Fengyunlu

After making a sound, Feng Ling dismounted and came to Feng Wanlin and his wife while everyone returned the courtesy and knelt down directly: "My nephew has met my uncle and aunt."

Feng Wanlin waved his hand and stretched out his hand to help him up. Feng Ling stood up and came to Mr. Feng Yi Anfeng and knelt down again: "Grandpa, my grandson kowtows to you."

"Okay!" Feng Yian said, pulling up Feng Ling. Seeing his grandson in front of him, Mr. Feng's eyes were warm: "It's been thirty years since I walked away. Good boy, go in and talk to grandpa."

As he said this, old man Feng pulled Feng Ling and was about to go inside. No wonder this old man had not moved around for a long time, but today he was unusual. He was not welcoming the Emperor, he was clearly waiting for his grandson to return.

It's just that Feng Lingshen has important things to do, but he can't continue at the moment: "Grandpa, wait for a moment, wait until the emperor is fine, and my grandson will come back to fulfill his filial piety."

Feng Yian nodded, let go and left. At this time, Bai Ximo came with a smile: "Hahaha... No wonder this old man is in such a good mood, he dares to see his grandson return... ..”

"Here we come." Before Bai Ximo finished speaking, Feng Wanlin directly reminded him in a deep voice.

Everyone raised their eyes when they heard the sound. The Human Emperor's team was approaching. More than two thousand people were standing on both sides. A man stepped out from the dragon chariot in the middle. He was wearing a purple gold crown and a Canghai robe, with a face like pale gold and eyebrows. Mo Bao, with knives and axes chopping between his temples, the sky and earth in his eyes, looking down, his big cloak swings gently, setting off his tall figure, giving people a sense of overlooking the world, this solemn aura It is the emperor of today.

In the illusion, the Emperor is riding high, and the Human Emperor appears with a smile on his face: "Fellow immortals, this junior Emperor Zette is here to pay me a visit."

All the Xuanmen hurriedly returned the gift. This man, Emperor Jun, ruled the world, but in front of everyone, he regarded himself as a junior at the moment. He didn't say anything else. However, this demeanor made Zhongxuanmen extremely useful, and at the same time, it also opened the eyes of everyone here. After all, even in the illusion, the Human Emperor's status is still respected.

Feng Wanlin also stepped forward at the right moment. As the leader of the righteous way, he also had the illusion of friendship here. When the Human Emperor arrived, he immediately stepped forward to respond: "The Emperor is here in person. It is a great honor for me, Xuanmen, to ask His Majesty the Human Emperor to move." Step inside."

"We haven't seen each other for many years, but you still have the same style, senior." The Emperor said with a smile on his face, and he and Feng Wanlin were polite to each other. In addition to thanking Fengsha Castle for guarding the northern border, it was a high duty, and defending the human race against demons was a big deal in the Emperor's heart. , In addition, the emperor's master and Feng Wanlin had a close friendship, so the emperor also showed respect.

In this way, while everyone was chatting, the Human Emperor's chariot entered the city, followed by a group of Xuanmen. Behind him, Feng Wanlin and his wife were still waiting. In the illusion, the Human Emperor's master had not yet greeted them, and the old friends met immediately because they had other important matters, so They were entertained by people from the Feng family.

At this time, the Human Emperor followed Liu Guang, and a dozen people fell in front of him, all dressed in Taoist attire. The leader of the Xianfeng Daogu was the emperor's master, and he was also the Tiantong saint who corresponded to Yin Taixu, the old master of the emperor's garden in the illusion. At the same time, In the illusion, this Tiantong Saint is the pinnacle of Xuanmen and the real number one person in the world.

It was just four hundred years ago that Feng Wanlin Gufeng rose up. Seeing his great righteousness, the old sage handed over the right principles to the Feng family, and he preached to the world to benefit the world. As for the desert festival in front of him, the old sage was supposed to be there, and he was also with Feng Wanlin still had important matters, and he was even more worried that there would be changes, so he also invited the Human Emperor, so the Human Emperor, who was not involved in Xuanmen, also came in person.

