Near noon, the faint sunshine broke through the clouds and illuminated the elderly people in the small courtyard.
At the side door, the joyful mood of the five people suddenly stopped, and they felt like they had been "robbed" of their home.
Qin Tianjianzheng!
Yu Yu and others twitched their mouths, feeling inexplicably flustered, probably similar to the embarrassment of being caught doing bad things.
But the one who had the biggest reaction was the God-Emperor who had never seen this generation of supervisors before. The hairs on the back of Fang Shijie’s neck stood up. He turned to look at the Imperial Master with a searching gaze:
"Who is this old man?"
The smile on Jian Zheng's face stiffened.
Ji Ping'an was silent for a moment, waved his hand, and said to the four people behind him:
"You guys go and rest first."
He immediately looked at the eldest disciple and pointed to the shop in front:
"Go and talk?"
Jian Zheng happily agreed, and when the two of them turned around and entered Yi Jingzhai's shop, Fang Shijie looked at the people in confusion:
"You all know him?"
Huang He said "En" and explained in a low voice. Fang Shijie said "Ah" with a solemn expression:
"This old man isn't here to pick up some bargains, is he?"
…
In a quiet room.
When the door closed and the two sat opposite each other, Qin Tianjian was the first to speak:
"That little fat guy is..."
"General Adou." Ji Ping'an sat back in his chair and told Fang Shijie's false identity and how he discovered it in a calm tone.
Adou... Qin Tianjian sighed with emotion:
"It has been recorded in the history books that Adou God General studied under the God Emperor, and he also learned his temperament ten-tenths. When I see him today, he is well-deserved for his reputation."
In his words, he felt quite resentful towards the word "old man ascended".
Ji Ping'an was too lazy to waste time on this issue and said with a strange expression:
"So when did you come?"
The old prisoner with white hair and white beard, dressed like "Gandalf" was sighing:
"I was in seclusion well, but suddenly I felt restless. I saw the ups and downs of the country's destiny in the south, so I had to come out to take a look. I didn't expect it, but I saw a few of you coming out of the big tomb..."
Ji Ping'an's face was expressionless:
"When did Jianzheng get into the bad habit of voyeurism?"
Jian Zheng smiled coquettishly, no longer maintaining his high popularity, and raised his hands and rubbed them:
"Do you have a share in seeing me?"
Ji Pingping looked at this unscrupulous disciple for a while and said:
"The things in the treasure house were left to me by the Imperial Master."
Jian Zheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed:
"So, Master, everything that happened today was also considered back then?"
No... you may be overthinking... Ji Ping'an looked in reverence: "Maybe."
Jian Zheng looked at him seriously for a while and said:
"So, the secret of the treasure house was told to you by the national master, and the robe you are wearing was also a gift left to you by the master?"
Ji Ping'an said confidently: "That's natural."
Jian Zheng frowned and said: "The group of people who fought with you..."
"In the human world." Ji Ping'an briefly shared the information he had obtained. After listening, the white-haired and white-bearded old star officer frowned into the character "eight" and suddenly sighed:
"Times have changed, and all kinds of monsters and monsters have appeared."
Ji Pingan asked:
"Can you deduce and predict the next move in the world?"
Jian Zheng shook his head:
"With my current level of cultivation, I am still unable to transcend the limitations of those fragments and perform divination on the reborn."
Therefore, he does not know the arrival of the "human world", but as a star observer, he can detect the upcoming changes through some other paths.
Similarly, he also determined early that the outcome of this incident regarding the Qianyuan Treasure House was not bad.
Ji Ping'an glanced at him and said:
"So why don't you hurry up and go back to seclusion and enter the divine treasure as soon as possible?"
Jian Zheng laughed and said:
"Come out for some air once in a while. Also, your actions this time are still not subtle enough. Do you want me to help you clear up any further trouble?"
Ji Ping'an stared at him:
"The supervisor is here, he won't just say these things."
Jian Zheng stopped his smile and said:
"Although I can't see the next step in the 'human world', I can vaguely see your next step."
Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows and saw the old supervisor picking up a copper coin from the tray on the table and placing it in the northeast direction of Bagua.
Immediately he smiled, and his figure suddenly disintegrated into starlight and disappeared.
Ji Ping'an was the only one left in the room, quietly lost in thought.
