Kuji and He Zuwang were like wild cats that smelled something fishy, and they no longer looked like monks at all.
Kuji was no less interested in Luo Yinzhu than He Zuwang, and guessed: "Looking carefully at the whereabouts of the fairy pearl, it is either stored somewhere in a secret place in Tongchen Garden, or it was carried by Luo Wangshu or Qing Ming."
He Zuwang shook his head and said: "Monk, don't underestimate the allure of fairy beads. There are hidden dangers in any hidden place. No matter how clean Tongchen Garden is, it will be difficult to prevent coveters. As the saying goes, it's dark under the lamp..."
He Zuwang reminded him, and he stood up suddenly and said: "The fairy beads may still be in the hands of that little thief!"
Ku Ji was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "That's ridiculous, that kid goes out for a walk every two days, how can Qing Ming allow him to keep the fairy beads?"
He Zuwang felt bored, sat down and said, "It makes sense."
Kuji touched his shiny head and said to himself: "Hey, if you want to ask Luo Wangshu or Qingming for the fairy beads, you will be bored."
For a moment, the monk suddenly raised his brows and said with joy: "Confused fake Taoist priest, don't you know who the boy gave the fairy beads to?"
He Zuwang's eyes lit up and he said, "What does the monk mean by arresting people and interrogating them?"
Kuji's eyes flashed fiercely and said: "Search for souls!"
He Zuwang said in astonishment: "Bald Donkey is really cruel and ruthless!"
Kuji said: "Be sure to dig out the roots when cutting a plant, so as not to cause any future troubles. This matter must be planned carefully."
He Zuwang's thoughts changed, and he said confidently: "I have a suitable candidate for you, and I will definitely be unaware of it."
Kuji added: "The poor monk must be present when searching for souls. Fellow Taoists cannot be the only ones to take the credit."
He Zuwang was like a cat that tasted the fishy smell, and cursed with joy: "Hey, you thief monk!"
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In the evening, the Nine-tailed Fox once again extended their hospitality, and the city was filled with people drinking wine and cheering.
He Zuwang and Ku Ji had evil intentions, so they tried to win over the group of cultivators. In addition to offering a bottle of Void Spirit Pill to each participant, they also presented many rare spiritual materials as gifts. Even the cultivators who came a step late and had not made any meritorious deeds were given greeting gifts. .
Hu Buyi showed his generosity even more, sending dozens of priceless millennium ice heart grasses to him one after another.
As soon as this grass comes into contact with the air, it evaporates with ice mist. It obviously contains abundant ice spiritual energy. It has extraordinary benefits whether it is made into an elixir or chewed and swallowed.
All the Huaying monks each grabbed one in their hands and were overjoyed.
The good thing was not over yet, Hu Buyi took out dozens of jade boxes and distributed them to his disciples. The space inside the box is not large, and it is filled with fifty pieces of green spiritual jade that are about an inch in diameter.
Yan Ci asked in confusion: "What?"
Yu Lu said happily: "It's Qingling Jade, a currency unique to the world of cultivation."
Yan Ci said: "Hey, could it be the Qingling Jade that drives the ancient teleportation array?"
Yu Lu said: "That is the best Qingling Jade, which is made by absorbing spiritual energy from the corpses of Qingling worms. Ordinary Qingling jade is transformed from the eggs of Qingling worms. This object is comparable to the elixir that has been growing for hundreds of years and is deeply loved by the people." It is loved by cultivators, so it can be used as currency to buy spiritual items. I have been running around for many years for my brother, but I have only accumulated more than ten coins. Today is a lucky day."
Hu Buyi respected Qing Ming very much, but couldn't think of what to give as a gift, so he placed all his gratitude on Han Bing and Yan Ci.
Han Bing received a secret book of "Fox Bing Jue" as a gift, but Yan Ci was surprised that he wanted to give a charming fox beauty as a cauldron.
Yan Ci blushed, but Wan Ci didn't dare to accept it, so he finally chose to wear the Sky Fox Demon Sound Armor to defend himself, which attracted the envy of all the disciples.
At dawn the next day, everyone said goodbye, but Hu Buyi couldn't keep him in every possible way, so he took the protectors and sent him off to the outside of Qingqiu Mountain.
