Fairy Spirit Temple, West Hall of Old Taoist Temple.
The mountain leader pinched the black jade chess piece with two fingers and gently landed on the chessboard with a "click" sound. He was calm and relaxed, showing the demeanor of a master.
Tu Kun, who was playing chess, held his chin and thought hard. The fly whisk he was holding in his arms also tilted to one side. After a while, he surrendered and shook his head and muttered: "Today we missed a chess piece. Let's regroup and fight again next time."
He dresses like a Taoist priest, chants sutras and does homework every day, and occasionally travels to other Taoist temples.
He would learn to dance, write, write, play chess, and plant flowers to cultivate his moral character. He would try any method that could sharpen and improve his state of mind.
Breaking through to the sixth level in the lower realm is a natural chasm for all monks.
Three people walked in from outside the door. Lezi, who was lagging behind, took a few steps forward and bowed: "Greetings to the master. Disciple greets the master."
Yang Shuilan bowed and said, "I have seen the earth protector", then stood up and greeted the mountain chief.
Yun Qiuhe was used to it, and he was not polite at all. He took Yang Shuilan and sat down, while he waited for Ying Miaogu who was standing aside to collect the chessboard pieces, arrange tea, and bring spiritual fruits and snacks.
The mountain chief took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and said: "They have a large number of people and entered the secret realm of Yanyuan under the sea. With their strength and Mr. You's ability to predict, there is no danger. At most, it will be delayed."
Some time."
Yanyuan Secret Realm, Shuling Mountains.
He grinned proudly.
Mo Shu became more and more polite and enthusiastic.
Lisheng Temple is the meaning of Mo Shu. Chen Qingqiao and Guifang refused on the grounds that it was contrary to the Tao. In the end, the benefit fell on Lu Zijin. Lu Zijin heard from the temple master and Old Man You that his
Cultivation is different, and eating some incense will help you break through in the future.
The mountain chief felt a little helpless in his heart. It happened that the monks from Nanyuan Continent had broken through to the sixth level early. Whether it was prejudice or wariness, he had a slight lack of goodwill towards the monks in that area.
"Ah... thank you so much."
Mo Shu, who flew out of the canyon, sneered: "Wan Lan, I remember that you originally set a time limit of twenty years, and there are still five years left. Why are you anxious? I will give you an explanation when the time comes."
Xiao Ni'er leaned on the rock on the hillside and yawned again.
Lu Zijin lowered his voice and said mysteriously.
"That's it, that's it, Mr. You, please come here."
Mo Shu accompanied the phantom of You Mengchang as he wandered around the already empty underground canyon. Only a million souls and ghost cultivators were left among the tens of millions, and they stayed behind to act as a cover. Ninety percent of them were absorbed into Zhang Guanzhu's town.
Soul Palace Ghost Realm.
"Their craftsmanship is a bit poor, but their sincerity is sincere. I can feel the incense they offer."
Xiao Ni'er snorted, "You're not a mountain god, so it would be weird to believe you. I heard the empress said that not just anyone can afford the incense..."
He has always believed that what comes and goes goes, no debt is owed to each other, and cause and effect are both clear.
…
"The master of the temple is a kind-hearted person. He can't bear to live on the mountain. In the end, more than 100,000 mortals and monks died and became dead souls. It's too cruel. He is trying to find a way to carve out a place in the small ghost realm to accommodate the mortals to survive for a short period of time.
, even if it’s three to five days.”
A shadow appeared in the sky, which was the manifestation of the weapon spirit, and shouted: "Mo Shu, don't think that having a few monks from other places to help you can delay the handing over of the treasure. My patience is limited. I ask you again, what do you want to do with the treasure?"
To hand it over or not to hand it over?”
"Fellow Daoist Mo, look at you, you are being polite again. I don't like that. Being able to safely send the last batch of descendants of Yanyuan Secret Realm to the Eastern Continent will be an immeasurable merit for you, me and everyone."
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Later, Yang Shuilan found out that she couldn't contact Xiao Ni'er who was playing in the sea area, so she asked the mountain chief to deduce it, and then she found out that Xiao Ni'er, Guifang Fudo and the temple owner went to the secret realm of Yanyuan together.