After a while, there was a knock on the door. He held the copper coin in his palm and said "come in."
The door creaked open behind him, and Fang Shijie stuck his head out and said doubtfully:
"Is the old man leaving?"
Ji Ping'an said "En", thought for a while, and said:
"I'm going out."
The supervisor will help clean up the aftermath, but there are some aftermath tasks that he has to do personally.
…
…
In Nancheng, behind the clothing store, there is a courtyard hidden among the buildings.
Nangong Wan led the elite members of the sect back, first dismissed everyone and took a rest, and then she stepped onto the small building alone, dragging tired and heavy footsteps.
In my mind, I was still recalling the scenes I had seen during this trip, and my heart was in a state of confusion.
Who would have thought that with just one exploration trip, the local Jianghu forces in Yuhang would face such a big "shuffle".
Most of the old rivals, the Tiandihui, will be eliminated immediately, and the Mendicant Cult will also shrink and recuperate. All other small sects have suffered casualties, but Tingxuelou, although nothing was gained, all members were intact. In contrast, it became the biggest "benefit" By".
And all of this stemmed from that person's casual "advice."
"Squeak." In a daze, the tall and elegant beauty, covered with a veil, opened the door. She was stunned and blurted out:
"Ji Sichen?"
In the tea room, Ji Pingan, dressed in a green shirt, sat upright and drank tea. Seeing that she had returned safely, he couldn't help but smile:
"Yes, it seems you have taken my advice to heart."
Nangong Wan's breathing was rapid, her chest rose and fell, and her two slender thighs were brought together. She imitated the manners of a boudoir woman and bowed down:
"Wan'er and the sisters in the building have nothing to repay Si Chen for saving his life. Please accept my respects from this little lady."
If people in the world saw this scene, their eyes would drop.
You know, the Tingxuelou woman has always been known for her pride. Although she is not very strong, she is neither humble nor overbearing even when facing the leader of the alliance, Jiang Huai.
I don’t know how many Jianghu people’s lifelong wish is to make the Tingxuelou woman surrender in order to show their own strength.
But I can only think about it.
But today, the host Nangong Wan actually faced a young man with a humble attitude.
Ji Ping'an's expression was as usual, and he raised his hand to support her. Nangong Wan felt lifted up by a soft wind, and immediately heard Ji Ping'an sitting across from him say:
"It's good to hear that the heroine of Xuelou would rather break than bend. Don't wrong yourself and lose the true meaning of Xue Ji when she founded the sect."
Nangong Wan was stunned, her nose felt inexplicably sour, her cheeks were red, and she said shyly:
"That's what Si Chen taught you."
Ji Ping'an asked her to sit down and immediately asked about the Jianghu Alliance's exploration process. Nangong Wan did not hide anything and told her everything.
He said with emphasis in the middle:
"Qiao San was pressed to death by that stone ape."
Who is Qiao San... oh, the leader of the Tiandihui... Ji Ping'an didn't care and motioned for her to continue.
When Nangong Wan saw this, she felt mixed emotions in her heart. She never expected that Qiao San, who was regarded as the enemy by Tingxuelou, was completely insignificant in Ji Ping'an's eyes.
The dead Qiao San would not know that at the banquet that day, "Xu Keqing", whom he tried his best to provoke, never paid any attention to him as a clown.
After listening to the story, Ji Pingan nodded slowly:
"That's good. Tingxue Tower can take advantage of the opportunity to take over the local Jianghu forces in Yuhang."
As he said that, he suddenly looked at Nangong Wan's body without saying a word. It wasn't until the female building owner's face was on fire and her heart was full of distracting thoughts that she heard Ji Ping'an's comment:
"It's just that the advancement of cultivation is a little slow, I'm afraid it won't be able to swallow up too much territory."
Nangong Wan felt ashamed: "I..."
Ji Ping'an waved his hand and with a flick of his finger, several bottles of elixirs and a golden flying knife appeared out of thin air on the tea table, and he said calmly:
"Take these first. I hope that next time we meet, Tingxuelou will become the number one in the world of Yuhang."
After saying that, his body disintegrated into light green starlight and disappeared into the pavilion using the Wood Escape.
Nangong Wan was left in a daze, carefully picking up the pills and looking at them one by one. Her expression changed, and she recognized that they were all top-grade pills, and they were priceless. Any bottle of them was worth more than the entire Tingxue Tower.
