There are not many young monks left in the ruins.

Most of the monks from the major sects died in the cemetery. Those who left alive also left the ruins early and returned outside. As for the few remaining monks, they felt the thick fog.

After great changes occurred, I also chose to leave.

They were not as lucky as Yun Jianyue, and their elders did not come here, so many people actually died in the ruins.

The white mist is a weapon for killing people, and it is their method to invade the monk's body. It was just a slow process before, but now as the white mist becomes more and more, the white mist becomes more and more terrifying.

The monks clearly understood the importance and naturally chose to leave.

Although Yun Jianyue went deep into it, with the help of the middle-aged Taoist's talisman, he left faster than many others. He walked out of the white mist, and countless eyes fell on him in an instant.

Looking at the pale face of this Taoist genius, the monks thought that it was extremely difficult for even such a person to persevere in the white mist.

But soon, after looking at Yun Jianyue for a few times, the visitor said with emotion: "Congratulations, little friend, let's take another step forward."

When Yun Jianyue heard this, he quickly returned the salute. Although after setting foot on the other side of the realm, his realm was almost the same as that of the faraway tourist in front of him, there was still a gap in seniority between the two, so he still saluted.

As the visitor from afar opened his mouth, everyone quickly looked at Yun Jianyue. After a while, some voices of admiration sounded from the crowd.

This one of the two disciples of the Taoist sect was already a genius at the peak of the Sea of ​​Bitterness Realm. I don’t know how many monks want to take Yun Jianyue into their sect and make her a monk under their sect. However, the young disciples who are infatuated, they dare not

Even if I rob, I will not rob.

Now that Yun Jian Yue has taken another step forward, they don't just want to own Yun Jian Yue.

This means that the generation of Chi Xin Guan has another figure who can shoulder the future of Chi Xin Guan.

If a sect wants to be prosperous for a long time, the first thing it needs is to have a long-lasting foundation. There must be a strong person in the sect who can hold the current situation, and there must be a group of strong men who can do it. Then the sect can make the sect

Stability, in addition to this, those young monks are actually the icing on the cake, but if you want to last forever, you must have a strong man who can control you, a real genius, before the current strong man dies.

Those who need the prefix of youth can take over the sect's foundation before the strongest person in the mountain sect dies.

Yun Jianyue frowned at the sudden praise.

He didn't speak, remained silent for a moment, and then walked towards where the monks of Chixin Guan were.

Taoist Ning Gui looked at Yun Jianyue with admiration and said proactively: "I think the temple master will be very happy to go back this time."

Yun Jianyue glanced around and said softly: "But what happened inside?"

Taoist Ning Gui was startled. The monks who came out before had already told some about the situation inside, but in fact, even he didn't know what happened inside.

"There's more white mist. Maybe it's a certain period of time. Maybe there's a valuable treasure. But it's not very friendly to young people like you." Taoist Ning Gui shook his head slightly and said softly: "Don't worry about anything.

The things inside will be clarified."

"Uncle Master has already entered, does the temple owner know?"

Yun Jianyue looked at Taoist Ninggui and asked this question.

It was not for a young disciple like him to ask about the whereabouts of the big shot, but when she saw the middle-aged Taoist, Yun Jianyue already felt something bad, so she still spoke.

Taoist Ning Gui was startled and asked in confusion: "Which real person is it?!"

Anyone who is qualified to be called Master Uncle by Yun Jianyue cannot be an ordinary monk. Even in the Infatuation Concept, he should be a big shot.

Yun Jianyue said: "Master Zhang Lu."

Upon hearing these four words, Taoist Ning Gui's expression suddenly changed. He asked in disbelief: "Is it Master Zhang Lu?!"

What kind of existence is Master Zhanglu in Chixinguan? He naturally knows that he is an out-and-out big shot. Even in ordinary times, it is difficult for him to see him in Chixinguan. He has even heard that such a big shot is in Chixinguan before.

He went into seclusion to reach a higher realm, but he never thought that he was not in the Contemplation of Infatuation at all, but came here from the Contemplation of Infatuated Mind.

"Why is he here?!"

Taoist Ning Gui looked at Yun Jianyue, somewhat confused.

Every move of such a big shot can cause countless things.

Yun Jianyue said softly: "I originally thought you should know, but looking at it now, I'm afraid you don't even know."

Yun Jianyue has always had respect for the master in charge of the law and nothing else. Now he is asking this question out of certain considerations.

Taoist Ning Gui shook his head and said: "I think no matter what, the master of the temple will know these things. It can be said that in the whole infatuated mind view, even the major events in the world should be in the eyes of the master of the temple."

For the master of Chixin Temple, countless Taoist priests in Chixin Temple admire him very much. Under the extreme admiration, they even have extreme worship and complete trust.

Yun Jianyue said: "I will go back to the mountain." Taoist Ning Gui was startled, then nodded and said nothing more.

Although he has a higher seniority, he has actually never had any binding force on a young genius like Yun Jianyue. If the other party is willing to speak to him properly, that is already great.

Yun Jianyue suddenly asked: "Senior sister is still in retreat?"

Taoist Ning Gui smiled and said, "When I came out of the mountain, I heard that she was still in seclusion, but she was no longer in seclusion. She would occasionally watch the scenery by the cliff."

