The flowers are bright, the moon is dim, the mist is dim, and the lights are whirling.
A huge crowd surrounded this street, and Su Bei could vaguely see what seemed to be a huge stone tablet placed on a large open space not far away!
While wandering along the way, the two of them unknowingly arrived at the very center of Wucheng. In front of a stone tablet that these people called a strange stone, there were many strong men gathered around them. Su Bei was familiar with it.
There are already more than ten people.
Just like Lin Duo, who had an arrogant look on his face and looked at people with cute eyes, and a group of elders from various sects who attended the Sword Sect's 800th birthday banquet...
When he glanced at it, he even saw a man wearing a bright red neon dress with fish-red sleeves and moonlight gauze, looking at the strange stone with his eyes bent.
As if he was afraid of being noticed by her, Su Bei lowered his head subconsciously.
Shan Wulan, who was standing aside, looked thoughtfully at the fish-red sleeves in the distance.
At this time, the female disciple of the Holy Land wearing a golden glazed halo shirt stood in front of the strange stone. Looking at the monks and common people gathered here, she coughed heavily and said loudly:
"This strange stone was obtained by the Saint in Xianxuantian five hundred years ago. It is said that there are many secrets hidden in it!"
"It might be some mysterious technique, it might be a prophecy, or it might be some kind of enlightenment."
"The saint said that if anyone can decipher the mystery of this strange stone, the saint will personally receive him. Not only will he be given a token of the Holy Land, but he will also give personal guidance..."
Before the female disciple could finish her words, the crowd suddenly burst into discussion.
It was obvious that many people's eyes lit up instantly, and then a greedy look flashed from the corners of their mouths.
If we talk about the most mysterious people in the world, the old leader of the Sword Sect whose life or death is uncertain and whose whereabouts is unknown is one, and the saint of the Holy Land is the second one.
However, unlike the old head of the Sword Sect, it is said that few people have seen the true appearance of the Saint of the Holy Land, and her cultivation five hundred years ago is said to have reached the late stage of transcending the tribulation.
Obtaining Mahayana is just a short step away.
Or maybe he has already reached the Mahayana realm.
Being able to get the guidance of such a strong man is definitely better than a hundred years of hard work, not to mention getting the token from the Holy Land.
The woman in the Holy Land looked at the scene in front of her with a smile. This was not the first time that this strange stone had been launched by the Saint. All previous opening ceremonies had such a lucky link, but the final result was naturally that no one
be able to explore its mysteries.
Over time, even the saint thought that this was just a strange stone, but that it contained some inexplicable energy.
Su Bei looked at the stone with a strange flash in his eyes, turned around and looked at Shan Wulan, and said softly:
"Do you know this stone?"
Shan Wulan shook her head. It was only her first time in the Holy Land.
Suddenly, there was a commotion among the crowd, and everyone looked in a certain direction. Su Bei followed everyone's gaze and saw a bald, middle-aged monk, wearing a bright red cassock.
With a kind face and kind eyes, he walked towards the strange stone with a smile:
"Amitabha! The poor monk came from the ancient country of Dongfeng to go to the holy land to worship Buddha and seek scriptures..."
"..."
As soon as this monk appeared, everyone immediately turned their attention to him, followed by a burst of discussion:
"This seems to be an eminent monk from the Great Leiyin Buddhism. It is said that his dharma name is Fajiang. The great monk Fajiang has reached the peak of returning to the void as early as two hundred years ago..."
"Shouldn't these people go into seclusion and sprint to the realm of Hedao? Is it also to compete for the title of the No. 1 sect in the world?"
"How can a monk value fame and fortune?"
"It can't be said, it can't be said!"
The Holy Land woman stepped back and got out of the way.
The spiritual energy around Master Fajiang was instantly released, and a solemn aura surrounded the entire strange stone like the sound of a bell. His hands instantly joined together.
A large string of Buddhist beads between his neck soared into the sky, emitting a dazzling luster, and Sanskrit sounds flashed across the sky.
Instantly there were bursts of noise from the crowd.
"Master Fajiang has actually reached the half-step level of Hedao! He really came here just to ascend to the Immortal Platform!"
"Such a realm must be able to break through the mystery in this strange stone!"
Someone looked at everything in front of him with a smile, shook his head gently, and said meaningfully:
"This stone has been placed six times at the opening ceremony."
How can a stone that even a saint cannot break be so easy to crack? Is the token of the Holy Land so easy to obtain?
...
In a towering building in the center of Wucheng, it is made of blue bricks and white tiles, quiet and elegant, with several overlapping neon curtains.
It is a typical Jiangnan style building with winding paths and a sun-facing warm pavilion. The entire warm pavilion is made of aniseed sandalwood without any other materials. It is ingenious and extremely valuable.
It doesn't smell like the worldly world, it doesn't smell like luxury, it just smells of elegance and nobility.
