Legend of the Cultivation God - Chapter 3249

[Chapter 3249 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, “The slave family wants to put Mr. Among…”

The woman’s emotions are obviously very rich, and her expressions are considered naked, but Mr. Jiang smiled and said, “In any case, I hope the girl will have a wonderful Mid-Autumn Festival!”

“Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang…” For a while, many men and women shouted, wanting this Mr. Jiang to add the finishing touch to their lotus lanterns.

“Hahaha…Thank you for your support. Jiang is just an ordinary person in the academy. Jiang has many brothers and sisters, and everyone’s cultivation is not inferior to Jiang. Don’t worry!” Mr. Jiang laughed and waved his hand. Many lotus lanterns were released from the hands of everyone and landed near the pavilion. Not only in front of Mr. Jiang, but also other students had placed a few!

Xiao Hua and the others were not too close to the pavilion, but when many lotus lanterns were flying, the bright lights still illuminated them. The Taoist robe stopped for a while, and a strange expression flashed, but this expression disappeared in a flash, and his eyes fell on the lotus lamp again!

“Three cardinal guides are indeed life, and morality is the root. If you give Yang Jiu, the official is also weak. Chu prisoners take their crowns, and send cars to the poor north. The sound of powerful chanting came out word by word. Many students waved their ink pens to put their eyes on the lotus lanterns. Xiao Hua and others walked out from the pavilion. This garden is lively, but this liveliness belongs to the students and the villagers. , only does not belong to them!

Except for the pavilion closest to Xiao Hua, in other parts of the garden, there are also some splendid sword qi bursting out from time to time. On such a lively night, on such a righteous night, even on the Mid-Autumn Festival, even on a day when hundreds of ghosts walk at night, I’m afraid there is no need to be afraid of ghosts approaching, right?

After leaving the garden, Xiao Hua and others walked a few more streets under the leadership of Liu Yi, and the surroundings gradually became quiet. Although there were some hanging lanterns, it was far from the previous noise. Moreover, these streets are already dilapidated, and even feel a little desolate. The distance between the streets is getting longer and longer. There is a river that is not particularly wide on the side of the street, but the river is full of stinky water, and it is half empty. Full of stench and piles of flies.

A small bridge appeared in front, and several beggars in ragged clothes quickly walked past Xiao Huama with dirty pots 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 nearby, and the stinky ditch-like stream on the left was exactly surrounding the barren slope and the surrounding area. The shanty turns around!

“This…is Xiluoling and Qiyang Temple!” Xiao Hua thought to himself, but just when he was about to speak, his brows were slightly wrinkled again, but when he saw his mind swept away, he was about a dozen feet away from him. At the place, two men dressed in black quickly passed through the ruins, and they ran to the distance with light effort.

“Oh? These people… Could it be from the local area…” Xiao Hua’s spiritual sense only glanced, not knowing why these people aroused his vigilance, he thought about it and asked, “Liu Yi, what is there in Tongzhu country? An organization similar to the Cape Gang?”

“Yes!” Liu Yi replied without hesitation, “Black Wind Gate!”

“Oh? Isn’t this the capital of Tongzhu Kingdom? How come there are such wicked people?” Xiao Hua accepted his spiritual sense and wondered.

Without waiting for Liu Yi to speak, Xiao Jian said coldly: “The good teacher knows that this official and bandit is a family since ancient times! Not to mention the border, it will exist in the capital of any country!”

“Well…” Xiao Hua nodded slightly and pointed his hand, “Let’s go, cross this bridge, and the Seven Suns Temple is in front!”

“Da Da…” The monotonous sound of horses’ hooves sounded on the slightly quiet street, and on the side of the lively Tongzhu Academy, the garden where Xiao Hua had just walked, was a slightly dark place, with sweat on his forehead. Mr. Jiang was sitting there drinking tea and taking a break. There was a soft sound of “swoosh”, and the flying sword that was one inch long fell in front of Mr. Jiang’s eyes! Mr. Jiang frowned, looked left and right, and patted his hand, 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 was born in his hand to smash the paper, and then he stood up and said lightly: “Hundred ghosts walk in the night, hundreds of ghosts walk in the night…”

Hearing that there was the Seven Suns Temple in front of him, Xiao Jian patted the horse under him, and the horse quickened its pace and climbed onto the small bridge. It was a little blurry, and when Xiao Jian came up to the bridge, he realized that the other side of the bridge was very low-lying, a huge black area, and occasionally some lights flashed, which was completely different from what he had seen before.

