Chapter 124: Tianlinggen Hanging Temple Beiji Palace

Yunmeng Terrace.

Tuoba Qingying sat on the edge of the carved railing, staring at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance in a daze.

"Aunt, what are you thinking about~"

Tuoba Lingyun came over and asked curiously with his head tilted.

Tuoba Qingying shook her head, tapped Tuoba Lingyun's little head and said, "I won't tell you what my aunt is thinking."

"Humph! Don't think I don't know."

Tuoba Lingyun raised his head and said, "You must want to run out and take a look, right? I think the same as you!"

"Yunmeng Island is too small, and our ancestors won't let us go out. It's so boring to practice every day!"

Tuoba Qingying didn't say anything. She knew that even if she didn't say anything, the little one at home would talk to himself for a long time.

"The ancestor said before that spiritual energy suddenly revived and asked us to hurry up and practice so as to break through the bottleneck, but I have been in seclusion for more than a month and have not seen any breakthrough!"

"And auntie, you have a natural spiritual root, why haven't you made a breakthrough yet?"

"Who said I didn't make a breakthrough?"

Tuoba Qingying asked back, but what she got was Tuoba Lingyun's silly face.

"Aunt, you really made a breakthrough."

"Ah."

Tuoba Qingying nodded, but still shook her head and said, "It's still a long way off..."

"I heard from my grandfather that in the world of cultivation more than 3,000 years ago, people with natural spiritual roots were the darlings of heaven and earth. It took three months to enter the Dao, one year to reach the middle stage, three years to reach the late stage, and five years to enter the foundation-building stage."

"Within ten years, there is hope for the golden elixir."

"It's a pity that I have been practicing hard since I was a child, but now the road to immortality is cut off and the spiritual energy is fading. I have practiced for ten years and have only just reached the seventh level of Qi training!"

"This..." Tuoba Qingying smiled bitterly: "Can I still be called a natural spiritual root?"

"You are already amazing!"

Tuoba Lingyun shook Tuoba Qingying's arm vigorously and said excitedly: "Uncle Qingtong and Uncle Qingshan, they have been practicing for nearly 30 years, and they are not only in the middle stage of Qi training?"

"Aunt, you are already in the late stage of Qi training, just like the elders and grandfather, who are great cultivators in the late stage of Qi training!"

Tuoba Qingying rolled her eyes at her and said, "You are only in the late stage of Qi training. How can you call yourself a great cultivator? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

"That's different!"

Tuoba Lingyun continued, “More than three thousand years ago, the late stage of Qi training was nothing, but now it is a place of spiritual energy tide and absolute spirituality!”

"In the entire Absolute Spirit Land, there are only a handful of cultivators in the late stage of Qi training, and there is no one in the foundation building stage."

"If a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training is not called a great cultivator, what should he be called?"

Tuoba Qingying said helplessly: "Ah, yes, yes, you are right, late stage of Qi training... Great monk, hehe..."

The two girls immediately laughed and their bodies trembled, but soon Tuoba Qingying recovered and looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance and said:

“No matter what happens in this life, I, Tuoba Qingying, will step into the Nascent Soul stage to watch the great changes in the world, the revival of spiritual energy, and the arrival of the golden age of cultivation!”

"Nascent Soul stage!"

Tuoba Lingyun was shocked by Tuoba Qingying's oath and quickly said, "Aunt, you are crazy. He is a great cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. No one dares to think about it now."

"There is not even a golden elixir in the overseas cultivation world, and you have vowed to enter the Nascent Soul stage. This..."

Tuoba Qingying's eyes were bright and she said with great determination: "I am a cultivator with a natural spiritual root. More than 3,000 years ago, the Nascent Soul bottleneck was nothing to a cultivator with a natural spiritual root."

"Since they can do it, I, Tuoba Qingying, can definitely do it too!"

“No matter what the cost in this life, I, Tuoba Qingying, will enter the Nascent Soul stage!”