And when she picked up the golden flying knife, entered the spirit element, and clearly felt the power and quality of this magical weapon, her red lips opened in an 'O' shape, as if she had been struck by a petrification spell, and she stood still.
Until the door of the tea room was knocked open, Hongying asked carelessly:
"Master, who were you talking to just now... uh, Master? What's wrong with you?"
Nangong Wan's delicate body trembled, a smile appeared on her beautiful face, her back was straight, and she was in high spirits:
"Hongying, call a meeting, we have to get busy."
…
…
Farewell to Nangong Wan, Ji Ping'an crossed the street and returned to Laoliu Street.
I heard some people talking about the faint vibration coming from the mountains in the south.
It's just that the aftermath of this incident that happened in the mountains will spread in the city in a more covert way in the next period of time.
Returning to Yijingzhai, Ji Ping'an saw only the doors of each room were closed. He knew that the four people, including Yu Yu, were concentrating on retreat, digesting and absorbing the resources he had shared.
Ji Ping'an didn't bother him, stepped into his bedroom and locked the door.
He took out his space bag and poured out his "three-in-one" star fragments in sequence, as well as the two fragments that exploded after killing Huo Ju and Bing Po.
He took out the hexagonal astrolabe with familiarity, used spiritual elements to outline the star map on the floor of the room, and pulled the star fragments to merge with each other.
Because there were two pieces, it took him longer this time. When the pieces merged into one, Ji Ping'an concentrated his soul and used "astrology" to spy.
boom.
There seemed to be thunder exploding in his mind, and the scenery before Ji Ping'an's eyes changed, and he found himself observing a city from a bird's eye view.
"The architectural style is ancient, this time it's from a thousand years ago?" Ji Ping'an thought, and when he zoomed in, he saw lightning hanging from the sky splitting the darkness, and heavy rain pouring down.
The sky is dark and the earth is dark, but a white figure is so eye-catching on the mountain road.
It was actually a young monk in white clothes, tall and thin, wearing dirty white monk clothes.
Holding a huge lotus leaf in one hand, he held it above his head to protect himself from the wind and rain.
The lotus leaves were actually red, dotted in the cold wind and rain, swaying gently.
The monk staggered while walking, almost falling down several times, but regained his balance.
Finally, I walked into a mountain village, knocked on the door of a common people's house, and raised the wooden bowl in my hand, but the owner closed the door.
The monk continued into the second courtyard and was also rejected.
Finally, when the monk traveled all over the mountain village and could not get a single grain of food, he fell to the dirt ground in the mountain village while carrying a huge red lotus leaf.
As the night passed, the sky cleared and the earth shone brightly. Every household opened the door and walked out, and was startled by the dead monk in white on the ground.
The people started talking, not knowing what they were talking about.
Finally, someone stepped forward and took off the monk's clothes, picked up the alms bowl, lifted the body, and threw the tattered red lotus leaf, which was beaten by the rain, into a mass grave outside the mountain village.
After that, strange things happened in the mountain village.
The wells in the village have dried up one after another, and the creek outside the village has also dried up due to the diversion of the river water.
This land has not had a drop of rain for three years. The land is cracked and the crops have failed.
Every day when people open their eyes with anticipation, all they see is clear skies and a blazing sun.
Three years after a severe drought.
A slovenly mage came here. After listening to the stories of the villagers who were still alive, he picked up a shovel, walked to the mass grave, and dug up the ground.
As a result, a sapling of a sal tree was dug out three feet underground.
The saplings appeared pure white and grew rapidly after seeing light. In a dozen breaths, they grew into towering trees. Grass and flowers also grew in the entire surrounding mass graves.
Seeing this, the villagers knelt down and knelt down to worship, bursting into tears. The sloppy mage picked up a shovel and stabbed it into the ground at will. Immediately, clear spring water gushes out and flows through the earth.
In the blink of an eye, with this place as the center, the entire yellow land began to turn green. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, thunder and lightning flashed, and the villagers were both happy and frightened.
The sloppy mage clasped his hands together and knelt down to pray.
boom!
A bolt of lightning struck down, chopping the mage into charred bones.
