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 of the day, 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 was 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 her. It was the closest to her. You kid fell asleep. We didn't meet each other in person by chance. We didn't meet by 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 been recognized by a small world. Fellow Daoist You, you brought him here to try the opportunity. It is his luck that I am not to blame for being so greedy."
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.
There are still clouds and mist around me, the trees are green, and the cold winter is not showing.
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 Steles. I'm sorry for offending the fairy!"
"It's not a crime for those who don't know. It doesn't matter. I'm bored in my leisure time. I want to watch the younger generation Junyan pass the time. What's more, I also got an interesting calligraphy treasure that can add new brilliance to the scriptures in the forest of steles. It's an unexpected gain."
The woman's voice, like a bird, 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 wall 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-engraved 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 in the Da'an Dynasty. Who saw the scripture carved on it by Guanzhu Zhang?"
"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 words. 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 states, cities and sects.
In less than half a day, the new news about the stone inscriptions of the Immortal Spirit Temple Zhang Guanzhu appearing on the ancient sutra wall 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 other places again. He didn't know where the descendants of his enemies 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.
Come and try it quickly. 】
His whole body was full of energy after a good 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. Madam Sutra Mei has taken a special look at you. Within three months, , it’s a great deal to help you digest a cup of ‘Heavenly Spirit and Earthly 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 that there were 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?
"How about flying to 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 Meng murmured for a long time, 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, and I wasted a favor."
Zhang Wenfeng laughed and asked without denying, "Did Madam Mei find out?"
You Mengchang looked up and down and said: "It's strange, you have such little cultivation, how can you let the treasures of Xiaotiandi recognize its owner? Could it be that the eighth-level master helped you..."
He did not want outsiders to hear the conversation between him and Taoist Zhang, and outsiders would not be able to remember it even if they heard 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 Jingmei a weapon spirit?"
After a conversation, he noticed the difference in the ancient scripture wall, so he made this guess.
"Yes, it is a small heaven and earth magic weapon that dates back a long time. At that time, the charming lady had too high a vision. She always wanted to choose a young and handsome man who was right with her to recognize her as the master. In fact, it was almost enough. She had to pick and choose, and it caused a lot of trouble back then. A famous and great battle... Hey, once upon a time, we were brought to such a predicament, so lonely that we have endured a thousand years of reincarnation, and we still don’t know when it will end?”
You Mengchang was filled with emotion.
He and Madam Jingmei were both inhuman beings. They had some kind of friendship back then, but things hurt their own kind.
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, and a huge opportunity would hit his head. Wouldn't he be able to advance to the fourth or fifth level by then?
You Mengchang said disdainfully: "You think you are picking out Chinese cabbage?...Forget it, no matter what her business is, she has a long life anyway. Another ten thousand years will be just a nap for her. 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 an ancient sutra 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 will you take me to see my little heaven and earth 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? A few pop up to make him happy.
Spring came and went, and the two of them traveled to every corner of the Eastern Continent and saw many scenic spots and historic sites dating back more than 5,000 years ago. Most of them were just piles of old soil, with not a few pieces of broken copper or metal left. You Meng sighed. All the way.
"I don't even see a decent old ghost!"
…
