After Zhu Fengchun left, Ji Yun sat quietly on the cloud couch for a long time, his expression uncertain.
Then he stood up suddenly, left the room, walked through the long corridors in the maze-like Qingyun Palace, and finally came to a quiet and unique courtyard.
There is an osmanthus tree as thick as an arm's length planted in the yard, and under the tree sits a gray-haired old man in linen.
The old man's eyes were tightly closed, the left side of his face was full of wrinkles, and his complexion was dark yellow and covered with age spots.
But the skin on the right side of his face was rosy and firm, full of life.
Very strange.
"Disciple Jiyun..."
Ji Yun bowed respectfully to the other party: "Meet my uncle!"
This old man in sackcloth is not only Ji Yun's elder, but also a Taoist monk. His achievements are at the forefront of the entire Qingyun League, and his strength is unfathomable.
It's just that he usually lives in seclusion in Qingyun Palace to practice and does not participate in the affairs of Qingyun League, existing like a wandering cloud and wild crane.
The status is extremely transcendent.
Ji Yun didn't want to disturb this great uncle unless he had to.
"Well?"
The old man in sackcloth slowly opened his eyes.
One of the old monk's eyes was cloudy and chaotic, while the other was bright and lively.
He looked at Ji Yun who was kneeling on the ground and said, "It turns out to be Ji Yun. What's the matter?"
"Master-uncle!"
Ji Yun immediately explained the whole story in detail.
There was no exaggeration or jealousy, nor was there any concealment of his coveting of the transformed beast and the shameful methods he had used.
Because Ji Yun knew very well that if he said something that was not sincere at all, he would not be able to escape the eyes of this ancestor.
Let alone getting help from the other party, you will be considered lucky if you don't have a meal of "life"!
He had been beaten by this great-uncle when he was a child, and even thinking about it now, his butt still hurts.
The old man in sackcloth patiently listened to Ji Yun's words, and then showed a half-smiling look: "You are still the same as when you were a child, you can't even do bad things."
Ji Yun's face turned red and he was speechless.
This monk has been stuck in the extraordinary realm for a long time. Although he has reached the peak level, he has never been able to take the last step. Over time, he is almost becoming a demon.
The monks who entered Taoism not only improved their strength, but also greatly extended their life span. Ji Yun did not want to turn into a pile of bones in a hundred years, so he racked his brains to find a way to break through.
Under such circumstances, a transformed beast suddenly jumped into his sight, how could he not be tempted?
Ji Yun felt that this was his opportunity to enter Taoism.
But in order not to fall into the blame, he did not deal with Wang Chen directly, but secretly made plans.
As a result, as soon as the plan was launched, it encountered a strong counterattack and ended up with the foundation damaged.
It took Jiyun a year to barely recover.
However, this did not dispel his idea, but made him even crazier.
Because only by peeling off the essence of Qi and blood of this transformed beast can his foundation be completely restored and the possibility of entering the Tao be preserved.
In addition, Ji Yun also wants to seek revenge from Wang Chen!
So no matter whether Zhu Fengchun comes to visit or not, Ji Yun will have to settle accounts with Wang Chen.
However, he also knew very well that in his current situation, if he faced Wang Chen again, not to mention washing away his shame, he might even lose his life.
He can only use his last trump card.
That is the ancestor in front of me.
As for whether the old man in sackcloth would help him, Ji Yun was not sure, so he could only kneel on the ground and listen to the instructions.
"I'm old."
The old man in sackcloth sighed and said: "The Supreme Realm is doomed to be hopeless, and there is not much life left, so don't let me take action against that young man."
"My disciples don't dare!"
Ji Yun kowtowed in fear: "Master, uncle, just pretend that your disciple has never been here."
The old man in sackcloth shook his head, took out a bronze bell from his robe, and placed it in front of Ji Yun: "For the sake of your master who died young, I will help you one last time."
"This is the Ten Thousand Beast Bell. It was obtained from Yao Gong's treasure. It can control ferocious beasts below the eighth level. It should be able to be used once or twice."
"I will teach you the method of sacrificial refining. It's up to you how to use it."
Ji Yun was immediately overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you so much, great uncle! Thank you so much, great uncle!"
"No need to knock."
The old man in sackcloth waved his hand: "Take away this beast bell, and the fate between you and me will be over. Don't come to me again in the future, and I won't see you again, just take care of yourself!"
Ji Yun holds the Ten Thousand Beasts Bell in both hands.
Senseless.
When he came to his senses, he found that he was already outside the courtyard.
The front door is closed!
Although he had obtained a supreme magic weapon, Ji Yun felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost the most precious thing.
In fact, he knew very well that his current status was closely related to his great uncle.
Without this relationship, his status in the Qingyun League will inevitably be unstable.
But it’s too late to regret now!
Ji Yun held the Ten Thousand Beast Bell in his hand tightly, his expression became ferocious and vicious.
For this plan, he has only one way to go until it is dark!
"Wang Chen!"
Wang Chen's name was squeezed out from the monk's teeth, with deep-seated resentment and hostility.
At the same time, Wang Chen, who was supervising the students' daily practice in White Deer College twenty or thirty miles away, felt something in his heart and glanced in the direction of Taiwu City.
Taiwu City is the largest city in the Wushan Realm. With this city as the center, there is no fog covering a radius of dozens of miles.
The geographical location is unique.
Since most of the areas outside the city have been developed for many years and are owned by major forces in the city, the Mo family spent a lot of effort to buy this land for Wang Chen.
Pharmacies and colleges were built.
Although the Cishi Hall in the city is still there, ordinary people inside and outside Taiwu City who want to seek medical advice basically come to the medicine village.
Not only did they treat themselves, but they also sent their children here, hoping to study at White Deer College.
Change the fate of the poor!
There are many private schools and martial arts schools in Taiwu City, but none of them can do what Bailu Academy does. It not only waives tuition fees, but also provides two free meals.
Just these two points are enough to make countless people scratch their heads and try their best to squeeze in.
Not to mention that the one who controls the academy is an immortal master!
But Wang Chen does not accept everyone. The disciples of the academy may not know a word, but they must not have bad intentions. They may not have the power to restrain a chicken, but they must know how to work hard.
There is no room for people who like to cheat and cheat here.
After one year, the number of disciples in White Deer Academy has exceeded 3,000!
And they and their parents, like the countless patients treated by Cishi Medicine Village, have brought a steady stream of merit and virtue to Wang Chen!