Chapter 1978 Seven Suns View

"Hee hee... Thank you, Mr. Jiang!" Seeing the lotus lantern flying down from mid-air, the woman hurriedly grabbed it with one hand, and said with a smile, "I want to put Mr.'s calligraphy at home to suppress evil! I am not willing to let it flow into the stream Among..."

The woman's emotions are obviously very rich, and what she shows can be regarded as ""naked", but Mr. Jiang smiled and cupped his hands and said: "In any case, I hope the girl will have a wonderful Ghost Festival!"

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang..." All of a sudden, many men and women shouted, wanting Mr. Jiang to add eyes to their lotus lanterns.

"Hahaha... Thank you all for your support. Jiang is just an ordinary person in the academy. Jiang has many brothers and sisters. Everyone's cultivation is not inferior to Jiang. Don't worry!" Mr. Jiang laughed and waved his hand. Many lotus lanterns came out of everyone's hands and landed near the pavilion, not only in front of Mr. Jiang, but also in front of other students!

Xiao Hua and the others were not too close to the pavilion, but when many lotus lanterns flew up, the bright lights still illuminated them. Mr. Jiang's eyes were like lightning, and he passed by the four of them, and saw Xiao Jian The priest's Taoist robe stopped for a moment, and a strange expression flashed, but the expression disappeared in a flash, and his eyes fell on the lotus lantern again!

"The three cardinal guides are really life-threatening, and morality is the root. It is worthless to the Nine, and the Li is also powerless. The Chu prisoner wears his crown, and the chariot is sent to the poor north. The cauldron is as sweet as candy, and you can't get it if you ask for it!" Inside the pavilion, a sonorous clang The powerful voice of chanting came out word by word, many students waved their ink pens and dotted their eyes on the lotus lantern, Xiao Hua and others turned out from in front of the pavilion, this garden is lively, but this excitement belongs to the students and the villagers , except that it does not belong to them!

Except for the pavilion closest to Xiao Hua, other places in the garden also have soaring True Qi blooming from time to time, and even some gorgeous Sword Qi. Such a night full of people, such a night of righteousness. Even if it is the Hungry Ghost Festival, even if it is a day when hundreds of ghosts walk at night, there is no need to be afraid of ghosts approaching, right?

After leaving the garden, under the leadership of Liu Yi, Xiao Hua and others walked a few more streets, and the surroundings gradually became quiet, although there were still some hanging lanterns. It's far from the noise before. Moreover, these streets are already looking dilapidated, and even feel a little desolate. It was full of stench and clumps of flies.

A small bridge appears ahead. Several beggars in ragged clothes quickly walked past Xiao Hua's horse with dirty basins in their hands. Xiao Hua smiled, because he had already seen that just behind the small bridge, there was a slightly desolate barren slope, with some dilapidated shacks on the left, and the stinky ditch-like stream on the left surrounded this barren slope and The shanty went full circle!

"This... is Xiluoling and Qiyang Temple!" Xiao Hua thought to himself, just when he was about to speak. His brows were slightly frowned again, but seeing his divine sense sweeping away, two men dressed in black quickly passed through the ruins about tens of feet away from him.

It is to perform light-weight kung fu and rush to the distance.

"Oh? These people...could they be local..." Xiao Hua's Divine Sense only scanned, not knowing why these people aroused his vigilance, he thought for a while and asked. "Liu Yi, is there any organization similar to the Cloak Gang in Tongzhu?"

"Yes!" Liu Yi replied without hesitation, "Heifengmen!"

"Oh? Isn't this the capital of the Copper Pillar Kingdom? How come there are such villains?" Xiao Hua accepted his Divine Sense and wondered.

Before Liu Yi could speak, Xiao Jian said coldly: "I want to teach the Immortal to know that the officials and bandits have been one family since ancient times! Not to mention the borders, they will exist within the capital of any country!"

"Well..." Xiao Hua nodded slightly. He pointed his hand and said, "Let's go, after crossing this bridge, the Qiyang Temple is in front of us!"

"Da da..." The monotonous sound of horseshoes sounded in the slightly silent street. And on the side of the bustling Copper Pillar Academy, the garden that Xiao Hua just walked through, a slightly dark place, Mr. Jiang, who was sweating on his forehead, was sitting there drinking tea and resting, with a "swish" sound of the flying sword With a soft sound, the flying sword, which was one inch long, landed in front of Mr. Jiang's eyes! Mr. Jiang frowned, looked left and right, and clapped his hands. The flying sword turned into a small paper sword and stopped in his hand. After Mr. Jiang opened the paper and looked at the contents, his expression Unchanged, a sword light emerged from his hand and shredded the paper, then he stood up and said indifferently: "Hundred Ghosts Walking in the Night, Hundred Ghosts Walking in the Night..."

Hearing that the Seven Suns Temple was ahead, Xiao Jian patted the steed under him, and the horse quickened its pace and climbed up the small bridge. It was a little fuzzy, and when Xiao Jian came up to the bridge, he realized that the other side of the small bridge was very low-lying, a huge black area, and some lights flickered from time to time, completely different from what he saw before.

