When he was satisfied with his meal, Yun Qiuhe carefully wiped the grease on his fingers and the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief to disperse the smoke and smoke from his body, and then accompanied Zhang Guanzhu to the Fangshi shop opposite for a leisurely stroll.
Fangshi did not go overseas until Zi, and the inner city is a city that never sleeps.
The flowers are bustling in the Golden Grotto, and the lights are on from midnight to dawn.
Zhang Wenfeng listened to Yun Qiuhe's introduction and walked around the streets. On the way, he walked into a large shop selling talismans and spent 5,000 spiritual energy stones to buy five communication flying swords. The communication runes on each flying sword can control
Twenty round trips.
What he purchased was the cheapest Flying Sword of Communication, which was activated with level 3 cultivation and used within ten thousand miles. If the runes were exhausted, he would have to spend spiritual energy stones to find a special rune master to redraw it.
After walking around for a while, it was almost late at night, and the two of them flew back to the inn to rest.
Zhang Wenfeng read the spiritual book for a while, then meditated and adjusted his breath.
Early the next morning, after doing their homework, they accompanied Yun Qiuhe to finish a simple breakfast. The two of them headed east out of the city, flew about a hundred miles, and arrived under the mountain gate of Chongtian Palace. The large sect that has been passed down for thousands of years is far from new.
The beauty of the immortal spirit can be compared.
The mountains are so high that they reach into the clouds, and there are dense ancient trees. Just the mountain gate in front of you is extraordinary.
Two cliffs with a height of more than 100 feet are facing each other like huge stone pillars. A towering gate tower with a width of 30 feet spans in the middle. The bluestone road stretches behind it. I don’t know how far away. The pavilions and pavilions are hidden among the flowers and trees. You can get a glimpse of the history of the large sect.
.
The Xianling Temple was built casually by Master Xuanmu back then, and he didn't pay much attention to the site selection and specifications.
From now on, we can only compare our achievements with these large sects. If there are immortals and spirits on high mountains, then there are spirits.
Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward to identify himself, and the three Taoist priests who guarded the gate quickly bowed their hands and saluted, saying that the sect master had an explanation, and asked Guanzhu Zhang and fellow Taoist Yun to wait a moment to allow them to explain.
After a while, a group of Taoist priests came from behind the mountain along the bluestone road.
Those who came were Wu Bingyuan, the head of the Chongtian Hall, and the deacon Zhike, followed by eight disciples from the Zhike Academy. They opened the main door according to the etiquette rules, followed the etiquette and asked questions meticulously, and welcomed the arrival of Guanzhu Zhang and Yun Qiuhe, their companions.
Wu Bingyuan was wearing a formal purple dress and red-patterned officiating robe, a lotus crown on his head, and a nine-light jade pendant hanging around his waist. He spoke politely, and entered the main entrance of the mountain gate with Zhang Guanzhu, and walked forward along the bluestone road. If he was a Jianwei Realm monk,
, there is no need for him to come forward in person.
We walked seven or eight miles, climbed over two mountains, and reached halfway up the highest mountain.
Overlooking the mountains below, with thin white mist floating everywhere, exotic flowers and plants, it’s a fairyland-like place.
Went into the Taoist Temple in the middle of the mountain to burn incense, and then went to the side hall to serve tea.
The aura on Chongtian Peak is particularly rich, clean and elegant, and it is rare to see anyone walking around.
Zhang Wenfeng showed standard Taoist etiquette, with a calm smile on his face, and discussed the art of spiritual cultivation with Wu Bingyuan, who was sitting upright. He knew that the other party wanted to compete, so he dealt with it calmly and unhurriedly. He had the demeanor of a spiritual cultivation master. He could not be called a big sect.
The sect leader looked down upon him, the master of a small Taoist temple.
Yun Qiuhe sat upright, saying nothing and not squinting.
Listening to the conversation between the two of them, she felt exhausted. There were too many rules in the large sect, and there were too many red tapes. Every word and deed was said and done. There were eight Taoist priests in the Jianwei Realm standing in the side hall, and they were silent.
The female disciple boiled water and poured tea. Her technique was pleasing to the eye.
After three rounds of tea, Wu Bingyuan said with a smile: "The auspicious time is coming, Master Zhang, please move to the back mountain spiritual garden."
"Master Wu, please!"
The two stood up to greet each other, walked out of the side hall and walked along the bluestone road towards the back mountain. Yun Qiuhe walked with Zhike Daochang, who had a warm smile. She could not move her skirt, did not show her teeth, and her expression was gentler than Yue Anyan's.
Lady.
When she entered a place with strict rules, she had to do as the Romans did. She had to pretend when it was time to pretend.
When she came here before, where could she see Wu Bingyuan, the great sect leader?
It would be inconvenient for acquaintances to appear on such occasions.
