Xiao Qian had to find a valid reason for coming to Wenxinhui.
Otherwise, this joint will be a little sensitive after all.
So when he learned that there was something strange happening in the Holy Land, he was very excited. Issues involving the Holy Land were naturally a big problem, and they naturally needed to be reported to Wen Xinhui.
The interests of many forces are closely related to the Wenxin Society, so for them, they absolutely do not want the Wenxin Society to collapse.
The concentration of spiritual energy has dropped? The worst thing is to set up a few more spiritual gathering arrays.
But if Wenxinhui collapses, the losses they will suffer will be too great.
Too big to be accepted.
Because many forces have become powerful because of their attachment to Wenxinhui, Xuanwu Village is a good example.
And the most important point is that there will be a holy land full of traces of saints in Wenxin. Entering it, the effect of enlightenment will be even better than that of the Divine Light.
This is so addictive.
Compared with this, the slight decrease in spiritual energy concentration is nothing at all.
Xiao Qianyou led Xiao Bailong to the holy land guarded by Xuanwu Village.
Along the way, Xiao Qianyou was also trying his best to explain things about the Holy Land.
"About after that battle, that is, three months ago, the holy land gradually changed, and the saint's imprint became more and more obvious, and even materialized." Xiao Qianyou said.
Xiao Bailong was quite surprised and surprised, and couldn't help but ponder: What is happening when the saint's brand materializes?
In fact, he doesn't know much about this.
But that didn't stop him from pretending to be calm and calm.
"Don't worry, maybe it's just the birth of the saint, which caused the activation of some residual power. It will be fine after a while." Xiao Bailong said lightly.
Xiao Bailong felt that he must look very handsome.
When faced with questions about saints, he can also point out the country at will and not just appreciate it at all.
Xiao Qianyou looked astonished: So that's it.
He now felt that maybe that was the case.
As expected, he is worthy of being a demon ancestor-level white dragon.
No wonder President Lin Xi has to abdicate in favor of someone new to him.
"By the way, how is Wenxinhui developing recently?" Xiao Bailong asked casually.
Xiao Qianyou said respectfully: "There are already one hundred and twenty-three allies, ninety of which are Xianjia sects, and the rest are some Xianmen families. We have been following President Lin's instructions and want to join Wenxin
All the forces in the society need to be screened at all levels."
"Well, not bad, the development is good." Xiao Bailong was elated.
It turns out that I already have so many subordinates.
Although their strength may not be that great, their numbers are large enough. Tens of thousands of monks can fly out at a single greeting. The formation is quite intimidating.
While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived in front of the mountain gate of Xuanwu Villa.
Since joining the Wenxin Society, Xuanwu Village's power expansion has never stopped.
Now the overall strength has increased tremendously.
Many elders also made breakthroughs. In addition to lacking a Half-Saint of their own, Xuanwu Village already has the qualifications to become a major sect.
"Master of the village." The disciples outside the mountain gate saluted one after another.
Xiao Qianyou nodded slightly, and then introduced Xiao Bailong: "This is President Long of the Wenxin Society, salute quickly."
The disciples of Xuanwu Manor naturally did not dare to ask any more questions after hearing this, and respectfully saluted cautiously, not daring to show any slightest indifference.
Xiao Bailong felt very satisfied and said enigmatically: "Take me to the Holy Land to see it."
"President, please come with me." Xiao Qianyou quickly led the little white dragon to fly to the Holy Land.
Soon the two of them arrived at the holy land that Xuanwu Village was responsible for guarding.
In fact, the earliest holy land in Xuanwu Village had the saint's brand taken away by Lin Xi. At this time, Lin Xi believed that Xuanwu Village was reliable, so he gave it to them to manage.
It was a secluded valley.
No one dares to touch anything inside.
Even a stone or a piece of grass may have some kind of imprint on it.
So holy places tend to remain the same.
There is a trickling stream, crystal clear to the bottom. After passing through the path in the green bamboo forest, you can see an ancient and decaying wooden bridge hanging over the stream.
This wooden bridge seems to be about to collapse at any time, after all, it has been there for such a long time.
But there seems to be a mysterious force that keeps it looking the same.
Of course, no one dares to try to see if it is really indestructible.
Passing the wooden bridge is a dilapidated wooden house with a creaking wooden door and a rough fence surrounding it. You can vaguely see the traces of living here.
"It's pretty well preserved," Xiao Bailong said to himself.
Xiao Qianyou whispered: "President Long, this is it. This should be the place where a certain ancient saint lived in his old age. There are many traces. But most of them are traces of life. This ancient saint seems to rarely use the power of the saint.
, so there are not many imprints available for enlightenment.”
"The traces of life seem to be that of a reclusive saint who is tired of worldly strife?" Xiao Bailong couldn't help but wonder in his mind: "Would such a saint actually leave any treasures in the cabin where he lives, waiting for future generations to discover.
"
Xiao Qianyou didn't know what Xiao Bailong was thinking, so he just continued: "Originally, these marks were very weak, but recently they have become more obvious for some unknown reason."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
Xiao Bailong said casually, and then concentrated the demon power in his eyes, with silver light shining in his eyes, and looked into the wooden house.
