Chapter 3249

"Hehe … Thank you, Mr. Jiang!"

Seeing the lotus lantern falling from the sky, the girl hurriedly grabbed it and said with a smile, "I want to put Mr. Jiang's calligraphy at home to suppress evil!

I can't bear to let it flow in the stream … "

The girl's emotions were clearly very rich, and her expression could be considered naked. However, Mr. Jiang smiled and cupped his hands, "No matter what, I hope Miss will have a wonderful Hungry Ghost Festival!"

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang …" For a moment, many men and women shouted, wanting Mr. Jiang to add the finishing touches to their lotus lanterns.

"Hahaha … Thank you for your support. This Jiang is just an ordinary person in the academy. This Jiang has many martial brothers, and their cultivation is not inferior to this Jiang's. Everyone, don't worry!"

Mr. Jiang laughed and waved his hand. Many lotus lanterns flew out from everyone's hands and landed near the pavilion. Not only in front of Mr. Jiang, but also in front of the other students!

Xiao Hua and the others were not too close to the pavilion, but when many lotus lanterns flew up, the bright lights still illuminated them. Mr. Jiang's gaze was like lightning, sweeping past the four people. When he saw Xiao Jian's Daoist robe, he unconsciously paused, and a strange expression flashed. However, this expression disappeared in a flash, and his gaze fell on the lotus lanterns again!

"The three principles are related to fate, and the Dao is the root.

Yu yu yu nine yang, li li also insufficient.

Chu qiu ying crown, send the carriage to the north.

Cauldron sweet as syrup, seek but cannot obtain! "

Inside the pavilion, the sonorous and powerful chanting voice came out word by word. Many students waved their ink brushes to add the finishing touches to the lotus lanterns. Xiao Hua and the others walked out from the pavilion. This garden was lively, but this liveliness belonged to the students, to the villagers, and not to them!

Other than the pavilion closest to Xiao Hua, from time to time, there were soaring true energy blooming in other places of the garden, and even some gorgeous sword energy.

In this kind of noisy night, this kind of righteous night, even if it was the Hungry Ghost Festival, even if it was the night of a hundred ghosts, there was no need to be afraid of ghosts approaching, right?

After leaving the garden, Xiao Hua and the others walked a few streets under Liu Yi's lead. The surroundings gradually quieted down. Although there were still some hanging lanterns, it was far less noisy than before.

Moreover, these few streets already looked dilapidated and even a little desolate. The distance between the streets was getting longer and longer, and there was a river that wasn't particularly wide beside the street. However, the river was filled with stinky water, and the air was filled with a foul stench and a bunch of flies.

A small bridge appeared in front of Xiao Hua's horse. Several beggars in ragged clothes were holding dirty basins in their hands as they quickly walked past Xiao Hua's horse.

Xiao Hua smiled because he could already see that behind the small bridge, there was a desolate slope. There were a few dilapidated shacks on the left side, and the smelly gutter-like stream on the left side was precisely circling around this desolate slope and the shacks!

"This … must be Xiluo Ridge and Seven Suns Monastery!"

Xiao Hua thought in his heart. However, just as he was about to speak, he frowned again. With a sweep of his Divine Sense, he saw two black-clothed people about a hundred feet away from him. They were quickly passing through a pile of ruins. They were using Qing Gong to run into the distance.

"Oh?

These people … could they be the local … "Xiao Hua's Divine Sense only swept a little, but he didn't know why these people had aroused his vigilance. After thinking for a moment, he asked," Liu Yi, is there any organization similar to the Cloak Gang in the Copper Pillar Country? "

"There is!" Liu Yi replied without hesitation. "Black Wind Sect!"

"Oh?

Isn't this the capital of the Copper Pillar Country?

How can such evil people exist? "Xiao Hua withdrew his Divine Sense and asked curiously.

Without waiting for Liu Yi to speak, Xiao Jian coldly said, "Senior Immortal should know that since ancient times, officials and bandits have been one family!

Not to mention the borders, they exist in any country's capital! "

"En …" Xiao Hua nodded slightly and pointed with his finger. "Let's go. After crossing this bridge, Seven Suns Monastery will be in front!"

"Clatter clatter …" The monotonous sound of horse hooves echoed in the quiet street. At the side of the lively Copper Pillar Academy, in the garden that Xiao Hua had just walked through, there was a slightly dark place. Teacher Jiang, with sweat on his forehead, was sitting there drinking tea and resting. With a "sou" sound of a flying sword, an inch long flying sword landed in front of Teacher Jiang's eyes!

Teacher Jiang frowned and looked left and right. With a clap of his hand, the flying sword turned into a small paper sword and stopped in his hand. When Teacher Jiang opened the paper and saw what was inside, his expression didn't change. A sword light appeared in his hand and shredded the paper. Then, he stood up and said indifferently, "Hundred Ghosts Parade, Hundred Ghosts Parade …"

Hearing that the Seven Suns Monastery was right in front of him, Xiao Jian patted the horse beneath him. The horse quickened its pace and climbed onto the small bridge that wasn't too tall. At this moment, the full moon in the sky had yet to rise and the small bridge was a little blurry in the night. When Xiao Jian climbed onto the bridge, he realized that the other side of the small bridge was very low-lying. It was a vast expanse of darkness and there were occasional flickers of light. It was completely different from what he had seen before.

