"I, I, I, she..." Liang Xiaoyu was stunned by the ancestor's sudden exclamation.
"Oh, I have lost my temper, please continue." Ancestor Jiahe quickly regained his composure and said softly.
His voice was like magic, and the girl suddenly felt a warm current flowing through her body, her mind calmed down, as if she had returned to the state of neither sadness nor happiness during her usual meditation practice.
"The voice said her name was Mrs. Wuxiang. She didn't introduce when she was from there. It just said that she was harmed by others and her realm fell. She had to escape here and died of serious injuries..."
"She asked me what my name was and which sect she belonged to, and I told her everything. Then she asked me to collect her remains and bury her outside in a grassland full of flowers, and watch the sunrise every day. Sunset. She doesn’t like it here very much. It’s too deep, too quiet, and alone..."
"I agreed. So she taught me a technique called Wuxiang Jie Finger, in return..."
"You give me a show." Jiahe ordered. During the afternoon finals, he had noticed the girl's trick, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.
Liang Xiaoyu did not dare to neglect, and demonstrated the entire process of this move meticulously, from the starting position, to gathering the spirit, to the final point, without reservation.
Ancestor Jiahe stared at the entire process, nodded slightly, and made no comments. He just waved his hand and motioned for the girl to continue.
"I followed her instructions, took out a piece of fine silk cloth, and carefully wrapped the bones. When I was about to put it in the ring, the woman saw that I was serious about my work and didn't look like I was trying to deceive her, so she told me , There is a treasure hidden seven feet below her body, which is the Panshi Sutra..."
Jiahe said "hmm" and suddenly said: "Have you ever touched the relic with your hands?"
"When the disciple wrapped it in silk, his fingers would touch it from time to time."
"How does it feel?"
"This..." Liang Xiaoyu recalled: "There was a thick layer of dust on the skeleton. After the disciple used the dust purification technique to remove it, it can be seen that its body is white, as bright as jade, and there is a clear sound when touched, like gold. Like jade. And, very hard.”
Like gold or jade, the voice is clear and clear. This is the characteristic of the monk who transforms into gods. More than 10% of the body of the True God Transformation Lord is that of a fairy spirit. The bones are extremely hard and will not decay after thousands of years. Mrs. Wuxiang's cultivation level was similar to his back then. Even if her realm fell, the bones she cultivated usually would not deteriorate with it.
It can be said that if you had not witnessed the transformation of the true master of the gods with your own eyes, you would never be able to describe it so thoroughly.
So, these words are all true?
Jiahe remained calm on the surface and motioned for the other party to continue.
"I took out a weapon and dug seven feet into the ground. Sure enough, I saw a disk-shaped object. If you don't distinguish it carefully, it is almost exactly the same as the rocks in the ground. The woman said that the treasure is self-taught. Without her guidance, , there is absolutely no way we can find this thing..."
"Later, the residual thoughts slowly dissipated. My mana had recovered by then, and after a while, I finally found the way back and crawled out of the hole..."
"I found a sunny hillside in the secret realm, used my sword to chop out a coffin from the nearby woods, then transplanted some flowers from the surrounding area, and buried the skeleton in the soil..."
"After leaving the secret realm, I told the elders of the clan everything that happened, and I also contributed the Panshi Jing. The clan recorded a great merit for me, and also rewarded me with some of the best elixirs to help me cultivate. Rapid progress..."
"Why not bury the remains outside?" Jiahe asked.
"This is the senior's will. In fact, the senior also said not to mention her name to outsiders. However, today, when the ancestor asked me, the disciple did not dare to hide anything." Liang Xiaoyu explained .
"Can I still enter the Jiashan Secret Realm?"
"Reporting to the Patriarch, the secret realm of Jiashan can only be opened once every twenty years. Now it is expected that the next time it will be opened, there are still twelve years. If you enter by force, the secret realm may be in danger of collapse." Liang Guozheng replied.
"Oh." Ancestor Jiahe smiled noncommittally, making people confused about his thoughts for a moment.
He knew Mrs. Wuxiang. The two belonged to the same era and even had a close relationship.
Mrs. Wuxiang is a great elder of a mid-level sect. She is naturally beautiful and elegant. She is famous in the world of immortality and has a rich family fortune. Since the death of the previous Taoist monk, he has often received courtship messages from monks from all over the world.
Ancestor Jiahe was not yet a thousand years old at that time, but he was already a true god incarnation, and he was considered outstanding among his peers. Of course he had also heard of Wu Xiang's reputation, and had even gone to the other side's sect to ask for an audience. Unfortunately, Mrs. Wuxiang was in seclusion at that time, and her trustee replied to his letter, arranged for a meeting, and also gave him a batch of valuable gifts, which was very favorable to him.
Unfortunately, there will soon be a war in the Jade Realm. Jiahe luckily escaped, and when he came out to look for Mrs. Wuxiang, he received the news that the woman had been injured by Huang Ji and her whereabouts were unknown.
I didn't expect to hear about this woman's whereabouts three thousand years later. It's a pity that God was jealous of beauty. The once peerless beauty ended up dying miserably in an underground cave. It's really sad.
