A few days later.
Deep in the mountain forest, the speed of the flying boat gradually slowed down, and finally stopped at the top of a small hill.
In the flying boat, Chen Mu held a jade tube and sent out his spiritual thoughts. He kept comparing the two information, but his brows became tighter and tighter.
"His grandma, I was walking north, why did I end up here?" Chen Mu murmured.
Before he finished speaking, he saw Yunzhu arriving and stopped at the side.
Yuan Qing appeared in the clouds with a solemn expression and asked in a deep voice: "Brother Chen, don't you think you should give Yuan an explanation?"
"Explanation? What explanation?" After hearing the words, Chen Mu was slightly surprised, but then his thoughts suddenly became clear again, and he smiled and replied: "Ah, Brother Yuan is asking why he killed the disciple of the Shenlian Sect, right? "
After saying that, he also left the cabin and came to the outside.
"Exactly," Yuan Qing replied sternly: "Although Yuan is not a merciful person, he is definitely not a bloodthirsty and murderous person. Since he started practicing Taoism, the people he killed were either ferocious beasts, evil monsters, or traitors. Weird and evil cultivator. Yuan cannot agree with such an act of killing people and silencing them when their whereabouts are exposed."
"Hahahaha!" After the words came out, Chen Mu laughed out loud, exaggerating, as if he had heard something extremely absurd.
Yuan Qing frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Why is Brother Chen laughing?"
"No, it's nothing, I just didn't expect Brother Yuan to be so, um, chivalrous! Hahahahaha..." Chen Mu waved his hand and replied, laughing again as he spoke.
After a while, seeing that Yuan Qing was already looking a little sullen, he finally stopped laughing, coughed twice, and replied with a smile: "Ahem, um, I just remembered a happy event, so I'm a little bit I'm rude, please don't blame Brother Yuan, don't blame me. But then again, although Brother Yuan said so, he was not ambiguous at all when he took action."
"Humph," Yuan Qing replied with a cold snort: "When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses his full strength. Yuan Mou still understands this truth. What's more, Brother Chen had already taken the first step at that time, how could Yuan Mou stay away from it. "
"Yes," Chen Mu chuckled and said, "In that case, Chen will tell Brother Yuan the reason for this. I wonder how much Brother Yuan knows about the Divine Refining Sect?"
"I don't know much about the Shenlian Sect. I only know that he is one of the major sects of the Ling Sect and practices the method of soul refining and subduing ghosts." Yuan Qing thought for a while and said.
"Yes, then Brother Yuan must also know the difference between the Immortal and Spirit Sects, right?" Chen Mu nodded and asked again.
Yuan Qing nodded.
"So that Brother Dao will know that in addition to fighting ghosts and refining souls, this divine refining sect is also good at searching for souls and channeling spirits." Chen Mu opened the fan and shook it gently, and said softly: "The man who sacrificed the soul flag earlier was very good. It is possible that the information about the two of us has been passed on secretly through the psychic method, otherwise, with his cultivation in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, how could he dare to be so bold and confident?"
"Having said that, this is just Brother Chen's guess on how to gain trust." Yuan Qing said calmly.
"Haha, brother Yuan, don't worry, this is the first, and there is the second." Chen Mu smiled and continued: "Brother Yuan, do you still remember that man said he would take us to the Soul Prison Division to prove his identity? Yuan? Brother, do you know that entering the Soul Supervisor Department is equivalent to revealing all the secrets of your family life? If you conceal anything or disobey, high-level monks will immediately use the techniques of confusing gods and even searching for souls. In this case, is it still possible? "
"Is there any basis for Brother Chen's statement?" Yuan Qing asked.
"Haha, of course," Chen Mu replied confidently: "As long as Brother Yuan inquires a little bit, you will know that this Shenlian Sect is proud of this and vigorously promotes it."
As soon as these words came out, Yuan Qing was speechless and fell silent.
