In the Penglai sea area, there are several famous holy places.
One of them is located at the edge of the core sea area. If the core sea area is drawn as a circle and the circle is marked as a clock with twelve o'clock due north as the clock, then it will probably be exactly close to three o'clock on the clock.
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It is an island about 400 miles from east to west and about 200 miles from north to south. It is long, narrow and high, surrounded by dangerous reefs. Except for a gentle port, the rest of the seaside are all steep cliffs. The steep rock walls are like
A sharp sword is pointed into the sea. At first glance, it does not look like an island, but like a fortress.
There are very high peaks on this island. For some reason, the local clouds are very low, so the upper levels of the peaks have penetrated into the clouds - this is one of the famous scenic spots in Penglai, called "Cloud Cliff".
Just by looking at the name, you can tell that this place is the oldest and most famous gate in Penglai, Yunya Mountain.
Guided by the divine light of Yunya Mountain, the speedboat Wu Jie was riding passed through the dangerous shoals and slowly approached the dock. On the boat, Wang Yuanzhen held the rudder with both hands. No matter how the undercurrent surged, the boat was always steady and steady.
A little shaking.
In the past, if he could sail the boat so smoothly, he would be very proud, and he would probably brag about Wu Rimin, who is a master and servant and a brother. But today, he was not in the mood to talk at all.
When the boat docked, he put down the rudder, carefully picked up the urn in front of him with both hands, and whispered: "Amin, didn't you often say before, 'It would be great if you could return to Yunya Island'...
…we’re home”
His voice was very calm, without any trembling or choking when he saw Wu Rimin's body a few days ago. His hands were also very stable, but when he jumped from the bow of the boat, he staggered slightly when he landed.
The figure flashed, and Wu Jie appeared beside him and supported him.
"You haven't slept in a few days, don't be too pushy."
"Thank you teacher, but the students are not tired yet." Wang Yuanzhen forced a smile and said to the two Yunyashan disciples who came over, "This is my teacher Zhi Feizhen, he has great supernatural powers - I guess you already know it, right?"
...Anyway, I will send Amin to be buried, so you can entertain him well."
The two were both golden elixir monks. They had a calm aura and were vaguely surrounded by the yin and yang energy. It was obvious that they had taken the path of alchemy. The two of them obviously knew about Wu Jie's murder of Lang Ziqing, the Venerable Dharma Prime Minister, in Penglai Hai City.
, the eyes looking at Wu Jie were full of awe.
"Brother Yuanzhen, please go and do your work first. We will entertain senior Zhifei well."
"Yes, your teacher is our teacher, don't worry"
Wang Yuanzhen was very familiar with the situation on the island. He didn't need anyone else to guide him and just flew away in the light. The two of them waited until he was far away before coming over to salute Wu Jie. As expected, it was the etiquette for disciples to pay respects to their master.
After the greetings, they led Wu Jie to the Guest House. But they didn't say anything along the way, and it was obvious that they felt a little heavy.
Although Wu Rimin always has a rigid face, he is very flexible in life and work, and he is easy-going and easy-going. He has a good relationship with his fellow disciples. Wang Yuanzhen lives in seclusion on an isolated island. He handles many matters related to the sect on his behalf and often comes to Yunya.
I work on the island, and I am very familiar with these welcome messengers, and they can be regarded as old friends.
"Two years ago, Amin came to deliver a message to Brother Yuanzhen. At that time, we drank and chatted together... I didn't expect that I would never see him again..."
"Don't say a few words. Everyone is feeling sad."
So the person who spoke first stopped talking, and the three of them walked for a long distance on the gravel road between the shades of trees, and finally arrived at the guest house next to a small lake.
"Senior Zhifei, there is another person in charge of this guesthouse - you see, he has received the news and is waiting at the door." The person who spoke first introduced, "We are responsible and have to return to the port, please forgive me.
I won’t accompany you anymore.”
After saying that, the two of them bowed and turned into light and left.
The person in charge of the guest house is Duanya Zhenren, one of the Yin Shen Zhenren in Yunya Mountain. This Zhenren looks about forty, with a slightly dark complexion. Both his figure and his hands are very thick. He can tell at a glance that he has extraordinary skills.
He was probably not the original person in charge of the guesthouse. He spoke very little, showed no dexterity at all, and looked very dull.
Wu Jie knew that this was probably a deliberate arrangement.
Before I came here, I wrote a letter to the master of Yunya Mountain, Wang Tieya. The things mentioned in the letter were quite shocking. It seems that Wang Tieya did not support this matter, so he was so cold.
"Forget it if you don't support it." Du Ruo said angrily, "If you hunt rabbits on New Year's Eve, you can celebrate the New Year with it, and you can celebrate the New Year without it. Without his support from Yunya Mountain, wouldn't the sky be falling? I actually think, Old
4. It’s very polite of you to come here to say hello.”
Of course, these words were said in the World of Heavenly Books. Since Du Ruo suffered a big loss last time, he has been determined to practice hard. He even secretly said that if his cultivation level is not improved, he will not leave the seclusion.
Of course, this "cultivation improvement" does not mean cultivating to become a spiritual god. The realm of spiritual gods is equivalent to the realm of heaven and humans as a monk, and is a level higher than the realm of Dharma. If she makes up her mind to become a spiritual god and then come out.
, I’m afraid I won’t leave again for hundreds of years.