"Go there!" Xiao Hua pointed to the left hand under the bridge, there was a faint yellow brilliance there, but it was not obvious.

"Hey, the Tianxia Taoist Temple is one family!" Xiao Jian sighed, "Although the capital of the Copper Pillar Kingdom is prosperous, the Qiyang Temple is the same as the Jiangchao Temple in Changsheng Town..."

After waiting for everyone to approach the dim place, they saw a gate blocked by a piece of dilapidated bricks and tiles. The gate was about one zhang wide and two zhang high, but Xiao Jian lost interest after taking a look at it! Without him... In addition to being several times larger than the portal of Jiangchao Temple, the entire portal of Qiyang Temple is as if someone moved the entire portal of Jiangchao Temple! The paint leather on the gate was dry, as if the scales of a river fish had been scraped off, some fell off, and some hung there. Even the open gate was miraculously like the gate of Jiang Chaoguan, slanting. Wai Wai is about to fall off the door hinge!

Of course, on both sides of the portal, there are two tattered and leaky red lanterns, and on the portal, although the cleaning is very clean, the "Seven Suns Temple" is still vaguely written, telling Xiao Jian that he is not dreaming of returning to Changsheng Town .

"Slow down, slow down..." Xiao Jian had just walked in front of the Seven Suns Temple when he heard an unusually kind voice in front of the temple. Although the voice was old and hoarse, it was like that in the night sky and the wind. Clearly, "This good lord eats slowly, if there is not enough for a while..."

Xiao Jian was a little puzzled to see, just in front of Qiyang Temple, there was a big iron pot, and the steaming white porridge was in full bloom in the iron pot. In front of the iron pot, there were more than a dozen ragged beggars lined up. These beggars were old and young, and there were even a few women with babies on their backs! Without exception, these beggars all set their eyes on the porridge, licked their dry lips, and swallowed saliva unabashedly. A young man with stains on his face looked sickly. He had just received a bowl of porridge, and he took a sip immediately despite the hotness of the porridge. , holding a wooden spoon for porridge in his hand, he hurriedly said to the young man. Under the light, the old man smiled, just like seeing his impatient grandson.

Xiao Hua had already dismounted, walking behind Xiao Jian, his eyes were different from Xiao Jian's, not on the white porridge, but carefully sizing up the old man. But seeing that the old man is about sixty years old, his back is a bit rickety, and the slightly wide Taoist robe is worn solemnly on his body. This robe does not show much luster under the light, and it is obviously worn out long ago. The old man's gray and sparse hair is combed It is very neat, tied on the top of the head and tied in a small Taoist crown. The old man is very energetic and looks like a fairy. But in Xiao Hua's eyes, this old Taoist is no different from ordinary people. Not only does he not have any mana around him, he doesn't even have any Taoist cultivation base!

"Good lords..." The old man looked away from the young man, and said apologetically, "This white porridge has just been boiled, and the poor man only took it out after it was cold! The Lord was hungry and waited for a long time, so he hurriedly put it out! After everyone filled it up, let it cool down before eating. Today is the Hungry Ghost Festival. Why don’t you have too many things in the poor way, but there is still some white porridge, so you must take care of it enough……"

"Thank you, Daoist..." the beggars said weakly, obviously really hungry. Some of them have heard the hooves of Xiao Jian and others and looked up at Xiao Jian and others...

The old Taoist's ears seemed to be not working well, he didn't hear the sound of the horse's hooves, and he still concentrated on scooping up a spoonful of porridge from the iron pot, but he poured it into another bowl of porridge with trembling arms. Inside the broken bowl of a beggar with an outstretched arm...

"Oh?" After Xiao Jian jumped off the horse and the figure flashed in front of the old man's eyes, the old man realized that someone was coming. Turning his head, he saw Xiao Jian's Taoist robe, joy flashed in the old Taoist's eyes, and he said the Taoist name, "Immeasurable Taoist, fellow Taoist is here?"

"I'm Xiao Jian, I've met senior!" Xiao Jian put one palm on his chest, saluting respectfully.

"Don't dare, the old Taoist is kind, but I'm too old to be a senior!" The old Taoist didn't put down the spoon in his hand, and also returned the gift with one hand, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, please wait a moment, when the old Taoist gives these porridge to these benevolent masters , and then invite fellow Taoists to contemplate it!"

"Senior Daoshan, please be busy first..." Xiao Jian looked at the gate behind the old Taoist with some surprise, he didn't understand, the gate of Qiyang temple is so big, how come there must be some disciples? Could it be that this Daoshan is more embarrassed than himself, and doesn't even have an apprentice?

The old Taoist naturally saw Xiao Hua and the others behind Xiao Jian, but seeing that they were all young, he thought they were Xiao Jian's disciples, so he smiled kindly, and served porridge for a few beggars. However, within a short while, the old man's arm trembled even more violently. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)