Chapter 304 By the Order of the Buddhas of the Ten Directions (4000) “唰.” Before Qin Yao could figure out how to reply, a magnificent sword energy suddenly fell from the sky and manifested in mid-air into a young man with a temperament as sharp as a sword. The man was dressed in black, with black hair, black eyes, sword-like eyebrows, a face like a crown of jade, and a voice as clear as spring water when he opened his mouth: "Bashu swordsman Ye Baimei, on the orders of the Holy Lady of Montenegro, congratulates Mr. Qin on his success in becoming an official and offers a congratulatory gift. ” “Bashu Sword Immortal Ye Baimei!” someone murmured to himself. More famous disciples’ eyes sparkled, like star chasers seeing their idols! The mountains and abyss of Bashu in China are unique and dangerous, and countless strange people and swordsmen have appeared there since ancient times. With immortality as their goal, they eat and sleep in the open air, sneaking among the mountains, gathering the essence of heaven and earth to practice martial arts. Thousands of years ago, the Shu Mountains regarded Emei as their lord. After the disaster of Youquan Blood Demon, the Shu Mountain Alliance headed by Emei was crippled. The remaining people gathered together, with Emei Mountain as the main peak, and today's Shu Mountain was formed. group. Thanks to the innate environmental advantages and the support from the upper world, Shushan is now one of the most famous sects in the entire spiritual world.
There is no weak person who can make a name for himself under the glory of the Shushan Sect. The Sword Immortal Ye Baimei was famous three hundred years ago. He was an independent leader among the Shushan Swordsmen and had a great reputation in the spiritual world. ! “Whoosh…” In mid-air, Ye Baimei waved his sleeves, and a beam of light descended, manifesting into a book in front of Qin Yao. On the dark blue cover, four large characters were neatly written: Poems of the King of Liao. “Poetry slips of the King of Liao!!” Beside Qin Yao, the old master grabbed the book in his hand, his eyes filled with joy. Maoshan once had eight treasures that guarded the mountain, including jade seals, jade guis, inkstones, jade talismans, one volume of "Poetry Slips of the King of Liao", a Jing Zhen Jade Target Sword, twelve scrolls of "Slip Poems of the Great Cave Scroll of the Shangqing Dynasty", "Secret Records of the Great Cave of the Shangqing Dynasty" twelve scrolls. Probably due to the war, all the last four treasures were lost... Just now the Sword Demon sent Jing Zhenyu's sword, and now the Sword Demon brought the Liao King's poem slips. In an instant, the two treasures returned to the mountain. As the leader, he was not overjoyed. Already trying to exercise restraint. Qin Yao didn’t know what the Liao King’s Poems were, but just judging from the performance of the old master at the moment, this thing was probably not vulgar... “The congratulatory gift has been sent, I’ll take my leave.” The swordsman arched his hands numbly, as if he was forced to do business, and then disappeared. "Qin Yao, this is the poem slip of the King of Liao..." The old master said with a smile, holding a sword in his left hand and writing in his right hand. Qin Yao twitched the corner of his mouth: "Is it also a lost sacred object in Maoshan?" "That's right." The old head looked at him with dazzling eyes, full of some hints. Qin Yao turned a blind eye to this hint and raised his head to look at the sky. For some reason, he felt that this matter might not be over yet! “噌~” Just as the old master was about to give this miser a further lesson, a crisp sound of a knife suddenly sounded in the sky. Looking up, he saw someone coming with a knife, and the force of the knife seemed to tear the void apart. “Jinfei is in Xiaguan, and on the orders of the Holy Lady of Montenegro, I wish to congratulate Mr. Qin on his success in becoming an official and offer him a congratulatory gift.” "Crazy Sword Guan Jinfei." In the crowd, those practitioners who were shocked and shocked were speechless, but the other party's title suddenly popped up in their minds.