Naturally, he would not talk about these past events to the people in front of him. What's more, courting a widow is actually about her property, which is not a glorious thing.
Although I have never met Wu Xiang in person, I heard that this woman has an exquisite fingering technique. Although this formless calamity finger is only a foundation-building version, the subtleties in it are definitely not something that these monks can create today. They should undoubtedly be passed down from ancient times.
All of these, including the name Wuxiang, are not something that a small cultivator of foundation building, or a sect country like Liang that emerged after the catastrophe, could know.
In this way, the little girl's story should be quite credible.
However, Jiahe has always been very thoughtful, in other words, he is suspicious by nature, so how can he believe it so easily?
"Come here." He waved to the girl.
Liang Xiaoyu raised his head in confusion, but the two envoys suddenly understood. Master Yao pursed his lips and said, "Ancestor, Xiaoyu, she is extremely talented..."
"Hmph!" Jiahe snorted heavily, with a hint of impatience on his face: "Are you questioning my methods?"
"Disciple, you made a mistake!" Master Yao said in a long tone, not daring to say anything more.
At this time, Liang Xiaoyu also woke up, his pretty face was pale, and he looked at the two junior high school seniors as if asking for help. Master Yao lowered his head, not daring to look at the girl, which forced a smile on his face and urged:
"Go quickly! The Patriarch has an order, why don't you hurry up?"
Liang Xiaoyu looked desperate, knowing that with his own cultivation level, he had no way to resist such things, so he had no choice but to follow his words and come to Jiahe.
A vigorous and powerful palm touched the girl's white forehead.
Search for souls!
It's soul searching. At worst, his memory will be damaged, his talent will be damaged, at worst, he will become an idiot, and even go crazy searching for souls on the spot!
The dense white mist instantly covered the joint between the palm and the forehead, and the place soon became chaotic, with faint black smoke flowing back and forth.
The girl fainted.
After half an hour, Jiahe retracted his palm and signaled Liang Guo and the others to carry the unconscious girl away. Then he looked at the sky and thought for a long time.
The discovery in the Consciousness Sea is almost exactly the same as Liang Xiaoyu’s story, without any concealment or fabrication.
"Whose idea was it to win the first place in the competition and exchange the Panshi Sutra for me to figure out the whereabouts of Liang Xiaoyu's relics?" He asked coldly.
The two envoys looked at each other, and the envoy shrank and said: "Reporting to the ancestor, this is the consistent decision of the elders of our Liang Kingdom."
"Haha, so, in your Liang country, how many people know about this matter?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah."
"Bang!" A high-grade incense burner in front of the bed suddenly collapsed, and gravel flew everywhere. Several pieces scratched across the cheeks of the two men, leaving traces of blood in an instant, and blood trickled down.
The two of them were motionless, not daring to breathe.
"It seems that the person made arrangements in advance after hearing about this matter." Jiahe guessed in his mind.
This conclusion made him furious. These people below actually regarded his good deeds as a plan, and the final result was that he lost his valuable treasure without knowing it, and suffered heavy losses!
These ants are so ignorant!
hateful!
Should be killed!
but……
An important reason why Ancestor Jiahe can live to this day, especially after enduring great catastrophes, is that he is very tolerant.
Plan and then decide.
Now that things are like this, there is no point in venting. The serious question is how to remedy it.
In fact, as long as the big things in half a year can go smoothly, Wanxuan Pagoda will be lost if it is lost.
Compared with the Great Dao Immortality, he can afford to give up just a magic weapon!
Then, take advantage of these ants!
"Yunxiao Sect has snatched Liang Xiaoyu's relics. What are your plans, Liang Kingdom?" he asked slowly.
The two envoys had been frightened for most of the day. They were already soaked with sweat, and they did not dare to use magic to remove it. In the midst of fear, they suddenly heard their ancestor talking about other things. It was as if they had been granted an amnesty.
The envoy immediately replied:
"Disciples all rely on their ancestors to make decisions."
"Bang!" A piece of debris bounced off the ground and hit the commander's forehead, leaving a blood hole as thick as a finger on the bloody face.
"Ah——" Zhengzhi screamed.
However, the ancestor obviously spared his hand. The injury looked terrible, but it was not fatal.
"Be the master, be the master," Jiahe said angrily: "Do you want me to be the master of everything? Don't you yourselves have any opinions?"
"Could it be that you, the Liang Kingdom, only know how to make plans? If your things are taken away, you will only ask someone to make the decision?"
"Do you still have any backbone?"
A scolding.
"Everyone in the Liang Kingdom must give an explanation to the Yunxiao Sect!" the envoy said fiercely.
After being beaten and scolded, he finally got the idea.
"What if Yunxiao Sect denies it?"
"Then..." Zhengshi gritted his teeth and said resolutely: "Then we will fight to the death!"
"We, the Liang Kingdom, will go to the Yunxiao Peak to demand justice from the Yanxiling Mausoleum even if we come out in full force!"
Looking at the impassioned envoy, Patriarch Jiahe was expressionless and noncommittal.
However, deep in the eyes, a sneer finally appeared, and there was a flash of——
Killing intent.
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