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Although Janet felt a little uneasy, her hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes, she still managed to force a smile.
Trying to make yourself look braver.
She blinked her bright, lively eyes, her tone playful: "With everyone here, I'm not afraid of anything!"
I am confident that we will be able to complete the mission smoothly.
Her smile was infectious, adding a touch of lightness to the somewhat somber atmosphere.
Yan Lingji fanned herself with her fan, letting out a clear and melodious laugh, and said with a charming smile:
"Hehe, those who try to stop us should watch out."
"If anyone dares to block our way, I'll make them taste my power!"
With a light flick of her fan, a sharp glint flashed in her eyes, and her every move exuded domineering confidence.
Jing Ni remained silent as always, only nodding slightly; her eyes revealed unwavering conviction.
Although he didn't speak, the aura he exuded made people feel his determination to protect everyone.
He stood quietly to the side, like a steadfast mountain, silently providing a solid support for everyone.
Chapter 181 A fleeting glimpse at the market, love blossoms in an instant!
After a long journey, the group arrived at the border of Leizhou and stopped briefly at a bustling market. The market was teeming with people and vehicles, with shouts of vendors and the sounds of bargaining creating a vibrant symphony of everyday life.
The streets are lined with a dazzling array of goods, colorful silks sway gently in the wind, exquisite handicrafts shimmer in the sunlight, and tempting delicacies attract passersby to stop and admire them.
The crowd was bustling and jostling, and everyone's face was filled with the simplicity and contentment of life.
Wei Changxuan and the others led their horses slowly through the crowd. The horses neighed from time to time, seemingly caught up in the lively atmosphere.
Suddenly, Janet's eyes lit up, and she pointed ahead excitedly as if she had discovered a new continent, shouting, "Young master, look at that girl, she's so beautiful!"
Her voice was full of amazement, drawing everyone's attention in the direction she was pointing.
A woman dressed in a magnificent brocade robe was standing on the side of the street, talking quietly with her attendant beside her.
The brocade robe was embroidered with exquisite and intricate patterns, which shimmered with golden light under the sunlight, further accentuating the woman's graceful figure, making her look like a fairy in a painting.
The woman was stunningly beautiful, with skin as white as snow, exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and an elegant demeanor. Every gesture she made exuded the grace of a great lady.
A faint smile played on her lips, her gentle gaze sweeping over her surroundings. Every move she made attracted the attention of those around her, like a beautiful flower blooming in a bustling market, dazzlingly beautiful.
The market was as bustling as ever, with crowds surging like a tide, the shouts of vendors and the laughter of children filling the air. Wenren Qianrou glanced up casually, her gaze sweeping across the crowd, and was instantly drawn to Wei Changxuan.
He stood tall and imposing, exuding composure and confidence in every gesture, with a profound insight into the ways of the world in his eyes.
Wenren Qianrou frowned slightly, a subtle furrow carrying an innate air of nobility and scrutiny, yet a strange ripple stirred within her heart. She unconsciously straightened her robes, and with graceful steps, walked towards Wei Changxuan and the others.
"Young master, you look unfamiliar. Have you come from afar?"
Wenren Qianrou spoke, her voice clear and melodious, like a mountain spring flowing, particularly pleasing to the ear in the noisy market, revealing the composure of someone in a superior position.
Wei Changxuan turned around politely, bowed slightly, and said with a warm smile:
"Indeed, we were passing through this area. The young lady seems to be a regular at this market; do you have any recommendations for a good place to go?"
Wenren Qianrou covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her posture as elegant as a willow branch swaying in the spring breeze, and said:
"This market may not be large, but it has quite a few interesting places. If you don't mind, young master, I'd be happy to show you the way."
As she spoke, she subtly moved closer to Wei Changxuan, her eyes filled with anticipation.
In their subsequent interactions, Wenren Qianrou's gaze would often unconsciously fall on Wei Changxuan.
When he speaks, Wenren Qianrou tilts her head slightly, her eyes focused, and a gentle smile plays on her lips;
When Wei Changxuan had any questions, she would answer them quickly, in a soft and patient voice.
When their eyes meet unexpectedly, Wenren Qianrou's cheeks flush slightly, her gaze darting away in a flustered manner, yet she secretly anticipates their next encounter.
Before she knew it, she had been completely attracted to Wei Changxuan, and her heart had fallen for him.
Chapter 182 The Floating Pagoda is Born!
The market was bustling with people, noisy and chaotic. Wei Changxuan and his group walked slowly through it all, their demeanor incongruous with the surrounding marketplace, attracting the attention of many.
Wenren Qianrou stood on the side of the street, playing with a warm jade pendant in her hand. She inadvertently raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping across the crowd, and immediately fell on Wei Changxuan.
Her gaze flowed gently like ripples on water as she carefully examined Wei Changxuan. He was tall and imposing, exuding composure and confidence in every gesture, and his eyes held a profound insight into the ways of the world.
Wenren Qianrou frowned slightly, the slight furrow like ripples on a lake.
With an innate air of nobility and scrutiny, a strange ripple stirred within her heart. She unconsciously took a step forward, walking towards Wei Changxuan and the others.
"Young master, you look unfamiliar. Have you come from afar?" Wenren Qianrou spoke, her voice soft yet clear, exceptionally pleasant to the ear in the noisy market, exuding the composure of someone in a superior position.
Wei Changxuan turned around politely, bowed slightly, and said with a warm smile:
"Indeed, we were passing through this area. The young lady seems to be a regular at this market; do you have any recommendations for a good place to go?"
