Yama Rising - 1005

Qin Ye looked at the old monk with interest: “Can you see my power?”

The old monk shook his head, biting his lip. Can’t see, but can feel…

I feel like facing the abyss of hell, what kind of existence is this in the end!

I didn’t intend to stay here more, but now Qin Ye has a little interest. Lifting his chin toward the temple, regardless of other people’s gaze, he slowly said, “When was this place built?”

While talking, he walked towards a path. The old monk consciously followed and whispered: “Three years ago.”

Qin Ye nodded, “Who are you enshrining?”

“Jiuyou Yanwang Qin Yanwang.” The old monk didn’t need to wait to ask this time, and said consciously: “Actually, the enshrined in the past was usually the Emperor Fengdu. And it belonged to the Taoist god family. But I don’t know when… the poor monk thought think……”

He pondered for a while, and said with some uncertainty: “About five or six years ago, all the statues of Emperor Fengdu were cracked. This is nothing in the eyes of ordinary believers. But we know that this is a sign of the Lord God’s ascension. Be with him. Broken, there is also a statue of Jizo…”

Qin Ye smiled.

This Nima… Is he Taoist or Buddhism?

According to the name “XXXX the Great”, it is obviously Taoism. However, Buddhism also allows his incense. Should it be related to Jizo?

He has never seen the record about himself unearthed in the Yangjian. This is his Reaper script. There are more than one billion people in China. As long as one hundred years, his faith will be unbreakable.

“What is this King Qin Yan in charge?”

“Mr. Hui, Qin Yan is in charge of life and death, misfortunes, disasters and illnesses. After death, cause and effect. It is strange to say that since a few years ago, after changing to Qin Yan, many people with ghosts in their hearts came to incense, and at night they had bad luck and dreams. Those ordinary men and women, or devout believers, will also have a dream after the incense. Tell them which way they will go after they die. Remember to be clear after waking up.”

It seems that his own judges are still very capable of doing things… Qin Ye smiled slightly, looking at the men in black trench coats who followed at some unknown time from the rear, and said with a smile: “The law enforcement team? Or the Special Investigation Department? ”

The old monk’s face changed, and Heshi’s hands shook: “Sir…no, this is not…”

Before he finished his words, there was a flower before his eyes, and the person just now had disappeared.

Plop… He knelt down with his legs soft. At the same time, several black windbreakers from the rear rushed over immediately. Looking at the surroundings in surprise, for a long time, they all looked at the cold-sweat, disengaged old monk: “Where is the man?”

The old monk shook his head blankly.

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Gonggeer Peak, the highest peak of the Kunlun Mountains.

According to legend, this place is at the same level as the sky, and one step up is where the gods are. There are also legends that the Queen Mother of the West lived here, with an elixir.

Kunlun, these two words are full of mythology. But the real owner here is only a humble house.

In the house built with thatch, a piece of green bamboo was planted on the top of the snow-capped mountain. Just in front of the thatched hut, an old man, dressed in a quilt, holding a fishing rod, rested his chin with one hand. Catch a fish like sleep.

In front of him, a shimmering pond, about tens of meters wide, was full of lotus flowers and floating with green lotus leaves. This is an impossible situation on the top of a snow-capped mountain!

But the most eye-catching thing is the center of the pond, a stone stele protruding from the water, on which is inserted a sword covered with wind and snow.

The old fisherman remained motionless, this scene seemed eternal. But suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly and looked around gravely: “Who?”

“There is no greeting today, come here uninvited… Your Excellency should show up!”

A figure slowly walked out from behind the green bamboo, it was Qin Ye.

As if the wind and snow couldn’t fall on him at all, he reached out and knocked on the green bamboo, and said with a smile: “Sword Master Xuanyuan is really interested. The snowy peak can make such a scene, not bad.”

“Are you… his disciple? The judge… yes, yes, it is not easy for a mortal to cultivate to this level.”

As soon as his figure appeared, the old fisherman’s clothes all over his body were windless. He looked at Qin Ye solemnly, his body resembling a tiger preparing to prey, and the veins on his arms burst out. not moving at all.

Tick…A drop of cold sweat was drawn from his forehead and fell on the snow, like boiling water, making a “zi” sound.

very scary……

The judge has approached the high-level shadow, and he can see something that the low-level shadow can’t see. At this moment, it is serious for him, and it is not human at all! It’s the hell of walking!

Obviously it is the appearance of a young man, but behind him, there are several terrifying yin auras! They are like living creatures, sheltering each other. And since the moment he appeared, the true energy of the entire mountain had completely disappeared. Only the blue and black Yin Qi surged!

“you……”

“Don’t be afraid.” Qin Ye pressed his hand down: “Old knowledge. Your master knows me very well.”

“Indeed.” Before the voice fell, the door to the thatched house had been opened. Sword Master Xuanyuan, who had not seen him for several years, wore a Taoist robe. He arched his hands deeply, nearly ninety degrees: “I have seen King Qin Yan.”

thump!

