After half a month, we finally arrived at Jingyuan Zen Temple, also in the central region.
The Zen temple sits deep in the mountains.
The setting sun shines high and casts ripples of light, casting a holy glow over the ancient temple.
Everything was silent except for the distant sound of bells and chimes.
The artistic conception is distant and the Zen spirit is ethereal.
Xia Qingchen ordered Tian Ge to slowly go down to the foot of the mountain.
There is a pavilion there, and there is a stone tablet in the pavilion.
The three characters "Xia Ma Pavilion" are engraved on the stone tablet.
Dozens of mounts have stayed here, all with extraordinary cultivation.
When Tian Ge came down, they were trembling with fear and neighing in fear.
Tian Ge, on the other hand, dismissed them: "A bunch of scum."
Xia Qingchen's mouth twitched, this monster...
"Find a place to rest without attracting attention." Xia Qingchen said.
Tian Ge nodded and flew away proudly, looking for a pure place.
Xia Qingchen only needs to blow the whistle and it will come back.
Tian Ge just flew away.
Two galloping figures flashed over in succession to calm the frightened mounts.
One of them, a skinny eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy with a pockmarked face, shouted from a distance: "What just happened?"
His attitude was as if Xia Qingchen was a servant looking after their horses.
Xia Qingchen was too lazy to pay attention and walked up the mountain.
"I'm asking you, are you deaf or blind?" The pockmarked boy strode over and asked.
Xia Qingchen just glanced at him: "Get out!"
The pockmarked boy was extremely impulsive and was ready to take action as soon as he rolled up his sleeves.
On the other hand, the nineteen-year-old young man next to him looked at Xia Qingchen with a deep look, stopped the pockmarked young man, and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, are you also a member of Jingyuan Zen Temple?"
Xia Qingchen nodded slightly.
The latter looked around: "Your Excellency, are you coming here?"
Jingyuan Zen Temple is located deep in the mountains and forests. If you walk all the way, the journey is not only long, but also full of dangers.
But Xia Qingchen's body was spotless, so it was obvious that he must have a mount.
But, why is there no trace?
Xia Qingchen frowned slightly. Did he come over here and still want this person to control him?
"Sorry, I'm on my way." Xia Qingchen said calmly, bypassing them and preparing to go up the mountain.
However, a solemn voice came from an ancient tree.
Looking up, he saw a monk sitting cross-legged on a branch.
But its aura was so weak that Xia Qingchen only discovered it at this moment.
"Donor, please stay. We can't go up the mountain until tomorrow."
Xia Qingchen stopped, looked deeply at the monk, and slowly stepped back.
As soon as he stepped back, he felt a strong wind blowing behind him.
When he turned around, he saw that it was the pockmarked young man who punched his vest fiercely.
He was still swearing: "Damn you deaf man, I'll give you a punch from grandpa!"
Xia Qingchen hasn't turned around yet, so it should be difficult for her to resist.
But when facing an enemy, he doesn't necessarily need to turn around.
All energy returns to the clan!
He turned one hand in the air, picked up a boulder weighing a thousand kilograms not far away, and smashed it behind him at an extremely fast speed.
The pock-marked boy was caught off guard and was immediately knocked away by a sudden boulder weighing several kilograms.
There was a dull sound, and the pockmarked boy was shaken and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
He hit a tree trunk as thick as a man, almost breaking the tree.
His partner's face changed slightly, and he immediately stepped forward to check the injury. After confirming that there was nothing serious, he looked at Xia Qingchen with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Why do you have to be so ruthless?"
After hearing his accusation, Xia Qingchen said nothing, grabbed the air with his hands, and the two huge rocks flew over together.
The latter's expression changed slightly and he hurriedly used his skills to resist.
Even though he reacted, he was still pushed back by the huge boulder. His palms were torn with large pieces of skin, and blood flowed across them.
The two of them are just in the realm of Qixuan in the Great Chen position.
Although Xia Qingchen is the sixth vortex of the Great Chen position, with his strength, even the eight vortexes of the Great Chen position would have to stay away.
Of course he is no match for him.
"You are so presumptuous, why did you even attack me, an onlooker?" The young man with the frayed palms was shocked and angry.
Xia Qingchen regained his strength and said calmly: "He made a sneak attack, and you acquiesced! He was beaten, and you accused me of being too harsh! Now tell me, are you a bystander?"
It was this type of people that he disliked the most.
Pretending to be neutral, in fact, they are trying to be biased in private.
If you want to join forces, let's join forces. Why hide and pretend to be neutral!
"Where are you from? Do you dare to tell me your name?" the latter asked.
Xia Qingchen said coldly: "If I were you, get out immediately!"
He made a grabbing gesture with his palm, which frightened the two teenagers and immediately retreated.
In this way, Xia Qingchen's surroundings became peaceful.
He came to the pavilion, leaned against the stone tablet, closed his eyes and meditated.
A graceful swan call came.
Xia Qingchen raised his eyes and saw a huge swan monster flying towards him.
A person walked down from above and shook his head to himself: "Hey, Sister Yun is not very confident about me."
It turns out that Gong Liangyun stayed in a small city on the edge of the forest.
I don’t want to be alone with this person in the deep mountains and forests.
Just as he was talking, Leng Buding saw Xia Qingchen and raised a smile: "Brother, you also attend Jingyuan Zen Temple, right? I'm a disciple of Xingyun Sect's Holy Land, Lu Zhong."
Nebula Sect Holy Land?
Xia Qingchen stood up and took out his white stone.
Seeing this thing, Lu Zhong was startled: "Xia Qingchen, a low-level disciple of the Nebula Sect?"
He said in disbelief: "Why would the Nebula Sect send low-level disciples here?"
"The sect's arrangement." Xia Qingchen took back the token and said calmly.
Lu Zhong looked at Xia Qingchen suspiciously: "What is your cultivation level?"
He is the seventh vortex of the Great Chen position, so the Holy Land entrusted him with this precious qualification.
"Very average." Xia Qingchen said modestly.
Lu Zhong nodded thoughtfully: "That's right! You are a disciple of the mountain sect and a newcomer. How high can your cultivation be?"
The Holy Land calls the main branch of Xingyun Sect Shanmen.
There was quite a bit of contempt in the words.
"It seems that you came here because of your connections, right?" Lu Zhong said naturally.
He was no longer as polite as when he first met Xia Qingchen, and had a slightly condescending attitude.
Rely on relationships?
It shouldn't count, it was the reward he finally got for killing three ghost arhats.
Seeing that Xia Qingchen didn't speak, Lu Zhong just took it as his acquiescence.
No matter how low-level disciples join Jingyuan Zen Temple, they rely on connections to succeed.
"Forget it, since you and I both belong to the Nebula Sect, follow me next and let me protect you so that you won't be bullied." Lu Zhong waved and led Xia Qingchen onto a path.
Following the path, they came to a mountain village in a paradise.
These are villagers who fled here to escape the war.
The disciples who attended Jingyuan Zen Temple on this trip all settled in mountain villages.
"Go and communicate with the villagers, give some money, and free up two rooms." Lu Zhong gave instructions naturally.
It was as if Xia Qingchen should do these little things for him.
Xia Qingchen paused, then stepped forward.
Anyway, Lu Zhong didn't need to say anything, he would also find a place to stay.
Soon, Xia Qingchen negotiated for two vacant houses.
Just as he was about to move in, the man with the pockmarked face was supported by his accomplices and went inside to heal his injuries.