Wenren Qianrou covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her posture as elegant as a willow branch swaying in the spring breeze, and said:
"This market may not be large, but it has quite a few interesting places. If you don't mind, young master, Qianrou is willing to show you the way."
And so, Wenren Qianrou traveled with Wei Changxuan and the others. Along the way, her gaze would always unconsciously fall on Wei Changxuan, and they would occasionally exchange a few words, her words full of concern.
She was amazed by Wei Changxuan's talent and insight, and her heart was quietly drawn to him; it was love at first sight.
After saying goodbye to Wenren Qianrou, the group continued their journey.
The sun shone brightly along the way, and the lush trees on both sides of the road were like a flowing painting. The occasional birdsong added a touch of tranquility to the journey.
As we walked, a magnificent temple came into view. Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the temple's vermilion walls stood solemnly, and a simple, ancient plaque hung high above the temple gate.
The three large, gilded characters of "Sanhua Temple" are written with vigorous strokes, conveying the vicissitudes of time.
As dusk approached and the sky turned orange-red, Wei Changxuan suggested that they stay overnight at the temple, and everyone agreed.
The monks in the temple warmly welcomed them with kind smiles and led them to clean and tidy guest rooms.
The guest room was simply furnished yet cozy, with the bed neatly made and a faint sandalwood scent filling the air.
After washing up, everyone prepared to rest, looking forward to spending a peaceful night in the tranquil temple.
In the dead of night, all was quiet, and the temple was serene except for the occasional chirping of insects.
Suddenly, a burst of noisy footsteps outside the temple broke the tranquility.
The footsteps were hurried and chaotic, as if a group of people were rushing towards the temple. Wei Changxuan and the others got up alertly, quickly dressed, picked up their weapons, and went out of the room to check.
A group of men in black, wielding sharp blades, loomed in the moonlight. The two leaders, with their cold and stern faces, were the ruthless bandits who had previously clashed with Wei Changxuan and his group. Their eyes flashed with a fierce light when they saw Wei Changxuan.
"Wei Changxuan, today is your death day!" the leader of the thugs shouted angrily, his voice sharp and loud, echoing in the empty temple.
Just as tensions were running high and a conflict was about to erupt, a blinding light suddenly flashed across the sky.
The light streaked across the night sky like lightning, followed by a deafening roar that seemed to shake the heavens and earth.
Everyone looked up in astonishment, only to see a mysterious ancient tower slowly rising in the distance, its body radiating an eerie, multicolored light, like a dream.
It is the Pagoda.
It rose slowly into the night sky, like a colossal beast awakening from its slumber, exuding endless mystery and majesty, drawing everyone's attention.
This temporarily halted the tense standoff.
Chapter 183 Wei Yuan vs. Nalan Tianlu!
"The pagoda has opened!" A young monk in the temple exclaimed in shock and excitement, his voice trembling with fear.
This shout instantly shattered the tense atmosphere of the temple, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.
At the same time, Zen Master Jingxin, dressed in a simple monk's robe and holding a Zen staff, arrived with steady steps but also with a hint of urgency.
The Buddhist bodhisattvas exuded an aura of compassion and peace, moving with light, graceful steps.
The Vajra warriors were burly and imposing; Abbot Hengyin of Sanhua Temple also followed behind them with a solemn expression.
Zen Master Jingxin put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this is an opportunity. We, the humble monks, will enter together to explore the secrets of the pagoda."
His voice was deep and mellow, echoing in the air with a reassuring power.
Upon hearing this, everyone responded enthusiastically, and filled with curiosity and awe for the unknown, they hurried toward the Pagoda.
Before long, the group arrived in front of the tower.
The massive tower gate slowly opened, accompanied by a muffled sound, and a powerful and mysterious aura rushed out.
This aura seemed to carry the vicissitudes of time, ancient secrets, and unknown dangers, sending chills down one's spine.
Wei Changxuan took a deep breath to calm his nervousness and excitement, and stepped into the tower first.
His eyes were firm and sharp, and he exuded fearless courage.
The group followed closely behind, one after another cautiously entering the mysterious pagoda.
The tower was dimly lit, with only a few flickering oil lamps casting a faint glow, like will-o'-the-wisps, adding to the eerie atmosphere of this mysterious space.
The air was filled with an old, musty smell, the scent of time, a mixture of dust and decay that made one want to cough.
The group carefully made their way up the steps, each step extremely slow, as if afraid of triggering a dangerous mechanism hidden in the shadows.
Their steps were slow and cautious, their hands gripping their weapons tightly, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily, not missing a single slight movement.
Finally, the group reached the second level. Just then, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by an invisible hand.
The scene, which was originally quite normal, suddenly became blurry.
Immediately afterwards, images slowly appeared in the void.
In the scene, Nalan Tianlu is covered in blood, his clothes are tattered, his hair is messily scattered on his shoulders, and his face is full of exhaustion and ferocity.
He was surrounded by Wei Yuan and several eminent Buddhist monks, and was in dire straits.
Wei Yuan held a long sword, its blade gleaming with a chilling light, like an ice serpent ready to strike at any moment.
His eyes were icy cold, like the cold moon in a freezing night, staring at Nalan Tianlu without any emotion, as if he were looking at a dead object.
"Nalan Tianlu, your evil deeds will end today!"
Wei Yuan said coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth, as if it came from the deepest hell.
Nalan Tianlu fought back fiercely, despite the blood gushing from his wounds, staining the ground beneath his feet crimson.
But his eyes were filled with resentment and anger.