Then, a second bolt of lightning struck down, splitting the Salo tree in the middle. A young monk wearing a white monk's robe walked straight out of the tree, holding an alms bowl in one hand and a red lotus leaf in the other.
It stepped away from the sky amidst the frightened and pious worship of the villagers, opened the clouds, bathed in golden light and flew into the sky, flying towards the vast universe.
Ji Ping'an watched as if watching a holographic movie.
Until the monk flew past him, he glanced at him and nodded gently, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.
"..."
Ji Pingan, who had gained experience this time, did not make any fuss and watched the monk leave.
Turning his head to look at the ground again, he saw some villagers lifting the sloppy mage who had turned into charcoal and enshrining it in the shrine.
Someone went to the sal tree and took out a Buddhist scripture from the root.
The picture collapsed, and Ji Ping'an felt like the world was spinning.
When the surrounding scenery became clear again, he had "returned" to Yi Jingzhai's bedroom.
The door was closed and everything was quiet. Ji Ping'an looked at the floor in front of him and saw that five star fragments had merged into one, forming a pattern similar to a five-pointed star.
He raised his hand to pick it up, but he didn't feel the strength gained from "Tao Zun's teaching" last time.
"Is it the power that involves the rules of heaven that can only be possessed for the first time, or does it have to reach a certain amount?" Ji Ping'an thought.
Not disappointed, just confused.
Compared with the historical image of Dao Zun last time, the scene I just "saw" was more familiar.
Because, as far as he knew, this was exactly the birth story of "Buddha", one of the ancient saints who created the Buddhist practice system in Buddhist story records.
"The stars have returned...the dead have returned...the ancient saints...how are all these related?"
Ji Ping'an gradually fell into a trance.
…
…
Pei's mansion.
The door to the room where the head of the family was recovering opened.
Mistress Pei, who was plump and clad in a purple skirt and a golden walking stick, stepped across the threshold, turned around, and gently closed the door with both hands.
"Madam." The maid outside the door saluted.
Li Xiangjun said "Yes" tiredly and walked along the corridor.
After returning to the inner hall, I saw my son and daughter talking in low voices.
"Mom, something big happened." Pei Qian stood up excitedly, eager to share.
Li Xiangjun steeled himself and looked at his only remaining useless son:
"What's wrong?"
Pei Qiuwei sat in the carved wooden chair and said calmly:
"There is a mountain collapse in the mountains south of the city. It is suspected that the legendary Qianyuan Treasure House has appeared. Now Sanqing Temple, Monster Slayer Division, and even Elder Luan Yu of the Beast Control Sect have all passed by. I heard that there was a demon causing trouble, but it has now been put down. ”
Demonic way... Li Xiangjun's eyes flashed, and he roughly guessed that it must be another "resurrection from the dead", and the look of worry on his face became more intense.
"Isn't dad's injury getting better?" Pei Qiuwei looked at her words and noticed that something was wrong with her mother.
"Well, it's better." Li Xiangjun answered perfunctorily, waved his hand, excused himself from fatigue, and left the inner hall, but did not return to the bedroom, but came to the incense hall again.
Mrs. Pei, who is still as charming as before, knelt down on the futon, clasped her hands, looked up at the row of sculptures on the table headed by Taoists and Buddhas, and prayed softly.
After an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes, stood up, looked at the maid guarding the door of the Xiangtang, and called the latter to come over.
"Madam?" the maid asked in confusion.
Li Xiangjun bit his lip and said:
"You said before that Yunlin Chanyuan's recent success in praying for children...have you ever found out the truth?"
The eldest maid nodded:
"Some, some, it's really efficacious. There are rumors that the recent recovery of the spiritual elements of heaven and earth has caused the gods and Buddhas in the sky to become more efficacious."
Li Xiangjun nodded lightly, thought for a moment, and said:
"After I arrange the affairs of the mansion later, I will take the time to go to Yunlin Temple to burn incense in the next few days."
The eldest maid blinked and understood:
"Okay, ma'am."
…
Outside Yuhang City, there is a Longquan Villa, which was later renamed "Longquan Jingshe".
It sounds elegant, but in fact it is the residence of "Mendicant Cult".
In the villa, there is a hot spring.
The obese, greasy "Buddha" with a pair of small eyes was sitting cross-legged and vomiting continuously. With every breath, all the pores on his body opened and spit out the dirty blood into the water.
for a long time.
