With a scornful smile on his face, Xie Wenlun squatted down, dug a hole, and buried the pearl.
At noon on the third day, Xie Wenlun went to the teahouse again, and the gentleman in white was drinking tea by the window as usual.
Xie Wenlun said happily: "I have already buried the treasure, what is the third thing?"
The scholar in white said, "I've thought about this third thing, but I can't let you do it."
Xie Wenlun was puzzled: "Why?"
The scholar in white said, "I'm afraid you'll take my things and run away."
Xie Wenlun waved his hand: "That's impossible."
"I have already arranged for someone to handle the third thing. Don't worry, your hundred years of cultivation will be indispensable after it is accomplished. Now, let's just wait and see what happens."
Xie Wenlun nodded with a sinister smile, turned around and left.
At Shiyueguan, the night Xie Wenlun buried the treasure in Taimeng Mountain, Master Yinghua discovered it in Dingzhong. In the morning, he called Song Anfu and said, "Go to Xingcang Town and take a trip to Taimeng Mountain.
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Song Anfu was confused: "What are you going to do?"
Master Yinghua said: "I noticed a treasure was born in Dingzhong last night, and I suspect that the Yunyang Sect is doing something here. You go and investigate, and don't alert the snake."
Song Anfu took the order and went to Taimeng Mountain. He stood at the foot of the mountain and looked towards the top of the mountain. A red light rose into the sky. He couldn't help feeling disgusted: "It is indeed the Yunyang Sect!"
But when they came up the mountain, they didn't see a single person from the Yunyang Sect. They couldn't help but wonder: "Did this thing grow out of the soil on its own?"
Song Anfu practiced the art of water movement and didn't know much about fire movement. When he came to the top of the mountain, he felt extremely hot and couldn't figure out what was going on. He walked around the mountain and then went down the mountain.
Returning to the sect, Song Anfu went to the leader to report: "There are indeed fire-moving things on the mountain, and the flames are soaring into the sky. It seems that people from the Yunyang sect have indeed been here."
Master Yinghua squinted and asked, "Have you seen the Yunyang sect's people?"
Although Song Anfu had been looking forward to a fight between Shiyue Guan and Yunyang Sect all day long, he did not dare to lie and said: "I didn't see anyone, but how could there be an extra treasure for no reason?
I think it has something to do with the Yunyang sect."
Master Yinghua shook his head: "Not necessarily, maybe he was born with it."
Song Anfu asked: "What should we do?"
Master Yinghua closed his eyes: "Things that are created by the heaven and the earth must have their own reason for being born. Just leave it there and ignore it."
Song Anfu hurriedly turned his back on him: "Master, this thing is of no use to us, but it is useful to the Yunyang Sect. Keep it. If they take it away, it may be detrimental to us. I think I might as well go there again."
Just dig that thing out and destroy it."
Master Yinghua refused: "Cultivation of the Tao is self-realization, how can it cut off other people's wisdom roots?
Please step back."
Seeing that Song Anfu couldn't say anything, he had no choice but to retreat.
On the Yunyang sect's side, Master Chongxiang also noticed something unusual. That morning, he called Wu Bingjie and said, "Go to Kangtai Town for a trip to Fengshan Mountain."
Wu Bingjie asked: "What are you going to do?"
Master Chongxiang said: "I was focused last night and noticed that something with the water movement appeared here. Go and have a look. Be careful. If you meet someone who is watching the moon, don't be brave."
Wu Bingjie followed the order and came to Fengshan Mountain in Kangtai Town. It was also an inconspicuous hill, only a few dozen feet high. The mountain was gentle and the grass was green.
When she arrived at the foot of the mountain, Wu Bingjie opened her Dharma eyes and looked up. She saw that the top of the mountain was filled with clouds and water, which was indeed extraordinary.
She couldn't help but be wary: "Could it be that Song Anfu is setting up a formation here to plot against me?"
Thinking of this, Wu Bingjie couldn't help but look stern. She walked around the mountain and found no clues, so she quietly climbed to the top of the mountain.