Chen Mu put away the folding fan with a crisp sound, his face was calm, but his tone was very serious, and he said slowly: "The path of cultivation is difficult and dangerous every step of the way. How can we monks put our life and death in his hands? What a laugh!"
"I have learned a lesson." After saying this, Yuan Qing bowed respectfully and said solemnly, but he had other thoughts in his heart.
"There is indeed some truth to what Chen Mu said, but it is not something we can do to decide life and death based on just a little guess. It is ridiculous that the world is turbid and the world is filthy. Ordinary people do not distinguish between good and evil, and it is difficult to eliminate karma. It turns out that it is just a matter of practice. The same is true for the world. It is said that it is a pure spiritual platform that cuts off desires, but one thought is just calmed down and another thought arises; everything I do is for the sake of fulfilling my heart and seeking happiness. Although I am unwilling now, if my thoughts change in the future , maybe the attack will be more ruthless. But it doesn’t matter, I am the one on the left and the right. Whenever I think about it, the sword will hit it." Yuan Qing thought.
But he didn't know that thinking about it, the star beads appeared, ready to move. Yuan Qing was startled, and hurriedly turned the sword sutra to suppress it.
On the other side, Chen Mu calmly accepted the gift and took out the map again to compare the position, but did not notice anything strange about Yuan Qing.
After a moment, he slapped his forehead and said in annoyance: "Oh, how could I have forgotten that the fog in this wild forest will block the consciousness! Damn it, it has been flying around like a headless fly these days. Fortunately, it won't be long. , it’s not too troublesome.”
"Obstruct spiritual consciousness?" Hearing his casual thoughts, Yuan Qing followed suit.
"Yes!" Chen Mu responded casually, then smiled and turned around to explain: "I forgot to tell you, Brother Yuan, there is a spore in the quiet night forest, called rosemary mushroom. This mushroom is born from eating carrion. , exhales smoke to reproduce offspring; the hidden fragrance in the smoke is called rosemary. This rosemary is colorless and odorless. If a mortal smells it, in small amounts, his mind will be dazzled, and he will be trapped in a dreamland, which will last for several months. Self-extraction; if the amount is too large, the essence will directly reverse the chaos and die; it is not very toxic to monks like us, but it will disturb the spiritual consciousness and lead to disorientation. Of course, the higher the cultivation level, the less affected by this. It is said that after cultivation, The realm of elixir will not be disturbed at all."
"I see," Yuan Qing thoughtfully asked, "Does Brother Chen have a way to deal with it?"
"Yes, yes, but I first need to confirm where we are now. Alas, it's not me who made this map. It's too old! This mountain, this water, his grandma's, where are they? They have the same place!" Chen Mu sighed and complained.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Qing's expression changed, he stood up and returned in a moment.
"Brother Chen, we should be east of Jingtian, more than 20,000 miles south. If my calculation is correct, there should be a Longjia Village more than a hundred miles south." Yuan Qing said calmly.
"Longjiazhai? Let me take a look..." Chen Mu murmured: "It's here! Okay, okay, then just go straight north."
At this point, Chen Mu suddenly had a change of thought, and then asked: "No, Brother Yuan, how do you know the direction? Please teach me!"
"Oh, it's not difficult," Yuan Qing replied calmly: "It's just that for some reason, the mist seems to have no effect on Yuan."
"Huh? It doesn't work?" Chen Mu was surprised when he heard this and asked: "Brother Yuan, it's not that I don't believe you, but how do you know that this mist is useless?"
"There is a feeling above the spiritual thoughts." Yuan Qing replied confidently.
"Uh, let's do that. Why don't we let Brother Yuan guide us? We'll go to the Longjia Village first and take a look. If Brother Yuan's inference is good, then we can use this village as a base and then set off. How about that?" Chen Mu thought about it. After thinking about it, he said.
"That's fine." Yuan Qing nodded and replied.
So, the words fell, and the two set off.
After a short journey of more than a hundred miles, they arrived suddenly. Yuan and Qing were leading the way, and they saw a hidden village in the mountains and forests, about a hundred feet in diameter.
