The boundless sea is not a place with distinct seasons. On the endless sea, it seems that there are only two seasons separated.
One is a scorching summer day, and the other is a howling winter day. However, even in winter, there is never white snow falling here, only severe cold currents.
Wuwu Island, located in the northwest of the boundless sea, is a remote and lonely island. If there is anything worthy of praise, it is only the snow-white pear blossoms piled on the ground, dotted on the island, against the cold wind, rolling Thousands of piles of white snow are rising, and falling flowers are in full bloom.
Wuwangzhai, located on Wuwang Island, is made entirely of vermilion spiritual wood, layered among a sea of pear blossoms and snow, which gives it a different kind of beauty.
The snow-white petals held on the eaves tiles curled in the air in the cold wind, lingering and falling gracefully along the vermilion pillars, lightly touching the clean white jade tiles on the ground.
When the flowers are blooming, there is lingering rain of flowers everywhere in Wuwangzhai. However, in this continuous house that seemed like a paradise, at this early morning, there was not a single walking figure, only waves of gentle sounds echoing overlapping between the houses.
If you listen carefully, you will find that these voices seem to be reciting some awkward scriptures. The tones are strange and the pronunciation is strange. They are not the words and language of the boundless sea.
At this time, outside the purple gate of Wuwangzhai, a slender cyan figure walked from the narrow path in the sea of snow-white pear trees in the distance, and stood outside the gate of Wuwangzhai, under the pear tree not far away.
The gate of Wuwangzhai is not big, but it is very finely carved. It does not look like a sect where monks gather, but it is similar to the gate of an ordinary deep house in the world.
There was no one guarding the door, and it was just open. Only the hundreds of white jade stone steps raised the main door of Wuwangzhai high. Along both sides of the white jade stone steps, there were plantings one after another. layers of snow-white pear trees.
Even if it is not the season when pear blossoms are in full bloom, this seemingly chaotic sea of pear blossom trees is still blooming in its most beautiful form.
The pear blossoms are like clouds and snow, setting off hundreds of towering white jade stone steps, like snow-white clouds and mist, adding a bit of ethereal and fairylike appearance to Wuwangzhai out of thin air.
From this point of view, Wuwangzhai is not like a mortal place. Each white jade stone step has been swept clean, and the light is discernible. A slender cyan figure stands firmly under a pear tree, with the light fragrance of flowers on the tip of her nose, and the gentle sound of chanting sutras twitching at the tip of her ears. Then it came into my ears vaguely.
This is not the language of the Boundless Sea, but the language of the Eastern Continent. Moreover, it is the most common one in the Eastern Continent, the Qingjing Sutra.
After wandering on the sea for several months, Lingchu finally found the location of Wuwangzhai, which was the red eaves house in front of him, standing among the sea of pear trees.
The chanting sounds coming from Wuwangzhai kept echoing in his ears, and a rare and long-lost feeling of warmth and nostalgia appeared in Lingchu's eyes.
Donglu, she has been away for a long time. Including the language of the Eastern Continent, she now speaks the language of the Boundless Sea more and more authentically.
Although Lingchu had already learned from the Xianyou Chamber of Commerce that the founder of the Wuwangzhai sect should be the senior Zi Ling she had been looking for for a long time, but until now, she had not really heard the Qingjing Sutra of the Eastern Continent. At that time, Lingchu's heart slowly settled down.
In any case, this Wuwangzhai must be related to Donglu. I hope that in this Wuwuzhai, I can find what Lingchu wants.
Whether it's the exact news about Senior Zi Ling or the way to return to the Eastern Continent. After standing quietly under the tree for a while, Lingchu was not in a hurry to go to Wuwangzhai immediately. Although the Xianyou Chamber of Commerce had told Lingchu that Wuwangzhai had gradually declined since the death of the founder of the sect. down.
In Wuwangzhai today, not to mention the True Lord Yuanying, there are not even many True Lord Jindan. In other words, with Lingchu's cultivation level, he could just break in. Even if he couldn't defeat him, he could always escape.
However, Lingchu was still a little wary. After all, Wuwangzhai was a sect founded by True Monarch Yuanying. It was an important place in the sect, so it would have the sect-protecting formations and even some trump cards.
No matter how arrogant you are, you can't say that you can directly enter other people's sects single-handedly. Putting the main battlefield on someone else's home field is simply reckless and stupid unless you are a god-transforming monk.
Since the founding founder of the sect is a Yuanying monk, then the sect's place will definitely be able to besiege or even kill the Yuanying monks. If some sects are founded by Yuanying monks with deep foundation or strong strength, they will not be able to leave any trump cards. Even the monks who transform themselves into spirits can be trapped.
After all, this sect place is a place that people have worked hard to manage for who knows how many years. Even if Lingchu had confidence, he would not be blindly arrogant.
What's more, senior Zi Ling here, if we talk seriously, the two sides still have some connections, and it would be best if they could resolve it through peaceful means.
If you can use your mouth, you will never use your hands. This was the path that Lingchu had already thought of before he came to Wuwangzhai. At present, Wuwangzhai is silent, the door is closed, and the sound of chanting can be heard. It is obvious that they are doing morning classes. Naturally, Lingchu will not come directly to the door to disturb him without seeing it.
No matter what, you have to wait for others to finish reciting the sutra. This is the most basic courtesy. Ever since, this wait lasted for half an hour.
Half an hour later, the sound of chanting from Wuwangzhai slowly weakened until it disappeared into silence.
As the sound of chanting disappeared, the purple door far above hundreds of white jade stone steps suddenly slowly opened to both sides, revealing the exquisite and elegant vermilion buildings inside.
When the purple door was completely opened, it felt like a gust of wind had passed by, and the pear blossoms on the tree seemed to be swaying in the wind, and countless snow-white petals were rolled up.
It was falling all over the sky, as if there was a blanket of white snow, but it was not cold at all, but instead carried a cold fragrance.
A lot of petals also fell from Lingchu's head. The snow-white petals fell one after another, but when they got close to Lingchu's body, an invisible breeze seemed to blow them away again.
In the end, Lingchu stood in the sea of flowers, but never touched a single petal. Lingchu raised his eyes, looking through the countless snow-white petals flying in front of him, towards the end of the white jade stone steps.
In front of the originally empty Wuwangzhai gate, at the end of the white jade stone steps, a similarly slender figure suddenly appeared.
The person who came was wearing a gray-blue robe, covered with a layer of transparent white tulle. All the black hair was combed up, and it was tied into a bun on the head, with a simple wooden hairpin inserted in the middle.
Put your hands in front of you, holding a whisk in one hand and a rosary in the other.
