The first building of the Owl Pavilion is no longer Ximashan, but the old ghost Xiao who was sent to spy on it that day, but was killed by Gong Mengbi at a glance.
Old ghost Xiao looks like a wealthy man, somewhat wealthy, with kind eyes and kind eyes. When he smiles, the wrinkles on his face are squeezed together, giving him a sense of open-mindedness as he is aged.
Liu Ben sat next to Gong Mengbi, winked at him, and whispered: "This is Old Ghost Xiao, a sixth-grade practitioner, and now the most valued by King Linchuan."
The biggest reason Liu Ben hopes Gong Mengbi will stay is because Old Ghost Xiao has threatened Xi Mashan's status. Although there is a sect behind Xima Mountain, and the head of Xima Mountain is also of the sixth grade, after all, it is not as good as a Taoist who practices the sixth grade to personally serve and be driven.
If Gong Mengbi could stay, he would be able to overtake Old Ghost Xiao in one fell swoop and become the first in the Owl Pavilion.
Gong Mengbi glanced at it, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis. He lowered his head and looked at the back of his hand. The cold hairs on the back of his hand had already stood up.
Gong Mengbi has practiced the Tongtian Dharma to this day and is indispensable.
Now the Yin Shen is traveling day by day, turning from emptiness into reality, and the Heaven-reaching Dharma has become a part of him like breathing. Just like his eyes can see, his ears can hear, and his nose can smell, the Heaven-reaching Law has merged into his Yin Shen, and his induction follows him. His gaze, his exploration, and his perception operation are quite mysterious and enlightening.
Therefore, this old ghost Xiao seemed to be at the sixth level, and he suffered a hidden loss silently in his hands, but Gong Mengbi felt the danger.
A danger that made his hair stand on end.
Gong Mengbi's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes had moved away from Old Ghost Xiao.
Old ghost Xiao seemed to be aware of it. When he turned to look at Gong Mengbi, he had already followed Liu Ben's introduction and looked at the people in the Chongming Pavilion opposite.
Old ghost Xiao didn't see anything special, so he withdrew his gaze.
Liu Ben said: "Master, you don't need to worry about anything else. There are only two that you should be careful about. One is Yang Dongwei of Qionglong Temple, a direct disciple of Master Shi, the Tiezhu Taoist, so he should not be underestimated. The other one is Yujin." Monk, the head of Hanshan Temple, a disciple of Zen Master Pobi."
Yang Dongwei is a young Taoist priest. He is fair and fair-skinned, and his eyes are quite innocent and pure. He does not look like a monk, but more like a rich man who has never experienced anything in the world.
Monk Yujin was completely opposite to him. This young monk had a cold face and was difficult to get in contact with at first glance. He was not polite to everyone in the Owl Hall.
These two are both sixth-level practitioners, with well-known teachers, and now serve in Chongming Pavilion.
In addition to these two people, the monks in the Chongming Pavilion are also full of talents, much more than those in the Owl Pavilion.
The people in Chongming Hall couldn't look down on Owl Hall, thinking that the other party was a heretic who wanted to charm the Lord. The Owl Hall also looked down on Chongming Hall, thinking that the other party was a sanctimonious hypocrite.
The two parties looked at each other and saw that the air gradually became distorted, and several magic powers secretly clashed, producing weak flames and electric light.
Monk Yujin took the lead, and his target was Gong Mengbi, who seemed to have a good background.
He didn't move, but an invisible Zen light swept towards Gong Mengbi's head.
This invisible Zen light was like glass crystal, making it difficult to distinguish with the naked eye and embarrassing to the Dharma eye. However, in Gong Mengbi's eyes, this Zen light was like glass reflecting the sun, a crystal flying rainbow, producing a five-color rainbow cloud, heading straight for his face.
Gong Mengbi looked at Monk Yujin with his dead fish eyes. A silent ghost roar sounded from him, and countless wailing and twisted faces seemed to appear in the void, rushing towards the invisible Zen light.
