Zhushan is a remote place in West Luzhou. There are only a few low-level new gangs left, which are worse than the Yunxiao Sect.
Xue Tong lived in the tea garden for a year, and his reputation gradually spread.
He rarely appeared in public and only visited the Taoist temple once.
Li Dacheng said what he had been holding back for a long time and said it carefully, "Fellow Taoists from hundreds of miles around want to meet the senior."
"You make arrangements and invite everyone to eat cakes and tea during the Mid-Autumn Festival and enjoy the bright moon together."
"The Taoist temple has been in disrepair for a long time. It's time for repairs. Let's do both at the same time." Xue Tong handed the bag of spirit stones and said.
"Yes, thank you, Taoist Priest, for your kindness!"
Li Dacheng responded obediently.
Xue Zongtong Trail View, a two-story wooden house covered with dust in a dilapidated courtyard, caught his attention.
"The old academy is full of gods, ghosts, and interesting anecdotes."
"Oh, nothing happened. Xue borrowed it for a look."
"Senior, just take it." Li Dacheng got hundreds of thousands of new spiritual stones, but he still cares about the old books that no one has read for many years.
Xue Tong spent two days looking through books and took away thousands of them to read slowly.
Seemingly useless information may come in handy one day.
…
August 15th, full moon Mid-Autumn Festival.
The osmanthus trees are fragrant, the bright moon hangs quietly in the valley, and the soft light is like mercury pouring down the ground.
Five tables were set up in the Zhushan Taoist Temple. They were filled with rare and exotic fruits and exquisite pastries, all of which were the best things available within hundreds of miles.
Xue Tong toasted tea and had a good time with the gang leaders.
These people were of little use to him, they just gave him a feeling of being a country squire and benefiting the community.
Xue Tong selected some martial arts skills and magic weapons picked up during the battle between the demon clan, and gave them to Xuanmen present.
The Xuanmen leader flattered him and said good things to him.
Xue Tong responded calmly. He was not a person who liked to listen to flattery and just wanted to live a normal and peaceful life.
But it all came to nothing within a few months.
…
Tea garden backyard.
In the backyard, which rarely had visitors, two monks in black clothes came.
One of them actually became a heavenly being!
The Grandmaster's entourage knocked on the closed courtyard door.
Xue Tong was greatly surprised when he came out of the cave.
"Taoist Master Xue, I am a monk under the command of the Martial Saint Hou Qingdan. I would like to ask the Taoist Master to go to Xia Mountain to talk about it." Heavenly Man Yan Sihai said.
Xue Tong was shocked!
Hou Qingdan was one of the Three Saints in the Ningyang War. Two years later, could it be that after Hedu fell, Hou Qingdan crossed west and came to this remote place?
"Hou Sheng...Xiashan?" Xue Tong said to himself.
"Well, Xiashan Mountain is Mingshan Mountain. Hou Sheng changed the name of the mountain and rebuilt the Xiashan Sect."
"Hedu has fallen?" Xue Tong murmured.
"What, Xue Daoyou is from Donglu?"
Yan Sihai was surprised and happy.
"Yeah" Xue Tong nodded.
"Hedu fell a few months ago, with millions of casualties and countless civilians. Hou Sheng was forced to move westward and chose this barren mountainous area with the intention of reviving his army."
"This area is far away from the Yanhe River and there is no big city. Even if the demon clan crosses the river, the war will not burn Xiashan Mountain for a while."
"Since my fellow Taoist is from Donglu, it's even better. Let's pack it up and follow me to see the Holy King." Yan Sihai said.
He was ordered to go out and inquire about the Qianli area of Xiashan Mountain. He unexpectedly learned that there were heavenly monks in Zhushan Mountain, and he didn't expect that they were Donglu people!
"Well, you two, please wait in the front yard."
Xue Tong sealed the underground palace and collected the elixir.
I am going to Xiaoshan now, and I don’t know when I will be able to return. Listening to Yan Sihai’s words, it is a great opportunity for Hou Qingdan to be protected by Hou Qingdan at the right time, relying on the Xiashan Sect!