According to Wu Jie's understanding of Du Ruo, although she can endure hardships and is patient, she is a person who likes to have fun. Not to mention anything else, the battle between Wu Jie and Lang Weiming in the future will make her honest in the world of the Book of Heaven.
Seriously, don't you go help deal with those Lang Weiming's men? How is this possible?
Probably, Du Ruo just needs to improve his cultivation level to be able to compete with the ordinary Yin Shen Daoist.
Of course, it also requires long-term hard training. According to Jasmine's estimation, even if she uses some harder methods to speed up her cultivation, it will still take her two or three years to improve her cultivation to that level.
"Think about it carefully, it was really a waste before," the housekeeper Moli said with regret, "Although the guy who should have taken down the body of the green wolf is dead, the essence and true energy in his body is still there. Let Sister Du
Absorbing them can improve your cultivation a lot."
"Can't you use source power to create that kind of thing?" The clone in Wu Jie's world of heavenly books looked at her with a half-smile, "Even if you can't create it, you can prick your finger yourself and get a drop of blood."
"My blood? No, no, no. My blood contains too much energy. Even a drop of it is extremely poisonous to her... If she reaches the peak of the spiritual realm in the future and wants to understand the great path and become a true spirit, she can.
Suck a little of my blood and feel the path I have chosen...you can use it as a reference."
This statement is really too far-fetched and can only be used as a reference.
Wu Jie lived in the Guest House, and there were two Yunyashan Jindan disciples, a man and a woman, as foremen, leading a team of more than 20 people to take care of his food and daily life, which made him quite uncomfortable.
Even when he was the leader of Qingyang Mountain in the past, he was not corrupt enough to prepare such a large formation for himself. Not to mention when he was in the Jianjia sect, he mostly lived alone in a quiet room with no one nearby.
Let the idle people come near. There is no need to talk about the waiter or anything like that.
Wu Jie knew that if he wanted to be a waiter, there would be countless golden elixir monks rushing to apply for the job, and the foundation-building monks would most likely fight to the death for such an opportunity.
But he really doesn't like it. He doesn't like serving others, and he doesn't like being served by others.
Therefore, he declined the waiters arranged by Yunya Mountain and lived alone in the Guest House. Apart from reading and practicing every day, he seemed very content with himself.
Wang Yuanzhen would come to see Wu Jie every day, but it could be seen that he also had very important things to do in Yunya Mountain, and he often left in a hurry without saying a few words.
Maybe...this was Wang Tieya's deliberate arrangement?
Wu Jie smiled slightly, with a calm expression, not the slightest bit impatient.
But just when he was living in Yunya Mountain, the entire Penglai sea area was already turbulent and undercurrents were stirring.
Lang Ziqing, the vice-president of the Immortals Association and one of the Six Great Dharma Masters, instigated his subordinates to commit crimes and seize treasures and kill people in Penglai Haishi, seriously violating the rules of Haishi.
Originally, even if this was the case, because of the power of the Immortal Association and the face of the old man Weiming, the real people in charge of Haishi might just pinch their noses and swallow their anger.
But Lang Ziqing was killed. He was killed by a real Yin Shen. He was killed by a single move of a real Yin Shen.
This incident not only lost the face of the Immortals Association, but also made the real people in charge of Haishi very uneasy. They didn't know how Weiming old man would handle this matter. Will he only seek revenge from Zhifei Zhenren?
Or will he vent his anger on the entire Hai City?
The result of the unknown old man's handling of the Penglai Sea City has not yet come out, but the situation of this battle has spread throughout Penglai. Except for some particularly remote places, almost every monk knows about the battle in the Sea City.
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Yunya Mountain is naturally no exception.
"Dad, what are you going to do?" Wang Yuanzhen looked at his adoptive father sitting in front of the desk, holding a tea cup in a daze, and couldn't help but sigh, "No matter what you plan to do, you should make a decision early."
"What else can we do? Our Yunya Mountain has always had a tradition of avoiding the world and knowing what is wrong. I personally agree with this, but we Yunya Mountain cannot destroy the tradition." Sitting opposite Wang Yuanzhen was Wang Tieya's biological son.
Wang Xingzheng, his appearance is quite similar to Wang Tieya, but he is a little less calm and a little more energetic.
But even though he was young and energetic, he did not dare to support the Yunya Sect in accepting Wu Jie's suggestion.
Because this matter is so amazing and so important
Wu Jie's letter stated that he hoped that the Yunya and Jianjia factions would form an alliance to jointly uphold the righteousness of Penglai and purify the atmosphere of the entire Penglai monk community, and eliminate the consequences caused by the perverse actions of the Immortals Association and the connivance of Lang Ziqing and others over the years.
All the smoky atmosphere in the world has been swept away, and Penglai has a bright and clear world.
"Honestly, I really want to agree." Wang Tieya sighed, "But this is a serious matter. If I'm not careful, I could be shattered into pieces. I'm old, so I'll die, but I can't risk the entire Yunya Mountain.
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"Teacher, he has great powers and will not seek death on his own."
"...Senior Weiming is also very powerful."
Wang Yuanzhen tried to persuade him for a long time, but his adoptive father refused to let go, so he could only say goodbye and leave sadly.
In the past few days, this is the fourth time he has come to persuade me.
After his two sons had left, Wang Tieya picked up Wu Jie's letter again, read it over and over, and sighed deeply.
