"Too tired."
"Too tired, too tired, too tired."
Jumu Tianjun has been in seclusion for thirty years, and the first thing he said after coming out of seclusion was such a meaningless sentence.
Master Piyue had been waiting aside for a long time, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and he didn't even dare to take a breath.
Although these two people are nominally the main and deputy masters of the Jumu Temple, this is actually the first time they have met.
Jumu Tianjun is a thin, listless young man with a piece of red cloth covering his eyes.
Master Piyue was a tall, strong, middle-aged martial Taoist priest with a sparse top of his head like a goose egg.
Jumu was wearing a black robe and was sitting crookedly. Piyue was wearing a black robe and was standing upright.
No matter how you look at it, I think they should switch identities.
But the first law of the immortal world is to never judge a person by his appearance. If you have to judge a person by his appearance, then the weirder the person looks and the more unconventional he is, the less you should mess with him.
In fact, Jumu Tianjun, as one of the "Ten Consciousness Lords" of Huanjiao, not only has a rank and status that far exceeds that of Piyue, but his age is probably several times that of Piyue.
Biyue has only been here for fifteen years, and Jumu has never seen anyone since he went into seclusion thirty years ago.
"Are you Biyue sent by the sect?" Jumu Tianjun yawned, "Have you noticed the thunder method last night?"
Piyue stepped forward and performed a great ceremony, and answered truthfully: "Hui Tianjun, I have sent people to check. It is indeed Lei Fa, but it is not from our sect, nor from Jie's sect. It is even from Yeluzisan." Repaired.”
"Is that some thunder magic weapon?" The Giant-Eyed Heavenly Lord was looking at his fingernails with the two eyes painted on the red cloth.
Although Pi Yue had heard about all the weird things about this Heavenly Lord, he still felt a little unspeakably frightened when he actually saw him and talked to him face to face like this.
Piyue's voice weakened: "It's not..."
The eyes on the giant red cloth seemed to be alive, falling on Piyue's bright head, "Then the nine-day thunder fell by itself?"
"Yes, it did fall on his own, but some people also saw that it was a young boy who pointed his finger in the sky to attract the thunder."
"What about this young man? Have you caught him? Bring him here and let me take a look."
"No... I didn't catch him. Someone took the first step and intercepted him. Later, he followed the disciples of our sect to Wan Mountain."
"You went to Wan Mountain? Did you go to that old boy Ci Huan's alchemy room?"
"Exactly. Tianjun, I have sent people to check this young man named Lu Ran. He is not even a casual cultivator. He is a waste of cultivating immortals. He just happened to be acquainted with Fairy He..."
Jumu Tianjun waved his hand to indicate that Piyue didn't need to say any more, and then the eyes on the red cloth blinked and turned, and said: "Okay, I'll leave some words for later. Now, go and help me. Three important things.”
"The first thing is to find a beautiful woman and ask for a virgin."
"The second most important thing is to call He Dusu from the Eight Immortals Gathering."
"The third most important thing is to help me block that Sword Immortal Xu Fang, don't let him come looking for me."
Piyue touched his bare forehead and wanted to ask something more, but saw that the eyes on the red cloth had been closed as Jumu finished speaking.
Piyue opened her mouth wide, but in the end she just said "obey", then bowed and retreated.
As soon as he left, Jumu Tianjun's eyes on the red cloth suddenly opened again, and then began to spin, faster and faster.
With his eyes closed, Tianjun touched his face, pinched his arms, stroked his belly, and said to himself: "Thirty years have passed, and I seem to have lost a lot of weight. Being an immortal is so tiring. !”
"I'm really tired!"
…
Xu Fang wanted to see the Giant-Eyed Heavenly Lord, and Bi Yue couldn't stop him at all.
As soon as Biyue left, Xu Fang burst into the inner room where Jumu was practicing.
Jumu "saw" Xu Fang coming in, his eyes widened, and he quickly stood up to show his welcome.
Xu Fang ignored it, sat down at the end of the desk, and gave Jumu a cold look.
Jumu's face, which was originally full of joy, lost its smile.
In terms of rank, Xu Fang is actually not as good as Ju Mu, but Ju Mu is a little timid about Xu Fang, maybe because Xu Fang is his senior brother after all.
"Senior brother, you're fine." Jumu had to put down his body and say hello to Xu Fang first.
Xu Fang got straight to the point: "How did you become the 'monitor'? Do you know that this evil spirit holds a 'gathering' at our door?"
The evil hall naturally refers to the "Gathering of the Eight Immortals".
"Oh, what do I mean? You're scaring me, why should I be the master? What new instructions do you have?" Jumu finally let out a breath, and then the bright smile on his face came back: "This demon building The person behind it was originally brought here by me. First there was the Grand View, then there was the 'Gathering Eight Immortals', and finally there was Fenli Town."
"So senior brother, it doesn't deserve your too much attention. Everything is under my control."
Xu Fang's face already had a sullen look on his face: "Does the Master know about this?"
"Master, I don't have time to take care of this. The teacher ordered me to come here to give me full authority to handle it. Besides, nothing can go wrong with these little monsters and a few useless immortals, right? , Senior brother? If you strike with a knife, won't it be solved?"
Faced with the huge compliment, Xu Fang did not answer and asked: "Then there are tens of thousands of soul pots in this building. Do you know about this?"
Jumu only paid attention to it at this time, and his tone became much calmer: "Oh? Tens of thousands? I really don't know this. I think it happened after I retreated. But are you serious, senior brother, then this nature is different. ”
"The disciple of Master Cihuan, Prince Xianhuihuan Aqibei of Qibei, saw it with his own eyes."
Jumu nodded: "Oh, that should be true. In this way, He Dusha, the host of the Eight Immortals Gathering, is coming soon. I'll ask him what's going on."
Xu Fang continued: "Not only must you ask, but you must also take care of it. Otherwise, you know, I have the right to personally interrogate and deal with it. I will kill you personally without mercy."
"Of course. Don't worry, senior brother, I don't dare to delay 'Fu Tu' because of this matter. Speaking of which, Master sent you here. Besides being 'Fu Tu's care', do you have any other arrangements?"
"No." Xu Fang's answer was concise and concise.
"That's only three to five days, senior brother, we can still enjoy it."
Xu Fang blinked when he saw the red eyes in front of Ju Mu, and raised his eyebrows. Ju Mu smiled and said: "I have one more important thing to do next. If senior brother doesn't mind, you can have fun with me... ...Of course, senior brother can also wait for a while."
Jumu was talking, almost grinning from ear to ear with joy.
"I'll be quick."
"What an immortal like you can do..." Xu Fang sighed and stood up to leave.
Outside the door, Pi Yue, together with four or five little Taoist priests who were practicing internal meditation, were already waiting there with two pitiful and ignorant girls.
"Senior brother, do you want to come together?"
"Get out!"
Master Piyue thought Xu Fang was scolding him, so he touched the top of his head, which was as smooth as a goose egg, and ran away quickly to do the second thing Ju Mu had given him.