"How many heavenly monks are there in your sect?" Xue Tong asked.
"You'll find out when you get there, don't ask too much." Yan Sihai said lukewarmly.
"Oh, it was Xue who was reckless!"
Xue Tong handed over the tea garden to the Taoist temple for management, and the duck boat followed Yan Sihai.
The mountain gradually becomes steeper, and in front of it is a 600-700-foot "peak" towering among the mountains.
Xia Shan!
Dozens of buildings, large and small, are under intensive construction. The size of the main hall is at least half that of the Xiaguang Hall in Donglu.
"It seems that Hou Qingdan is also unsure and keeps a low profile." Xue Tong thought.
…
In the inner hall, on the two jade steps, there is a large violet jade main seat, ten golden waxstone chairs on the left and right, the beams and columns are carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the hall is complete with incense burners and ornaments.
"I have informed the Holy King, fellow Taoist, please wait patiently." Yan Sihai pointed to the stone chair at the end and sat opposite Xue Tong.
Xue Tong felt uneasy and wondered whether Hou Qingdan would disturb his mind.
For Hou Qingdan, he was similar to Xue Tong, who usually didn't have any evil thoughts when he met his master.
After all, it's too far apart.
Xue Tongping calmed down and waited with peace of mind.
…
A man and a woman entered the inner hall.
The man is described as wretched, with yellow teeth, and is in the middle stage of heavenly cultivation; the woman is in the early stage of heavenly life, with a scarlet dress, a round face, a plump figure, half-exposed breasts, eye-popping buttocks, and a pair of big, straight eyes. Nisheng Niqi flirts with the wretched man while walking.
Xue Tong felt nauseated.
Yan Sihai pretended not to see it at all, stood up and bowed and said: "Hi Taoist Sha, Fairy Haitang!"
Xue Tong suddenly felt goosebumps, pretending that nothing happened, and said politely: "It's a pleasure to meet you two Taoist priests."
Sha Bangkang and Wu Haitang nodded to Yan Sihai and ignored Xue Tong.
Sitting next to Yan Sihai, he reluctantly broke away from his eyes and his behavior returned to normal.
Xue Tong secretly laughed: "As for that, why does Xiashan Sect still have such a living treasure!"
After a moment, three more people stepped through the palace door.
A young man who looks like a scholar, fair-skinned, and in the late stage of cultivation as a deity; a middle-aged Taoist priest who is neither tall nor short at the same level; a slender monk with a solemn expression in the middle stage.
Xue Tong's greeting was responded to, and the three of them nodded and smiled, sitting next to Xue Tong.
In the end, the two of them were good-looking and accomplished in cultivation. One was calm and powerful, while the other had a red face and soft eyes.
Under Hou Qingdan's command, the number of heavenly beings is now less than half of what it was before the demon clan invaded.
…
The red-faced monk stood up first, and almost at the same time, Xue Tong felt the fluctuation of spiritual pressure outside the side door.
Wu Shenghou Qingdan!
Hou Qingdan has the temperament of a beautiful woman in her thirties, with a captivating appearance and figure. With a hint of fatigue on her face, she motioned for everyone to sit down.
His eyes turned and his eyes fell on Xue Tong.
Others also looked over.
Xue Tong's face was hot and he looked down at the tips of his shoes.
"Sihai said there was a newcomer from Donglu, but he was so shy." Hou Qingdan said.
"I am afraid to see the Holy King!" Xue Tong stood up again and said respectfully.
"Sit down, no need to be formal. What is your surname? Where are you from? Where were you during the battle of Donglu?" Hou Qingdan asked.
Xue Tong had already thought of his words, "Junior Xue Sheng, a native of Liangping. After the fall of Liangping, he hid at the foot of Yanhe Mountain. He was lucky enough to be promoted to heaven. Later, he learned about the fall of Ningyang and fled westward."
Hou Qingdan's eyebrows flashed with hatred, "Well, the monster destroyed my home and made all the people in Donglu miserable!"