"In the morning, I travel to Beihai and in the evening, I travel to Cangwu. This oath is witnessed by heaven and earth!"

After saying that, Tuoba Qingying suddenly stood up and walked towards Yunmengtai.

"Aunt, where are you going?"

"I have broken through to the late stage of Qi training, and my grandfather and I have fulfilled our agreement."

Tuoba Qingying said as she walked: "After I stabilize my realm and refine my life instrument, I will ask my grandfather for permission to travel."

"I just don't believe that Yunmengze is the only place in the world that has spiritual energy."

"Since the spiritual energy slightly revived a month ago, it proves that there is a large amount of spiritual energy somewhere. I must find it."

"The first target... Dayu Capital!!!"

……

"Om!"

"Well!"

"Woolen cloth!"

"Bah!"

"mum!"

"Hum!"

The country of Us.

Ancient Buddhism.

The Buddhist language, which is low and hoarse but contains a strong sense of majesty, comes from the ancient Buddhist Hanging Temple, which has existed for thousands of years.

The golden light condensed into Buddhist runes and slowly descended to the ground.

At the foot of the Hanging Temple, there were kneeling serfs who were ragged, pale and thin, but had fanatical expressions.

They knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together, and roared wildly.

"My Buddha..."

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The low Buddhist chanting continued, and the light golden Buddhist notes kept falling. They looked up with fanatical expressions.

The golden runes floated in the air and landed on the brows of countless fanatical believers.

The next moment, these golden runes turned into bloody and ferocious evil spirits, which pounced fiercely at the brows of these believers, and soon sank into them and disappeared.

"!"

"!"

"..."

Inside the Hanging Temple, the chanting became more urgent, and even the tone of voice changed into another kind.

Like a mother whispering, or like raindrops falling from the sky, telling something.

In a trance, from the invisible direction of those fanatical believers, an inexplicable bloody aura slowly emerged from their bodies, turned into a faint blood mist, and floated above the Hanging Temple.

It's like... watering a beautiful lotus.

Hanging Temple, ancient Buddhist temple.

There stood a strange Buddha statue, with golden light shining from the front, and a solemn Buddha statue, sitting cross-legged, holding a lotus in his hand. Behind the Buddha statue was a ferocious Yaksha, with scales all over his body, a green face and fangs, stepping on an evil dragon, holding a Yaksha in one hand, and a baby in the other, looking extremely ferocious.

"I am Buddha!"

"The memorial ceremony for the ascension of all living beings has ended. A total of 3,656 believers have ascended to heaven this time, which is enough to create a layer of golden light for our Buddha, covering the snowy plateau for ten years!"

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

Several monks wearing blood-red robes whispered to an old monk who was moving.

The old monk was very old and thin, just like skin and bones, with sunken eye sockets, and his eyeballs had almost turned into two stones, looking extremely dead and rotten.

He was also wearing a large, bright red cassock, which was embellished with numerous golden tassels. It looked like a quilt covering his body, almost enveloping him entirely.

A hoarse sound came from his mouth, as if two pieces of rusty iron were rubbing against each other.

The monks kneeling in front of him lowered their heads even lower.

"My Lord, pass down the decree..."

The old monk spoke word by word, as if he was exhausting all his energy every time he spoke.

"Aura, short-lived, resuscitation, located in, the East, country."

"The spirit child, coming to the world, the great struggle, the world..."

"Announcement, lay leader, Buddhist army, Eastern Expedition, Search, Spirit Son..."

"My Lord, watch."

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

"I will obey my Lord's command!"

Several monks knelt down and kowtowed again, their eyes full of respect.

A few days later, dozens of monks appeared from the Hanging Temple and ran quickly in all directions.

Their mission is to gather all the main soldiers who believe in the ancient religion, head eastward, and search for the spirit son who is the reincarnation of our Buddha!
So as to continue to protect the ancient religion!
After receiving the message from the ancient master of the Hanging Temple, the countries of Wusi, Zhuba, Puzong and others immediately mobilized their domestic armies and attacked the surrounding neighboring countries.

