Although the monk Xian Tao was greedy for money, this small amount of money was no problem to Han Jiulin.
Han Jiulin nodded and said, "I wonder how far away we are from the territory of the original Jingtian Empire?"
Monk Xian Tao said: "This location is at the junction of the northern part of the original Jingtian Empire and the wild land of northern Xinjiang. It is still about 70,000 to 80,000 miles away from Yancheng, the original border city of the original Jingtian Empire."
Han Jiulin then asked: "Master Xiantao, I wonder what the origin of this Mingsheng Mountain is?
Are those Yun Clan and Shang Lingguan the ancient families and sects in the territory of the original Jingtian Empire?"
Monk Xian Tao said: "This Mingsheng Mountain is the tomb of the legendary Emperor Baisheng, and this Emperor Baisheng was an incredible figure. His cultivation during his lifetime is said to have reached the top of the world's quasi-gods."
Realm!"
"Not only that, this Emperor Baisheng also relied on his powerful cultivation in ancient times to completely unify the entire northern Xinjiang land and established a Baisheng Dynasty with a glorious history of tens of thousands of years!"
"It's just that since the death of Emperor Baisheng, his descendants have failed to live up to their expectations, so the Baisheng Dynasty, which had been extremely powerful for tens of thousands of years, fell apart like the tyrannical Jingtian Empire before."
"However, although Emperor Baisheng died, a Mingsheng Mountain that contained endless treasures suddenly appeared in the world soon after. It is said that this Mingsheng Mountain is the tomb of Emperor Baisheng."
"And this Mingsheng Mountain has sunk deep into the ground for a long time, but now for some unknown reason, this legendary Mingsheng Mountain has reappeared."
Han Jiulin said: "So that's it. Emperor Baisheng's experience during his lifetime was so glorious. No wonder those masters gathered here..."
Monk Xian Tao nodded deeply, and then replied: "Yes, the Yun Clan is a large family that has been inherited for nearly three thousand years in the original Jingtian Empire. Not only does it have a deep foundation, but there are countless masters in the family."
"As for Shangling Temple, it is a branch of Taoism in the original Jingtian Empire. It has been inherited for at least a thousand years, and now it is even more famous."
"And the original dynasty established by the Jingtian Empire only lasted for more than 800 years before it fell into ruin. In the final analysis, its foundation was too shallow and it was no match for these powerful clans and sects that had been passed down for thousands of years."
Han Jiulin said: "I see, but it does surprise me that there are Buddhist cultivators in the territory of the original Jingtian Empire."
Monk Xian Tao couldn't help but sighed deeply when he heard Han Jiulin's words, and then said:
"You don't know something about this benefactor. In fact, whether it was before the Jingtian Empire fell apart or now, the Taoist sect has always been the most powerful in this land."
"Although the poor monks were sent to spread Buddhist ideas, it is a pity that in that land there are people who worship Taoism. There is not much room for my Buddhist disciples. If they are bullied, they can only swallow it by themselves.
Bad breath."
"Donor, for the sake of your affinity with our Buddhist sect, why not buy this fragment of the map of the Mingsheng Mountain?"
Han Jiulin said: "It's not impossible to buy it, but I can only give out a hundred spirit stones at most. Counting the four questions I asked before, there are a total of five hundred spirit stones. I wonder what Master Xiantao wants?"
Monk Xian Tao scratched his bald forehead and hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily.
After Han Jiulin delivered the five hundred spirit stones, he threw the so-called map of the Mingsheng Mountain into the storage ring, and then immediately set out to follow the long black river upstream.
Now Han Jiulin just wants to find Yu Xuanyan as soon as possible, so naturally the matter of the Mingsheng Mountain has to be put aside.
After another half day of traveling, Han Jiulin suddenly saw a majestic and huge mountain shrouded in black mist. More and more human cultivators were stopping a hundred miles away from this huge mountain.
Even the sixteen huge spaceships stayed high in the sky, and many of the Yun Clan's disciples also arrived on the ground.
Han Jiulin originally flew at low altitude with his golden wings. After seeing so many human cultivators, he would not attract unnecessary attention, so he simply landed on the ground, intending to pretend that he was here just to join in the fun like the other casual cultivators.
Just as Han Jiulin continued to move towards the towering mountain, a thin man stopped him and then advised:
"Brother, before you go to the Mingsheng Mountain, don't act rashly! Although there are treasures in this Mingsheng Mountain, it also contains great dangers. Did you know that there are several people who have been there before?
The master of the King's Realm died there!"
Han Jiulin glanced at the thin man and saw that although his cultivation was mediocre, his eyes were quite clear. There was no malicious intent in blocking him. Instead, he warned him because he was worried about his own safety.
Han Jiulin slightly cupped his hands and responded to him: "I know that the front is dangerous, but even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, I must follow this long black river upstream and go forward, because there is still a friend of mine who has not escaped.
"
The thin man couldn't help but look surprised when he heard this, then looked at Han Jiulin and asked:
"Brother, are you kidding me? Do you know the origin of this black water river?
This is the legendary Netherworld Backwater River, and its source is the Mingsheng Mountain. Could it be that your friend is trapped in the Mingsheng Mountain?"
Han Jiulin frowned immediately after hearing this thin man's words, and then said:
"What did you say?
The source of this long black river is the Mingsheng Mountain?
How is this possible?
I obviously jumped into this long black river from a vast and endless black wilderness, and was hit all the way down..."
Before Han Jiulin finished speaking, countless laughter rang out around him.
I saw that almost all the cultivators nearby had more or less sarcastic smiles on their faces, and looking at Han Jiulin felt like looking at a funny clown.
"You said that you jumped into the Netherworld Backwater River and were washed downstream of the river, but now you are standing here fine. Could it be that you jumped out of the Netherworld Backwater River and escaped by yourself?"
A talented disciple of the Yun Clan in a white robe slowly walked out, looked at Han Jiulin and asked.
Han Jiulin said: "So what?"
As soon as Han Jiulin finished speaking, the genius disciple of the Yun Clan burst into laughter, and the people of the Yun Clan behind him also burst into laughter.
Under the guidance of these Yun Clan members, even some disciples from other ancient families and sects looked at Han Jiulin and laughed out loud.
"This kid seems to be quite smart, but why did he say something so funny? Could it be that he was just doing it for fun?"
"I'm afraid he doesn't know that the black water flowing in this Netherworld backwater river can be said to have entry and exit, death and no life. Even strong men who have entered the realm of saints will be swallowed up by the power of the black water, so he talks nonsense.
"
"This guy is too ridiculous. Before he brags, he doesn't first inquire about the origin of this Netherworld Backwater River. How can he just jump and escape whenever he wants?"