Yinsha Water Old Mother Compared with the Snow Mountain Great Master?
Inside the carriage.
The Bo Mountain Brazier is filled with Aquilaria Incense, and wisps of smoke slowly drift out of the burner and swirl around its body.
The furnace body is adorned with misty mountains and floating beasts, resembling the legendary "Boshan," a mythical island in the sea.
Unfortunately, the carriage contained some indescribable odors that spoiled the unique floral and sweet scent of the Aquilaria Incense.
Jian Zhongyi sat upright in the center of the carriage, his hair and beard flowing like a waterfall, black and shiny as lacquer, with four large beads strung from top to bottom.
The drifting Green Smoke were inhaled through the airflow into the mouth and nose, then exhaled again, stirring up the calm cloud of smoke.
He opened his eyes with a slight tremor.
"Get down."
The girl bent halfway up and tidied herself up quickly. She wiped her mouth, put on her brocade robe, and moved lightly without making a sound. The thin robe was as thin as a cicada's wing, vaguely revealing her captivatingly graceful figure.
Another maid came in, took away the Bo Mountain Brazier, replaced it with a bronze Tortoise-Crane Brazier, and lit a layer of stronger incense.
A wisp of smoke billowed from the tortoise and crane's beak, gradually dissipating.
Jian Zhongyi leaned back, his spine pressed against the soft flesh, and his whole body relaxed.
The "Lotus Chair" beneath him extended two arms, bringing a cup of warm tea. He gently lifted the lid, brushed aside the floating leaves, and slowly fed the tea to Jian Zhongyi, following his breathing.
This is a "Lotus Chair" formed by six women intertwined and overlapping. With their slow breathing, their chests rise and fall under the tattered gauze, revealing skin as beautiful as jade.
After finishing his tea, Jian Zhongyi let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.
The Lotus Chair slowly undulated and bloomed.
Jian Zhongyi- yi lay flat on his back, no longer moving, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
I don't know how much time has passed.
A monk stepped through the curtain and into the room.
He wore a golden conical hat, a red silk robe, and thick prayer beads around his neck. Heavy gold pendants dangled from his earlobes, making his earlobes appear extremely long, and he exuded an air of nobility as he swayed.
The monk stopped, took out an exquisite leather pouch from his robes, and placed two flat objects on the table.
"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission. In a total of one hundred and seven days, the preparation is complete. It is a magical Law Artifact that unites heaven and earth."
Jian Zhongyi opened his eyes and saw two almost identical flat objects on the table.
He straightened up and examined the object carefully in the dim light filtering through the curtain.
The two Law Artifact are very similar, both being dark purple and glossy, and feel soft and thick to the touch, as if they were cast together as one piece. However, faint traces of knife cuts can be seen on the edges.
How to achieve perfection?
"After nine years of meticulous polishing and refining, it can truly become as smooth and resilient as an ancestral Law Artifact, passed down for thousands of years, and completely perfect."
Were those two people dead?
"They only lived for one night. At noon, they were sent to heaven, and their bones and flesh were crushed and fed to the Sky Eagle."
Jian Zhongyi put his hands together and said, "Thank you, Master."
The monk bowed slightly and said, "Amitabha!"
Chien Chung-yi held the magical Law Artifact with Jian Zhongyi affection, as if he were holding two beautiful young girls in the palm of his hand.
A strong sense of conquest and satisfaction welled up inside me, and even my appetite surged from my stomach.
I'm hungry!
Orders were relayed to the kitchen staff, and the entire kitchen sprang into action.
Jian Zhongyi leaned down with satisfaction and casually asked, "Master, now that I have taken office, I am ordered to deal with the Ghost Mother Sect. I wonder how the Yinsha Water Old Mother worshipped by that cult compares to the Snow Mountain Great Master?"
The monk bowed deeply and said, "He is far inferior to the Buddha."
"Oh? Is there any basis for this?"
"I once encountered members of the Ghost Mother Sect, whose bodies were entangled with resentful energy that was pure and unyielding."
According to historical records, the Great Qian Demon Empress Yinsha Water Old Mother was likely a vengeful deity formed by the combination of her resentment after death and the wishes of her many believers.
Humans eat grains and livestock, and all resentful gods draw upon the life Blood Qi of living beings; the Ghost Mother Sect must have suffered greatly from this.
The Fetus Pearl Pill they obtained through Blood Sacrifice, I suspect, were not intended to create new masters or expand the sect's power, but rather to support that powerful and uncontrollable Ghost Mother.
