Wang Jingzhu was overjoyed. "Can you please introduce me to Senior Brother Xuanyang?"
Xuanyangzi said: "Cihangzhai, I can recommend you to Miss Wang. Cihangzhai are all female cultivators, and you should be able to chat with them. However, they have a cold temperament and always say that they have no desires and demands. I’m afraid it will be difficult for them to sell their ancestral property.”
Wang Jingzhu recalled that there was indeed no one from Cihangzhai in Xiaosheng's trading book. Well, there seemed to be no disciples of the Tianhong Tantric Sect.
"Where is the Tianhong Tantric Sect?"
"Tianhong Tantric Sect is the dojo of Tianhong God. I heard that all the disciples with excellent talents have been taken to the upper world, and only the old, weak, sick and disabled are left in the sect. They have stopped teaching since ten years ago. Out of the canopy formation."
"Senior Brother Xuanyang, what do you mean, the canopy formation is still open?"
"Yes! The Sky Curtain Formation relies on the power of heaven to operate. It is the only peerless formation that does not require the consumption of spiritual crystals. It is also the only mountain-protecting formation that is still in operation today."
Wang Jingzhu drooled.
want to!
really want!
Must get it!
"Senior Brother Xuanyang, with such a strange formation, why didn't the Heavenly Rainbow Esoteric Sect take away this formation when it took away its outstanding disciples?"
"Perhaps this formation cannot be taken out once it is laid?" Seeing Wang Jingzhu's disappointed expression, Xuanyangzi immediately changed his words and said, "Or maybe, the upper realm of Tianhong Tantric Sect has a better mountain-protecting formation, and there is no shortage of this canopy formation. ?”
Lord Tianhong? Wang Jingzhu immediately thought of this god.
This is a charming old man who likes to wear red and green.
He is a loyal supporter of Haotian and doesn't give much face to Emperor Lietian.
Wang Jingzhu had only seen this god once, in Haotian Palace. At that time, she accompanied the Queen of Heaven to the Haotian Palace, and happened to encounter the Lord Tianhong playing chess with the master of the Haotian Palace, the Lord Fusheng.
When she saw Lord Tianhong dressed like a coquettish bitch, she couldn't help laughing and was knocked on the forehead by the old man.
Thinking about it to this day, Wang Jingzhu still feels a dull pain in her forehead.
"Senior Brother Xuanyang," Wang Jingzhu said, "God Tianhong has always been kind. I personally think that it is more likely that he ordered the Sky Curtain Array to stay and continue to protect the old, weak, sick and disabled in the sect. Alas, it seems that it can't be bought. "
Xuanyangzi stared at Wang Jingzhu in surprise: Does this mean that she is also very familiar with the Lord Tianhong? She is not from the fairy world, but from the heaven?
Xuanyangzi became more determined to hold Wang Jingzhu tightly and decided to try harder. "I'm going to make a trip for Miss Wang. What if they agree to sell it again?"
"Okay, I'll take the trouble of Senior Brother Xuanyang to go there. In addition, can you please send a disciple to Cihangzhai for me? It's still the old rule. When you get there, buy a house for me... …”
Xuanyangzi nodded hurriedly. "Okay. However, we have to fly for several months to get to Tianhong Tantric Sect. Miss Wang, you have to wait for me for a while."
"I can lend you Lanlan."
The Blue-feathered Thunder Eagle, the spirit beast of the Yuling Sect, has been following Wang Jingzhu since he was fed the spirit crystal by Wang Jingzhu. Yulingzong finally had to give it to Wang Jingzhu.
Wang Jingzhu named it "Lanlan" and has been keeping it in the Luoyun City house.
After receiving a large supply of spiritual crystals, this blue-feathered thunder eagle made a breakthrough in its cultivation and regained its vitality. Its speed was three times that of a Golden Core monk flying with a sword.
Most Yulingzong disciples are familiar with Lan Lan, and it is easy to control them.
