhaled again, stirring up the steady smoke clouds. Trembling slightly, he opened his eyes. "Go down." The girl bent half-body and tidied up her things swiftly. She wiped the corner of her mouth and put on her brocade clothes. She moved lightly without a sound. Her clothes were as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing her charming and graceful figure.
Another waitress came in, took away the Boshan incense, replaced it with a bronze tortoise and crane incense, and lit a layer of incense with a stronger smell. The faint smoke of cigarettes came out from the turtle and crane's mouth and gradually dissipated. Jian Zhongyi leaned back, his spine touching the soft flesh, and his whole body relaxed. The "lotus chair" under him stretched out two arms, brought a cup of warm tea, gently lifted the tea lid, brushed aside the floating leaves, and slowly fed it to Jian Zhongyi following his breathing. This is a "lotus chair" made up of six women overlapping and entwined. With their slow breathing, their chests rise and fall under the torn gauze, revealing their skin as gorgeous as jade. Jian Zhongyi finished his tea, took a long breath and closed his eyes. The lotus chair slowly moved and bloomed. Jian Zhongyi lay down flat on his back, not moving at all, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. I don’t know how much time has passed. A monk walked through the curtain and into the room. He wore a golden cone hat, a red silk robe, and a thick rosary around his neck. Heavy gold pendants hung from his earlobes, stretching the ear holes extremely long, making him look extremely noble when he moved. The monk stopped, took out an exquisite leather bag from his arms, took out two flat objects and placed them on the table. "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission. After a total of 107 days, I have finally completed the concoction. This is a magical instrument that can unite heaven and earth." Jian Zhongyi opened his eyes and saw two almost identical flat objects on the table. He stood up and looked carefully in the dim light that filtered through the curtains. The two instruments were very similar, both dark purple and shiny, and felt flexible and thick, as if they were cast objects, but traces of knife cuts could be faintly seen on the edges. "How to complete it?" “After nine years of careful grinding and kneading, it can truly become as round and flexible as an ancestral magic weapon, passed down for thousands of years, and completely perfect.” "Are those two dead?"
"They only lived for one night. At noon, I sent them to heaven and crushed their bones and meat to feed the eagles." Jian Zhongyi clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, Master." The monk bowed slightly: "Amitabha!" Jian Zhongyi couldn't let go of the magic weapon, as if he was holding the two beautiful girls completely in his palm. A strong sense of conquest and satisfaction filled my heart, and even my appetite surged from my stomach. "hungry!" Orders were passed back one after another, and the entire kitchen quickly took action. Jian Zhongyi leaned back with satisfaction and asked casually, "Master, now that I have taken office, I have been ordered to deal with the Ghost Mother Sect. I wonder how the Yinsha Water Mother worshipped by the sect compares to the Snow Mountain Master?" The monk bowed and said: "You are far inferior to my Buddha." "Oh? Is there any basis for this?" “I once encountered a member of the Ghost Mother Sect. There was a resentful force entangled in their bodies, which was pure and would not dissipate. According to historical records, the Demon Queen of Daqian was extremely powerful. The so-called Yin-killing Water Mother was probably a resentful god formed by the combination of her resentment after death and the wishes of her believers. Humans eat grains and animals. All resentful gods seek to absorb the blood and energy of living beings. The members of the Ghost Mother Cult must have suffered greatly from this. I guess the Taizhu Pill they obtained through blood sacrifice was not for creating new masters and expanding the strength of the sect, but for feeding the ghost mother who was too big to get rid of. Such a resentful god is rootless and formless, and is certainly not as good as the true Buddha we have attained. Once he is stimulated by the Buddha's power cultivated in the Vajra Sutra of the Great Sun, he will have nowhere to hide and will be defeated. However, such resentful gods are quite rare and extremely powerful. Perhaps they can be refined and become the guardian gods of Master Jian. "Guardian gods." Jian Zhongyi sighed, "People say that flowers bloom in spring, but I don't see spring when I come. Wei Lin is tyrannical, Xu Yuelong is lazy, and the demon hunting department is not good at fighting in the water. They really hinder my practice. When can I achieve enlightenment?" The monk bowed, and suddenly his mind moved. He walked to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain. Outside the curtain were common people looking in admiration. His eyes passed over the common people and saw a tall young man standing under the eaves of a wealthy family, leading a red horse. "What a tough body!" The monk's eyes lit up. "What do you mean, Master?" The monk pointed and said: "The man's bones are as big as tiger bones. Using his bones to make Gangdong and Dharma bowls would be perfect! If you know your destiny but don't enter the realm of perfection, you will never become a martial saint. Master Jian is forty-three years old. If you are determined to practice my Dharma, the better the Dharma bowl, the stronger the initiation!" Jian Zhongyi looked through a corner of the curtain and saw the scarlet horse beside the young man: "Dragon Blood Horse? Master, the Dragon Blood Horse is the imperial horse of the court. It is not allowed to be owned by officials or rewards. Don't touch it rashly." The monk put his hands together and said, "Pingyang County, you will be the county magistrate." "So it is." Jian Zhongyi's eyes flickered slightly. The county magistrate is also the county magistrate. In the path of martial arts, if you know your destiny but have not yet reached the highest level, it will be difficult to become a martial saint in your lifetime.
Yaolong Wusheng, born with a lifespan of eight hundred years. Enjoy endless wealth and glory. Of course... "You're new here, don't rush." Jian Zhongyi shook his head. The dragon-blood horse is not easy to kill. After all, this place is not the Great Snow Mountain Area. The selection of the magic weapon still needs to be considered and action should be taken after careful consideration. Liang Qu touched his head. For some reason, he felt a chill on his head. He looked back and saw only a few girls peeking at him, but no one else. Maybe it’s because the spring is still cold? The male blood horse stepped on the stone curtain and pulled the cart. In addition to the huge 80-square-meter carriage in the front, the entire convoy also had a dozen equally large carriages following behind it. It was so huge that there was even smoke coming out of the roofs of two of the carriages for cooking. It was really exaggerated. It took a full half a quarter of an hour for the long convoy to pass by Liang Qu. The broker sighed, "Oh, this is true wealth. The life of a big shot is unimaginable. A carriage is bigger than the house an ordinary person lives in. Even if a horse gets a little hurt, ordinary people can't stand it." Liang Qu couldn't help but nodded. After settling down for half a year, he thought he had done well, but in front of the real big shots, he still had to stand on the street, waiting for the convoy to leave, like a minion. What kind of local tycoon of Yixing Town is that? It’s not a decent identity at all. The road ahead is long and we still need to work hard! Seeing the carriage passing by, Liang Qu did not stay any longer and went to the academy and the clinic to study. Two hours later, he rode up Chishan Mountain to go home. As I stepped through the gate, the craftsman who carved the screen wall stood up and greeted me. On the shadow wall, the image of a huge giant ape begins to take shape, looking very majestic. Liang Qu nodded and stepped over the screen wall. In the yard, there were two bricklayers who were building the pool he had dug. The mouth of the well was blocked with stones by Liang Qu, and the excess well water was controlled out, so the entire well became dry. Now a layer of blue bricks has been laid on the well wall, making it more regular. Outside the well, the entire pool is quite large, with blue bricks piled up one by one. Masons are hammering bricks, breaking off half of them and embedding them completely inside. After it dries up in two days, remove the stones and it will become a real pool. The things bought were all put in order in the house, and the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. comfortable.
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