Big Bodhi [The Great Enlightenment] - Chapter 33

[Chapter 33 Xuanqing Hall]

“Zhao Xiaoyun, can you get in?”

Two people walked down from the other Zhao family’s carriage. The girl in front of her looked slightly dark, and her eyes were already impatient. .

Zhao Xiaoyun turned his head to the side and snorted coldly: “Zhao Yanran, don’t show me your arrogant and arrogant appearance, I’m too lazy to serve you.”

Zhao Yanran was a little anxious, but there was nothing she could do about Zhao Xiaoyun, so she glanced at Zhao Xiaoyun angrily. At a glance, he took Zhao Sixing by his side and went straight into the exterior gate.

“I haven’t ignited my heart at my age. Even if I enter the Taiyu Ancient Sect, it will not be a good climate.”

Zhao Xiaoyun murmured in a low voice, waved his hand towards Ji Buyu, and followed Zhao Yanran. The two entered the gate behind them.

Heyun Temple is about three miles in diameter. Although there are many Taoist pagodas and buildings, there are few people and it is very quiet.

“Young Master Ji, the Guanzhu is now in the main hall of Xuanqing Palace. You can go to see him directly at this time.” The

black-robed youth led Ji Yuenian to make an appointment for a stick of incense until he arrived at a majestic palace. Before, neither humble nor arrogant.

Ji Yuenian bowed his hands to him and said, “Thank you, fellow Daoist.”

“No need to be polite, the spectator prefers to be quiet on weekdays, so there are always few people patrolling outside the hall, so Master Ji will go in.” The black-robed youth shook his head. laughed.

Ji Yuenian nodded lightly, turned around and set foot on the ninety-nine stone steps in front of the Xuanqing Palace, walking towards the towering and tall gate.

Under the gate of the hall, Ji Yuenian was able to appreciate the grandeur of the Xuanqing Hall, and the hall door alone was several feet high.

Although it was the hour of the hour, the hall was still brightly lit, and the real images of several gods enshrined in it were faintly visible.

Stepping into the central hall, all the noises disappeared from the ear in an instant, the hall was extremely quiet, and the needles could be heard.

“Which family?”

Some cold voices entered my ears.

Ji Yuenian had just crossed the two-foot-high threshold at this time, and when he looked up, it was a beautiful and handsome woman, wearing a blue robe, looking at him quietly.

“Anyang Ji’s family.” The woman in   Tsing

Yi nodded and said, “Come with me, and I will lead you to visit the spectator.

”

When I walked and passed the three real images of the gods, my eyes paused for a while.

The land of Taichu respects the gods.

Yuanyan Dijie City God is the god of gods.

The two deities are very unusual. One is the god of the land who protects the ancient city of Taichu, and the other is the god of the city god who guards the realm of Yuanyan.

The third real image of the deity is somewhat intriguing. It is a deity with six Buddhist instruments suspended behind him: a bell, a golden drum, a chime, a zheng drum, a cymbal, and a Brahma bell. The Heavenly Commander, the King of Bishamon Dajue, who was in charge of Beiju Luzhou.

In ancient myths and legends, King Duowen has been in the Heavenly Court for the Thirty-Three Days for a long time, and the Buddhist title of King Duowen Bishamon Dajue has long since been abandoned, and now the title of his deity is only the King Duowen of the North.

The real image of this deity is the Buddhist appearance of King Bishamon Dajue, so Ji Yuenian is a little surprised.

Before the woman in Tsing Yi led him into the side hall gate, she turned her head and left without saying a word.

Ji Yuenian looked at her back for a moment, her eyes moved slightly, and she turned and walked into the side hall.

The side hall is still extremely magnificent and spacious, and it seems that there is a forbidden formation for gathering Qi, and even the circulation of the profound energy has become much smoother.

In this hall, there are no real statues of gods enshrined. There is a hexagonal Taoist platform several feet high in the center, and a Taoist priest in green robe is sitting on it.

“Ji Yuenian, Ji’s family in Anyang, I have seen Hexuan Shangzhen.”

Ji Yuenian took a step forward and respectfully saluted the Taoist priest in Qingpao on the Taoist platform.

Daoist Hexuan opened his eyes slightly and said, “No need to be more polite, just look for a futon and wait for a while.”

Ji Yuenian looked sideways, only to realize that there were already several people in the side hall, sitting on the futon. At this moment, Qi Qi turned his head to look at himself.

Because Daoist Hexuan was on top, none of these cultivators ever spoke, but the expressions in their eyes revealed their true thoughts.

Didn’t the Ji family have a Ji Que Xue? Isn’t Ji Yuenian, the eldest son of the Ji family, extinguished, and his cultivation base is ruined?

The news they got was not as timely as the Zhao family, and still stayed a few days ago.

Ji Yuenian didn’t care about the eyes of these people, he found a futon at random and sat down.

After about half a column of incense, there were very clear footsteps outside the hall again. Zhao Yanran, Zhao Xiaoyun, and Zhao Sixing walked in one after another, and they all saluted the Taoist Hexuan on the Taoist platform.

Taoist Hexuan frowned slightly, looked at the three Zhao family members, and seemed a little unhappy, and said, “Why are there so many people in the Zhao family?”

Zhao Yanran stepped forward, took out a wooden box from her sleeve, and respectfully said: ” Hexuan Shangzhen, my father misses Shangzhen’s style very much, but he can’t come to see him because of the common things, so Yanran presents a small gift on behalf of my father this time, it is not respectful.” Hexuan

Taoist expressionless, flicking his sleeve robe, the wooden box It flew to him far away.

Reaching out his hand to open the wooden box, fifteen primordial stones were neatly arranged in it, and in an instant, an incomparably rich heaven and earth primordial qi filled the hall.

“Forget it, you can find the futons and sit down separately, and wait for a while.”

Daoist Hexuan put down the wooden box, closed his eyes again, and stopped talking.

The three of Zhao Yanran looked at each other, and they all found a futon and sat down.

(End of this chapter)