When I came to the mountain, I looked around and saw that there was no one there. Then I used my Dharma eyes to look at it. It seemed that the condensed water energy was buried in the soil, but I couldn't see it clearly.
Wu Bingjie practiced the fire method and didn't know much about water-moving objects. After looking at it for a while, she went down the mountain.
Returning to the sect, Wu Bingjie went to find Master Chongxiang and said, "Master, I have gone to see it. There is indeed a water-moving object buried in the soil on the mountain."
Zhenren Chongxiang was puzzled: "Fengshui is like mountain climbing, so how can something natural suddenly appear?"
Wu Bingjie shook her head: "I don't know, disciple. Why don't you ask Elder Lin from the Lingquan Sect to come and have a look? Their Lingquan Sect knows more about things that move with water than we do."
Master Chongxiang waved his hand: "No need, since it was born, let it be there."
The two factions had a tacit understanding and turned a blind eye to the treasure that suddenly appeared at their doorstep.
However, these two treasures have high magical power and are gradually discovered by other sects.
That night, two groups of uninvited guests came to Taimeng Mountain in Xingcang Town.
Both groups of people were Taoist priests, one group wearing black robes and the other group wearing gray robes, each surrounded by an old man.
The black-robed Taoist is Guang Qizi of the Danyang sect and his five disciples, named Tian Mingzhi, Zhao Honghou, Song Zimo, Ma Jiayu, and Jiang Anbang.
The gray-robed Taoist is Ziyun Pavilion Chong Yangzi, and his disciples Wu Qifu, Huang Weizhao, Fang Ruicheng, Yang Jiasheng, Liu Yuanhua and Yu Yongan.
The two sects are both fire-eating, but they have always been at odds because they need the same spiritual resources and compete with each other. When they heard that a fire-element was born here, they naturally rushed over as soon as possible, but they didn't expect that they would meet in a narrow road.
Guang Qizi shouted loudly: "First come, first served. I came first. You people from Ziyun Pavilion, please get out of your way!"
He smiled fiercely at Yangzi, but naturally refused: "First come, first served?
I came yesterday, and it’s you who should get out of the way!”
Tian Mingzhi, Guangqizi's eldest disciple, shouted sharply: "You came yesterday?
Why didn’t you take the one that came yesterday?”
Chong Yangzi grinned: "Do I, Ziyun Pavilion, have to explain everything to your Danyang sect?"
Guang Qizi's mouth twisted: "Since we don't want to give in, then come up and fight to the death with me to determine the outcome. Whoever wins will take this thing away!"
"I think so too!"
He raised his head and smiled at Yangzi.
Wu Qifu, Chongyangzi's eldest disciple, was the first to rush out with the Burning Sea Cauldron in his hand, pointing at Tian Ming and saying, "You, come out and die!"
Tian Mingzhi, knowing that he was also a disciple, showed the Immortal Scroll and said: "Seeking death!"
Wu Qifu smashed the Burning Sea Cauldron onto Tian Mingzhi, and Tian Mingzhi opened the Immortal Scroll. The scroll was filled with flames, and the Burning Sea Cauldron was involved in it, melting into molten iron.
After seeing through the Burning Sea Cauldron, Tian Mingzhi smiled proudly: "Your skills at Ziyun Pavilion have not improved much over the years!"
Wu Qifu was furious, took out the Muyun pen again, and shouted loudly: "Watch the move!"
The Muyun pen swept through the air, sweeping out many rosy clouds, which fell onto the immortal scroll, which burned into ashes with a roar.
When Wu Qifu saw this, he did not stop. The rays of light swept over Tian Mingzhi's body. Tian Mingzhi's eyes widened and turned into ashes.
"Big brother!"
Zhao Honghou, Song Zimo and others cried out in pain.
Guangqizi stared, gritted his teeth, and cursed: "Damn it!"
The red lotus pestle in his hand flew towards Wu Qifu, who was still smiling proudly, not wanting to hit the door and die.
In an instant, two lives were lost, and the top disciples of both sects died. Chong Yangzi also got angry and beat the Zihong Bell towards Guangqizi.