In this attic, there is a low table with sandalwood and red sandalwood and glazed glass. Behind the low table, a brocade has fallen down, and the two chairs in front of the low table have fallen out of place.
There is a guqin leaning against the door, and a pot of tea after the rain is brewing on the low table. Strangely, there is a box of half-eaten candied fruits next to the teapot.
In the pavilion, there was a man wearing a splendid dragon robe, and a woman opposite was sitting on a chair. She was holding a tea cup in her hand and a piece of candied fruit that she had taken a big bite of in her left hand.
The woman was wearing a white soft gauze narcissus skirt, revealing a bright wrist as frosty as snow, and her slender jade fingers were as soft and white as spring green onions.
Her bright eyes looked noble and elegant, but after she stuffed the piece of candied fruit in her left hand into her lips, her beautiful eyes like crescent moons instantly narrowed, and her face was filled with happiness.
Ji Nanjue looked at the so-called master in front of him and sighed softly.
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The taste buds will be filled with sweetness.
Looking at Ji Nanjue's expression, the woman pursed her lips quickly and said with a smile:
"Why is Xiao Ji like this? She's been looking sad all day long. Tell me, what can the emperor do? You might as well come to the Holy Land and become an elder..."
"It's okay if you want to be a saint, but my sister is tired of playing."
"..."
Ji Nanjue curled her lips, gently blew the hot air from the tea bowl, ignored the woman's nagging, and said:
"Master, my disciple feels that the coolness in his body seems to be gradually becoming uncontrollable."
Yao Yan's eyes trembled obviously, he retracted his hand that was reaching towards the box of preserves, and said softly:
"Is the Ultimate Fire Golden Pill no longer effective?"
Ji Nanjue nodded but shook his head:
"There are still some effects, but the effects are no longer significant."
Yao Yan stood up gently, took out a storage bag from the storage ring like a magic trick, handed it to Ji Nanjue and said softly:
"There are also three hundred golden elixirs of supreme fire inside."
After a pause, he walked towards the window, looked at the crowd in front of the strange stone not far away, and said softly:
"If you are tired and your body can't hold on any longer, go back to the Holy Land..."
Seeing that she felt a sense of depression and loneliness from Yao Yan, a smile quickly appeared on Ji Nanjue's face. He stepped forward and hugged her waist from behind, and whispered softly in her ear:
"It's not as serious as you think, and it can be suppressed."
But I know in my heart that if the pulse of Zhiyang cannot be found, it will only be a matter of time before the Zhihuo Golden Pill completely loses its effect.
This time she came to the Holy Land with Lin Jinyu and a group of royal palace masters. She didn't meet anyone, so she found her in a hurry and felt relieved when she saw that she was the same as before.
I just became more and more curious about the master's realm. I couldn't see through her at all with my cultivation in the later stages of the tribulation?
Yao Yan turned around, looked at the male-looking apprentice in front of him, smiled, pinched her cheek and said with a smile:
"You keep showing off like this, it feels weird."
"Let me take a good look at you."
Even I can't see through the effects of the fairy grass.
Ji Nanjue smiled and reached out to wipe her face, revealing her charming face. Perhaps because the chill in her body had not faded away, her complexion had a trace of unhealthy whiteness.
Yaoyan and Ji Nanjue stood side by side, looking at the strange stone not far away. At this moment, the monk named Fajiang was surrounded by boundless Sanskrit spiritual energy, trying to pry into the secrets in the strange stone.
"Aren't you worried that someone can really break through this strange stone?"
A strange color flashed in Ji Nanjue's eyes. Suddenly she saw a very familiar figure in a white shirt embroidered with begonias among the crowd. She was stunned for a moment, and then smiled knowingly.
He is from the Sword Sect, and sure enough he is here too...
Yaoyan put a piece of candied fruit into his mouth, and seemed to be a little proud, and said vaguely:
"I've placed this stone here six times. I can't even break this strange stone. Who else in the world can do it?"
She didn't prepare the legendary token in the Holy Land at all. Maybe it was because of extreme confidence?
really!
Ji Nanjue tilted his head and looked at her. He was still the same sinister master, still the same as before.
After a while, Na Fajiang shook his head, looked at the strange stone with a helpless expression, took a long breath, looked at the crowd, and said:
"A poor monk can't be broken."
"There is an indescribable spiritual energy in this strange stone. If it is broken, it will definitely cause strange phenomena in the world, and that spiritual energy will definitely be released."
The female disciple from the Holy Land looked at the crowd with a smile and said again:
"Who else is coming?"
But in my heart, I didn't find this result strange at all, or it would be strange if someone could really break it.
Immediately, there were sounds of surprise from the crowd, which was obviously a bit unbelievable!
"Look! It's a child cultivator from the Dao Sect!"