The leaves in the deep forest were rustling, and the chirping of birds was even quieter. Qi Yu and Qi Huan walked towards the temporary camp without saying a word, keeping their distance.
Qi Yu saw a group of birds flying overhead and sighed secretly. When did the child who used to follow him disappear when he was young? He was speechless and asked, "Will the remaining south wind forces unite?" Get up and change the clue?"
Jingyao has a weak foundation and now nominally controls all of Nanfeng's territory, but there are still many sects and organizations that recognize the Jingyao dynasty but do not respect it as the main force.
Jing Yao can only be friendly with them now. When it comes to fighting for opportunities, Jing Yao is not qualified to tell them what to do. They should fight for their own personal opportunities. If they can get clues from Zhan Changfeng, it will be theirs too. thing.
As for the forces that are completely affiliated with Jing Yao, there is no need to know any clues, just be there to help Jing Yao when the time comes.
"Those forces are searching very hard, how can they exchange millions of spiritual stones for a piece of vague news?"
The forest fell into silence again, but fortunately the camp was already in sight.
On their way back, Fu Wenbo took the contract and sat in front of Zhan Changfeng again, "Marquis Linyao, please take a look."
After Zhan Changfeng saw it, he stamped his name and completed the transaction.
"How much does Military Master Fu know about the ancient wizard spirits?"
Fu Wenbo said, "The witch spirit was the leader of the tribe in ancient times. It is said that he can understand the will of heaven and communicate with the gods."
"Is that all?" Zhan Changfeng thought of the Ten Thousand Volumes Tower in the wilderness. There are many ancient books hidden in the building, but about the ancient times, there are only a few words on the surface. Neither King Jingyao nor King Jingyao discovered the purpose of the two stone statues. It seems that they did not know the secrets of the witch spirits' sacrifices and invitations to gods.
She had read some of the high priest's memories and had some understanding of that ancient era. This understanding was also broad and did not specify how they descended to earth to perform miracles and how they communicated with tribal wizards. She could find out about the two stone statues. The effect is actually a mistake.
But that didn't stop her from making it up.
Zhan Changfeng said seriously, "Witch spirits worship gods and invite gods. First they have to go to the divine path. If they want to go to the divine path, it's easy. They just need to light the candle given by the gods."
"...Huh?" Fu Wenbo was listening attentively, but suddenly there was no sound. He opened his eyes wide, surprised and confused, "Then what?"
"There is no more."
"No, this, this." He stood up suddenly, sighing sullenly, neither up nor down. He took two hurried steps, calmed down, and saluted Zhan Changfeng, "I would like to ask Marquis Linyao to tell me where the candle is. place."
She had been able to bring a temple to life before, so she must have been on the divine path.
"Why are you so anxious, Master Fu? I won't tell you if you are anxious." Zhan Changfeng said, "You don't have the capital to exchange it."
"Marquis Linyao still wants the spirit stone?" Fu Wenbo was almost sure that the bright candle was in her hand, but it was too difficult for her to take it out. Even if she had to use some means to plan, she couldn't do it in a short time. come over.
"It's useless to have too many spiritual stones." Zhan Changfeng said with a smile, "One of my hobbies in life is to study things I don't know. I thought I found the temple ruins and could have a good look at ancient culture. Who would have thought that there would be nothing inside or outside the temple? It has no characteristics, there are no ancient scriptures, and there are no murals and reliefs. I can’t even tell which god this temple is dedicated to.”
She examined Fu Wenbo's expression and said, "I will only lend the candle to people who have important documents from the temple."
Fu Wenbo pondered undecided, and Ercai seemed to have made up his mind, "Donglin has some artifacts about the temple, but I can't make the decision. Marquis Linyao will visit Donglin someday, and maybe he can observe a few things. ."
He already felt that he was stretched thin when facing this person. It was better to waste his time and wait until he got out of the secret realm, and then discuss it with the prince in the long term. With the power of the prince, he could solve the current predicament.
Anyway, he is not sure about opening the temple this time. Once he is fully prepared, he can fight for it in the next fifty years.
Fu Wenbo's decision was unexpected.
Whether the temple can be opened or not is completely uncertain. She knows too little about this temple, and everything she does is just speculation. She needs to see the past information before she can build a general outline.
The sky was getting dark, Zhan Changfeng put away the case, and was about to go to the Yuanmu Crystal Mine, but he looked sideways, and saw a little light getting closer, and the true Lord Guangcheng shone faintly, as if he was dressed in moonlight, emerging from the depths of the forest. Come everywhere.
"Zhenjun Yaxing traveled here, or is it for the temple?"
"Most things in the world are ambiguous. Only life or death has a definite answer."
"Only those who cannot see clearly about life and death will care about life and death."
Guangcheng Zhenjun stroked his white beard hanging down his chest, his eyes reflected the lonely and independent Zhan Changfeng, his wrinkles gradually deepened, and his smile appeared. He was like a Linyao Marquis, his demeanor was calm and undisturbed, he could do shocking things, and he could With its light, with its dust, hidden in Xuantong.
"I need to enter the temple."
"Zhenjun is so frank, and I am also frank. I advise Zhenjun to find another way, because the clues I have here are incomplete. Even if you get the information from me, you cannot open it."
Zhan Changfeng smiled casually, "I brought up the selling news just as a way to escape. After all, many monks had me in mind at that time. I don't want to face endless temptations and embarrassments in or out of the secret realm. ."
"Does Marquis Linyao think that human nature is inherently evil? Then how can you tell me the truth so carelessly?"
"It doesn't matter whether I tell you or not. The clues are real, and the clues are also real. I have made it clear to everyone. They will believe that I did miss the chance of the temple because of my move to sell the clues, and they will also Therefore, there is less hostility towards me. If the price is clearly marked and it can be obtained openly, most people will not take the risk to snatch it. If they want to snatch it, they have to worry about the buyers behind me."
"On the other hand, if I stubbornly refused to reveal all the information from the beginning, I'm afraid I would really be worried by most people and cause a lot of trouble."
"I'm not sure whether nature is inherently evil, but I'm sure that nature is always evil. The difference is just big evil and small evil. Obvious evil. Secret evil. Especially for creatures with higher cultivation level, evil tends to be infinitely small. Towards infinity, they will look at the creatures who are worse than themselves with tolerance and kindness, and perhaps forgive their stupidity and ignorance, teach their virtues, and allow their Dharma images to be worshiped high."
"But these people will also compete with each other for opportunities in the name of Tao. The power they may accidentally release will annihilate the creatures they once watched kindly. Then they sigh, naturally forget about it, and comfort themselves that it is just It’s just dust on the road.”
The moonlight reflected on the side of her face, making her look like a real moon fairy. She did not make impassioned speeches, but stated her opinions slowly and calmly, but it was like a thorn piercing into the heart of Guangcheng Zhenjun. .
