The next day, at dawn.
On a smaller bamboo building in Miao Village, Miao Shijin sat in front of a small bamboo table, holding his chin with one hand, staring blankly at the figure sitting cross-legged on the top of the tallest tree.
In her eyes, the morning mist, big trees, bamboo forests, flying birds, and young people together formed a harmonious picture.
The early morning mist lingered among the mountains and forests. Jiang Yan was sitting cross-legged on a tall ancient tree, swaying gently with the sway of the tree, as if he had become one with the tree.
His eyes were closed and his face was calm, as if he was listening to the singing of the wind and the whispering of the leaves. The bright sun penetrated the layers of clouds and sprinkled on his young face, reflecting a faint golden color.
His hands were gently placed on his knees, as if he held some deep power, and his breath was even and deep, as if he was absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. The surrounding air seemed to flow with his breathing, forming tiny vortices.
As the sun emerges, a purple mist slowly rises from the horizon, as if separated from the dawn light on the horizon. Jiang Yan, who was sitting cross-legged on the treetop, seemed to feel the surge of air. His body trembled slightly, as if he was resonating with it.
Taking a deep breath, a wisp of purple energy blended into his body along with his breath.
At this moment, the surrounding birdsong, the rustling of the wind through the leaves, and the echo in the distant valley all seemed to accompany him. At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, leaving only the conversation between him and heaven and earth.
After an unknown amount of time, his body suddenly trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.
In his opened eyes, golden, blue, and purple lights intertwined and flowed smoothly.
He stood up, jumped lightly, and floated down, leaving only the tall old tree and the birds, witnessing the miracle of this moment.
Looking at Jiang Yan's floating figure in Grandma Miao's slightly cloudy eyes, she seemed to be seeing a god!
When Jiang Yan fell to the ground, Wu Zhize asked uncertainly, "Mr. Jiang, just...were you absorbing the purple energy from the east to practice?"
"Yes." Jiang Yan nodded, as if thinking of the hardships of Taoist Qingyang's journey to seek enlightenment, and said slowly:
"In the Age of Dharma Ending, it is so difficult to practice Taoism. The spiritual energy has almost disappeared. The purple energy coming from the east should be the greatest gift from heaven and earth to the ascetics."
"That's what Mr. Jiang said." Wu Zhize's head was slightly lowered, and the shock in his eyes was no less horrified than yesterday when he saw Jiang Yan's eyes open and get rid of the ghost.
Purple energy comes from the east, that is purple energy coming from the east!
As far as he knew, the monastic circle he came into contact with was considered to be the top monastic circle in the alliance, but the people in the circle only knew about the purple energy from the east, and they had never heard anyone say who could use it. Come east to practice purple energy.
Is this Mr. Jiang’s background bigger than I thought?
Could it come from those aristocratic families or sects that have been hiding from the world for hundreds of years?
Jiang Yan looked at Miao Shijin who walked a few steps in front of him and seemed to be hesitant about what to say. He chuckled and said, "Xiao Jin, what's wrong?"
Miao Shijin raised his head and said weakly: "Brother Jiang Yan, I'm wondering if you can let Yang Bi go if you encounter the same situation as yesterday again."
Looking at Jiang Yan's unresponsive gaze, she quickly continued: "I... I'm not saying that brother Jiang Yan shouldn't kill him, but I feel that killing him will inevitably lead to revenge from the Yang family and the Black Witch Cult. Even if Brother Jiang Yan is not afraid of the Yang family, but the Black Witch Cult is extremely powerful."
Jiang Yan looked at Miao Shijin and sighed softly. The little girl still didn't understand the sinister nature of people's hearts.
He could obviously escape with her yesterday, so why did he force Wu Zhize and others to wait for Yang Ben at the same place?
You can obviously kill the ghosts directly with your sword, why do you need to use the magical power that is one of your trump cards?
Why do we need to kill Yang Ben when we can obviously avoid making a big enmity with the Yang family and the Black Witch Cult?
It wasn't that Jiang Yan was showing off deliberately, but just to intimidate Wu Zhize and his party.
"Xiao Jin, you are wrong!" Jiang Yan said seriously:
"Have you ever thought that Yang Ben, who has spent more than ten years on you and spent countless resources, would really let go of you, a humanoid tonic that is extremely important to him?"
"I can't always protect you. If I'm not here and you are captured by Yang Ben, do you know what consequences you will face?"
"This..." Miao Shijin was stunned: "The demon seed and Xuanyin energy should be extracted, and part of my essence will also be taken away?"
Jiang Yan shook his head and said, "It would be great if that were the case. However, Yang Ben lost a lot of blood essence yesterday, how will he replenish it?"
"After capturing you, it will not only absorb the demon seeds and Xuanyin energy in your body, but also completely extract your essence and even your flesh and blood. In the end, you can only watch yourself become a withered skeleton."
"Ah!" Miao Shijin covered his mouth and screamed, his eyes full of fear.
"So, do you still think I should let him go?" Jiang Yan said softly, with a stern look on his face.
Before Miao Shijin could answer, Jiang Yan said calmly:
"Yang Ben is dead, so for you, the demon seed is no longer a deadly poison, but a good medicine that feeds yourself. Now, you need to make a decision. Do you want to continue practicing? Or do you want to be safe? Live your life peacefully?”
"The world of spiritual practice is huge, but it also has risks you can't imagine. Ordinary people don't have special skills, but they may not be unable to live a stable and happy life."
"Practice! Xiao Jin must continue to practice!" Miao Shitian jumped out from the side with his bandaged arm and said hurriedly.
"Cultivation of Taoism is not about martial arts. Cultivation of the mind is a vital link. Therefore, even if you are the closest person to Miao Shijin, it is best not to make decisions for him without authorization."
After hearing Jiang Yan's words, Miao Shitian was too anxious to speak casually.
"Xiao Jin, you..." Grandma Miao looked up and saw Jiang Yan's cold eyes, and she could no longer say the rest.
Miao Shijin looked at the ground in front of him and remained silent.
indeed! This choice is not that easy for a fifteen or sixteen year old girl.
"Xiao Jin, how about..." Miao Shitian looked at Miao Shijin's silence and thought she was in trouble.
"I choose to continue practicing." Miao Shijin raised his head and looked at Jiang Yan and said very firmly.
Ordinary people live their lives peacefully?
hehe! That's just self-deception out of desperation!
"you sure?"
"I'm sure! I want to continue practicing." Miao Shijin answered affirmatively again.
"Okay. With your current qualifications, it would be a pity not to continue practicing Taoism." After a pause, Jiang Yan continued:
"If you want to stay here, I think Patriarch Wu would be happy to teach you how to practice; or, I can help you ask a fellow Taoist to see if he is interested in accepting you as a disciple?"
"Miss Miao, I, the Wu family, am willing to devote all my resources to help you practice." Wu Zhize hurriedly interrupted and said loudly.
"Thank you, Patriarch Wu." Miao Shijin nodded to Wu Zhize, then looked at Jiang Yan and said, "Brother Jiang Yan, I want to know who the senior you are talking about is..."
"That senior's Taoist name is Qingyang, he is a direct descendant of the Taoist sect, and his realm is foundation building."
As soon as Jiang Yan finished speaking, Wu Zhize said in shock: "Building a foundation? In the Age of Dharma End, there are actually fellow Taoists who have already built a foundation?"
Grandma Miao also shouted excitedly: "Xiao Jin, please promise Mr. Jiang, hurry up!"