Before he finished his words, the old fisherman was already on all fours and almost fell to the ground, and then he seemed to want to raise his head desperately. But he didn’t dare to scan Qin Ye secretly with the corner of his eye.

King Qin Yan?

This, this is the Qin Hades? The name that can’t be said in the first Xiu Dao? Lord of the Underworld?

The real thing… the terrestrial death? !

After reacting, the first feeling was panic. The second feeling is fortunate, fortunately that in my lifetime, I can see this kind of mythical person. Finally, it was emotion.

This is the true body of King Qin Yan…

“You haven’t walked in the sun room for several years. Is there something important to come here this time?” Sword Master Xuanyuan made a gesture of asking, and Qin Ye followed him into the thatched house.

The decoration inside is also very simple, with a table for eight immortals, a chair for masters, and another room with gossip and futon. Qin Ye was not polite, and sat down in the main seat with two cups of fragrant tea already placed on the table.

“Snow lotus, plus the tea made from Qianshanxue, is only available here in the entire country of China. This is the best thing I can come up with. Don’t be surprised by King Qin Yan.” Sword Master Xuanyuan said sincerely.

“How come.” Qin Ye smiled, opened the lid of the cup, and a cold scent spread over the face. Quiet and lasting, as if the soul has been clarified. He glanced at each other unexpectedly, nodded and said, “Good tea.”

The next step is silence.

Qin Ye took a sip of tea, paused for a few seconds, and finally said: “Long time no see.”

“It’s really been a long time since I saw it. It’s hard for King Qin Yan to remember the old man… After death, I won’t go to Hell?” Sword Master Xuanyuan gave a wry smile.

Qin Ye suppressed his smile and looked at each other seriously. Slowly said: “You can bring this king’s words to everyone who is worried about this. Tell them…I understand their approach and position.”

His fingers lightly lit on the table as if playing a piano, with some beauty in his eyes, as if against the days when he walked in the sun. After a long time, he said indifferently: “Human…this kind of creature has its own stand in the world.”

“If you have a position, your behavior must be consistent. Besides, the situation was special at that time. I didn’t explain that some of the methods you took were not too radical. At least… we can barely say a good meeting and a good break.”

“Hey…” Sword Master Xuanyuan sighed lightly.

There are many high-level regrets now. They regret why Qin Ye didn’t treat him better when he was in Yangjian. I regret why I used Yin Yu to inspect again and again. But they also know that if the situation comes up again, they will make exactly the same choice.

“However, this is all over.” Qin Ye smiled freely: “This time, this king does have important things.”

The pupils of Xuanyuanjian’s master suddenly shrank, and he whispered, “Gonggeer Peak has changed.”

Qin Ye nodded, before speaking, the other party immediately said anxiously: “My lord, please indicate whether it is serious? Will…will the spiritual disaster reappear?”

I think it’s bad, brother.

Qin Ye smiled and said: “Don’t worry, this time the gate of the heavens has opened. After I became the throne a few years ago, the heavens and gods have learned from each other and the three realms are connected. This time… I’m afraid an acquaintance will come down.”

Sword Master Xuanyuan let out a long sigh, and subconsciously asked, “Who?”

Qin Ye took a sip from his teacup, smiling on his lips. Sword Master Xuanyuan suddenly felt that the other party…very vague.

I haven’t seen him for a few years. The man who laughed and scolded at the academy at the beginning now feels that Tianwei is unpredictable even at a glance. After all…Which is the real him?

Ding——The cup was gently put down, interrupting his cranky thinking, Qin Ye said indifferently: “Perhaps…it’s Jizo?”

After the last word fell, Sword Master Xuanyuan took a breath and looked at Qin Ye in disbelief.

“how?”

Sword Master Xuanyuan shook his head, then immediately rushed to the back of the house and opened the door.

This thatched house is built on a lonely mountain.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, there is a Ksitigarbha sculpture standing on the edge of the cliff of Lonely Mountain!

It was covered with snow, but in the gray, windy and snowy sky, a tiny light was projected onto the hands of the Tibetan statue together.

It does not know how long it has existed, full of the vicissitudes of history. This is a mystery, just like no one knows why there is such a Ksitigarbha sculpture on Gonggeer Peak on the top of Kunlun Mountain. And in its palm, a snow lotus was swaying in the wind. Around Xuelian, countless souls can be seen with naked eyes, crying and wailing every second.

“The bitter sea grows lotus, save all sentient beings…” The cold wind blew the Xuanyuan sword master’s clothes and hunting flying. He gently shook his head, slightly opened his mouth and turned around: “The Xuanyuan sword masters of the past, here are all theirs. Recluse, but since we started the school, this sculpture has been here.”

“It hasn’t changed for thousands of years… but just ten days ago, a snow lotus suddenly grew from the snow in its hands. It seemed…was awakened by something.”