Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

"The nine dragon corpses and the bronze coffin seem to have drifted from an unknown place, pulled by some inexplicable qi mechanism."

"There is more than one five-color altar, but dozens of them. In the center, there is a huge stone altar."

"Bronze coffins and dragon corpses fell from the universe. Even the top of the Jade Emperor was smashed, but all the five-color altars were intact."

"A group of people fell into the five-color altar, but they saw the ancient bronze coffin, and the gods were faintly crying."

"The five-color altar reveals five-color divine light, the yin and yang of Tai Chi rotate, and the gossip emerges, which actually opens up an ancient road to the stars."

"The nine black dragon corpses actually moved, carrying the bronze coffin, and set foot on the ancient road of the starry sky."

"When the five colors of divine light dissipated, everything, including the fellow wandering students, disappeared, and they were all involved in the bronze coffin."

"And in this, they saw a blurry bronze engraving, just a corner, they saw an unknown number of mythical beasts in the ancient scripture "Shan Hai", although they were engraved pictures, but the charm is still there."

"Not only that, there seems to be a starry sky map on it."

"Just as they were all guessing, the bronze coffin seemed to be turned sideways by an unknown external force, opening the heavy coffin.

All the power was dissolved by the coffin inside the bronze coffin. "

"Everyone cheered and thought they escaped, but after the bronze coffin came out, in addition to the five-color altar, there was also a huge stone engraved with seal script, with two vigorous characters of more than 20 feet on it, called 'Yinghuo'."

"And after the night, everyone finally understood their situation: above their heads, there were two bright moons, one big and one small."

"Under exploration, they found a piece of Tiangong ruins among the ruins."

"In the depths of this site, there is an ancient temple that stands for unknown years."

"When everyone looked at it, they saw a Buddha statue, standing still, and a Buddha lamp, the light like a bean.

In front of the ancient temple, there is an ancient Bodhi tree that is hugged by seven or eight people, but it is more than half a zhang above the ground, dotted with five or six green leaves. "

"Beside the ancient temple, the door plaque is reclining and obscured, and Ye Fan vaguely recognizes the writing on it, it is the 'Da Leiyin Temple'!"

"As for what situation Ye Fan and his party have in this place, what opportunities can they get, and if you want to know what will happen next, let's hear the breakdown next time!"

When Han Lian said this, he paused slightly, his forehead was sweating slightly, as if he had hollowed out his body.

Without him, there seems to be some kind of restriction in this world, and there are some things that he cannot tell.

The words like Huang Tiandi and Tianting are like taboos, and he can't say them at all.

Even if the name of Daleiyin Temple is said from his mouth, it is extremely exhausting.

However, what he narrated with all his energy was naturally different from other people's storytelling.

Anyone who is attracted by Han Lian's storytelling and immersed in it will vaguely see the heaven and the earth begin to spread, and above a desolate scarlet starry sky, deep in the ruins of the Tiangong, the ancient temple Buddha, looming.

The same is true of many scenes such as the nine dragons pulling the coffin and the collapse of the Jade Emperor's top.

When he stopped, some audience members in the teahouse also recovered from that state and quickly applauded.

One person took the lead, and it was immediately connected.

But not only there were cheers, but everyone didn't listen enough, and immediately started booing.

"Mr. Han, stay, I just got to the head of the rise, and I have to wait for the next time?"

"Yes, yes, the temple that Mr. Han said is still dangling in my head, but unfortunately it is such a trick."

"We're not short of money, or Mr. Han will continue to talk and see if we bury Mr. with gold and silver."

"After three or five days, Mr. wants to start a speech, how can I endure these days..."

Hearing these words, Han Lian just smiled and shook his head without answering.

And just as he was about to walk into the backstage of the teahouse, someone in the crowd asked loudly:

"Mr. Han, I understand the principle of teleportation, but the ancient road of the starry sky connected by the five-color altar that Mr. will connect to, but between the teleportation, the heaven, earth and stars have been changed?"

Before he finished speaking, without his response, another listener opened his mouth, obviously having some understanding of the world of practice:

"The ruins of the Tiangong... The head that Mr. Han said is really a bit big.

Even those great sects of cultivation did not dare to add the name 'Heavenly Palace' to their sects.

The last person who dared to call his sect a Heavenly Palace was the Blood God Heavenly Palace of the Blood Religion, but I heard that it was completely destroyed! "

As soon as he opened his mouth, other people's questions flooded in like a tide, and it was very noisy.

But at this moment, a sturdy young man fiddled with the people next to him and came to the front of the teahouse. There was a faint air from his body, and he spread out involuntarily toward the surroundings, and said solemnly:

"Even though the blood-worshiping sect has been on the back foot now, it was once the supreme sect in this world, so how could a mortal like you be able to ask questions.

However, since some people compare the ruins of the Tiangong with the Blood God Tiangong, they just don't know Mr. Han. How did they compare when the two sides were brilliant? "

There was a bloody suffocation in this voice, which made the surrounding movement a lot smaller, and it made many people look ugly.

Just the phrase 'ordinary people', I don't know how many people can't help but bring it into it.

They advocate cultivation, and the reason for their pursuit of cultivation is that they cannot practice the Dharma.

When the audience heard this, they immediately shut up and looked at Han Lian expectantly.

After all, this book was written by Han Lian, and the final interpretation right is here. When others speak, they can only say that it is a banquet.

Hearing this, Han Lian paused.

He looked up at the man, surprised, and said word by word:

"Although the Blood Worship Religion was an orthodox supreme demon sect 800 years ago, its highest combat power at that time was just a Nirvana Great Venerable.

This kind of strength is rare even in today's world, but some things, once beyond the scope of their own commitment, will not end well. "

Hearing this, the man was still unwilling, and suddenly thought of something, saying:

"What about the Daleiyin Temple in the depths of the Tiangong that Mr. said, since there are only ruins left in the Tiangong, why does this temple still exist?"

When Han Lian heard this, he couldn't help but chuckle, and then said sternly:

"The sound of Buddha's voice is like thunder, this is the sound of thunder.

Why is it still there... but it is to let me sell it, after all, it is not an exaggeration to call this Daleiyin Temple the Heavenly Palace among the Heavenly Palaces.

The rhythm of Zen is profound, and if you thoroughly understand the meaning of Zen, you will naturally be able to comprehend it.

It's a pity that Nie Tong, you practiced the art of worshiping the blood and sacrificing the soul, and your whole body is now in the blood. "