Countries such as Dayue, Gui, and Gaoshan were all within its invasion range.

As the war of aggression broke out, ancient Buddhist monks from the Hanging Temple also appeared in the army.

With their assistance, the Buddhist coalition forces won successive victories with unstoppable force.

at the same time.

Above the snow-capped mountains in the far north, a snow-white Saker Falcon flew by, leaving behind a sharp cry in the air.

The blizzard was raging, but it could not hinder the Saker Falcon's agile body and wings at all, and it soon landed on the shoulder of a figure covered in a white cloak.

"Hey~!"

The Saker Falcon made a series of sharp cries, as if telling something.

The figure nodded slightly, turned quickly, and walked into a palace behind him.

Amid the raging snow and wind, the palace plaque could be vaguely seen, with three large characters "North Pole Palace" inscribed on it.

"Palace Master!"

The figure walked quickly towards the palace. The entire passage along the way was made of ice crystals, making people feel as if they were in a crystal palace.

The cloak on his body also fluttered, revealing the figure under the cloak, who turned out to be a beautiful girl about twenty years old.

Soon, she came to a huge ice crystal.

The ice crystals are shaped like pagodas, with layers of them located inside.

In front of the pagoda, there was an old woman sitting there with pale hair, loose skin, but with an extremely strong evil aura.

"Palace Master!"

The girl knelt down in front of the old woman and said excitedly: "The spirit bird informed me that three of the previously blooming Mysterious Ice Snow Lotuses have withered, and the remaining seven..."

"Crack!"

Before she finished her words, the armrest of the throne in the old woman's hand was broken by her.

“Hehe, cough cough cough… cough cough…”

"Is this the spiritual energy revival and the flourishing age of cultivation that you have calculated?"

"damn it!"

“Why did you wake me up in advance? I should have continued to sleep for another five thousand years! Damn it…!”

"boom!"

As she roared, a violent blizzard suddenly blew up around her, almost covering the entire passage.

On the ground and walls, layers of ice crystals spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon covered the entire passage.

"Palace Master..."

The woman kneeling on the ground spoke tremblingly, but the old woman had no intention of stopping.

"Now that I have woken up, I can no longer use the ten thousand year old black ice to freeze myself. I can only die of old age during this spiritual energy tide period!"

"Bastard!"

"Who told you to wake me up?"

"Palace, Palace Master, if ten Mysterious Ice Snow Lotus flowers bloom, they will automatically awaken Senior from the North Pole Palace, Palace, Palace Master..."

"boom!"

After a full cup of tea, when the woman was almost frozen into an ice sculpture, the old woman slowly stopped.

"Ten Mysterious Ice Snow Lotus flowers bloomed, hehe... why did three of them wither?"

"This is not the revival of spiritual energy at all! Something else happened!"

"The emergence of an ancient immortal palace? A collision of Xumi's small worlds? Or the collapse of a secret realm somewhere?"

"No matter what, find them! Only there can I continue to survive."

"Three years! I'll give you three years! Send out your disciples to find that secret place for me!"

"Otherwise, everyone will be buried with me!"

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes… Palace Master, I will do it right away!”

The girl staggered to her feet and ran out of the palace in a panic.

The only person in the entire passage was the old woman who was breathing heavily.

She slowly turned around and looked into the crystal tower behind her.

"My fellow senior sisters, my masters, why am I the one who woke up?"

Following her gaze, inside the ice crystal tower, there were actually many beautiful women in palace dresses with their eyes closed frozen.

At a rough glance, there are at least twenty people!
These people are all monks who survived the chaos in the North Pole Palace after the arrival of the spiritual energy tide.

They used mysterious means to freeze themselves under the black ice for ten thousand years, waiting for the recovery of spiritual energy and the prosperity of cultivation ten thousand years later.

Unfortunately, one person has woken up early!

　This chapter was reviewed and revised for a while.

　　
　
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