Outside the village is a log fence, several feet thick and about two feet high. There are several spikes on the top and bottom of the fence, which are either cut from wooden sticks or polished from animal bones.
Within the wall, several houses can be vaguely seen, all of which are wooden huts. In front of several wooden houses, there are several women wearing animal skin coats grinding herbs.
"There really is a village." Chen Mu looked at the scene in front of him and murmured: "There is a sign in front of this village, yo, it's still ancient style. Well... it's really Longjiazhai... "
"Brother Chen." Yuan Qing interrupted him with a calm expression.
"Ah, Brother Yuan. It seems that what Brother Yuan said is correct. I didn't expect that your sword cultivators are so powerful. I admire you." Chen Mu replied with a smile.
After speaking, a white light flashed in the palm of his hand, revealing a square compass with an old style and some green spots on the surface.
"Okay, let's take this as a starting point and let me see the direction." Chen Mu made a secret with one hand, white light emerged from his palm, and said while staring at the compass.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Qing interrupted at this time: "Wait a minute."
"Huh? Brother Yuan, is there anything wrong?" Chen Mu moved his hands and asked.
"There is nothing wrong, but isn't Brother Chen curious? This village is full of mortals, how can they avoid the influence of this fog?" Yuan Qing asked without answering.
"Brother Yuan, do you want to go in and find out?" Chen Mu said after thinking about it for a while.
"I think so too."
...
Let's say that a million miles away, in the hinterland of the mountains, there is a magnificent stone hall. In the stone hall, there are countless brown and yellow wooden frames.
The wooden frame is divided into three floors, with five bronze oil lamps placed on each floor. Among the oil lamps, there are those with strong candle flames, which are as bright as torches; there are also those with weak light, which seem to be extinguished by the wind.
At this time, among the wooden frames, there was a woman in black robe wandering alone, with a slim figure, a beautiful face, and smooth and white skin, which was better than fine porcelain.
Suddenly, the woman paused and stopped in front of a wooden frame; on the frame, there were more than ten oil lamps with their lights extinguished.
"Are the eleven qi training disciples dead? Hiss, it's also a troublesome thing." The woman frowned slightly and murmured.
After a while, his footsteps stopped again, but in front of another wooden frame.
"Is this...Liu Suifeng?" The woman took out a green-gray token, closed her eyes and sensed it for a moment, then said: "In the middle stage of foundation building...it seems that I have to report it to the elder deacon. Hopefully it’s just a coincidence.”
About an hour later, the woman appeared in front of a small stone house. There was nothing inside the stone house, except for a deep cave that led to nowhere.
Taking a deep breath, the woman calmed down, walked down the steps and walked into the cave.
After about a stick of incense, he finally stopped and came to a stone door.
Without the slightest hesitation, the woman immediately knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Disciple Yin Yuan is the deacon of the Soul Palace. I have something important to report. I have disturbed my uncle's Qing Xiu. I hope you will forgive me."
After a while after the words came out, a heavy muffled sound was heard, but the stone door slowly opened.
A man stood behind the door with his hands behind his hands. He was wearing a gray robe, with a long beard, and his long gray hair was messy and unruly.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" the man asked calmly.
"Uncle Master, there are eleven first-order soul lamps in the Soul Palace. One second-order soul lamp suddenly went out. Among them, the second-order soul lamp left behind is Liu Suifeng, male, in the middle stage of foundation building. What should we do? Uncle, please make a decision." The woman replied, but her posture did not change, and she never raised her head to look at the man.
"Liu Suifeng, hahaha, this guy is finally dead." The man grinned and seemed very happy when he heard this, "But I heard that this guy is in charge of the disciples' training recently, well, I can't ignore it. If you can kill him, The other party's cultivation is definitely not low, and if he receives it from my soul flag...hehe."
As he said that, his smile suddenly faded and he said seriously: "You, follow me to see the head brother and explain the situation. There are foreign thieves who have invaded and killed our disciples. We should work together to round them up, extract their souls, and refine them into banners!"