Qin Yao twitched the corner of his mouth and asked: "Isn't what you brought also a sacred object from Maoshan?" Guan Jinfei grinned, flew down the magic sword, raised his hand and summoned a bunch of things, and put them into the arms of Qin Yao, who had a blank look on his face: "The twelve scrolls of "The Great Cave Scroll of the Shangqing Dynasty" are your sacred objects." "Yes, yes." Before Qin Yao could speak, the overjoyed old head could no longer hold his nerve. There are three pieces. Three of the four lost treasures have returned. Will there be more later? Thinking like this, the old leader couldn't help but look up at the sky. There is only one thing missing... Guan Jinfei glanced at the old boss, as if hearing his thoughts, he chuckled: "I won't disappoint you." After saying that, he raised his steps, and the divine sword came to his feet with a divine light. “Mr. Qin, I’ll take my leave.” “Subordinate???” Qin Yao slowly narrowed his eyes as he watched Kuang Dao retreat. Under the repeated interruptions of the Sword Immortal and the Crazy Sword, the old leader had long forgotten the initial question, staring at the blue sky and white clouds above his head, silently waiting for a consummation. “Amitabha.” To everyone's surprise, as a deafening voice sounded, an old monk with white hair and beard stepped slowly into the void. Heroes from all walks of life, the young monks did not know who this old monk was, so they did not make any commotion. But the old master, who was holding a sword and a book, widened his eyes and said in a rare gaffe: "Master Miaofeng?!" Most of the monks that young people can come into contact with today are monks from the Qing Dynasty. Some monks from the Ming Dynasty have died, some live in seclusion, and few are active in the world. This divine monk who came out of nowhere was a divine monk who was active in the Ming Dynasty. He was once named a "true disciple of the Buddha" by the Emperor Wanli. The Queen Mother of the same dynasty also worshiped him as her teacher. ". Now that the Ming Dynasty has gone far away, and all the legendary figures have gone into seclusion, the old master never thought that one day he would see the eminent monk from the Dharma sect that he met when he was a child! “You are the contemporary leader of Maoshan?” Miaofeng said with a smile. "Junior Chen Qingyan, pay homage to the senior." While the old master saluted, he couldn't help but think in his heart: The first three are enough, but the Black Mountain Saint can actually command Master Miaofeng? ? ? This is unimaginable! "Not bad." Miaofeng took a deep look at him, praised him, and then looked at Qin Yao: "Are you Qin Yao?" Chin Yao: “???” Why is this old man so polite to me? "Junior Qin Yao, pay homage to the master." With deep doubts, Qin Yao bowed and saluted. From his point of view, the head of his family has to bow his hands in salute and call himself senior. Being a little casual on his own is the same as being arrogant. It is better to be more steady. Unexpectedly, Miaofeng's expression changed when he saw him saluting, and he subconsciously avoided it, saying repeatedly: "No, no..." Chin Yao: “???”
Why not? Old leader: “???” I can salute, but he can’t? In other words, am I not as good as him? As for others, they were even more confused. This kind of thing beyond their cognition makes them almost lose their ability to think. "The poor monk is here to congratulate you, layman, on the orders of the Buddhas of the ten directions." Miaofeng clasped his hands together and said politely: "You are a friend of the Buddhas of the ten directions. The poor monk dare not be disrespectful to you. Not to mention asking you to salute." Chin Yao: “…” Old leader: “???” Other than the Holy Lady of Montenegro, what other Buddhas does he know? ! Shi Jian suddenly panicked. This is both a saint and a Buddha, so it’s a bit scary. Just a person... No, he seems to be an Earth Master, but it’s strange for a mere Earth Master to be able to come into contact with such an existence, right? In fact, he was not the only one who was panicked, all the Maoshan disciples who belonged to his camp were panicked. This kind of unfolding is so **** scary! How many things did Qin Yao do behind their backs? How many other terrifying secrets does he hide? His eyes swept over the panicked faces of the Shi Jian sect, the complicated faces of the old leader, and the dumbfounded audience. Qin Yao wanted to say that Shifang and I were not familiar with each other, but his reason told him that if he said so, Not only would no one believe it, but everyone would think he was showing off. The Buddha was so free that he specially found someone to congratulate an unfamiliar person! "This is a congratulatory gift personally found by the Buddhas of the ten directions." Miaofeng turned his hands and took out a bunch of things, like a mad knife, and put them in Qin Yao's arms: "Congratulations to layman Qin on joining Fengdu." The old head stretched his head and took a look at the pile of things, and his heart suddenly became ecstatic. Done. Done. This time it is complete. The four treasures that were once lost were found during his tenure as head... well, they were sent back. What is this? This is obviously his achievement! Even if he were to resign on the spot, he would not have to worry about his legacy. Turning his head and taking a deep look at Qin Yao, the old leader once again confirmed what he was thinking: If this guy is not the leader of Maoshan, he will definitely be a loss for all of Maoshan. For the interests of Maoshan and the foundation of the ancestors, he should be the head of the family appropriately or inappropriately... Want to run? no way! "Thank you, Master Miaofeng." After taking a long breath, the old master saluted again.
