Chapter five hundred and ninety-two: meet the head
Looking down at the big city, millions of sentient beings, all like ants, are struggling to survive for the things in front of them. I used to be one of them, but these have little to do with Wu Yi now.
The so-called detachment of monks means that every step forward, they can distance themselves from countless people. There is no end to the realm, and the mountain is as high as the peak. I don’t know how to feel. Are you proud? Or is it lonely? I am afraid that only those who have reached that realm can have it.
Some experience.
After stopping for a moment, Wu Yi continued to go deeper. Next, there was the Yiqi Gate Mountain Gate. Once here, Wu Yi basically didn't have to worry about Ji Ying.
The interception and killing can only be done in the dark. On the surface, it is a betrayal. Ji Ying cannot argue with Yiqimen Dakai now.
People say people are more timid when they are close to the countryside, and Wu Yi is the same, especially the closer to the mountain gate, the slower the speed. How should I explain my decades of experience. I hope Bai Ze can arrange everything properly, Wu Yi
He secretly thought in his heart that at this moment, he could only place his hope on this.
The sect is right in front of you, full of fairy birds and animals, but it is like a mirage, so unreal and out of reach. You must pass through the mountain gate to enter the sect.
The mountain gate is hidden between the virtual and the real, and you need a disciple's talisman to see the door. Otherwise, even if you are right next to you, you will be blind.
After all, Wu Yi is also a true disciple, and he is naturally familiar with this matter. However, when he saw the brilliance in front of him, a door opened, and far more abundant ideas than the ordinary world emerged, allowing Wu Yi, who had been in Haiyan Prison for a long time, to
It felt like a world away, and I forgot to enter for a moment.
"Hey, you kid, you're finally back." However, a pulling force came from inside and pulled Wu Yi in forcefully.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was already inside the sect. He was downstairs at Bai Ze Wanshou. The person who spoke was not Bai Ze, but he still looked like a little lion, cute and cute.
"Yes, I'm finally back." The sect was so big that, except for Bai Ze, the others felt extremely strange to Wu Yi.
"We haven't seen each other for a few years, and you have broken into a baby. It seems that I made the right choice not to rescue you, or I had foresight." Bai Ze jumped on Wu Yi's head and pulled Wu Yi's hairband.
Chaotic, with a smug look on his face.
"What year? It's almost thirty years," Wu Yi said righteously. Suddenly he seemed to realize something and said angrily: "Okay! It turns out that you refused to save me and deliberately left me alone in that extremity."
To survive and perish alone is to be regarded as a teacher in vain!"
"Hey, first of all, I am not your master. Your master is in the west. Secondly, didn't I teach you a method? This is a secret that the sect does not teach. I taught it to you without asking the master.
You don't thank me, but you beat me up. It's like a dog biting Lu Dongbin, and you don't know a good heart." Bai Ze responded without showing any weakness.
"How about you give me back my magic method?"
"Okay, if you give me back the thirty years I spent and the energy I spent fighting those wild beasts over the past few decades, I will give you back."
"Little naughty boy," Bai Ze said with a smile.
Wu Yi replied: "Old fried dough sticks."
The two of them each snorted, like quarreling children.
Not a moment later, Bai Ze took the lead and said: "Don't stop others at the mountain gate. Business is more important. Since you have returned from the tribulation and your cultivation has improved so much, you must meet with the leader to clarify your name."
Wu Yi hummed lightly.
So, under the leadership of Bai Ze, Wu Yi came to His Highness Qingxu. The Qingxu Palace was floating in the mid-air. At first glance, it was extremely majestic. But when it was seen again, it looked like a slender dust. It could be as big or small as you wanted, just like a living being.
, pondering ideas.
In fact, the Qingxu Palace is also a Taoist weapon, but it is not a killing Taoist weapon. However, its function is much more important than that of a killing Taoist weapon. Just suppressing the spiritual points and refining the spiritual machine,
It can be said to be the most important treasure of the whole sect.
Under the Qingxu Palace is the mouth of a spiritual acupoint, which can be regarded as the largest spiritual acupoint in the vast world. Every moment, trillions of spiritual ideas gush out, which is astonishing.
Such a huge spiritual power is so violent that it can burst a person's life. Even the Supreme Master of Cave Heaven cannot practice here for a long time.
When the Qingxu Palace shrinks and grows, it is actually a process of containment and refining. With the refining of the Qingxu Palace, the originally violent spiritual energy becomes much gentler. Then, these gentle spiritual energy are distributed to all directions and become a qi gate.
The source of inspiration for thousands of disciples and elders in their daily practice.
Qingxu Palace is not a place for discussion. It is precisely because of its ability to refine spiritual energy that several generations of heads have chosen this place to discuss matters. Without any other, the status is too important.
This is Wu Yi's first time coming here. After all, this is already considered the core area. He was just a disciple before, so how could he be qualified to come here.
Even if the inner demon is in charge of a territory in the Bright Moon Realm, Wu Yi's heart swayed and he praised it when he saw the scene in front of him.
Bai Ze said to him: "I will go up and talk to the leader first, and I will let you know when the time comes. Don't run around."
"Disciple, don't worry." Why did Wu Yi feel like a child? Wu Yi complained inwardly.
After saying that, Bai Ze jumped up to the sky. When the spiritual energy of Qingxu Hall was rising and falling, he spotted the opportunity and plunged in. After that, there was no more, because Wu Yi couldn't see it.
However, Wu Yi did not let Wu Yi wait any longer. A ladder hung down, followed by a voice as gentle as jade, modest and calm, "Come up."
This voice seemed to be that of the master. Wu Yi listened, his eyes flickering, but he was not sure, so he stepped on the ladder and climbed up step by step.
There is no test in this ladder. If I have to say it, it is that the ladder does not shield the surging spiritual forces from all directions. The extremely dense spiritual forces want to penetrate into Wu Yi's body from every tiny pore. And in this way
The result was that Wu Yi's body was stretched to pieces, so it was a great test of his body control.
Five colors of glazed jade light appeared around Wu Yi, blocking the majestic spiritual power. After spending some effort, he arrived at the Qingxu Hall.
In the hall, there are more than a dozen clay statues, which are vivid and lifelike. Wu Yi has long heard from others that when Shang Zhen discusses things on weekdays, he will separate a consciousness and will not come in person, and these clay statues should be Shang Zhen.
This is their place of refuge.
At the front, there is a Taoist with profound bearing. His face is like that of a young man. He has handsome eyebrows and long eyes, and his eyes are like stars. He is dressed in a bright star robe, but it is not dazzling. Bai Ze is next to him,
Cross your legs and act like a fool.
Wu Yi knew the identity of the person in front of him, raised his hand and said: "Disciple Wu Yi, pay your respects to the master."