"Yeah," Xue Tong didn't dare to say anything.
"Are you willing to join the Xiashan Sect?"
"This junior is what I wish for. Being able to serve the Holy King is my blessing for three lifetimes."
"Entering the sect requires approval first. I intend to send someone to Xilu Miao Gao Sect to express my intention to form a good relationship. If you succeed, you will become an official elder." After Hou Qingdan finished speaking, he slowly glanced at the inner hall, as if asking for advice. opinions of others.
"The junior will definitely bring the senior's wishes to Miao Gao Mountain!" Xue Tong said.
"Holy King, Xue Sheng has just entered heaven. He seems to be lacking in the level of Miao Gao Zong, which makes Miao Gao Zong feel that my king does not pay enough attention to him." Scholar Wu Yi said.
"Yes, Xue Sheng has little qualifications and insufficient cultivation. He is laughed at and ignored. If he ruins the Holy King's affairs, it will be extremely difficult to remedy." Wu Haitang was the lowest, but he stepped on Xue Tong.
"The Miao Gao Sect is only considered a middle-level Taoist sect in Xulu. How can I not take it seriously when I send a special envoy from heaven to deliver a message?"
"But what you said makes sense, Bangkang. Just try Xue Sheng's cultivation." Hou Qingdan said.
"Yes, Jinkang will use his four powers to try Xue Xiaoyou." Sha Jinkang said with a smile.
"Okay, please give me some advice from Taoist Sha!" Xue Tong straightened his body and sat firmly.
The two of them were three feet apart. Sha Jinkang was chanting the magic formula, and a golden sword floated in the air, slowly grew in size, and stabbed Xue Tong on the shoulder.
Xue Tong flicked the ice beads with his fingers, blocking the way of the golden sword.
The ice beads rotated very fast, and only a silver shadow as big as a millstone could be seen, and the beads could not be seen clearly.
"Chichi~"
The silver shadow sneered loudly, and its momentum completely overwhelmed the silent golden sword.
Most of the heavenly beings in the hall moved their eyebrows slightly.
Sha Jinkang gritted his teeth lightly, and the golden sword suddenly shot out, piercing the silver shadow heavily.
"boom"
Two colors of light exploded, and gold and silver threads flew around.
After a while, the void returned to normal.
"Master Sha accepts the offer!" Xue Tong said in a gentle tone.
When he first arrived at Xia Mountain, he must not be too weak. He deliberately turned the ice beads wildly to steal Sha Jinkang's limelight, causing him to become angry and use his six successful powers, which were enough to injure most early-stage heavenly beings.
Xue Tong was equally matched with him, and his cultivation performance was definitely not ordinary in his early stage.
Of course, all this cannot escape Hou Qingdan's eyes.
There are basically a number of high-ranking heavenly beings in the palace.
"Xue Xiaoyou's cultivation is stronger than expected. Next time he takes the exam, Sha will have to use 20% more strength."
Sha Jinkang looked for the steps and said with a smile.
"Well, Jinkang showed mercy, Xue Sheng performed outstandingly, I saw the right person right."
"Sihai, you arrange a place to live. Xue will be sent as an envoy the day after tomorrow, and he will ride six bicycles."
Hou Qingdan smiled half-heartedly and glanced at Xue Tong.
Xue Tong was heartbroken, not sure if Hou Qingdan had seen through his great concealment of his cultivation.
…
Xue Tong is the elder of Xiashan Sect and the special envoy of Hou Qingdan.
If he returns in vain and fails to retrieve the documents signed by Miao Gao Zong, his identity will no longer exist and he will not be able to stay in Xia Mountain.
Yan Sihai sent a letter and arranged for a camel carriage to be escorted by the Sixth Master's horse-riding beast.
The journey is twelve thousand miles.
The Xiashan Sect specially arranged the event to inform passers-by.
Xue Tong's mood was extremely complicated.
The biggest component was excitement, to actually become a monk under the Martial Saint, it was like a dream!
