Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

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Qiongyu Sword Sect!

Lu Xueqing!

There are those who have known or followed her before, and those who have only noticed now. At first glance, they only think that this woman is so beautiful!

Immediately, I was a little surprised.

She has already entered the Taoist sect? ?

Today's sage respects Buddhism and Taoism, is this Qiongyu sword sect so ignorant of good and evil, or has the sect turned to the Taoist sect?

Everyone on Bodhi Cliff also whispered.

However, the present Abbot Xuanci and Xuanji and other eminent monks were all deeply cultivated and could hear clearly.

"This is an old scholar from the Wang family of Dongling. I heard that he stayed in Dongming Academy, and then returned to the county. Now he is teaching at Zhaoyan Academy. He is known as a Bachelor of Li Ci!"

One person pointed to the old man on the stage and said.

"Bachelor of Pear Ci? What do you mean?"

Others don't know much about the Tangling Wang family.

The person who spoke did not answer immediately, but looked at the previous Wang family heir, cupped his hands and said: "With Brother Hongye here, it is not my turn to speak without authorization."

Wang Hongye smiled wryly, looked fearfully at the Taoist Qing Hui who was sitting quietly, and said, "My Dongling Wang family has no intention of being an enemy of the Lingshu Temple, it's all a misunderstanding."

Seeing that everyone was still looking at him, he couldn't help explaining: "The one on the stage is my uncle, and he did stay in Dongming Academy in the capital. As for this bachelor of Li Ci..."

"Everyone knows that the late emperor liked to listen to operas. My uncle was fortunate enough to listen to operas in the palace and wrote lyrics and music for the late emperor, so he got this name."

The others suddenly realized.

"Brother Hongye's family background has so many stories, the Wang family of Dongling is indeed a role model for our generation."

"By the way, Brother Hongye, there is also the Wang family in the capital. It is one of the three great aristocratic families of my Jin Dynasty. It has a prominent reputation. I don't know what is the relationship with the Dongling Wang family?"

Someone continued to ask questions.

Wang Hongye raised his head slightly, and said with a smile: "To be honest, the Wang family in the capital is the main family of my Wang family in Dongling. My grandfather moved out of the capital because of some things, so he opened branches and leaves in Dongling County. I'll wait."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

The Wang family of Kyoto, one of the three great families of the Jin Dynasty!

They are actually of the same family as the Wang family of Dongling!

This is something that many people don't know.

You must know that a family like the Jingdu Wang family was already at the top of the Jin Dynasty, and the children of the family were all over the court and the military, and even the royal family had to rely on each other.

And the Wang family also has a well-known figure, Dongming Academy, the current Confucian saint, Wang Haoran!

This is the only Confucian saint in the Jin Dynasty!

However, I heard that two years ago, because of some incidents, his mood was damaged, so he retreated and cultivated, and no longer saw guests.

As for what happened, the news was blocked by someone, and only a few people knew about it.

However, since then, everyone has discovered that Confucianism and Taoism have declined, and there are fewer and fewer Confucian scholars talking about it, while Buddhism has risen strongly, and soon covered several large counties.

Therefore, some people suspect that the damage to Saint Haoran's mind may be caused by Buddhism.

Zhang Ming could hear what they were talking about.

"It turned out to be a member of the Tangling Wang family..."

He thought to himself, "Just now Xuanci said that the Great Elder of Yushoumen has an old relationship with the Wang family of Dongling. Could it be that the Wang family of Dongling is really targeting us? But why?"

Zhang Ming couldn't figure it out.

He and Qingquan and the others had just left the mountain, so they should not have had any enmity with the Wang family of Dongling. Therefore, the only possibility is that the Qiongyu Sword Sect had an enmity with the opponent?

This also makes sense, why this scholar of pear poetry aimed at Lu Xueqing at the Yuzhou Song Festival.

Yes, it must be so!

Zhang Ming only felt that he had grasped the truth.

