Fairy Spirit Temple, the west hall of the Old Taoist Temple.
The chief of the mountain pinched the black jade chess piece with two fingers and gently landed on the chessboard with a click. He was calm and relaxed, showing the demeanor of a master.
Tu Kun, who was playing chess, held his chin and thought hard, and the fly whisk he held in his arms tilted to one side. After a while, he surrendered and shook his head and muttered: "Today we missed a chess piece, we will regroup and fight again next time." He was dressed like a Taoist priest. , chanting sutras and doing homework every day, and occasionally travel and hang out at other Taoist temples.
He would learn to dance, write, ink, and play chess to cultivate his moral character. He would try any method that could 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, bowed and said, "Greetings to the master. Disciple greets the master."
Yang Shuilan bowed in front of him and said, "I have seen the earth protector", then stood up and greeted the mountain chief.
Yun Qiuhe was used to it, so there was no need to be polite. He took Yang Shuilan and sat down, waiting for Ying Miaogu who was standing by to collect the chessboard pieces, arrange tea, and bring spiritual fruits and snacks.
The mountain chief took a sip of tea, put down the tea cup, and said: "They are outnumbered and have entered the secret realm of Yanyuan under the sea. With their strength and Mr. You's ability to predict things, there is no danger. At most, it will be delayed." Some time."
Guanzhu and You Lao went to find Lu Zijin and Guanzhu Chen who were in trouble, and they were gone for ten years.
Later, Yang Shuilan found that she couldn't contact Xiao Ni'er who was playing in the sea area, and asked the mountain chief to deduce it. Only then did she find out that Xiao Ni'er, Gui Fudo and the temple owner went to the secret realm of Yanyuan together.
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 that Xiao Ni'er and Guifang did not leave any life lights behind.
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 advanced to the sixth level. I wonder if the news is true or false?"
"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."
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 in advance. Whether it was prejudice or wariness, he did not have a good impression of the monks in that area. 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?
Tu Kun, who was on the opposite side, looked out the door and whispered: "The deacon of the waiting hall, Gao Leng, is here."
Soon, Gao Leng walked in. After clasping his fists and saluting everyone, he took out a flying messenger sword and handed it to the mountain chief.
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."
Tu Kun shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Unfortunately, it happened that the strength of our Immortal Spirit Temple was scattered." He also took out his flying sword and sent a message to Rong Shuzhi, Zhou Fushi, Master Fayuan and others in the Eastern Continent, and then to Lu Yuanyuan and Gu Qingrong from the Vast Continent informed and asked them to summon Shi Qisheng from the Tianqian Continent.
Qiu Wen's promotion was like a pebble thrown into a pool of water, breaking the peace of Qing Ming's world. Yanyuan Secret Realm, Shuling Mountains.
Mo Shu accompanied the shadow of You Mengchang in the already empty underground canyon. Only a million souls and ghost cultivators were left behind, and they stayed behind to act as a cover. Ninety percent of them were absorbed into Zhang Guanzhu's town. Soul Palace Ghost Realm.
After fifteen years of expansion, Zhang Guanzhu's Little Ghost Domain has expanded to a hundred miles in radius. The Little Ming River is about five feet wide, and two tributaries have bifurcated in it.
"The master of the temple is a kind-hearted person. He can't bear to live on the mountain. In the end, more than a hundred thousand 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 only three or five days.”
You Mengchang said seemingly casually.
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.
Of course, before leaving, he felt that he should enlighten Mo Laogui to show more sincerity.
Come, the temple owner wants to make the merits perfect, but it does not prevent him from talking about business with Mo Laogui.
He has always believed that what comes and goes goes, no debt is owed to each other, and cause and effect are both clear.
"Ah... thank you so much."
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. "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."
Mengyou’s long and sincere reminder.
Mo Shu knew what he was doing, so he cupped his hands and said, "The grace of survival will be rewarded heavily."
"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." .”
"That's it, that's it, Mr. You, please come here."
Mo Shu became more and more polite and enthusiastic.
In recent years, three fifth-level masters, Chen Qingqiao, Lu Zijin, and Guifang 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 cottages and caves, and there are more children waiting to be fed.
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 to put on the shrine and enjoy the incense every day." Worship, hey, my wife is so virtuous and capable that one day I will be respected by all the people." He grinned proudly.
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 Mr. You that his Cultivation is different, and eating some incense will help you break through in the future.
"You are so beautiful. I see that the blackened clay statue looks nothing like you."
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?
"Their craftsmanship is a bit poor, but their sincerity is sincere. I can feel the incense they offer."
Lu Zijin lowered his voice and said mysteriously.
Xiao Ni'er snorted, "You're not a mountain god. It's weird to believe you. I heard the empress said that not just anyone can afford the incense..."
Xiao Ni'er leaned on the rock on the hillside and yawned again.
Lu Zijin suddenly looked up, frowned, and muttered: "That guy is so bored, here he comes again."
A shadow appeared in the sky, which was the manifestation of the weapon spirit, and shouted: "Mo Shu, don't think that a few monks from other places can help you to delay handing over 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?”
Mo Shu, who flew out of the canyon, sneered: "Wan Lan, I remember you originally set a twenty-year deadline, and there are still five years left. Why are you anxious? I will give you an explanation when the time comes." "Don't even think about it. You are fooling around, 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. Perhaps it is necessary to take action in advance. It seems that the spirit of the weapon is about to fall out.
