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

  Chapter 132 My disciple loses a hair, and the poor road kills one person

   All eyes fell on the woman in the blue dress.

   Qiongyu Sword Sect!

  Lu Xueqing!

  I have known or paid attention to it before, and I have only noticed it now. At first glance, I just think this girl is so beautiful!

   Immediately, he was a little surprised.

   She has already entered the Taoist gate? ?

   Today's sages worship Buddhism and suppress Taoism. Is this Qiongyu Sword Sect so ignorant of good and evil, or did they join the Taoist sect?

  The people on the Bodhi Cliff also whispered.

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

   "This is an old scholar of the Wang family of Dongling. I heard that he stayed at Dongming Academy and later returned to the county town. Now he teaches at Zhaoyan Academy and is known as the Bachelor of Pear Ci!"

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

   "Pear word bachelor? What does it mean?"

  Others do not know much about the Tangling Wang family.

   The person who spoke did not answer immediately, but looked at the previous Wang's direct line, cupped his hands and said, "With Brother Hongye here, it's not my turn to speak without permission."

  Wang Hongye gave a wry smile, looked at the Taoist Qinghui who was sitting in meditation in fear, and said, "My Dongling Wang family has no intention of being an enemy of Lingshu Guan, it's all a misunderstanding."

   Seeing that everyone was still looking at him, he couldn't help but explain: "This person on stage is my uncle, and he did stay at Dongming Academy in Jingcheng. As for this scholar of pear words..."

   "Everyone knows that the late emperor liked to listen to opera during his lifetime. My uncle was fortunate enough to listen to opera together in the palace and wrote lyrics and music for the late emperor, so he got this title."

  Others suddenly realized.

   "It turns out that there are so many stories about the family background of Brother Hongye, and the Wang family of Dongling is worthy of being a model for my generation."

   "By the way, Brother Hongye, there is also a Wang family in the capital. He is one of the three great families of the Jin Dynasty. It is very prestigious. I don't know what it is related to the Dongling Wang family?"

   Someone continued to ask questions.

Wang Hongye raised his head slightly and said with a smile: "To tell the truth, the king's family in the capital is the main family of my Dongling Wang family. Grandpa Zu moved away from the capital for some reasons, so he opened up branches in Dongling County. I'll wait."

   When these words came out, everyone was shocked.

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

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

   This is something that many people do not know.

   You must know that a family like the King of Kyoto is already the pinnacle in the Dajin Dynasty. The children of the family are all over the court, the military, and even the royal family has to rely on it.

   And the Wang family also has a famous figure, Dongming Academy, the Confucian sage of the world, Wang Haoran!

   This is the only Confucian saint in the Jin Dynasty!

   However, I heard that two years ago, his mood was damaged because of some things, so he retreated and practiced, and he didn't see any visitors again.

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

   However, since then, everyone has found that Confucianism and Taoism have declined, fewer and fewer Confucian scholars are talking about it, and Buddhism has risen strongly and quickly covered several major counties.

   Therefore, there are also people who suspect that Saint Haoran’s mentality is damaged, and it may be that Buddhism has moved his hands and feet.

   Zhang Ming could hear what they were talking about.

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

   He thought to himself, "Just now Xuanci said that the elder of the Imperial Beast Gate has an old relationship with the Dongling Wang Clan. Could it be that the Dongling Wang Clan is really targeting us? But why?"

   Zhang Ming was puzzled.

   He and Qingquan and others had just descended the mountain, so they should have never had a grudge against the Dongling Wang Clan. Therefore, the only possibility is that Qiongyu Sword Sect had a grudge against each other?

   This also makes sense, why the pear lyricist wanted to target Lu Xueqing at the fishing boat singing party.

   Yes, it must be so!

   Zhang Ming only felt that he had mastered the truth.

   In the mirror image of the waterfall, a group of heroes, representatives of aristocratic families, and descendants of the sect were also agitated, and they all surrounded Qiongyu Sword Sect.

   "Old Master Wang is right! This Qiongyu Sword Sect joins the Daoist sect, which goes against the will of the Holy Spirit. It really doesn't deserve to be one of the three sects and seventeen sects, and it doesn't deserve to sit on the same page as me!"

   "Yeah! Demon girl, how dare you come to the fishing boat song party! Isn't this shameless?"

   "Take them down! The old man suspects that they are colluding with Mozong. This time I came here to get information!"

