Big Bodhi [The Great Enlightenment] - Chapter 327

[Chapter 323]

Tongming Palace Que.

“The imperial edict of Yutai.”

As soon as these words came out, all the creatures in the Tongming Upper Palace knelt on their knees and bowed their heads to listen to the order.

“From now on, Ji Wushu will relinquish the position of the deacon and elder of the Tongming Palace and move to the master of the Yuting Palace. The Anyang Ji family’s bloodline will belong to the Jade Palace, and the spiritual resources will be distributed according to the share of the undetermined holy son.”

Ji Wushu looked a little bit . Dumbfounded, he stepped forward to respectfully took the edict, and muttered: “I am just a deacon elder, how could I be relocated as the master of the Jade Court Palace? The Jade Court Palace was the dojo before the eldest son. Yes…”

At

the same time, Jiao Xiuyu, Li Xunxian, Yu Yan, and Zhao Yanran, who used to be friends with Ji Yuenian, were all rewarded by the Jade Stage, and these creatures who were rewarded were all confused. Shui, I don’t know why Yutaijing wants to drop rewards.

…

The head of Qingluojing Shen Mu, as one of the several ancestors of the Li family in the third mountain, was directly promoted to the master of Qingluojing this time, replacing Yujiu Zhenren in charge of Qingluojing, one of the three realms.

Shenmu Dojo.

The old man in Jinpao took a sip of the spirit tea and said, “Master Shen Mu, I’m afraid I will call you Lord Realm later.” Master

Shen Mu waved his hand and said with a smile: “The mountain master is serious, Immortal Xueyu promoted me as the master of the Qingluo realm this time, and I was a little confused, but I had some vague conjectures in my heart.” The

old man Jinpao is the mountain master of the Third Mountain Range and one of the several ancestors of the Li family. , Now hearing this, I couldn’t help but look up and said, “I would like to hear it in detail.”

Shen Mu’s seat pondered for a while, and said, “If my expectations are correct, it may be related to the Holy Son of Tongming. The

old man in Jinpao looked more and more puzzled, and said, “The Holy Son of Tongming has already fallen in the Void Mountains. This is a matter that everyone knows, why did the head of Shen Mu say this?”

The head of Shen Mu stood up, carrying his hands on his back, and said slowly: “Half a day ago, a blue-blue rainbow burst out from the Jade Terrace, and I don’t know where it went. Since then, the Jade Terrace has successively issued several The imperial edicts were given to those who had an old relationship with the Holy Son of Tongming, and the ones who benefited the most were the members of my Li family, and even Li Xunxian, the abolished son of the Third Mountain to be determined, returned to the Guixuan Palace.”

The old man in Jinpao pondered for a while, and said, “Could it be that the Holy Son of Tongming never perished, that light rainbow…”

The head of Shen Mu lightly flicked his sleeves and interrupted it, saying, “Now the Holy Son of Six Mountains has already re-selected. , the honorary title has also been changed, and since then, the Taiyu Shengzong will no longer have any transparent saints.” The

old man in the robe understood, nodded slowly, stretched out his sleeves and held the tea cup again, and didn’t speak again.

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the territory of Taichu, the city of Anyang.

After the Xuanyin ghost was executed, the yin qi of heaven and earth that permeated the city of Anyang dissipated. A few years later, the vitality of the Taichu qi meridian has recovered a little. Under the ancient city wall, there are cluttered wild grasses that have even grown. to a height of two feet.

creak.

Spotless brocade velvet satin shoes stepped on the rotten planks under the dilapidated city gate and walked towards the stone bridge deep in the county town.

Hundreds of years have passed, the once prosperous and bustling Anyang County City has been reduced to a dead place after several winds and frosts.

Walking up to the stone bridge, a rickety old man walked slowly from the depths of the county town.

The old man staggered to the edge of the stone bridge, holding a delicate wooden statue in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, “You’re back.”

Ji Yuenian looked down at the wrinkled old man under the stone bridge and tapped lightly. nod.

The old man handed the wooden carving up with trembling hands, looking at Ji Yuenian with extremely complicated eyes, but after all, he never said any unnecessary words.

The former Zhao Xingyan has long since died, and now the rickety old man is just a walking corpse with no body.

Ji Yuenian stretched out his sleeves and took the wood carving, and looked down carefully.

The creatures carved by this wood carving are extremely strange, with bare chests, bare backs, bare feet, long hair, two lifelike streamers entwined around their bodies, and six Buddhist instruments such as pestles, wheels, beads, and drums hanging behind them. .

The most bizarre thing is that there is a circle-like wooden wheel fixed behind this creature’s brain. If it really shows up, the bright light on it will even be enough to reflect the world.

This statue is exactly the one Zhao Yinyue once held.

This is an Arhat.

When Ji Yuenian raised his head again, the rickety old man had already turned into ashes and melted into the dust under his feet.

For Zhao Xingyan, the shackles of fate trapped on the true spirit finally dissipated, and reincarnation was a relief.

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(End of this chapter)