Lan Lan was originally the person in charge of Xiaosheng's arrangements to stay and guard the Luoyun City house. Wang Jingzhu "lent" him to Xuanyangzi, so she had no choice but to ask Xuanyangzi to send another Jindan-level disciple to help her guard the house.
Guarding the house is secondary, the main thing is to see that the Lingmi porridge shed is not disturbed or even robbed.
After sending Xuanyangzi and Lanlan away, Wang Jingzhu hid in the void, looked around, and found that the neighbors around his house had become immortal cultivators, and the original neighbors had disappeared.
There was a long queue of people in front of the Lingmi porridge shed. Many of them had come from very far away, and their clothes were ragged and dusty.
A man with patches on his clothes received the porridge. He didn’t drink it himself. Instead, he packed it in a jar and sealed it in layers. He said he wanted to take it home to his old mother to drink. The old mother had been ill for a long time and had not recovered. I heard that this spiritual rice porridge is very tonic. Maybe she will be fine after drinking the porridge.
A well-built man quietly moved to the back of the line, but was still noticed. "This is porridge given by immortals to poor and sick people. You don't look like a sick person, nor are you a poor person. Why are you so shy and asking for porridge? Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
The strong man blushed and explained: "I'm here to help my grandpa get it. My grandpa is sick and can't afford to go to bed."
"I hope you are telling the truth. Listen carefully, if someone who is not in urgent need drinks this spiritual rice porridge, not only will his health not get better, but he will also get worse. Do you understand?"
The strong man hesitated for a moment, whispered a few words, strengthened his belief, and did not leave the team.
The ordinary people around him didn't hear what he muttered clearly, but Wang Jingzhu heard it clearly. What he said was: I must be sick, my brain is not good.
Wang Jingzhu almost laughed out loud. He worked hard for a bowl of spiritual rice porridge, but he was willing to admit that he was mentally ill.
She had no idea who spread the rumor that "people who are not in urgent need will become worse after drinking spiritual rice porridge".
However, if a healthy person drinks such a bowl of spiritual rice porridge, it will have little effect.
This spiritual rice porridge is only a ten-year-old spiritual rice variety and does not contain much spiritual power. One bowl or two of it can make the sick feel energetic, but it cannot make the healthy people stronger.
Wang Jingzhu was very pleased to see that most of the healthy people did not come to grab the spiritual rice porridge.
While she was feeling happy, she heard a voice. "Ten bowls for the old man!"
"Senior Daoxin, are you here again to collect porridge for the old, weak, sick and disabled in those remote mountainous areas? How about giving you a few more bowls?" the porridge disciple joked with a smile.
"Ten bowls!" The old Taoist looked calm, as if there were no waves in an ancient well.
Wang Jingzhu looked at this old Taoist carefully, and he seemed to have a bit of a Taoist spirit.
She originally intended to recruit some people in Jiyue Continent. If this old Taoist really came to collect porridge for the poor, it would be worth recruiting.
She followed the old man to see if he was consistent with his words and deeds.
Daoxin's speed was very fast, but not as fast as Wang Jingzhu's Xingyu Tassel.
The star feather tassels spread out, quivering like butterfly wings and as fast as lightning.
She used the space movement technique, and she was high in the clouds, thousands of meters away from Daoxin, but Daoxin never found her.
After flying for half a day, Daoxin stopped on a hillside.
On the hillside, there are some low thatched houses dotted here and there. Seeing the message coming, people knelt down and worshiped.
Dao Xin, without saying a word, used his spiritual power to absorb the spiritual rice porridge and fed it to the old, weak, sick and pregnant among these people. After feeding, he turned around and flew away.
This scene reminded Wang Jingzhu of the scene of feeding pigeons in the square, and she felt a little unhappy.
This old man is caring, but disrespectful.
Wang Jingzhu turned around and flew away. After flying for a while, she felt something was wrong. In the world of immortality, the weak prey on the strong, and the strong are respected. How could she ask a monk to respect ordinary people?
After figuring it out, Wang Jingzhu hurriedly turned back to chase.
"Fellow Taoist, please stay."
(End of chapter)
