After crossing the ocean and flying to his hometown of Wandering Island, which he had not been to for more than two hundred years, Zhang Xuan'an felt no fear of being close to home.
Back then, his life was worse than that of a pig or a dog, and his life was like grass. It was his master who rescued him from the mud ditch, spent a lot of effort in teaching him, and gave him a different and wonderful life. He could work hard for his master, but he was as indifferent to his hometown as a passerby.
He didn't want to disappoint his master. With nearly twenty years left, he had already handed over the Capital Police Department to his senior sister. He was traveling around without an official position, hoping to find a breakthrough opportunity to advance to the sixth level in one fell swoop and earn a lot of face for his master. .
Before Master went out, he talked to many people and had high hopes for them.
Ye Weiyin was too impatient. He failed to pass the test the year before last and was stuck at the fifth level of perfection. He basically missed the sixth level in the lower world.
Zhang Xuanan was walking on the country road, watching neighbors quarreling over trivial matters, watching women crying and scolding useless men because there was no brown rice in the jar, watching children stealing yam eggs from other people's fields, watching the joys and sorrows of the world, and watching the suffering and struggle at the bottom... He was like a transparent passerby, gradually recalling many of the past that he had deliberately forgotten.
Whether in heavy rain or under the scorching sun, he wandered on the island with a hesitant heart. He finally developed a special affection for his strange hometown.
It's unclear why, maybe it's the emotion he's been missing since he was a child.
Holding a handful of soil from his own yard that was now unknown to someone's vegetable garden, Zhang Xuanan packed it in an empty jade bottle, walked into the Hessing City by the sea, rented a courtyard near the water, and walked around every day. He wanted to know more Stay some days.
Twenty years later, this place will become a prison for countless monks. As the aura declines, one after another will return to heaven and earth after old age. Then it will be full of hostility and irresolvable resentment. A new reincarnation is about to begin.
One autumn morning, Zhang Xuanan stood alone on the rocks on the beach and fell into a trance for a moment while watching the rising sun emerging from the water.
He seemed to have captured the evolution of the sun's transformation into fire. The jumping light waves fascinated him deeply.
Perhaps, with a hint of inspiration, he could understand the realm of fire that was higher than the rules of fire. The master once joked that he was a talent who was delayed by swordsmanship, and told him to be himself and not have any scruples, but he just coveted the swordsman's chic and powerful strength.
Returning to the inn, Zhang Xuanan paid the rent for twenty years at a time. He walked into the quiet room of the guest house and started the formation retreat.
Also in the autumn, five people, including Wei Jingjie and Chen Chong, who had been away fighting for many years, returned to the sect. They had seen too much cruel life and death, but they were fortunate enough to witness the master's unique style of suppressing the heroes with one sword. Facing the greetings from their fellow disciples, they all felt as if they were in another world.
The sound of bells in the morning and drums in the evening, and the sound of sutras are the comfort that brings them peace of mind in this world.
The West Hall of the Old Taoist Temple.
The mountain chief and the temple owner discussed the arrangements for the Fairy Spirit Temple after they transcended the tribulation and ascended to the upper realm, what level of restrictions should be set for the several treasure houses, how to arrange the guardians, etc.
He must take advantage of the time when the temple master is in the sect to discuss and implement it in advance. Otherwise, if the temple master runs outside and disappears, who will he look for?
"You can make your own decisions about these little things, Guardian... If you have any candidates, just call me and see."
Zhang Guanzhu smiled and said, he is used to being a hands-off shopkeeper.
Given the unique status of Xianling Temple in the Da'an Dynasty, it is natural to have a guardian quota. Of course, the mountain chief has a candidate for the guardian, otherwise the day lily will be cold by the time the viewer arranges it. He deliberately conducted an inspection decades in advance. This person is very important. The first is that he has good character, and the second is that he has insufficient combat ability at the same level. Se, once again, has extraordinary perseverance and can withstand the hardships of five hundred years of ebb and flow of spiritual energy.
Even with the Qi-gathering formation they arranged in advance, which can maintain the minimum amount of spiritual energy, the guardian has to stand alone for a long time, and his cultivation level drops little by little, which is a kind of torture that tests the will of the mind.