He actually clearly saw the figure of an old man with a hunchback.
The hunchbacked old man moved slowly in the wooden house. He looked so old that it was extremely difficult to get up and drink tea.
Xiao Bailong saw the hunchbacked old man sleeping and eating in the wooden house, holding the wood with his weathered hands and carving carefully, slowly but extremely seriously.
The old man would walk out of the hut every day, fetch water and wash rice by the stream for cooking, and then go around to the backyard to feed the chubby old hens, often showing a satisfied and happy smile.
Although he is old, he is happy and content with his life.
Looking at this kind of life, Xiao Bailong couldn't help but smile, feeling a bit of longing and desire in his heart.
"Wait, why am I laughing? Uncle Long doesn't like this kind of ordinary life." Xiao Bailong couldn't help but feel confused, and then he felt horrified in his heart.
Oops, I was affected by this brand!
Xiao Bailong quickly closed his eyes and eliminated the images in his mind.
When Xiao Qianyou saw Xiao Bailong's appearance, he naturally guessed that the other party had seen it, and whispered: "The imprint of a saint is too deep, and it will unconsciously affect the surrounding environment and people. Once you fall into the enlightenment, you are in danger of losing your mind.
.”
"This old man with a hunchback is actually a saint." Xiao Bailong couldn't believe it.
But the facts were before him.
The phantom he saw was definitely a saint.
It just seemed so ordinary that Xiao Bailong completely lost his vigilance.
"Is there anyone in Xuanwu Village who has fallen into deep trouble because of his enlightenment in the Holy Land?" Xiao Bailong turned to look at Xiao Qianyou.
Xiao Qianyou sighed helplessly: "Some elders are mentally disturbed, that's why I rushed to the Wenxin Meeting in such a hurry."
"Sure enough." Xiao Bailong thought to himself.
Even my own mind was affected.
Not to mention others.
But this is really interesting, the mark of the saint will become more and more profound.
"The Ancient Saint's methods are really unbelievable, but why is it like this?" The little white dragon's whole body bloomed with silver light, and a terrifying dragon soul mark slowly emerged from his chest.
This dragon soul is also a small white dragon, and it merges into nothingness in just a moment.
Xiao Bailong closed his eyes and carefully felt everything in the holy land.
Xiao Qianyou backed away cautiously, not daring to make any sound.
I'm afraid it will disturb Xiao Bailong's spellcasting.
If a problem suddenly arises in the Holy Land, it must have something to do with it. If it is ignored, it may develop into something very bad, or even lose the Holy Land.
The loss is not small.
How could Xiao Bailong just sit idly by?
At this moment, he was preparing to use his powerful dragon soul to forcefully touch the saint's brand.
"After all, it's just a brand. How strong can it be? I am a dragon soul in its prime." Xiao Bailong took control of the dragon soul without hesitation and entered the wooden house.
Follow the dragon soul into the wooden house.
The temperature in the wooden house seems to have dropped a bit.
At this moment, Xiao Bailong can feel the ancient saint's brand more intuitively.
This is not only good for enlightenment.
And you can also explore the weirdness of the saint's brand.
The hunchbacked old man who was eating leisurely in the wooden house suddenly raised his head and looked at the white dragon soul in front of him. A look of curiosity flashed across his wrinkled face. After hesitating for a while, he finally said: "Who are you?"
The dragon soul is shaken.
What a hell.
This is obviously a brand.
It's just a trace of the life left by a weird saint. Why can it communicate with itself? And it looks so lifelike, as if it were a real person.
"Who are you?" Xiao Bailong looked solemn.
The old man showed a simple smile: "You little dragon are so interesting, you came to my house and asked me who I am."
Xiao Bailong took a breath of air.
He is really communicating with himself.
Xiao Bailong stared at the old man, feeling cold in his heart: "Who are you?"
"Me?" The old man was very confused: "Can't you see, I'm just a lonely old man living in seclusion in the outside world, living in a dilapidated wooden house, with no worries and no children. Are you here to find someone? Then I'm afraid you
Wrong place to look."
"Looking for fault? Are you a lonely old man?" Xiao Bailong couldn't help it: "This is a holy land, you are just a brand, why do you have self-will?"
This weird thing is really confusing.
"Holy place..."
"brand......"
The hunchbacked old man began to be confused in his eyes. He looked down at his hands, as if he was thinking about something, but he frowned in distress.
He couldn't remember who he was.
I can't remember why I am here.
Why...should we always live here.
Why is it that when a dragon breaks into my home, I am not surprised or scared at all?
who I am?
The next moment, all the confusion in the old man's eyes dissipated, turning into a bottomless abyss, and an arrogant temperament looking down on the world was revealed.
His back is no longer hunched, his movements are no longer slow, and the wrinkles on his face slowly disappear.
The whole body was shrouded in the vast fairy light.
Like a majestic peak.
"There are thousands of people with thousands of faces, all over the world."
"Proud of the world, invincible forever"
"I am not a lonely old man who lives in seclusion."
"See eternal life in reincarnation and control life and death."
"I am...the Holy Lord of Samsara! Heavenly King Ce."
The tall and straight figure was bathed in fairy light, and the brilliant light tore through the sky, as if a terrifying god was resurrecting.