Such a vengeful spirit is without foundation, form, or substance. It is no match for the true Buddhas who have attained enlightenment. With just a touch of the Buddha's power cultivated through the Great Sun Vajra Sutra, it will have nowhere to hide and will surely dissipate.
However, such vengeful spirits are quite rare, possessing extraordinary power. Perhaps they can be refined and made into guardian deities for Lord Jian.
"Guardian Deity," Jian Zhongyi sighed deeply, "Human Dao that Changyang is a land of beautiful flowers, but I came here at the wrong time. Wei Lin is tyrannical, Xu Yuelong is lazy, and the Demon Subduing Division is not good at fighting in the water. They are truly hindering my cultivation. When will I be able to attain enlightenment?"
The monk bowed respectfully, then suddenly had a thought. He went to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain.
Outside the curtain, the people watched with admiration. His gaze passed over them and fell upon a grand mansion, where a tall young man, leading a red horse, stood under the eaves.
"What a tough body!"
The monk's eyes lit up.
"What do you mean by that, Master?"
The monk pointed and said, "That man's bones are as large as a tiger's. Using his bones to make a Gang Kong and a Dharma bowl would be excellent! If one does not enter the True Image enlightenment, it will be difficult to become Martial Saint in one's lifetime. Lord Jian forty-three years old. If you are determined to switch to my Dharma, the better the Dharma bowl, the stronger the initiation!"
Through a corner of the curtain, Jian Zhongyi saw the crimson steed beside the young man. "Dragon Blood Horse? Master, the Dragon Blood Horse is the imperial horse of the court. It is not something that can be possessed by those who are not officials or when it is a reward. It is not advisable to act rashly."
The monk put his hands together in prayer. "Ping Yang County, you shall be the County Magistrate."
That is true.
Jian Zhongyi's eyes flickered slightly.
The County Magistrate is also Magistrate.
In the path of martial arts, if one understands one's destiny but has not yet reached the True Image, it is impossible to aspire to become Martial Saint in one's lifetime.
The Young Dragon Martial Saint, with a lifespan of eight hundred years.
They will enjoy endless Fugui.
However...
"There's no rush when you're new here."
Jian Zhongyi shook his head.
It wields Dragon Blood Horse; it's not easy to kill.
This place is not the Great Snow Mountain Region after all.
The selection of the person to Law Artifact still needs careful consideration; we must make a decision before taking action.
Liang Qu scratched his head.
For some reason, he felt a chill run down his spine. He looked back and saw only a few girls peeking at him; there was no one else around.
Perhaps it's because spring is unpredictable and the weather is still chilly?
The blood-red horse trod on the stone curtain, pulling the cart.
The entire caravan, apart from the enormous eighty-square-meter carriage at the very front, was followed by more than a dozen equally large carriages, making for a grand and imposing procession. There were even two carriages with cooking smoke rising from their roofs, which was quite exaggerated.
It took a full quarter of an hour for the long convoy to pass by Liang Qu.
The broker sighed, "Ah, this is true Fugui. The life of the great people is something I can't even dream of. Their carriage is bigger than the houses of ordinary people, and even a minor scratch on their horse is something that ordinary people can't withstand."
Liang Qu couldn't help but nod.
After settling down for half a year, he thought he had done quite well, but in front of truly important figures, he still had to stand on the side of the street, waiting for the convoy to leave, like a lackey.
What kind of Yi Xing Town? He has no respectable status whatsoever.
The road ahead is long, and we still need to work hard!
Seeing the carriage pass by, Liang Qu did not linger and went to the academy and medical clinic to study. Two hours later, he rode up Red Mountain and returned home.
As you step through the gate, the craftsman carving the screen wall rises to greet you.
On the screen wall, the enormous image of a giant ape is beginning to take shape, majestic and imposing.
Liang Qu nodded, stepped over the screen wall, and saw two bricklayers in the courtyard building the pool he had dug.
The wellhead was blocked with stones by Liang Qu, and the excess well water was drained out, making the entire well dry. Now the well wall has been covered with a layer of blue bricks, making it more orderly.
Emerging from the well, the entire pool was quite large, with blue bricks piled up one by one, and bricklayers were hammering bricks, breaking off half of each brick and embedding them into the pool.
After a couple of days of drying, remove the stones, and it will become a real pool.
Everything that had been bought was neatly arranged inside, and the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.
That feels good.