Mrs. Yuehua secretly winked at Qingming and left with the group of cultivators. For a moment, only Tongchenyuan and Qingqiu Peak cultivators were left.
Hu Buyi cupped his hands and said: "The road ahead is long and dusty, and your luck is unclear. You must beware of those who are interested."
Qing Ming said: "Life is like morning dew, and it is difficult to escape destiny. If this trip does not come true, I hope that the mountain master will help me to shoulder the heavy burden of saving the people."
Hu Buyi said seriously: "Fairy Ya Ming, Hu must bear it in mind."
Qing Ming waved his hands and said, "I'll see you a thousand miles away, but we must say goodbye eventually. The mountain master is kind enough to take care of himself." After that, he led everyone away.
Hu Buyi looked quietly into the distance until the backs of the cultivators disappeared among the distant mountains, and sighed: "After all, Qingqiu Fox lives in the rolling mortal world, how can he escape from this turbulent world situation?" The rest of the people also sighed with emotion. , very sad.
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Qingqiu Mountain and Star Picking City are tens of thousands of miles apart, and they have to pass through Nanshuo to reach them. There are many mountain spirits hidden in the vast mountains, and the journey is very difficult.
In the middle of spring, with the scorching sun and layers of heat waves, everyone in Chenyuan took a ride on a misty fairy boat with a square head and a flat stern.
This boat was originally just a hand-sized, exquisitely carved plaything, but after being sacrificed, it suddenly grew into a huge flying boat that was sixty feet long and twenty feet wide.
The boat has three floors, more than a hundred cabins, and nine sails. The keel, deck, side plates, bottom plate, and ship pillars are engraved with mysterious and complex spiritual patterns.
The Misty Fairy Boat belongs to Lin Mo. It is said that it is made from the core of the Biyou peach tree, making it difficult for gods and ghosts to approach.
The boat travels extremely fast, and it is a treasure that can cross mountains and seas. It is extremely rare in the world of cultivation. Unfortunately, it consumes a lot of Qingling Jade when traveling, so Lin Mo is reluctant to use it unless necessary.
After walking for two days under the scorching sun, I saw mountains and mountains ahead and another mountain.
The trees are decadent, exuding a scorched atmosphere, and are overgrown with weeds, revealing the meaning of decline.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of rushing water in the mountains. In the distance, there was a deep stream hanging in the forest, with clouds and mist flying, and beads and jade spitting out.
The blue luan bird sang happily on the side of the ship and suddenly fell down.
Lin Mo followed closely in his boat, and where he landed, he saw a mountain spring gushing endlessly, winding its way between the mountains. The grass beside the spring was uneven, and the trees grew in an extremely random manner.
The spring water is quite cold, and the sweet taste lingers after drinking it.
Everyone rested on the rocks, and Du Ruozhou sighed: "The Luojia Mountains are like spring all year round, so it's much more comfortable than here."
Lin Hao was not modest and said: "Famous mountains are full of beautiful scenery, which cannot be compared with this place."
Yan Ci shook his head and said: "Beautiful scenery varies from person to person. Not to mention the beautiful mountains and clear waters, or the clear moon and clear breeze, even the inaccessible wasteland or the windy and rainy swamps all have unexpected scenery."
Everyone listened carefully and was slightly stunned. They all turned to look at Yan Ci curiously.
Han Bing chuckled and said, "I'll throw you into a remote place to live for decades, and see if you're still pretty?"
Yan Ci also smiled and said: "Three to five years is enough, no more. Even if the garden is full of spring scenery, there will be a day when I get tired of seeing it."
Han Bing blinked and said, "Then tell me, what's so beautiful about this place?"
Yan Ci Huguo said: "Looking at the chaos and decadence in the big picture, the only advantage is the tranquility. The forest is filled with the fragrance of flowers and the birds are singing in the wild. It is the most suitable place for people who are full of worries to live in isolation."
Nightingale stood nearby with a frown on her face, looking very worried. She heard this and scolded: "It's full of nonsense!"
Chu Shangu smiled brightly and stopped him: "Ying'er must not be rude." His words were unusually gentle, and the doting look in his eyes made Yan Ci's heart move after seeing it.
Qing Ming smiled and said: "What Ying'er said is right, I also think he is telling nonsense."
Chu Shangu said: "Master Nephew Yan makes sense, and his words are quite Zen-like..."
