At dusk, the night is coming, and the lights are already on Hedong County, and the torches are blooming everywhere. At the last lantern festival of the year, the county people no longer hide their weaknesses and have brought out the goods at the bottom of the box.

At the foot of Bailong Temple, the sea of ​​lights surging, with a strong momentum of clouds and mists. The dragon platform and phoenix chariot appeared and disappeared. Li Buzhuo, dressed in casual clothes, was on the street outside the mountain gate, and his sharp sword-like eyes penetrated the sea of ​​lights and stared at Bailong Temple on the mountain.

Although the most prosperous scene of the Lantern Festival is on Sajin Street in the center of the county town, there are also many tourists going to Bailong Temple at this time. Last year, Bailong Temple built a lantern for the sutras of Ten Thousand Buddhas, which is really like the grand scene of gods and Buddhas coming to the world. It is not much more favorable than the Lantern Festival on Sajin Street, so there are many tourists going up the mountain at this time.

On both sides of the mountain road up the mountain are the stone lighthouses that stretch out upwards, opening up a light road in the night. The Bailong Temple at the end of the light road is brilliantly lit, as if it is high above the world.

Li Buzhuo frowned and looked at the strange lights in Bailong Temple.

Han Yuanwu, who was following Li Buzhuo, suddenly spoke out: "It seems that it is not a lantern, but a fire."

Li Buzhuo's chin was slightly slightly. His cultivation level exceeded that of Han Won-Wu, and of course his eyesight was stronger. He saw that there was a fire on the mountain. The fire was concealed by the lanterns, which was very easy to be confused, so almost no one of the tourists at the foot of the mountain noticed it. Even if there were occasional doubts, they would not think too much.

During the Lantern Festival, fires were common. The county had regular fire prevention military service, and there were monks who specialized in extinguishing fires in Bailong Temple. However, the fire on the mountain did not weaken at this time. Li Buzhuo watched the mountain for more than half an hour, but none of the tourists entering the mountain went down the mountain, which caused the news of the fire on the mountain to be produced. The scene was very strange.

Li Buzhuo secretly investigated Bailong Temple and was chased by the monks in the temple. I guess there should be many masters in the temple. What disaster has happened to Bailong Temple that has all disappeared?

Seeing that more and more tourists were going up the mountain, no one went down the mountain. Li Buzhuo handed over the Qianhu Fu Ling to Han Yuanwu and said, "Gather the nearby Shenzha army and county soldiers to seal the mountain first. Someone asked, just tell me the order I issued."

Han Yuanwu didn't know what Li Buzhuo was going to do, but he also saw that there was something strange on the mountain. Without asking too much, he led people to execute the order. Li Buzhuo sat at a wine stall on the street, ordered three plates of side dishes, and quietly observed the changes on the mountain.

The time for the chin-shuang-yao was explained in the middle of the hour, and there were still one and a half hours of ion time. Li Buzhuo did not dare to act rashly, so he could only send people to stop ordinary people from going up the mountain to reduce some possible casualties.

A moment later, Han Yuanwu, who was holding the Thousand Houses Talisman Order, mobilized more than 30 county soldiers and Shenzha Army plainclothes and stopped all those who went up the mountain, causing a lot of commotion and complaints. However, most of the people who knew the situation, after knowing the identity of Shenzha Army, retreated far away and only discussed behind their backs behind their backs what was going on the mountain.

As the chief envoy of Fengshan, Li Buzhuo was also constantly guessing his own safety and waiting at the wine stall. He felt a little uneasy. He thought that he had promised Sanjin and Luo Huanjun to accompany them to visit the lantern festival tonight, but now he had lost the appointment. With the braised pork and Luo Hang beans on the table, he drank most of the wine brewed by his own winery in his waist. He had the cultivation level and could wake up as long as he used his inner qi to force him to wake up. Naturally, he was not afraid of drinking and mischief, so he had no scruples. At this time, a man sat next to him, wearing a silk dress with a ball of flowers, and a black mole on the corner of his eyes was very eye-catching under the light. Li Buzhuo was slightly stunned and asked, "Why are you here?"

Luo Huanjun handed over a big cloak and said, "Sanjin is preparing for the lantern competition. I am very bored, so I'm here to find you. It's cold tonight, so you can wear this."

Li Buzhuo took the big cloak, started warm, and put it on his body. When the big cloak touched his body, it shrank slightly and wrapped around him. Li Buzhuo's heart moved. Under the perception of his soul, there was a kind of unexplainable vicissitudes of life contained in the big cloak. It seemed that the thoughts that touched it were all wiped out by the breath. Thinking of the way of time in Luo Huanjun's Dharma image that night, Li Buzhuo immediately understood that this big cloak was the feather weave of her life.

"If it is damaged by me..." Li Buzhuo subconsciously refused.

Luo Huanjun shook his head and looked at Bailong Temple and said, "The demonic energy there has been solidified, and there is a Buddha's fate in the demonic energy. If it hurts it, it will damage the merits. If it doesn't hurt it, I will probably be inspired by it. If you wear this dress, you can save your life at a critical moment."

Li Buzhuo took a deep breath, which was related to his wealth and life. He would not pretend to shirk his head and nodded and said ok.

When I saw the sky was not far away, I got up and walked up the mountain road.

Han Yuanwu and others who were guarding the gate saw that Li Buzhuo came, and made way out. Han Yuanwu wanted to protect Li Buzhuo, but Li Buzhuo only ordered him to guard the mountain gate. The reason why Zhi Shuangyi found Li Buzhuo was because his soul was different. Although Han Yuanwu was not bad, even Luo Huanjun dared to go up the mountain, and other helpers were useless.

Walking into the mountain gate, Li Buzhuo thought to himself: "When the man surnamed Zhang lied to me to investigate Bailong Temple, most of the things in the temple were related to the dragon bird. It would not be a coincidence that the demons in this temple took advantage of the lantern festival." Then he paused and turned around and said to Han Wuwu: "Send someone to the command center, and all the people will go to monitor the movements of the previous dynasty tonight."

Han Yuanwu received the order. Li Buzhuo went up the mountain again. When he was a little far away from the foot of the mountain, the figures of ordinary people became like an ant. Li Buzhuo looked at the wine stall from afar and saw no trace of Luo Huanjun. Then he reached out to his shoulders, held the hilt of the candle dragon sword, and the scabbard of the sword swooped and turned into a wrist guard. Holding the sword in his palm, Li Buzhuo's uneasy mood gradually calmed down.

Although he had a unique personality and had spent countless spring and autumn in his dreams, he also reached his current status through this, but in addition, Li Buzhuo knew that there was nothing extraordinary. Being able to hang out with Zhishuangyi's thigh is definitely an opportunity to not give in to the supreme method, but opportunities also have risks. Tonight's Bailong Temple party gave him a try. Zhishuangyi once said in person that if he was careful, he would be safe, and there was also a gift from Luo Huanjun to save his life, so he had no reason to retreat.

As he climbed up the stairs, Li Buzhuo stepped on the ten thousand stone steps under his feet and drove out the uneasiness in his heart. The world at the foot of the mountain turned into a distant light in his eyes. The mountain wind became colder and colder. The Buddhist temple gate appeared in front of him. The wrathful face of the clay sculpture guardian Vajra was hideous and terrifying under the firelight. The heat wave of the fire in the temple rushed far away, and the sound of the wind was mixed with the Brahma singing that looked like ghost crying. Li Buzhuo held the hilt of the sword tightly, and the fire in the dark night was reflected in his pupils, stepping closer to the mountain gate step by step.

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