Monks practicing in retreat in the world often have the so-called life and death barrier and ordinary retreat. If it is a life and death barrier, it means that no matter what, it will not appear in the world before breaking out, and the life and death barrier is often very important to a monk.

The tests are all very severe, and even a first-rate genius may die at the very least.

Yun Jianyue smiled and said, "I'm walking ahead of Senior Sister."

Taoist Ning Gui nodded. Ye Zhihua's previous realm had always been higher than Yun Jian Yue's, but it was actually very limited. Now Yun Jian Yue has had a great opportunity to go from the Sea of ​​Bitterness to the other shore. No matter what it is said,

He must be at a higher level than that woman.

Thinking of what was happening in the temple about this young genius, Taoist Ninggui was silent for a moment, thinking that liking a woman would not affect his practice.

If I had known this, I would have shown my affection to that junior sister when I saw her.

It's a pity that life never has what ifs.

…

…

The lake water fell from the sky and gradually merged into streams, flowing towards the bottom of the lake again. However, due to those deep pits, it was impossible to fill the lake again. The lake water poured into those deep pits, and could not be filled again.

You know when you can fill it up, or you may never be able to fill it up in your lifetime.

The middle-aged Taoist rode a green ox to the lakeside and looked at the deep pits. The middle-aged Taoist holding an oil-paper umbrella looked at the bottom of the lake and looked at the traces left by the previous battle. There was no emotion in his eyes. Naturally, he could

He thought that the traces of the battle were left by Chen Chao and Yun Jianyue before, but he also understood that Yun Jianyue failed to win in that fight.

"Even though there is a huge gap in realm, we still can't win. For such a person, my senior brother still regards him as a genius, which is a bit blind."

The middle-aged Taoist man spoke calmly, and with a casual move, something emerged from the mud at the bottom of the lake, emitting a faint light.

After the mud on the thing fell off, its true appearance was revealed. It was a broken magical weapon. It was originally supposed to be a demon-conquering pestle.

Looking at the sharp cuts on it, the middle-aged Taoist said calmly: "One of the invading enemies was a swordsman with astonishing cultivation, or was it a Buddhist monk who was the invading enemy?"

Without waiting for Qingniu's reaction, the middle-aged Taoist said calmly: "In ancient times, your sects, regardless of their practice schools, whether martial arts, swordsmanship, Buddhism, Buddhism or Taoism, could all sit in the same mountain gate and discuss the Tao?"

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head. He couldn't figure it out. If such a thing really happened, how could a group of monks with different cultivation concepts and methods coexist?

Wouldn't that be a hodgepodge?

A few years ago, the three schools of Buddhism, Buddhism and Taoism held a debate-like conference. The original intention was for the monks from the three schools to find a place to study and integrate the three schools' practice concepts, but the final result was very bad.

No one could convince anyone, so the so-called debate ended soon and was never held again.

The middle-aged Taoist was born in Chixinguan. He studied the best Taoist classics since he was a child and was guided by famous teachers. He walked very fast and achieved success in his studies very quickly. Then he began to dabble in the practice methods of other schools of practice, but he always felt that he was not satisfied with the practice.

Too suitable.

When he first started cultivating, although he was unwilling to show his face in the world, he was actually much better than the so-called young geniuses at that time. It was precisely because he was too low-key that when he later became the Master of Chixin Guan

, also caused an uproar in the spiritual world, and what really allowed this middle-aged Taoist to gain a foothold in the world was that he had a battle with an evil giant who had become famous in his early years.

He was already a powerful figure in the Wangyou realm in his early years. It was only because the secret method he cultivated was too cruel that he was hunted down by the Righteous Path. But also because his cultivation realm was too powerful, he had been wandering around the world for many years and no one was able to kill him.

He was shot to death.

It was not until later that Master Zhanglu met the giant of evil. The two fought for several days, and finally leveled several mountain peaks. The battle ended and spread throughout the world. No one dared to say anything to Master Zhanglu again.

Said something.

Even a genius like him would feel that there would be barriers between the schools of cultivation, and would simply not be able to accept a group of monks from different schools practicing together.

Qingniu didn't know what the middle-aged Taoist was thinking. At this moment, it was just looking at the broken Demon-Conquering Pestle, with some sadness in its eyes.

It slept for many years, but when he was awake many years ago, he met many people. At that time, there was a monk who would often come to him and sit on him all afternoon. At that time, he had a

Don't wear this magic pestle.

Now that the magic pestle is broken, the monk has been dead for who knows how many years.

Thinking of this, Qingniu groaned sadly.

The middle-aged Taoist glanced down at the green bull and said calmly: "You remembered something you shouldn't have remembered. Don't be sentimental in a hurry. If you can't find that place again, I will send you to meet him."

Qing Niu suddenly said aggrievedly: "He has been dead for so many years. Even if I am dead now, how can I meet him?"

It has never spoken before, but this does not mean that it is speechless or unable to speak.

The middle-aged Taoist didn't look at it, but there was something about it, and the meaning was already very obvious.

Qingniu felt it and said, "I have lived for so many years. It doesn't matter if I die now. My mountain gate is destroyed anyway, so what's the point of living for me!"

The middle-aged Taoist said indifferently: "Is it considered alive after sleeping for many years?"
To be continued...