Text] Chapter 269: Two or the other nine Hua

This time, we have been planning to travel to Jiuhua Mountain for a long time, and the reserve work has been done quite well. High-end buses are all from Kaifeng, and the facilities are quite luxurious, and of course the price is also quite expensive. Everyone took four cars and two military vehicles to guard the front and rear, and set off for Jiuhua Mountain.

The front of the four cars was a member of the Feng generation and other sects from Ziyang Temple, the back two were disciples of each sect and some juniors of Ziyang Temple, and the last one was a dining car, which carried several special chefs, cooking facilities and various ingredients hired by Ziyang Temple from a star hotel during the banquet yesterday. The reason I wanted to bring the guys was because we were going to fight on this trip, so naturally we could not expect others to prepare food for us. One step back, even if Youming Zen Temple was willing to prepare food for us, I would not accept it. First, I didn’t want to owe them favors, and second, Toutuo, who was cooking in Youming Zen Temple, fell off by me last time using the Mountain Movement Art, and I was afraid that he would spit into the food.

After the vehicle started, I quietly observed the expressions and auras of the people. They all knew that the opponent on this trip had already seen through the world. The saint Zen Master Minghui was naturally under great psychological pressure. This could be seen through their sharp fluctuations of breath. However, despite this, the expressions on everyone's faces were firm, and they could see that although they were nervous, they were not afraid. The only exception was Qingqiu Dameier. In addition to her breath fluctuations, her brows were always frowning, and her expression was also sometimes yin and sometimes clear. I guess she was worried about the upcoming war. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but frown secretly. It seemed that she could not be allowed to play.

Ziyang Temple is nearly 2,000 miles away from the Netherworld Zen Temple. According to my previous budget, the high-end bus I took can reach 150, and it can reach the destination within a maximum of seven or eight hours. You can simply rest and go up the mountain before three o'clock, present magic weapons, make requests, and apologize. It will take time to reach an agreement. If the negotiation breaks down, it will be evening. By then, the Vajra Cannon will recover the purple energy and our chances of winning will be greater. After all, there are not many experts on our side who can go to the battlefield, and the impact will be great.

Unfortunately, the King Kong Cannon was added to the snake. The escort force that this guy sent to us hard and hard seriously affected our degree. The vehicle they were on was a private room, and they couldn't even run for one hundred when they got on the high. In desperation, I asked them to turn back from the nearest exit, and then they returned to their normal progress.

As the war was about to come, everyone was not interested in talking, and even the King Kong Cannon closed their eyes for the first time. Wen Xiaofeng looked out the window with a melancholy expression. I originally wanted to talk to him, but when I saw him like this, I didn't disturb him. I also turned to look at the scenery beside the road, and guessed in my mind that I might encounter after going to Jiuhua Mountain. After thinking about it, it was nothing more than a ritual first and then a soldier. There was a high possibility of taking action. Forget it, the plan was not as good as a change. There must be a road before the car arrived at the mountain, and the boat would naturally straighten when it arrived at the bridge. Take one step at a time.

After walking for several hours, the convoy turned from southeast to straight south. At this moment, a mountain in the distance attracted my attention. The mountain peak was as hidden as a camel lying on its shore. I didn't know the name of the mountain, but I clearly remember that when I was chasing Wang Yanpei's soul, I passed by here. The two hump-shaped peaks that were not far apart were where I fell to borrow my strength one after another.

Seeing the old things again made me particularly sad. When I was moved by the scene, I couldn't help but think of Cui Hu's "Title of the South Village of the Capital". However, compared with Cui Hu's mood back then, I had deep sadness rather than a faint loss. You should know that Cui Hu did not have in-depth interactions with the peach blossom beauty back then, and his loss was just a nostalgia for beautiful things. However, Wang Yanpei and I have truly possessed each other. The separation after possession is enough to make any person who is affectionate and grieve, and do their best to chase and retain. The various actions that arise are much more crazy than Cui Hu's sigh and leave back then.

Three years have passed, but I can still clearly recall her face and voice when I close my eyes. Even the lingering scenes are vivid in my mind. Although Xu Zhaopei in his previous life has no skin to me, I still love her deeply. The reason why I always love her is because she wanted to promise her body before entering the palace. Although I rejected her for the safety of both families, I have recorded her affection. Her willingness to promise her body means that in her heart I am trustworthy. Being trusted by a woman she likes is the most proud thing for men, and what I should do is do my best.

I can't let her down and live up to her trust in me. To be fair, although the love in my previous life is pure, it is not complete. Fortunately, the reunion in this life makes up for this shortcoming, but my pain becomes heavier, because complete love is more unforgettable than pure love. The reason why Wang Yanpei makes me so obsessed with her is because she boldly made the right choice at the last moment of her life. Ask yourself, if I hadn't had skin kinship with her back then, I might have only cried in front of her grave and would not have been enemies of a great monk who was far better than her cultivation as I do now.

