Chapter 713: We don’t know each other in person by chance
Searching and searching without any clue, Zhang Wenfeng wandered around in the forest of steles as silent as a mountain for who knows how long.
At the end, he didn't know what to do. He forgot the purpose of his trip and walked around in a hurry, as if he was having an endless dream. He couldn't find the exit and couldn't fly. At the end, he was so tired that he leaned on a steep stone monument to slow down.
He sat down slowly and fell asleep.
The mist surrounded me like thick cotton wool, covering the whole person tightly.
You Mengchang walked out of the rocky jungle, shook his head and whispered: "It's a pity, there used to be a small world with a long history in front of me, and it was the closest to her. You kid fell asleep. We didn't meet each other in person by chance, and there was no fate.
A portion."
A chuckle came from the depths of the Forest of Steles, and the mist condensed into crystal water droplets, which collided and made a sound like wind chimes.
"He has already been recognized by a small world. Fellow Daoist You, you brought him here to try out the opportunity. He is so greedy and I don't blame him. It is already his luck."
As the fog relaxed and changed, the scenery of the Forest of Steles receded, and the two of them appeared in a valley with a stone house at the foot of Jingshan Mountain.
The surroundings are still shrouded in clouds and mist, the trees are green, and the cold winter is not apparent.
You Meng said "uh" a few times and apologized: "I really don't know about this, and I never mentioned it, otherwise I wouldn't have taken him on the road through the forest of stone tablets. I'm sorry for offending the fairy!"
"It's not a crime to be ignorant, so it's okay. I'm bored in my leisure time, watching the younger generation Junyan pass the time. What's more, I also got an interesting calligraphy, which can add new brilliance to the scriptures in the forest of steles. It's an unexpected gain."
The woman's voice curled up and disappeared deep into the rocks, never to be heard again.
You Mengchang would not wait and watch in the valley. He walked out of the valley leisurely and became an ordinary-looking middle-aged man again.
The sky is bright outside, and countless monks are observing the stone walls of scriptures, bathing in the morning sunshine and blowing the gentle breeze from the mountain stream. Occasionally they scratch their heads and scratch their heads with something, and they hurriedly go down to find the stone house for retreat.
"Hey, a new scripture has appeared, 'Life is like a dream.' It's a stone-carved scripture with ancient meanings."
"Wow, there is also a line on the stone wall here, 'Quietness is the Righteousness of the World.' There is a signature on the left, 'Zhang Wenfeng'... It is Zhang Guanzhu, the number one master of our Da'an Dynasty. Who saw when Zhang Guanzhu carved the scripture?"
"It is said that this cliff ancient scripture wall is a huge magic weapon. The treasure has a spirit. Not just anyone can carve words on it. It must be approved by the ancient scripture wall. Otherwise, it will be harmful to itself. Every time you carve a word, you will be reduced to one.
level of cultivation."
"It's not that mysterious, right? I only have the cultivation level of Jianwei Realm, and can't I only carve two words?"
"You can fly close and try to carve some characters. If you can leave two words, it's your skill."
"I don't want to be fooled by you, destroy the stone wall and destroy the scriptures carved on stone by my predecessors. I don't have that many spiritual energy stones to compensate."
The originally quiet morning became as noisy as a vegetable market. The monks who were observing the scriptures from other directions all rushed to the southeast to check out the two new lines of scriptures that appeared.
Countless messengers were sent to various cities and sects.
In less than half a day, the new news about the stone inscriptions of Zhang Guanzhu, the Immortal Spirit Temple, appeared on the ancient sutra wall of Moya. The news spread throughout the Eastern Continent. Many fourth-level masters came to look for it and take a look to see if they could find the legendary opportunity.
You Mengchang admired his calligraphy for a long time. The calligraphy was really majestic. He only regretted not leaving a name on the stone. He glanced at Taoist Zhang's few serious ancient seals. They were just like that, not as good as his.
The words were written in one go, but the charming lady liked the new and disliked the old, so he had no choice.
Take advantage of the crowds to wander around and catch some daydreams.
You Mengchang went to another place again, and he didn't know where the enemy's descendants were hiding, so he had to work tirelessly to find them.