“Go there!” Xiao Hua pointed to where his left hand was under the bridge, where there was a dim brilliance, but it was not obvious.

“Hey, the Taoist temples in the world are one family!” Xiao Jian sighed, “Although the capital of the Copper Pillar Kingdom is prosperous, the Seven Sun Temple is no different from the Jiang Chao Temple in Changsheng Town…”

When everyone approached the dim place, they saw a gate blocked by a piece of dilapidated bricks. The gate was about ten feet wide and two feet high. However, Xiao Jian lost his interest at a glance! Without him… In addition to being several times larger than the portal of Jiang Chaoguan, the entire portal of the Seven Suns Temple is as if someone moved the entire portal of Jiang Chaoguan! The patent leather above the gate is dry and dry, as if the scales of the river fish have been scraped, some fall off, and some hang there. Even the open door is magically the same as the door of Jiang Chaoguan, slanting. The crooked is about to fall off the door shaft!

Of course, on both sides of the portal, there were two tattered red lanterns that leaked air, and on top of the portal, although the cleaning was very clean, the “Seven Suns Temple”, which was still vaguely written, told Xiao Jian that he was not dreaming of Changsheng Town. .

“Slow down, slow down…” Xiao Jian just walked to the Seven Suns Temple when he heard an unusually kind voice sounding in front of the gate. Although this voice was old and hoarse, it was like this in the night sky and wind. Clearly, “This good master eats slowly, if it’s not enough for a while, there will be…”

Xiao Jian looked a little puzzled, just in front of the Seven Suns Temple, there was a large iron pot, and the iron pot was filled with steaming white porridge. In front of the iron pot, there were dozens of beggars in ragged clothes. These beggars were old and young, and there were even a few women with babies on their backs! These beggars, without exception, set their eyes on the white porridge, licked their dry lips, and swallowed their saliva undisguised. A young man with stains on his face looked sick. He had just received a bowl of white porridge. He ignored the hot porridge and took a sip immediately. , holding a wooden spoon with porridge in his hand, and hurriedly said to the young man, under the light, the old man smiled and looked like he saw his anxious grandson.

Xiao Hua has already dismounted, walking behind Xiao Jian, his eyes are different from Xiao Jian, not falling on the white porridge, but looking at the old man carefully. But seeing that the old man is about sixty years old, his waist is a little hunched, and the slightly wide Taoist robe is sternly worn on the body. Very neat, tied above the head in a small crown. The old man is very spirited, and he 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, but he doesn’t even have any Taoist cultivation!

“Good Lords…” The old man looked away from the young man, and said apologetically, “This white porridge has just been boiled, and I was supposed to wait for it to get cold before I took it out! The Lord was hungry and waited for a long time, and then I hurriedly put it out! After everyone has served it, it will be slightly cold before eating. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. enough……”

“Thank you, Daoist Master…” These beggars said weakly, apparently really hungry. Some of them have heard Xiao Jian and others’ hooves and raised their eyes to look at Xiao Jian and others…

Lao Dao’s ears seem to be not very good, and he didn’t hear the sound of the horse’s hooves. He still concentrates on scooping up a spoonful of porridge from the iron pot with a spoon, but his arms are a little trembling. Inside the broken bowl of a beggar with outstretched arms…

“Oh?” After Xiao Jian jumped off his horse, the figure flashed past Lao Dao’s eyes, and Lao Dao realized that someone was coming. Turning his head, he saw Xiao Jian’s Taoist robe, and Lao Dao’s eyes flashed with joy, and he proclaimed, “Immeasurable Taoist Venerable, Daoist friend here?”

“Xiao Jian, I have seen senior!” Xiao Jian placed a single palm on his chest and gave a respectful salute.

“Don’t dare, the old man is kind, but he is too old to be a senior!” The old man did not put down the spoon in his hand, and returned the salute with one hand, “Fellow Daoist Xiao, please wait for the old man to give these porridges to these good masters. , and then invite fellow Daoists to watch it!”

“Senior Daoshan, please be busy first…” Xiao Jian looked at the gate behind Lao Dao with some naughtiness. He didn’t understand. The gate of the Seven Suns Temple is so big, why should there be some disciples? Could it be that this goodness is even more embarrassing than himself, and he doesn’t even have an apprentice?

The old man naturally saw Xiao Hua and the others behind Xiao Jian, but when he saw that they were all young, they thought they were Xiao Jian’s disciples, so he smiled kindly and served porridge to a few beggars. However, in just a moment, Lao Dao’s arm trembled even more.