Next, Feng Wanlin and his wife came forward together. The old saint had forgotten their friendship, and they were free from restraints. After everyone met, they exchanged greetings, but they heard Feng Wanlin say with a smile: "Old saint, you are well."

Saint Tiantong waved his hand: "Brother Feng, thank you for your hard work."

The two of them had a good relationship. Feng Wanlin shook his head and said, "Oh, it's hard to explain in words. The old sage will ask the cabinet first. After this matter is over, we will discuss it in detail later."

"I'm not busy." Sage Tiantong waved his hand and continued: "I am waiting here with you. As for my brothers and sisters, just go back."

After saying this, he motioned for the entourage to enter first. Bai Ximeng's eyes were confused, but he also knew that something was going on, so he did not delay. He nodded to Feng Wanlin, then turned and left.

After he left, Saint Tiantong looked solemn: "Brother Feng is somewhat prepared. I'm afraid something big will happen in Northern Xinjiang today."

"Oh?" Feng Wanlin looked confused.

Saint Tiantong immediately said: "Come and see."

As he spoke, a tattered scabbard appeared in his hand. Feng Wanlin glanced at it and recognized it. It was the token of the Jianyinmen that Qiu Jin had mentioned before. However, he was not surprised. Instead, his expression was indifferent: " Has the old saint seen him?"

Tiantong Saint naturally knew what he meant, "That's not true. It's just that someone sent it yesterday. It was originally given to His Majesty the Human Emperor. I was afraid that there would be any discrepancies, so I took it over. But according to what I said, recently, But have you seen that person?"

Feng Wanlin shook his head, and Tiantong Saint continued: "That's right, what I said and what you think are not the same person."

"Oh? What does the old saint mean by this?" Feng Wanlin's eyes were confused. He just thought that what the saint Tiantong said to him must be someone who survived the Jianyin Sect three hundred years ago. His words sounded like this. Jian Guhan has another person.

This was not only the confusion in Feng Wanlin's eyes during the illusion, but also the illusion. Fairy Ji Yao also had some doubts after hearing it. However, this illusion was tempting and it was not easy to think too much about many things. Fairy Ji Yao concentrated on herself and guarded her mood. Disturbed, my eyes looked again.

But he said that the saint in the illusion was not in a hurry to talk, but stretched out his hand to take out a jade slip and handed it to Feng Wanlin. Feng Wanlin reached out and took it, and his heart moved. After a moment, his expression was complicated: "Really?"

"In recent years, you have been obsessed with me, and you haven't noticed many things. It's better to make plans in advance." Sage Tiantong nodded, with a look in his eyes that he would support him no matter what.

Feng Wanlin also nodded, and then looked deeply to the southwest, as if waiting for something. After a moment, the aura in the illusion was revealed, and a mandala covering the sky and sun came from the southwest, and the blood clouds in the sky seemed to fade a little. At the same time, Sanskrit sounds are murmuring between heaven and earth, seemingly present and absent, seemingly everywhere...

On the other side, due west, a huge human-like Dharma image swayed towards him. It was surrounded by white clouds and looked like an old man. However, the old man was naked from the waist up and dressed strangely. His beard and hair were all white and slightly curly. His eyes were blue and full of wisdom. In his hands, Holding a cane and coming from the west, it seems like he is overlooking all living beings. Dozens of pairs of young men and women fly around with wings flying around, all with elegant and pious smiles on their faces.

Feng Wanlin's eyes flashed with displeasure. Although there was a hint of displeasure, he did not say anything more. Instead, it was Tiantong Saint who spoke first: "You two, please accept the Dharma and come forward to speak."