Today, just today, I will likely see her soul again, and I can't help but feel excited when I am imagining the scene when I meet her again.

"Brother Ninth, don't think too much." At this moment, Wen Xiaofeng, who was sitting behind me, spoke. He must have seen the violent fluctuations of my breath and was worried about me.

"Brother, how do you think about the good or bad luck of our trip?" I came back to my senses and asked in a low voice. I have already told him about Wang Yanpei and Zen Master Minghui in the Netherworld Zen Temple. The situation of King Cannon and Murong Zhuifeng also told him last night.

"There is no hope of reconciliation, and the battle will be very fierce." Wen Xiaofeng actually poured me a basin of cold water without hesitation.

"Brother, don't tell jokes." I saw Wen Xiaofeng's expression relaxed and thought he was joking.

Wen Xiaofeng smiled again, raised his left hand, pinching the Concentration Art, and pointed to the south and west, signaling me to concentrate and watch.

Seeing this, I pinched the magic trick in confusion and looked south. When I saw it, I frowned. I had been confused before and did not use the qi-viewing technique to observe the enemy situation. It was not until Wen Xiaofeng reminded me that many different kinds of spiritual energy appeared in the direction of Jiuhua Mountain 800 miles away. After counting it, there were more than ten purple spiritual energy in the order. No wonder Wen Xiaofeng said that the battle would be very bad.

"How many people are above the Purple Tribulation?" Wen Xiaofeng asked. His cultivation level was lower than mine, and he could only see large pieces of purple aura, but he could not find out in detail.

"On the first one is six and four," I narrowed my eyes and looked at it in a concentrated manner, "There are eleven people in total." What I call upper, middle and lower is in terms of the three levels of purple qi.

"Don't think too much," Wen Xiaofeng saw me frowning, and reached out to pat my shoulder, "I used the power of a sad soldier to make a big fist to make a big fight. Although it is dangerous, it may not be impossible to defeat it."

I nodded slowly. Wen Xiaofeng's words obviously had a comforting element. Since the Youming Zen Temple invited a large number of Buddhist masters, it means that they were ready to start a war. This self-righteous Vajra Cannon really hurt me. If he hadn't sent the War Book in advance, the Youming Zen Temple would not have time to invite so many helpers.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, everyone finally arrived at the Yinlu of Jiuhua Mountain, which is more than fifty miles away from Jiuhua Mountain Scenic Area. After a brief rest, everyone started climbing the mountain and soon arrived at the Netherworld Zen Temple located on the hillside.

The vast Netherworld Zen Temple is still the same as before. Although the monks inside already knew that we would come to worship the mountain today, they did not come out to greet them. Even the monks of the guest did not come out to open the door. The mountain gate was still closed in the temple to chant sutras and chant Buddha's name.

"Ziyang Temple Chengfengzi and his fellow Taoists worship Zen Master Minghui." I hesitated for a moment and made a sound. The reason why I didn't say the names of other sects was because I didn't want to drag them down. What happened to me with me in my personal name was that I, Ziyang Temple Chengfengzi, took care of me.

After the notice, I waited for a long time, no one answered or opened the door.

"You uncle Cao, you really treat yourself as a dish. If you don't open the door, I will kick it open for you." Seeing that I was treated coldly, King Kong Pao cursed and was about to come forward to kick the door.

"Fourth Senior Brother, don't be irritated." Wen Xiaofeng beside him reached out and grabbed the King Kong Cannon, then waved to Wen Qingyi and gave a few instructions in a low voice. The latter discussed with Ma Qianli for a moment and left with many Maoshan bases.

"Brother?" I looked at Wen Xiaofeng with confusion, and naturally meant to ask him what he had sent the Maoshan Sect to do.

"Today's affairs may be difficult. Once the enemy and our side fight, they will definitely be shocking. I condemn the Maoshan faction to use its own formation to drive away the beasts within a radius of ten miles to avoid being affected by the fish in the pond." Wen Xiaofeng said coldly. His actions to clear the scene indicate that he had murderous intent.

"Take these magic weapons down the mountain." I turned around and waved to the disciples who were accompanying me. The other party's rude and cold reception made me angry. If I go in and give gifts now, it will not only not have a ease effect, but also make the other party think that we are not confident enough and cannot help the enemy to destroy our might.

Everyone patiently waited outside the Netherworld Zen Temple for two incense sticks, and only wild beasts all over the mountains fled from this area restlessly. They didn't know what formation was laid out by the Maoshan school. Not to mention those slightly larger mammals, even snakes, insects, rats and ants also fled one after another.

"Kick the door." King Kong Pao finally waited until the Maoshan people came back and couldn't wait to speak.

"No kick." I quickly condensed the spiritual energy around me, controlled the cultivation level of the purple Qi peak to the extreme, and slowly stretched out my right hand and aimed at the temple wall.

"Old Yu, what do you want to do?" King Kong Pao saw that I was pinching the mountain-movement Jue with my left hand and looked up at me in horror.

"Demolition of the temple!"
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