"Buddha" finished breathing, opened his eyes, stepped out of the hot spring, raised his hand, took a clean cassock and put it on his body.
Then, he strode across the courtyard with an ugly face and walked to a Buddhist temple.
There is a black Buddha statue enshrined in the Buddhist hall, with sandalwood curling up and incense burning extremely brightly.
"I am the Buddha with mercy." This wild monk, who had been involved in gangs and gangs and had broken all kinds of precepts countless times, put his hands together and bowed devoutly.
At this point, the fear and trembling in my heart caused by the Qianyuan Treasure House gradually calmed down.
This time, the Mendicant Cult suffered several casualties, but compared to the Tiandi Hui, it was already considered a good thing.
However, as the leader of the sect, Buddha's injuries were not serious, which gave him a strong sense of crisis. After thinking about it, he decided to seek guidance for the next step of the sect through the Buddhist Wooden Wheel.
The thought was made.
After completing his purification, the Buddha took out the clean cloth and spread it on the ground in front of him.
Then he took out a red cloth bag from the side of the Buddha statue, untied the knot, and poured out the "Zhancha Mulan" one after another, which was not exactly the same shape.
Immediately, the three types of wooden wheels were divided into three piles and arranged neatly.
In the first round, there are ten stars.
The second round shows three stars.
The third round has six stars.
Take out a pen and paper and write what you want on the paper.
After making these preparations, the Buddha stood up, offered incense and worshiped the Buddha according to the ritual procedures, then knelt down and recited silently:
"Disciple Yuantong, I have something to ask the Buddha for instructions..."
After reciting silently, the fat monk picked up the third set of wooden wheels in sequence, closed them with both hands, and threw them flatly on the cloth.
After finishing everything, Buddha lowered his head and stared at the traces on the cloth, interpreted it in a low voice, and then was stunned.
…
…
Between some mountains.
A tomb-like mound made of soil suddenly shook, black cracks appeared on the surface, and streams of turbid air spewed out.
Then, a hand suddenly popped out of the earthen bag, its fingers spread wide, and the air was pulled.
The soil rolled down in all directions, and a tall and thin "Mountain Moving" Taoist wearing a tattered gray robe and gray hair crawled out little by little.
His face, which was once full of energy, was now as gray as a dead person.
His eyes were slightly dull, and he sat down for a long time.
It wasn't until a wisp of illusory soul fell from the sky and poured into the mud ball that his eyes gradually gathered their divine light.
Breathing heavily for a moment, Taoist Moving Mountain gradually returned to the appearance of a living person, stood up slowly, stared at the mountains in the distance with lingering fear, and muttered in a low voice:
"Star Officer."
Immediately, Taoist Banshan did not dare to wait any longer, identified the direction, and stood up.
He made a seal with his hands and turned into a wisp of smoke, quickly escaping towards the northeast of Yuhang.
…
Yin Yang Academy, Star Observation Deck.
Xie Wensheng was carefree, sitting cross-legged, drinking wine and eating meat. Suddenly, he saw only a few stars in front of him condensed into Qin Tianjianzheng, wearing a strange robe, with white beard and hair, and a gentle temperament.
"Hiccup." Xie Wensheng burped, his eyebrows drooping:
"came back?"
Qin Tianjian was frowning and looking at him helplessly:
"After all, you are also an ancient strong man who is qualified to return from history. Why have you failed like this?"
Xie Wensheng laughed and didn't care:
"Everyone in the world has rolled me up to lie down alone. You only think that me lying down is decadent, but why don't you say that those 'progressives' all die faster than anyone else? If my guess is correct, there are some movements in the southern mountains. Was it done by the 'Reborn Ones'? How many died this time?
Alas, people who have died once, how come they still don’t know how precious life is? According to the words invented by the great master of Zhou Dynasty, which is the current version, the harder you work, the faster you will die. "
Jian Zheng was speechless for a moment and stared at him with strange eyes.
I'm a little unsure whether this guy from the Xiaoyao Sect has a lack of brains or is a fool.
Xie Wensheng suddenly said:
"Speaking of which, what happened to Ji Ping'an? I feel like there are so many secrets about him. As a supervisor, are you really not curious?"
Jian Zheng turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the vast gray sky, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"I can't see his fate clearly."
…
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