Being imprisoned here is tantamount to house arrest.
It just so happens that this moment of darkness is the time for revenge.
With his cultivation as a small star, he sneaked past the guards and entered the courtyard.
With the faint starlight, he searched for Xia Qingchen room by room.
When he searched for a door to no avail, he backed up and exited.
Suddenly, slight footsteps sounded behind him.
Wei Zehu's expression changed and he immediately turned around.
But it’s still a step too late!
A sack was placed over his head.
What followed were punches, kicks, and violent attacks that knocked Wei Zehu into a daze.
Finally, something unknown hit him hard on the forehead.
Under the heavy blow, he fainted with a groan of pain.
Around him, there were about a dozen boys and girls standing.
If Xia Qingchen were here, he would find that he knew most of them.
They were all a group of Holy Land disciples who broke into his mansion when they were members of the Xingyun Sect and were severely punished by him.
But the leader was a twenty-year-old young star warrior.
He held a blood-stained mace and spat at Wei Zehu, who was covered in a sack: "Who dares to humiliate me? You are seeking death!"
The boys and girls behind them all stopped.
A senior sister was a little worried: "Senior Brother Lin, is your attack too harsh? Although Xia Qingchen is hateful, you can't hit him like this. What if someone is killed?"
It turned out that they learned that Xia Qingchen came to the Holy Land and was imprisoned by Huoling Pavilion.
Find Senior Brother Lin immediately and come together to take revenge.
He just happened to find Wei Zehu in the house, and he was in the dark again, so he thought he was Xia Qingchen.
After all, this place is a detention center. Besides Xia Qingchen, who is under house arrest, who else would be here?
"What's wrong with this ungrateful thing?"
As he said that, Senior Brother Lin swung the mace and gave him another hard blow.
Wei Zehu, who was in a coma, groaned after being hit.
Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Holy Land clucked their tongues and urged: "Let's go quickly, someone is going to die."
The group of people immediately slipped away quietly.
The next morning.
There were shrill screams in the courtyard: "Ah! My Xingquan, what idiot destroyed my Xingquan!"
Brother Lin's last stick before leaving happened to hit him in the abdomen, destroying Xingquan...
At that time.
On a certain magical hill suspended in the air.
Chou Chou is flapping butterflies in the grass.
Without warning, he sneezed suddenly.
It stared wide-eyed and cursed: "You bitch, who is scolding me? Who is scolding me? Come out!"
In the pavilion on the side, Zhang Lianxing glared at it and made a gesture of silence: "Damn dog, be quiet, Xia Lang is copying scriptures!"
At this moment, Xia Qingchen was eloquently writing a Buddhist scripture.
After a cup of tea, he put down his pen.
"This is the "Lan Hai Ancient Sutra" that Jingyuan Zen Temple wants!" Xia Qingchen was speechless.
It turns out that Jingyuan Zen Temple is very dedicated to this sutra.
A visiting group of eminent monks was sent to the Holy Land to find Xia Qingchen to write scriptures.
The result was obvious. Xia Qingchen was not a disciple of the Holy Land at that time, so his search was fruitless.
Mr. Yan kept his caution and said that he might consider asking Xia Qingchen.
That's why there was a scene where he copied scriptures.
"Wonderful! How exquisite!" Mr. Yan has been pursuing ancient books all his life, and his eyesight is naturally extraordinary.
After just flipping through a few pages, I discovered the profoundness and mystery of this scripture.
"No wonder those old bald donkeys, who usually have a noble face, went crazy like dogs after smelling meat buns. It turned out to be because of this profound Buddhist scripture!"
Mr. Yan couldn't put it down, and he wouldn't be willing to leave it to Jingyuan Zen Temple like this!
"Okay, I'll go to Jingyuan Zen Temple right now, but they must bleed heavily, otherwise they won't be able to easily get this ancient Buddhist scripture!" Mr. Yan said with a chuckle.
There was an unfathomable meaning in his eyes.
Xia Qingchen smiled, stood up and said goodbye: "Since Mr. Yan still has something to do, I won't stay and say goodbye."
"Where to go?" Yan Lao said.
Xia Qingchen said helplessly: "Let's report to the Holy Land first and apply for a place to live."
Mr. Yan looked displeased: "Aren't you just saying this to slap me in the face?"
He threw a colored key to Xia Qingchen casually: "This spiritual island is yours! Really, as long as I'm here, will I let you live in those doghouses?"
Xia Qingchen was startled.
Although he is not yet clear about the high and low levels of residences in the Holy Land.
But this suspended spiritual island is definitely not something that a disciple can own.
"Senior, I'm afraid I don't have the right to live there," Xia Qingchen said.
Mr. Yan's eyes turned white: "I said yes, who dares to say no? Just by relying on this ancient scripture, it would cost more than ten spiritual islands!"
This is true!
"Okay, thank you for your kindness, senior." Xia Qingchen took the key.
The spirit island is a hundred feet high from the ground. Only by twisting the mechanism on the ground with a key can one descend the ladder from the spirit island.
"Okay, practice hard, I'll go find those old bald donkeys." Mr. Yan held the ancient scriptures in his hands and left with a smile on his face.
Wait for it to go away.
Qiu Chou came over with a displeased look on his face: "Master Chen, I don't want to live here."
"Why?" Xia Qingchen asked.
Qiuqiu was having a great time just now.
Qiuqiu raised his head and held out his chest: "The poor are not allowed to eat! I, Qiuqiu, am a dog with backbone and will never accept charity."
"Oh? Did Mr. Yan make you unhappy?" Xia Qingchen asked.
Qiuqiu said aggrievedly: "He just said that the dog smelled the meat buns. I felt his deep malice towards the dog!"
Zhang Lianxing said: "It's right in the first place? Dogs like meat buns, there's no problem."
Qiuqiu glared at her: "Smelly girl! What dogs like most is shit, shit, shit. I repeat important things three times!"
Xia Qingchen twitched the corner of his mouth and threw a pile of immortal trees on the ground.
"Okay, you go find a place on the ground to build a kennel, I won't let you stay." Xia Qingchen waved his hand.
How could it go down alone?
The dog's face immediately changed and he said: "Ahem, although I am a dog with backbone, I also know how to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens."
With that said, he picked up the sacred tree of immortality and built his own doghouse.
Xia Qingchen rolled her eyes at it and looked around.
The essence of Lingdao is about thirty times that of the outside world.
After practicing here for one month, he is sure to break through the nine vortexes of the Great Chen position.
However, before formal practice, you need to report to the Holy Land and receive an identity token.
"Lianxing, practice hard." Xia Qingchen said, "I'll go out for a while."
He followed the stairs and reached the ground.
Twist the key into the hole in the ground and the ladder will retract.
In this way, no one can board it unless they are birds.
But Lingdao is where the sect's venerables live. I believe that no disciple without a good eye would dare to ride a bird up there.
After some questioning, Xia Qingchen came to the comprehensive hall of the Holy Land.
It is not only a place for newcomers to report, but also a place where tasks are distributed, and a place where all kinds of information are exchanged.
You can even set up stalls here and trade items for each.
He came to the newcomer registration office.
Take out the letter from Nebula Sect and the identity token.