  “…”

   For a time, everyone was scolding the Qiongyu Sword Sect. Some of them disliked this high-ranking sect, and some wanted to show it to the imperial court.

   To worship the Buddha and suppress the Tao is to comply with the holy will.

   This is the general trend of the Jin Dynasty!

   Bass——

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

   "Retract your sword and sit down."

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

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

  The dozen or so people who stood in front of them only felt a chill blowing towards their faces, as if a sword intent rushed into the sky, and they couldn't help but step back a few steps to make way for a passage.

   "What is she going to do?"

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

  The people were puzzled.

  Lu Xueqing took the stage step by step, looked at the old man in black Confucian uniform, and asked, "Old gentleman, you want to suppress us on the spot to set an example?"

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

   A little cold.

   Wang Jingchun, a scholar of pear words, glared at him and shouted, "As a subject of Dajin, we should obey the will of the sage, and you should be suppressed when you join the Taoist sect!"

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

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

   "Everyone, since it is to expel the Taoist sect, there is no need to involve the Qiongyu Sword Sect. Pindao comes from the Lingshu Temple of Zhuoguang Mountain, and is under the tutelage of the Taoist priest of Qinghui, and the Taoist name is Yiqing."

   She said coldly, "Anyone who wants to expel the Daomen, might as well come up, and the poor Daoists will all take over!"

   She actually wanted to use her strength to fight the heroes and aristocratic families of this fishing boat singing party!

When the nine disciples of the Qiongyu Sword Sect saw her disregarding their relationship with themselves, their faces flushed, and they shouted, "Senior sister! corpse!"

  Lu Xueqing looked down from the stage and said in a cold voice, "Presumptuous! Don't violate the order of the head!"

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

   Wang Jingchun, a scholar of pear words, saw that she was ignoring him, and his face turned blue with anger, and shouted from behind, "How good you are, you rude girl! Have you ever learned how to respect the elders and the younger?"

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

   said, his body exudes a clean air, agitated, scattered around in a circle.

   He turned out to be a practitioner!

   However, the practice of Confucianism is different from Taoism, Mozong, and Buddhism. It is through reading and understanding, and one can cultivate a magnificent and righteousness.

  Xiaohanshan Temple, on the Bodhi Cliff.

   Abbot Xuanci slightly stretched his brows, and finally asked aloud: "Qinghui Daoist, it's not as good as the cause and effect of this game, let's bet on the life and death of your disciple?"

   Zhang Ming's eyes narrowed and he looked at the waterfall mirror.

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

  Lu Xueqing has to use one person to face the audience, and even face the wheel battle, how difficult it is!

   She was always so strong.

   is never willing to say more soft words.

   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 he has never been too concerned about this only disciple, nor has he taught anything.

   But, she just stood there quietly.

   No matter the wind, rain and thunder, or the turmoil of heaven and earth, they all stand so coldly, unwilling to take a step back.

   "Abbot Xuanci, the poor Daoist can gamble, but if my disciple loses a hair, after the poor Dao talks about the law, I will kill a disciple of your Xiaohanshan Temple."

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

   Killing intent spread out in all directions.

  Xuanci, Xuanji and others changed their expressions, and shouted in unison: "Qinghui! You are so brave, you are so determined, do you want to stay with me Xiaohanshan 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 is clearly visible.

  Xuanci said: "Amitabha, since Daoist Qing Hui has spoken, don't blame me for being ruthless. Regardless of whether the Dharma wins or loses, there is a battle between you and me."

   Zhang Ming bowed in return: "Please."

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

  Xuanci slowly closed his eyes, and the Buddhist altar in his body shone brightly, drifting towards the void in all directions.

   "Three Worlds" can not only see the cause and effect clearly, but also the role of evolution of the scene thousands of miles away.

   It can also cost a certain price to expand the effect of cause and effect. For example, a person's cause and effect should have been bitten off one leg by a dog, but now it may be three.

   Even... is death.

  Since the people of the Fishing Boat Song Club were going to besiege Lu Xueqing, he spent his life to expand it.

   "As long as Lu Xueqing is dead, Qing Hui's mood will be chaotic, and it will be easy to take him down."

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

  Lu Xueqing stood quietly on the high platform, and said coldly without turning her head, "Sir, please take action."

  Wang Jingchun saw that she was so caressed, and couldn't help being so angry that his beard was flying, and he shouted: "Shuzi, courting death!"