"Amitabha, it turns out that the saint is here, I am so polite." Hearing this, a word came from the golden wheel of the Southwest Dharma. At the same time, the golden light converged and fell out of the lotus platform. After that, a person walked out of the lotus platform. He was the leader of the Buddhist sect in the Western world. He led the Buddhists to come closer and chanted the Buddha's name to Saint Tiantong and Feng Wanlin.

On the other side was the leader of the Holy Light Sect of the Western Sect. After hearing this, he dispersed his Dharma Body and landed in the middle, greeting everyone one by one. The two Western Sects, one is the Great Xiangyin Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas, and the other is the Land of the Gods. The Holy Light Religion is located to the west of the Middle Earth. In addition to Taoist monks, there are also many mortals living in the area where it is located. However, it has never been part of the Divine State and has not been under the control of the Human Emperor. It has self-proclaimed some so-called countries and worships the gods of the two religions. Ordinarily, the two Western religions do not set foot in China, and only the major events of Xuanmen have just arrived. After all, they are the same sky, but their methods are different.

"Since you're here, let's go in and talk." Feng Wanlin said and turned around and left. Feng Wanlin had never conspired with the two Western sects. It seemed that there was something else between the three.

In this regard, Saint Tiantong didn't say much and followed closely. The remaining two sects smiled at each other, as if they were exchanging glances, and they also walked in, with the entourage behind them...

At this time, the illusion suddenly changed. At the helm of the poor family of the Fairy and Demonic Island, there was a person sitting firmly in high school, talking to himself without being able to see his face.

"Your Majesty, the location of the Northern Territory is already secure, please let me know clearly." A man with a figure surrounded by black clouds said softly.

The man on the throne nodded and waved his hand: "No rush, just wait."

shuh~

The illusion turned around. In the main hall of Fengsha Castle, all the Xuanmen were chatting with each other, but they saw Feng Wanlin walking back: "Comrades, Feng is ready. Please move to the death platform to wait for the follow-up."

The voice was accompanied by the figure, and everyone turned to respond. They saw that behind Feng Wanlin there was also the Second Sect of the West. Many people seemed to have something strange in their eyes, but Feng Wanlin had something to say and did not say much. They all said hello and the Feng family left. The disciples led the way and hurried outside the hall one after another.

After everyone left, only Tiantong Saint, Bai Ximo, Qiu Jin and the emperor Ze were left in the hall. At this time, Bai Ximo was the first to speak: "What happened?"

Feng Wanlin shook his head when he heard this, but he also took out the jade slips from Saint Tiantong and said, "You can take a look before talking."

Bai Ximo reached out and took it, checked it again, and then handed it to Qiu Jin. Qiu Jin looked surprised after checking it, and so did Bai Ximo. The two looked at each other, with a hint of anger in their eyes.

It turns out that the jade slip said that there is a problem within the Second Western Sect. The Jianyin Sect may not have been destroyed by the demons. Today's ceremony has also changed. These few sentences are amazing. Everyone is like a dragon or a phoenix. Even if it is groundless, just a word of warning is enough. Wouldn't take it as a joke.

But before the two of them could say anything more, Saint Tiantong took out another object, which was a token filled with demonic energy: "A month ago, someone sent this object to the emperor in the name of the ambassador of the Western Kingdom. At that time, Pindao happens to be there too, and seeing the power of faith in this person's body, he also has a hidden edge, hiding the edge in his body."

"Hidden sword skills?" Bai Ximo looked confused.

Qiu Jin was also a little surprised at the side: "Turn a blind eye and don't take a sword, that's right, don't take a sword. How can this Westerner know the supreme skill of the Sword Hidden Sect? Is there another reason for this?"

Saint Tiantong did not answer, but continued: "In addition to the token, there is also a sentence sealed on it."

As he spoke, the power of true energy poured into the token, and a magical voice that could not be identified as male or female slowly sounded: "The wind and clouds have changed, and the sky has appeared."