After a good sleep, Zhang Wenfeng opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep while sitting against a rock. The valley was secluded and the sun was dappled. He had put a bamboo hat on his head at some point. He saw someone walking out of the stone house in the valley and flying outside.
He stood up in a daze, without any protection around him, and Old Man You was nowhere to be found.
He felt as energetic as after a full sleep. When he checked his cultivation, he was stunned for a moment.
I don’t know how long I slept, but my cultivation has reached the perfection of the golden elixir realm.
A figure appeared, You Meng smiled and said: "You are the youngest one who left a message on the sutra wall, and you are also the one with the lowest cultivation level. Lady Sutra Mei has taken a special look at you, and in three months
, it’s a great deal to help you digest a cup of ‘Tian Ling Earth Liquid’.”
Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands in the air and followed You Mengchang out of the valley.
Pushing up the eaves of the bamboo hat, I saw more and more monks in the air above. There were also several disciples of the Immortal Spirit Temple inside. I wonder what they were joining in the fun?
"Why don't you fly over and take a look at the calligraphy you left on the sutra wall and enjoy the admiration of everyone?"
There was obvious jealousy and ill-intention in You Mengchang's voice.
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head firmly and refused, saying: "False fame is like a floating cloud to me. I won't waste any more time. Mr. You, let's get down to business. Let's continue on our way."
"You, a young Taoist priest, speak in an old-fashioned way, but I don't know what Madam Jing Mei appreciates about you?"
You Mengchang murmured, then changed the subject and asked in a low voice: "You have a treasure from the world? I have never heard you say it before, so I wasted a favor."
Zhang Wenfeng laughed and asked without denying: "Did Madam Mei see it?"
You Mengchang looked up and down and said: "It's strange, you have such little cultivation, how can you let the treasures of the small world recognize their owners? Could it be that the eighth-level master helped you..."
He did not want outsiders to hear the conversation he had with Taoist Zhang. Even if outsiders heard it, they would not be able to remember it.
Zhang Wenfeng looked back at the dark rocky mountain in the distance, and asked through a voice transmission: "Is the ancient Sutra wall on the cliff a small magic weapon of heaven and earth? Is Lady Sutra Charming a weapon spirit?"
After a conversation, he noticed the difference in the ancient sutra wall, so he made this guess.
"Yes, there is a small magical treasure of heaven and earth that dates back a long time. At that time, Lady Charming was too high-minded, and she always wanted to choose a young and handsome man who met her eyes to be the master. In fact, it was almost enough. Picking back and forth, it caused a lot of trouble back then.
A famous and great battle... Hey, the old flowers of the past have been brought to such a situation now, and they have been lonely and endured the cycle of reincarnation for thousands of years. I don’t know when it will end?"
You Mengchang was filled with emotion.
He and Lady Jingmei were both non-human beings, and they had some kind of friendship back then.
Zhang Wenfeng suggested in a low voice: "How about gathering all the young geniuses from various sects in the Eastern Continent..."
The first thing he thought of was the hundreds of disciples of Xianling Temple. What if Madam Sutra took a fancy to one of them? What a huge opportunity it would be to advance to the fourth level. Wouldn't the fifth level be as powerful as a broken bamboo?
You Mengchang said disdainfully: "You think you are picking Chinese cabbage?...Forget it, no matter what her business is, she has a long life anyway, and if she lives for another ten thousand years, she will just take a nap. I promised to send it to her a long time ago.
You have a small piece of heavenly and earthly equipment, but you originally wanted to sneak it out for fun, so you replaced it with a cliff-mounted ancient scripture wall to save my own piece, but you failed to live up to your expectations."
Zhang Wenfeng chuckled and said, "If you didn't mention this, I almost forgot that you were going to give me a valuable weapon. When are you going to take me to see my little world valuable weapon?"
You Mengchang was so depressed that he didn't want to pay attention to the Taoist priest and hurried on.
Alas, where are the descendants of the enemy hiding? It would make him happy to see a few of them pop up.
Spring came and went, and the two of them traveled to every corner of the Eastern Continent and saw many places of interest and historic sites dating back more than 5,000 years ago. Most of them were just piles of old soil, with not a few broken pieces of copper or metal left. You Meng sighed.