"Master, wait a moment, I'll ask them to come."
The mountain chief walked out of the west hall and sent a message outside the door, summoning two candidates to come quickly.
Not long after, the two of them followed the mountain chief into the hall and saluted the seated temple leader.
The mountain chief introduced the two of them and said through a message: "Dai Xing, who has been practicing for more than 150 years, was promoted to the late stage of Jindan five years ago. He is a native of Xialin Village. He has excellent fire skills and a tough character.
Withstood the many tests I laid out.
Zhang Tiande, who has been practicing for more than 140 years, was promoted to the late stage of Jindan ten years ago. He is a native of Zhangjiazhuang. He has excellent qualifications in wood practice, and his character and character have withstood many tests. "
Zhang Wenfeng heard that the young man named Zhang Tiande was a monk from Zhangjiazhuang, and he knew who the mountain leader wanted.
After asking them a few general questions, they were sent off.
He has not expressed his position for the time being as to who will be appointed as the guardian. After waiting for the Jitang investigation to produce detailed files, he will make a decision before it is too late. Trusting the mountain leader is one thing, but it is related to the continuation of the sect, so it is better to be cautious.
Perhaps, you can ask Mr. You to help calculate one or two.
At the end of the year, Zhuang Yu, who had advanced to the fifth level more than ten years ago and returned to take charge of the Jiji Hall, handed the visitor a detailed file, comparing Dai Xing and Zhang Tiande's character, potential, perseverance, etc. in various aspects.
Zhang Guanzhu looked at each item and had a rough idea in his mind. He only waited for Mr. You to see the person before confirming it.
"Master, Junior Brother Xuan'an has been in seclusion on Wandering Island for four months. He seems to have found an opportunity for a breakthrough. I have arranged for Ye Weiyin to go and protect him nearby to prevent someone from causing trouble at the critical moment." Zhuang Yu reported an incident.
"Xuan'an's hometown is Wandering Island, which is very good. I hope he can break through in one fell swoop."
Zhang Wenfeng nodded in approval, and then warned: "Pay close attention to all the monks in the sect who have not advanced to the fifth level. Time is running out. Don't make a big mess. The rules are like this, and there is nothing I can do about it."
At its peak, there were more than 1,500 monks, but most of them failed to cross the fourth level. Some died of old age, and some went into seclusion. Today, there are only more than 700 monks left in the sect.
"Yes, disciple understands."
After talking for a while, Zhuang Yu left.
Zhang Wenfeng sent a summons to You Lao and took out the scriptures to read carefully.
Qian Jing has already advanced to the fifth level, so he doesn't need to worry about it. I heard that his young apprentice He Kuyu failed to pass the fifth level in his first attempt because he was going too smoothly. Afterwards, he accumulated enough and found the feeling to retreat again last year.
He really couldn't laugh or cry when he heard about it.
He promised Mo Ye to take good care of He Kuyu and never make any mistakes. In case He Kuyu cannot successfully advance to the fifth level this time, he can only hide He Kuyu in the secret realm against the rules to avoid the upcoming disaster. He Kuyu has endured too little hardship since his training, has not experienced enough, and is not suitable to serve as a guardian. .
About a quarter of an hour later, You Mengchang walked in from the outside.
Hearing the temple master calling him to come back all the way, he just took a look at the two disciples.
The viewer added: "Please select a guardian from the two of them who can guard the mountain gate. This matter is important and I have to alert you."
"The Guardian... it's indeed a big deal. I'll go take a look."
You Mengchang remembered the auras of the two people on the file and disappeared immediately.
Three days later, You Mengchang appeared again and said: "Comparatively speaking, Zhang Tian is more qualified to be the guardian. He has good luck. Didn't Yang Shuilan refine the Shouyuan Pill? Ask her for one and give it to the guardian. preparing."
In addition to the warlock's methods, You Lao can also get into people's dreams. He walked into the dreams of two people through induction and conducted a "questioning" test on the two.
"Good, then Zhang Tian will get it."
Guanzhu Zhang smiled.