Miaofeng smiled slightly: "I am just an errand boy under the Buddha's seat in the ten directions. I don't deserve such a heavy thank you. If I want to thank you, just thank layman Qin." Old leader: “…” Let me bow down and say thank you to a disciple. Master, are you serious? "By the way, the Buddha of the Ten Directions also said that you should go to the West to find him when you have time. He also wants to come to you, but it is too troublesome to go down to earth." Miaofeng stepped into the void and slowly rose towards Qin Yao. said. Chin Yao: “…” Let me go to the west? This guy thinks too highly of me. Even if I die, I will go to hell! “Jushi Qin, farewell.” Miaofeng smiled slightly and waved. As for the old master... he is just a junior, he is really too lazy to waste any words. "Goodbye, master." Qin Yao bowed subconsciously, but fortunately, he realized what he was doing just as he lowered his head, stood up straight, and responded. After Miaofeng left, there was silence outside Yuanfu Palace for a long time, until Qin Yao raised a pile of scrolls in his arms: "Master?" The old master seemed to be waking up from a dream. He put away the book and sword in his hands, raised his sleeves and brushed them across Qin Yao's chest. The pile of scrolls suddenly disappeared without a trace. "Comrades, please bear witness." The old master waved his sleeves, raised his hands to hundreds of monks and said, "In the name of the master of Maoshan, I give Qin Yao the highest authority of Waimao!" Beside the old master, Shi Jian's pupils shrank, but he could only silently clench his fists. The credit for bringing back the four holy objects is so great that it deserves the highest authority. Although he was unwilling to do so, he had to submit! From an inconspicuous position, Uncle Jiu looked at this scene with smiles in his eyes. He was so happy that he wanted to hum a tune. Fortunately, he did not fall into a state of selflessness and finally restrained himself. Perhaps this is the mentality of a master (father). As you get older, your child's glory will become your own glory. … It was night in a blink of an eye. In the Yuanfu Palace, Uncle Jiu was sitting next to Qin Yao. Watching him devouring the food, he couldn't help but said, "Eat slowly, no one will grab it for you now." In fact, no one robbed him during the day, but since the four hermits brought the Four Treasures of Maoshan, both the fellow monks and the disciples of other sects have almost exploded in their desire to have a relationship with him. Five hundred people came to toast him. They drank from morning till night and almost died at the dinner table. Even if he could eat something so clean at this moment, it was not because those crazy guys were willing to let him go, but because the old boss saw that after dark, he forcefully announced that the celebration had ended successfully, and brought a group of high-level officials from outside to see him off. After teaching everyone, the Yuanfu Palace was emptied, giving Qin Yao a chance to breathe. “It’s so realistic to be poor in the busy city and have no one to care about, and to be rich in the mountains and have distant relatives.” Qin Yao said incoherently, taking a chicken drumstick in his mouth. Uncle Jiu laughed dumbly: "Who allowed you to be so prominent today? You are both a saint and a Buddha. It can be said that not even one of the people present today can see the gods and Buddhas with their own eyes." Qin Yao was speechless when he mentioned this. He spat out a bone and said, "If I say that I didn't know anything about it beforehand, would you believe it?" “I believe it.” Uncle Jiu said without hesitation.
"Huh?" A trace of surprise flashed across Qin Yao's face, and he didn't even bother to eat. He turned to look at Uncle Jiu: "Based on the trust between master and disciple?" Uncle Jiu: "Based on the knowledge of your stinginess! Considering your stingy character, if I had known about it in advance, I would have concealed my wealth and silently swallowed those four treasures." Speaking of the four treasures, Qin Yao suddenly felt distressed: "Xiao Zhuo, ugh... a prodigal woman." "Snapped." Uncle Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and slapped him **** the arm: "You know nothing, in fact, you have made a profit but you don't have to lose it." Qin Yao blinked: "What should I say? Will the boss reward me afterwards?" “Do you know what the master meant when he said the highest authority during the day?” Uncle Jiu asked. “Lawless and do whatever you want?” Uncle Jiu: “???” “You mean, if I urinate in front of the statue of the Patriarch, the leader will only think that the statue of the Patriarch has been placed in the wrong place?” Qin Yao asked tentatively. Uncle Jiu: “…” Are you the father of the boss? His son would have to call him with a big mouth! "A little weaker than this?" Looking at his expression, Qin Yao knew that he thought too high, so he had to lower his standards: "Can I beat the elders of my sect at will?" “Who do you want to beat?” Suddenly, Chen Qingyan, dressed in a red robe, walked in. “Master.” The master and apprentice quickly stood up and saluted. The old leader waved his hand: "No need to be polite, let's talk about it, which elder do you want to beat?" “Shi Jian.” Qin Yao said without thinking. “Can you beat him?” The old leader expressed doubts. "Group fighting, sneak attack, we can definitely do it." Qin Yao looked confident. Old leader: “…” Forget about a group fight, you still attack... How shameless? ? ? "No, you can't do this." The old boss stared at him for a while, but the more he looked at him, the more worried he became. He threatened: "If you dare to do this, I will deal with you." Qin Yao looked annoyed: "You are killing the donkey..." "Shut up." Uncle Jiu kicked him and admonished: "Don't be disrespectful to the leader." "Lin Jiu, there is no need to go up and down the line. If he is only obedient and doesn't dare to say a thing in front of me, I won't value him so much." The old boss said with a smile. Uncle Jiu: “…”
Then shall I go? ? ? (End of this chapter)