   He stretched out his palm and slapped it, and the surrounding beams of light gathered in the palm of his hand, turning into a knife and falling.

  Lu Xueqing stood on the spot, unmoved.

Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed: "Master Wang is actually a powerhouse at the peak of the reunification realm!" "I can't even handle this type of Haoran sword, but Lu Xueqing doesn't even hide!"

  The blade was sharp, blinking to the front.

   However, Wang Jingchun's body trembled, and the knife stopped, no matter what.

   He looked horrified and looked down, only then did he realize that at some point, a thunderous light had spread from the ground and wrapped around him.

   These thunder lights have paralyzed his nerves!

  Tianshifu Five Thunders Dharma - Yin Five Thunders.

  Wang Jingchun's body trembled again, just like when he was preparing to show his power in Tianxiangyuan for a month, he suddenly gave up all his efforts and collapsed in advance.

   He spat out a mouthful of blood.

  The aura of grandeur dissipated in the air.

   "You...you demon girl! Wang Mou can't wait to take you down with his own hands, I'm really ashamed of the grace of God!"

   He fell to the ground, and slammed into the pillar beside him, as if he was going to die.

   Someone immediately jumped out from the high platform, stretched out his hand to stop him, and shouted, "No sir!"

  Wang Jingchun failed to hit the pillar, and suddenly cried out in tears: "Wang has a negative grace!"

   He gave people a secret wink, indicating that the plan was completed and the play was done, so 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 gentleman, this demon girl will naturally be captured by heroes, your health is important!"

   said, the two walked down the stage.

  Lu Xueqing turned around at this time and said, "Old sir, Master once taught me that when I go out, I should help others. Since sir wants to die, I will help you."

   She showed a thankless look, waved her hand, and a blazing white thunder and lightning rushed out.

  Poof——

   Wang Jingchun's chest was directly penetrated.

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

  Lu Xueqing clenched her fists and saluted: "No need to thank you for a small matter."

   Wang Jingchun's head sank and he died completely.

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

   Then, he no longer cared about collecting the corpse, and ran outside. This... something happened.

   The direction he was going was the Wang family's house.

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

   For a while, it turned out to be a bit cold.

  Lu Xueqing glanced around: "Who else?"

   This sentence angered the people present again.

   "Sorceress! My son will meet you for a while!"

   A handsome young man with a folding fan jumped out from the stage, attracting everyone's attention, but before he had time to be cool, he felt numb.

  Ouch.

  Lightning scorched it black.

  Lu Xueqing said coldly, "Next."

  Puff.

  The boy holding the folding fan fell to the ground.

   Everyone looked at each other in dismay and felt their scalps go numb. The two of them were defeated so easily!

   No matter how they didn't believe it at this time, they understood that Lu Xueqing looked young, but she was beyond the realm of normalization, or at least a powerhouse in the realm of life-shaping.

  To say the sun god...they don't believe it.

   However, this also stopped the vast majority of people at once.

   In Dongling County, the life-shaping realm is already a strong one, just like the Qiongyu Sword Sect, there are not many.

   There are only a handful of those who come today.

Everyone's eyes fell on several well-known powerhouses in the field, Han Bo, the sword covered by rain, Fei Yu, the means of capturing flowers, Sun Baifa, the old man of Fengchen, Guo Yang of Iron Sword Gate, Wen Buer of Dongling County, and Yan Konghou, the fairy of jade flute. ...

   There is also the commander of the Black Armored Army, Dou Jun.

   However, this representative of the county governor 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, I am a person of the Great Jin after all, even though I am idle."

  Fu Yujian Han Bo coughed, stood up, and said, "Han is not talented, I would like to represent the heroes of Dongling County to learn the great tricks of Qiongyu Sword Sect Leader Lu!"

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

  The prestige of the rain-covering sword was created by him alone and with one sword.

   Now that he came to the Fishing Boat Song Club, he just wanted to find an opportunity to join the county government or a noble family.

   These days, after all, you still have to have a backer, so that you can eat well, clothe yourself warmly, and live a long time.

  Lu Xueqing watched the other party come to the stage step by step, and then said: "Remember, today's battle is not for Qiongyu Sword Sect, but for Lingshuguan."

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

  Han Bo paused in his footsteps, feeling the chill.

   "Master Lu, please take action."

   (end of this chapter)