In the mirror image of the waterfall, the heroes of the rivers and lakes, the representatives of the aristocratic families, and the heirs of the sect also became excited, and they all surrounded the Qiongyu Sword Sect.

"Old Master Wang is right! This Qiongyu Sword Sect has taken refuge in the Daoist sect, which is against the holy will. It really does not deserve to be listed as one of the seventeen sects of the three sects, let alone sit on the same seat with me!"

"Yeah! Demon girl, you guys dare to come to the fishing boat song party! Don't you know how to lose face?"

"Take them down! The old man suspects that they are in collusion with the Demon Sect, and this time I came here to spy on information!"

"..."

All of a sudden, everyone began to criticize the Qiongyu Sword Sect, some of them could not get used to this high-ranking sect, and some of them wanted to show it to the imperial court.

Worshiping Buddha and restraining Taoism is to conform to the holy will.

This is the general trend of the Great Jin Dynasty!

bass--

The disciples of Qiongyu Sword Sect couldn't bear it any longer, they drew their swords one by one and confronted everyone.

"Put away your sword and sit down."

Lu Xueqing suddenly made a sound and asked the disciples behind to insert their long swords back, but she stood up herself.

She didn't look at the crowd around the audience, her skirt moved slightly, and she walked straight to the high platform in front of her.

The dozen or so people standing in front of them felt a chill rushing towards their faces, as if a sword intent was rushing into the sky, and they couldn't help but backed away a few steps to make way for a passage.

"What is she going to do?"

"Do you want to fight with Mr. Wang?"

Everyone was puzzled.

Lu Xueqing stepped onto the stage step by step, looked at the old man in a black Confucian uniform, and asked, "Mr., are you the one who wants to suppress us on the spot as a warning to others?"

Her voice was very soft, but it was like the cold wind in winter, gently blowing past everyone's ears.

It's cold.

Wang Jingchun, a scholar of pear poetry, stared and shouted: "As the subjects of the Great Jin Dynasty, we should obey the will of the Holy One. If you take refuge in the Taoist sect, you should naturally suppress it!"

"Little girl, don't forget! The invitation letter says that all heroes are invited to the fishing boat song meeting to discuss the important matters of suppressing demons and exorcising Taoism!"

Lu Xueqing glanced at him slightly, as if looking at a clown, and then turned to face the audience.

"Everyone, since it's about getting rid of Taoist sects, there's no need to get involved with the Qiongyu Sword Sect. The Poverty Dao comes from the Lingshu Temple in Zhuoguang Mountain. It's under the tutelage of Taoist Master Qinghui, and its name is Yiqing."

She said coldly, "Anyone who wants to get rid of the Taoist sect, you might as well come up, the poor Taoist will take over all of them!"

She actually wanted to fight against all the heroes and aristocratic sects in the Fishing Boat Song Festival by herself!

The nine disciples of the Qiongyu Sword Sect couldn't help blushing when they saw her disregarding their relationship with them, and shouted: "Senior Sister! We don't want to stay out of it! If anyone wants to harm the sect master, they should step on the nine of us first!" dead body!"

Lu Xueqing looked down from the stage, and said coldly: "Presumptuous! You must not violate the order of the head!"

The nine disciples clenched their swords tightly, their lips trembled, and they wanted to scream again, but finally sat back in their seats resentfully.

Seeing her ignoring him, Wang Jingchun, a scholar of pear poetry, couldn't help but turn blue with anger, and shouted behind his back: "Good job, you rude girl! Have you ever learned about seniority and inferiority?"

"Although Wang is a scholar, he has cultivated righteousness! I will be the first to challenge you! Let you know that there is still justice in this world, and the divine will of heaven!"

As he said that, streams of fresh air emanated from his body, surging mightily, and scattered in circles to protect the surroundings.

He turned out to be a practitioner!

However, the practice of Confucianism is different from that of Daoism, Mozong and Buddhism. It is through reading and understanding, one can cultivate a whole body of righteousness, which does not contain oneself, but only connects the world.