With a click, the Zen light shattered and the ghost roar disappeared.
Light golden flakes of light danced and fell downwards, while the light black Yin Qi swayed upwards.
It's an even split.
But Monk Yujin raised his eyebrows and said: "Evil heretics!"
The young monk was about to take action.
I just heard Old Ghost Xiao chuckle and say: "Okay, okay. Today is the birthday of King Linchuan, we are all colleagues, why bother fighting in the nest? Everyone, please stop the fire, don't rush into the several highnesses, and disturb the officials. "
Monk Yujin looked at Old Ghost Xiao, his eyes almost filled with anger, but Yang Dongwei stretched out his hand to pull him, so he suppressed his anger, snorted coldly, and said nothing.
Gong Mengbi looked arrogant. He didn't even look at Monk Yujin. He looked at his nose and heart and wandered away.
Monk Yujin stopped taking action, and others in the Chongming Pavilion did not stop either.
Old Ghost Xiao is the leader of the Owl Pavilion, so his words still carry some weight.
There was an undercurrent in the field, and finally, shouting was heard outside the garden: "His Royal Highness King Wu is here!"
Everyone in the garden stood up and looked outside the garden.
Then he saw the King of Wu, wearing a red and gold-woven dragon robe, walking slowly, followed by the Princess and Mrs. Chen, half a step behind on the left and right, and behind them were the Crown Prince, King Jian'an and King Linchuan.
King Wu has a majestic face, divine eyes, and aura like a red dragon, hovering in the sky with fire beads in his mouth.
All the officials met the King of Wu and bowed to each other.
The red dragon roared loudly, and the fire beads were like the sun rising in the east, its light shining brightly.
Gong Mengbi drooped his eyelids to avoid attracting Qi sensors.
King Wu said happily: "Everyone, please sit down. Today is the birthday of King Linchuan. It is a great day. There is no need to be restrained."
Everyone sat down as instructed.
At this time, Gong Mengbi could clearly see the people behind him through King Wu's aura.
The princess was dignified and luxurious, sitting beside King Wu.
Mrs. Chen is sitting on one side, with beautiful features and beautiful face. She is obviously in her thirties, but she is not old-fashioned at all. She is still as delicate and charming as a young girl.
Gong Mengbi's face gradually turned cold. Although his frustrated face had no expression at first, there was a bit of coldness in the dead fish's eyes at this moment.
This Mrs. Chen is indeed an old friend.
The three sisters from Meiren Ridge in Wuning County, Mrs. Qiongfang and Zhiruonai, are master and servant. They share the same love as sisters and were the concubines of the former prince. When the prince of the Zhou family fled, Mrs. Qiongfang and Zhiruo died in Beauty Ridge.
Miss Jiaying is a lonely soul who was seduced by ghosts and accidentally ended up in Beauty Ridge. Her body was possessed by the concubine of the Ghost King of the Gorubu tribe, and she did not know where to flee.
But it turns out to be here.
Looking at King Linchuan again, this young prince is noble and heroic, but he has a vague evil intention.
The ghost concubine Mrs. Chen must be the ghost of the ghost king of Juliu tribe.
King Linchuan seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the second hall.
Gong Mengbi had already withdrawn his gaze before he noticed it.
When King Linchuan saw him coming, the monks from the second hall came to greet him one after another.
Gong Mengbi also bowed his hands to show respect.
King Linchuan smiled and held his hands, looking away quietly.
Mrs. Chen followed his gaze and found nothing unusual, so she asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
King Linchuan shook his head and said: "It's nothing. I just heard that Chief Xiao said that a high-level cultivator came from Ximashan, and I was a little curious."
Mrs. Chen nodded and did not ask any more questions.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had already said with a smile: "Today is my third brother's birthday. I specially invited everyone in late autumn to perform at the mansion. Why don't we just invite her up?"
King Linchuan smiled and said, "Brother, just make arrangements."
The mentality of working overtime is broken, and there was no update yesterday.
(End of chapter)