In recent years, three fifth-level masters, Chen Qingqiao, Lu Zijin, and Guifu Fudo, have provided support. The life of the mortals on the mountain has been much better than before. There are more white-haired old people in the mountain villages and caves, and there are more children waiting to be fed.
Dreaming is a long and heartfelt reminder.
Lu Zijin suddenly looked up, frowned, and muttered: "That guy is so bored, here he comes again."
Mo Shu was pleasantly surprised. He did not expect that he could leave the last batch of living humans to the Yanyuan Secret Realm and continue the bloodline of his descendants. Mr. Zhang was really the great benefactor of the Yanyuan Secret Realm.
Qiu Wen's promotion was like a pebble thrown into a pool of water, breaking the peace of Qing Ming's world.
You Mengchang said seemingly casually.
"You are so beautiful. I see that the blackened clay statue looks nothing like you."
"From what the temple master said, it's almost a success. It's quite expensive. You'll know when you go in and take a look in a few days. In the next few years, I'll tell the mortal monks on the mountain to prepare more dry food and prepare for a rainy day."
The mountain chief checked Feijian, arranged a few words with Gao Leng to let him go down, and then said to a few people: "Qiu Wen has indeed advanced to the sixth level, and he has become the number one person in the world here. I will send a message to Zhu right away.
Junior sister, tell her to be careful."
He also took out his flying sword and sent a message to Rong Shuzhi, Zhou Fushi, Master Fayuan and others from the Eastern Continent. He also informed Lu Yuanyuan and Gu Qingrong from the Vast Continent, asking them to send a message to Shi Qisheng from the Tianqian Continent.
Yang Shuilan came here today. In addition to hearing the news, she had other important things to do. She said, "I heard the news yesterday that Qiu Wen from Nanyuan Continent has been promoted to the sixth level. I wonder if the news is true or false?"
Mo Shu knew what he was doing, so he cupped his hands and said, "The grace of living will be rewarded heavily."
Lu Zi came in and bit a grass stem in his mouth, showing off to the little Ni'er who had woken up to get some air outside, and said: "I'll scare you if I tell you. They made a clay statue of me and put it on the shrine to enjoy the incense every day."
To offer sacrifices, well, how virtuous and capable is my son, that one day he will be respected by all the people."
Xiao Ni'er yawned, her demon consciousness swept away, and she deliberately squeezed in. She spent most of the time sleeping. Otherwise, with her trouble-making temperament, how could she be left with less fun things?
Soon, Gao Leng walked in, clasped his fists and saluted everyone, then took out a flying messenger sword and handed it to the mountain chief.
After fifteen years of expansion, Zhang Guanzhu's Little Ghost Domain has expanded to a hundred miles in radius, and the Little Ming River is about five feet wide, with two tributaries branching out.
Every three or two years, Yang Shuilan and Lezi would come and sit in the Fairy Spirit Contemplation and receive a "peace" from the mountain chief. They felt reassured in their hearts, Xiao Ni'er, they didn't leave a lifeline.
Tu Kun shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Unfortunately, it happened that the strength of our Immortal Spirit Temple was scattered."
He was worried that Qiu Wen, who had been dormant for more than a hundred years, would become restless due to the sudden expansion of his strength and cause some trouble. He heard from the temple master that Fang Bailan only had the power of one sword left, and he didn't know whether he could deal with the sixth level.
Qiu Wen of cultivation?
Guanzhu and You Lao went to find Lu Zijin who was in trouble, and Guanzhu Chen had been gone for ten years.
"There is no smoke without fire. I have arranged for people to go to Nanyuan Continent to inquire and verify. We should get accurate information today and tomorrow."
Of course, on the eve of leaving, he felt that he should enlighten Mo Laogui to show more sincerity. The temple owner wanted to make the merits perfect, but it did not prevent him from discussing business with Mo Laogui.
After more than ten years of seclusion and cultivation, he has recovered to the fifth level of cultivation, and his strength and confidence have returned at the same time.
Tu Kun on the opposite side looked out the door and whispered: "The deacon of the waiting hall is here, Gao Leng."
"You can't get away with it. You are hatching a plot to escape in five years. Don't think I don't know."
Qi Ling's cold words were like thunder hitting Mo Shu, and Lu Zijin, Chen Qingqiao and others below.
Several people felt bad at the same time.
The plan is not as good as the change. Maybe we need to act in advance. It seems that the spirit of the weapon is about to fall out.