The short six words were like Sanskrit sounds, echoing endlessly in the hall. Saint Tiantong put away the token, and then said to everyone: "That man from the West is a disciple of the Holy Cult. He possesses the unique knowledge of Jianyin Sect, and he knows the Tianyin Ferry." According to the Buddhist teachings, this abnormality is a monster, and something unexpected will happen today."

Everyone nodded, but Feng Wanlin's face looked proud: "We are still young, Feng has been prepared, and he will act according to the opportunity when the time comes..."

The voice carried the illusion and came to the Qifeng in Northern Xinjiang. To the north of the Wind Sand Castle is the Meteor Spirit Platform. This place was originally a Qifeng on the shore of the sea of ​​​​blood. After countless battles, it has become lifeless. At this moment, the top of the mountain is an open space due to the war. There is a tall stone tablet with three bold and proud characters on it: Meteor Spirit Platform. This is the place where the souls of our ancestors return, and it is also the guardian of the northern Xinjiang to suppress demons.

It is of great significance that today's ceremony is held on the Falling Spirit Platform. This is not only the place where the battle between good and evil begins, but also the place where it ends. In addition, all those who fight against demons and die, have their names on the Falling Spirit Platform. This is the meaning of righteousness. , it is also the destination of the famous ancestors and martyrs.

At this time, Feng Wanlin from the Meteorite Platform had already arrived, and beside him were Bai Ximeng, Bai Ximo, Qiu Jin and others. As for the Human Emperor, Jun Zesheng drove behind him, accompanied by Tiantong Saint, all the Xuanmen immediately saw it. Silence and wait for Feng Wanlin to open his mouth and arrange the arrangements.

"Comrades, Feng is not talented. It is a shame that the demon clan has not been exterminated for four hundred years. Today, the righteous path of our world converges in Mobei..." Feng Wanlin said one word on the high platform, and then the ceremony began.

First, all the Xuanmen returned to their own sects, and the souls were summoned and extradited to the Death Ling Platform. They were all the ancestors who had returned without any mistake. Each of the Xuanmen had high righteousness, and there was always some sense of paying tribute. The names of the deceased and their life experiences were recorded by each family. The Death Lingtai He also had meritorious deeds, and was then sent to Jiutian from the Death Lingtai for Heaven to know about, which was considered as a sign of comfort to the ancestors.

Such complicated matters were passed one by one, and the sacrifice was completed in about two hours. After that, Fengyun Pass was added to add spiritual power, and the location of Fengsha Castle was the Fengyun Pass ruins. The Fengyun Pass was left over from ancient times. It is said that it was left over from the battle between immortals and demons. The ruins are also protected by a magic circle. The entire northern Xinjiang is centered on the Wind Sand Castle and the Death Soul Platform is the pivot. The entire demon-slaying formation protects the human race. Although the ruins have long been buried by the Wind Sand Castle, the formation is still the same, but they don’t know how to operate the formation. The law itself protects it independently, but with the addition of spiritual power this time, the demon-slaying formation will offset the lack of consumption, and it will be safe within a thousand years.

However, although the formation is powerful, for some unknown reason, it only targets Jiuyou alone. In the illusion, Jiuyou Ming Emperor is not tired, but is the commander of the Demon Clan and the Demon Sect. Enemies, this demon-slaying formation will also help. Ordinary people will not care. If Jiuyouming Emperor personally offends him, he will be blocked from the sea of ​​blood and unable to approach. In this way, the demons will retreat to the demon palace, and the demon sect will also be difficult to defeat. The righteous way, so as to withdraw their troops and cultivate themselves. The power of such a large formation cannot be lost. When all the power is exhausted, the spiritual power of the great formation gradually weakens, and the righteous ways in the world will jointly take action to focus on the great formation, and this time will be exactly a thousand years.

This time, it was a matter of great importance to the Demon Clan. All the families were working hard. When everything was completed, Feng Wanlin looked at everyone and observed the performance of each family one by one, especially for the two Western sects. The situation should have changed today. Although Feng Wanlin looked disdainful, but when things got close, he couldn't let him succeed.