"Let's go there!" Xiao Hua pointed at the left side of the bridge. There was a dim yellow light there, but it wasn't obvious.

"Ai, all the Daoist temples in the world are one family!"

Xiao Jian sighed. "Although the capital of Copper Pillar Nation is prosperous, Seven Suns Monastery and Longevity Town's Jiang Chao Monastery … are no different!"

When everyone got close to the dim yellow light, they saw a door blocked by a pile of broken tiles. This door was about one zhang wide and two zhang tall. However, Xiao Jian lost interest after a glance!

There was no other reason … other than the fact that it was several times bigger than the Jiang Chao Monastery's door, the entire Seven Suns Monastery's door looked as though someone had moved the entire Jiang Chao Monastery's door over!

The paint on the door was dry, like the scales of a river fish that had been scraped off. Some fell off, some hung there. Even the door that was open was like the Jiang Chao Monastery's door. It was slanted and looked as though it was about to fall off the axle!

Of course, on the two sides of the door, there were two big red lanterns with holes in them. On the door, although it was very clean, the words' Seven Suns Monastery 'were still blurry. This told Xiao Jian that he wasn't dreaming of Longevity Town.

"Slow down, slow down …" Xiao Jian had just walked to the front of Seven Suns Monastery when he heard an unusually benevolent voice. Although this voice was old and hoarse, it was extremely clear in the night sky and wind. "Benevolent Lord, please eat slowly. If it's not enough, there will be more …"

Xiao Jian looked over in confusion. Right in front of Seven Suns Monastery, there was a big iron pot. Inside the iron pot was steaming hot porridge.

In front of the iron pot, there were more than ten beggars in ragged clothes. There were old and young beggars, and there were even a few women carrying babies on their backs!

These beggars, without exception, all had their gazes on the porridge. They licked their dry lips and swallowed their saliva without concealing it.

A sickly youth with a face full of stains received a bowl of porridge. He didn't care that the porridge was scalding hot and immediately drank a mouthful. Behind the iron pot, there was a short old man holding a wooden spoon in his hand. He hurriedly said to the youth. Under the light, the old man's smiling expression was as though he was looking at his own anxious grandson.

Xiao Hua had already dismounted from his horse and walked behind Xiao Jian. His gaze was different from Xiao Jian's. It didn't land on the porridge, but rather on the old man.

This old man was about sixty years old. His back was a little hunched, and he wore a slightly loose Daoist robe. This Daoist robe didn't seem to have any luster under the light. It was obvious that it had long been worn out. The old man's sparse white hair was neatly combed and tied into a small Daoist crown on his head.

The old man was very hale and hearty, and he had a sage-like appearance.

However, in Xiao Hua's eyes, this old Daoist was no different from an ordinary person. Not only did he not have any magic power, he didn't have any Daoist cultivation!

"Good people …" The old Daoist's gaze moved away from the youth and he said apologetically, "This porridge has just been cooked. Originally, I wanted to wait for it to cool down before taking it out!

However, I was afraid that you would be hungry and wait for a long time, so I hurriedly took it out!

Everyone, after serving it, let it cool down a little before eating. Today is the Hungry Ghost Festival. I don't have much food, but I still have this porridge. It will definitely be enough … "

"Thank you, Daoist …" These beggars said weakly. It was obvious that they were really hungry.

Some of them had already heard the sound of Xiao Jian's horse hooves and raised their eyes to look at Xiao Jian's group …

The old Daoist's ears didn't seem to be working well. He didn't hear the sound of horse hooves and continued to use the spoon to scoop up a spoonful of porridge from the iron pot. His arm was trembling as he poured the porridge into the broken bowl of another beggar who had already stretched out his arm …

"Oh?"

When Xiao Jian jumped down from his horse, his figure flashed past the old Daoist's eyes. Only then did the old Daoist realize that someone was approaching.

Turning his head, he saw Xiao Jian's Daoist robe. Joy flashed across the old Daoist's eyes as he called out, "Immeasurable Daoist, Fellow Daoist is here?"

"I am Xiao Jian. Greetings, Senior!" Xiao Jian placed a palm in front of his chest and bowed respectfully.

"I don't dare. This old Daoist, Dao Shan, is only a few years older than you. I can't be considered a senior!"

The old Daoist didn't put down the spoon in his hand and returned the greeting with one hand. "Fellow Daoist Xiao, please wait for a moment. Once this old Daoist has given the porridge to these good people, I will invite Fellow Daoist into the temple for a chat!"

"Senior Dao Shan, please go ahead first …" Xiao Jian looked at the door behind the old Daoist in bewilderment. He didn't understand. This Seven Suns Temple's door was so big, shouldn't it have some disciples?

Could it be that this Dao Shan was even worse off than him? He didn't even have a disciple?

The old Daoist naturally saw Xiao Hua and the others behind Xiao Jian. However, seeing that they were all young, he thought that they were Xiao Jian's disciples. He smiled kindly and scooped porridge for the beggars.

However, after a short while, the old Daoist's arm trembled even more violently.