The group came to the back mountain spiritual garden and walked into the courtyard gate protected by a large array. The spiritual energy inside hit their faces, like light smoke and fine mist, flowing slowly. In the hazy smoke, there was an ancient tree with branches and leaves spread hundreds of feet. The wood energy
Like water.
Wu Bingyuan apologized to Zhang Wenfeng and said: "The spiritual garden is such an important place, please be patient with Master Zhang."
Zhang Wenfeng saw Sect Master Wu glance at Yun Qiuhe behind him. Others, including Taoist Master Zhike, stood far away and understood what Sect Master Wu meant.
Yun Qiuhe has already spoken: "Master, I am chatting with Taoist Song outside the door, so I don't want to disturb your business."
Taoist priest Zhike smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist Yun is knowledgeable and well-informed. I and I will ask for more advice."
Zhang Wenfeng still had a smile on his face, extended his hand to invite him, and walked into the courtyard gate with Sect Master Wu. Inside, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a short robe came forward to salute, and accompanied him to the front of the ancient tree fence.
"Zhang Guanzhu, please let go and do something!"
"It's embarrassing."
This was the first time Zhang Wenfeng saw a huge and rugged old tree like a hill. It seemed to be overwhelmed. The short trunk of the old tree split from the middle. The branches dragged to the ground on both sides acted as a support, forming several arch-like structures.
tree hole.
He raised his head along the fence and took a closer look. When he opened the courtyard door, he noticed that the ancient trees were dim and exuding the lifeless energy of death. It was as if the ancient trees were spreading their power between heaven and earth, but more slowly.
, it’s not easy for people who don’t know how to do it.
He had experienced the original Gu Yushu San Gong and had a similar experience.
Looking around, he wondered why this red tree with a life span of more than 5,000 years did not give birth to Jingmei? He saw no trace of Jingmei.
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"Master Wu, please allow me to investigate. The vitality of the ancient Zhu Mu tree is abnormally drained."
"Open the fence, Zhang Guanzhu is a master of spiritual planting."
Wu Bingyuan ordered the Taoist priest who was guarding the spiritual garden. Experts would stretch out their hands to see if there was any. He communicated with Guanzhu Zhang for a while, and it was quite satisfactory. He was able to tell that the loss of vitality in Zhu Mu was abnormal. He was a knowledgeable person.
Zhang Wenfeng walked into the gate of the fence formation opened by the middle-aged Taoist priest with a jade pendant. At the Taoist priest's signal, he put his hand on the dark brown branch that stretched out in front of him. He closed his eyes slightly and recited the scriptures silently to calm himself down.
Use your own wood energy to slowly cover the cold branches, and slowly feel the subtle fluctuations of the ancient tree.
During his several years at the Bishui Pond Paradise, he did most of the reciting of sutras and sword practice underwater, and the second most of all was communicating with various trees.
He had some experience with this. Trees are aware, and their fluctuations in emotions and emotions are not complicated, but communication is difficult. Trees are slow and disdain to pay attention to information from the outside world.
After a while, he noticed a subtle sadness in the ancient tree.
No matter how he used the wood energy to "call" the ancient tree, he did not get any response. The old tree seemed to be... dying.
But when he got here, no matter what, he had to try his own methods.
What if luck turns around?
Through Jin Qiaoyan, I learned that the reward offered by Chongtian Palace is quite sincere. If the ancient tree is saved, 10% of the red fruits produced by the ancient tree will be profited until the spiritual energy ebbs. In addition, nine third-level materials and
Three fourth-level materials will be given to a shop in Chengfang City, Xiazhou.
Everything is drool-worthy, not to mention such a huge reward.
There must be brave men under the heavy reward. In addition to the Da'an Dynasty, the Confucianists of the Daying Dynasty in the east, the Taoists of the Dayi Dynasty in the northeast, and the Buddhists of the Daliang Dynasty in the west all sent people to try, but unfortunately no one has been able to do so.
Zhang Wenfeng let go of his right hand, walked out of the fence, and said to Wu Bingyuan: "I have a vitality-nourishing wood method. I will use it on the open space first. If Sect Master Wu feels that it will not damage the ancient tree, I will try it on the trunks, branches and leaves.
What do Wu Zong think?"
Chongtian Temple valued this tree too much, so he had to be cautious.
I would rather not earn any reward, but first establish myself in an invincible position.
Wu Bingyuan had a smile on his face. He had a very good impression of this young Guanzhu who had risen to fame. His willingness to think for others alone made him worth making friends with. He said, "Thank you, Guanzhu Zhang, for your understanding. Please!"
Zhang Wenfeng pretended to make gestures with his hands according to the Lingzhi hand techniques he had learned these days, seemingly but not. As soon as he clicked, he shouted softly: "Get up!" It was impossible for him to pretend to be a third-level expert and use Demu without concealment.
Magical powers.
A ball of green mist three feet in size suddenly appeared in the sky, slowly hovering.
Green light flashes slightly, full of mysterious vitality.
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