Xiaohanshan Temple, on Bodhi Cliff.

Abbot Xuanci frowned slightly, and finally asked aloud: "Daoist Qing Hui, how about this karma, where we bet on your disciple's life?"

Zhang Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at the mirror of the waterfall.

The Fishing Boat Song Club invites heroes from all over the world and aristocratic sects. Although there are mixed fish and dragons among them, they almost represent the major righteous forces in Dongling County.

It is extremely difficult for Lu Xueqing to fight against the whole audience with one person's power, and even face the battle of wheels!

She is always so strong.

Never willing to say a soft word.

Even if he is an enemy of the whole world, he will not frown.

At this moment, Zhang Ming suddenly felt a little distressed.

It seems that I have never paid too much attention to this only disciple, and I have not taught anything.

However, she just stood there quietly.

Regardless of the wind and rain, or the tumult of heaven and earth, they stood so coldly, unwilling to take a step back.

"Abbot Xuanci, poor Taoists can gamble, but if my disciple loses a single hair, I will kill a disciple of your Xiaohanshan Temple after the poor Taoist discusses the Dharma."

He said in an unprecedented cold voice, "Until your Xiaohanshan Temple...is empty!"

The killing intent spread out in all directions.

Xuan Ci, Xuan Ji and the others changed their complexions, and they shouted in unison: "Qing Hui! You are so courageous, are you so determined that you want to stay with my Little Hanshan Temple forever?"

Zhang Ming shook his head: "The moment you climbed the mountain from the poor road, why did you ever think about letting me go?"

At this moment, the hostility between the two sides was evident.

Xuanci folded his palms together and said, "Amitabha, since Taoist Master Qinghui has spoken, don't blame me for being ruthless. No matter whether we win or lose in the discussion of the Dharma, there is a battle between you and me."

Zhang Ming bowed in return: "Please."

The third round of gambling between the two sides officially began.

Xuanci slowly closed his eyes, and the Buddhist altar in his body glowed with glistening light, floating towards the void in all directions.

"Sanshijing" not only has the function of seeing cause and effect clearly, but also evolving scenes thousands of miles away.

It can also spend a certain price to expand the effect of cause and effect. For example, the cause and effect of a person was originally one leg bitten off by a dog, but now it may be three.

Even... death.

Since everyone in the Fishing Boat Song Club was going to besiege Lu Xueqing, he spent his life to expand it.

"As long as Lu Xueqing dies, Qing Hui's mood will be messed up, and it will be easy to take him down."

Xuanci opened his eyes, and continued to look into the mirror image.

Lu Xueqing stood quietly on the high platform, without turning her head, she said coldly, "Old Mister, just make a move."

Wang Jingchun saw that she was so overbearing, he couldn't help being so angry that his beard flew up, and he shouted: "Zhuzi, you want to die!"

He stretched out his palm and slapped it, and the beams of awe-inspiring light all around gathered in his palm, turning into a knife and falling down.

Lu Xueqing stood there, unmoved.

Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed: "Mr. Wang is actually a strong man at the peak of Guiyi Realm!" "I can't handle this style of Hao Ran Saber, and this Lu Xueqing doesn't even hide!"

The blade was sharp, and he came close in the blink of an eye.

However, Wang Jingchun's body trembled, and the knife stopped unexpectedly, and he couldn't cut it down no matter what.

He looked down in astonishment, only to realize that at some point, streaks of lightning had spread from the ground and entangled himself.

These thunder lights have already paralyzed his nerves!

The five thunders of the Tianshi Mansion are righteous - the Yin five thunders.

Wang Jingchun's body trembled again, as if he had been saving up for a month to show off his supernatural power in Tianxiangyuan, but suddenly all his previous efforts came to naught, and he fell a thousand miles ahead of time.

He spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

The aura of grandeur dissipated in midair.

"You...you demon girl! Wang wished he could take you down with his own hands. I really feel ashamed of the grace of God!"

He froze on the ground, and unexpectedly slammed into the pillar beside him, as if he wanted to apologize with death.

Immediately, a person jumped out from the side of the high platform, stretched out his hand to stop him, and shouted: "No, old man!"

Wang Jingchun failed to hit the pillar, and immediately cried out: "Wang has a debt of grace!"

He always secretly winked at people, indicating that the plan has been completed and the play has been performed, and he quickly helped himself down.

The person who came was the servant of the Wang family of Dongling, and he shouted tacitly: "Don't worry, old man, this witch will naturally be captured by heroes, your health is important!"

Saying that, the two walked down the stage.

At this moment, Lu Xueqing turned around and said, "Mister, Master once taught me that when you are away from home, you should take pleasure in helping others. Since you want to die, I will help you."

She showed a thank you expression, waved her hand up, and a blazing white lightning rushed out.

puff--

Wang Jingchun's chest was pierced directly.

He tried his best to turn around, pointed at the woman on the stage in disbelief, and opened his mouth wide: "You..."

Lu Xueqing cupped her fists and saluted: "It's a small matter, no thanks."

Wang Jingchun's head sank and he died completely.

The servant pretending to be next to him turned pale with fright: "You...you actually killed Mr. Wang!"

Then, he no longer cared about collecting the corpses and other matters, and ran outside. This... something serious happened.

The direction he was going was exactly Wang's house.

Everyone at the scene didn't know why, but they were shocked by Lu Xueqing's ruthlessness. Is this really helping?

For a while, there was a bit of silence.

Lu Xueqing glanced around: "Who else?"

This sentence once again angered the people present.

"Demon girl! I will meet you for a while!"

A handsome young man with a folding fan leaped out of the audience, attracting everyone's attention, but before he had time to be unrestrained, he felt a numbness all over his body.

Crackling.

Lightning scorched it black.

Lu Xueqing said coldly, "Next."

poof.

The young man holding the folding fan fell to the ground.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling their scalps go numb, the two of them were defeated so easily!

No matter how they didn't believe it at this time, they also understood that Lu Xueqing looked young, but she was a strong person beyond the Unity Realm, at least the Life Shaping Realm.

Speaking of the Yang God...they don't believe it.

However, this also stopped most people at once.

In Dongling County, the Life Shaping Realm is already a strong party, just like the Qiongyu Sword Sect, there are not many of them.

Among the people who came now, there are only a handful of them.

Everyone's eyes fell on several well-known strong men in the arena, Han Bai with the Rain-covering Sword, Fei Yu with the Flower Capture Technique, Sun Baifa, the Old Man in the Wind, Guo Yang from the Iron Sword Gate, Wen Buer from Dongling County, Yan Konghou, the Fairy from Yuxiao ...

And the leader of the Black Armor Army, Dou Jun.

However, the representative of the Sheriff's Mansion has been drinking tea and watching a play by the side, and has not said a word so far.

"Forget it, since it is the will of the Holy One, even though we are idle and wild cranes, we are people of the Great Jin Dynasty after all."

Fu Yujian Han Bai coughed, stood up, and said, "Han is not talented, I would like to take the place of all the heroes of Dongling County, and learn the brilliant moves of Qiongyu Sword Sect Master Lu!"

He is thin and thin, with a long silver sword hanging from his waist. He is about thirty years old, and there is a sword mark on his cheek, which is left from fighting with others in the early years.

The prestige of the Rain-Fuying Sword was earned by him alone.

Now that he came to the Fishing Boat Song Club, he just wanted to find an opportunity to join the county guard's mansion or the aristocratic family.

These days, after all, one still has to have a backer, so that one can eat well and dress warmly, and can... live a long time.

Lu Xueqing watched the opponent walk up to the stage step by step, and then said: "Remember, today's battle is not for the Qiongyu Sword Sect, but for the Lingshu Temple."

"Next, if someone says something wrong again, don't blame the sword on Yiqing's back, accept fate and deny anyone."

Han Bai paused, feeling chills.

"Master Lu, please act."