Han Bing said: "It would be a pity not to become a monk."
Yan Ci shook his head like a rattle and said seriously: "That won't work. I am a monk who beats the clock every day."
Lin Hao laughed and said: "Wouldn't it be better to be a monk for a day and a nun for a day?"
Everyone was dumbfounded. Du Ruozhou laughed and said, "It's too boring to run into a nun like you who doesn't follow the rules."
Yan Ci gestured and stroked Lin Hao's head from a distance, and said to himself: "I don't want this beautiful fox but want this thief nun. I'm afraid I'm possessed by an evil spirit."
All the disciples couldn't help laughing, rolling on the floor laughing, and then they started making fun of each other.
The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk. The teachers and commanders allowed him to do whatever he wanted, and said, "There is an open space over there. Let's rest here at night." After that, they left.
All the disciples agreed in unison, and became even more excited, so they jumped into the stream and splashed water on each other to make fun of him.
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A hundred miles away to the southwest, yellow beams led two young men on their way.
One of them has a kind-hearted face, while the other is thin and has a long scar on his forehead.
The afterglow of the setting sun gradually dissipated, and the forest became dark and hazy.
The skinny young man complained: "In this shabby place like Qingqiu Mountain, there are only a few people in the area within a thousand miles, and there is only a vast forest."
The honest young man also echoed: "That's right, walking around for two days without energy can kill a person."
Huang Liang pretended to be angry and said, "You two are the only ones with a lot of trouble!" The two young men did not dare to say anything and continued to fly glumly for a while.
A group of scarlet clouds floated from the sky, which looked very strange. The skinny boy suddenly shivered and screamed: "What the hell is that?"
The cloud came unexpectedly and was very red. Huang Liang looked at it carefully and said, "It's an evil cloud. Could it be that there is a sign of disaster in Shiyan City?" The two young men looked at each other, their hearts beating wildly. stand up.
Although Shiyan City is small, it is quite famous. Qunfangguan founded the sect here and devoted himself to cultivating a group of beautiful ladies like flowers and jade. These women are not high in cultivation but have first-rate beauty and extraordinary charm skills. They usually try their best to seduce and travel. Monks and ordinary merchants exchange for the things they want, which is the comfort zone of many greedy people.
Huang Liang originally planned to rush to Shiyan City tonight and find a female cultivator to pick and replenish it, but seeing this cloud of evil made his heart beat slightly.
After thinking for a long time, he decided not to take any more risks and huddled in the forest with his two disciples. The target was obviously much smaller.
Huang Liang released his spiritual thoughts and looked around, and said happily: "There is a temple a few miles away to the east. Let's go there to rest for the night and wait until tomorrow to figure it out."
The two disciples shook their heads in agreement, and the three of them stopped talking and turned directly to the east.
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Several vigorous and ancient ginkgo trees cover the temple. The ginkgo branches are lush and leafy, and two ring-shaped protrusions grow on the waist of the tree as if it has been blown out. There are traces of burning incense under the tree roots.
The temple has been abandoned for a long time, with weeds up to its knees and a depressing scene of ruined walls, broken bricks and tiles.
The dusk was getting thicker, and an inexplicable wind blew by, causing broken leaves to fly all over the ground. The two disciples felt nervous, and in unison they took a few steps closer to the yellow beam.
Huang Liang murmured: "What the hell is this place?"
With light steps, he stepped across the moss-covered steps and slowly opened the half-opened temple door.
A strong and pungent smell hit his face, tattered spider webs could be seen everywhere, there was a little dust on the ground, and countless dead leaves filled it.
On both sides of the temple, four clay statues of Vajras stand with protruding eyebrows and glaring eyes, looking ferocious and terrifying.
Although the desk chairs were arranged neatly, they were in a state of decay and were making squeaking sounds.
The strangest thing is that the inner wall of the temple is actually black. Huang Liang scraped off a layer with his sword, twisted it, and said in surprise: "It's charcoal powder, strange."
The night was as thick as ink, and the fairy sword was steaming with mist. Huang Liang raised his sword and looked deep into the temple. Several claw marks on the black tribute table were shocking, and the yellow divine curtain was tattered and old.
Huang Liang's expression changed, he took a few steps, opened the curtain, and a vicissitudes of ancient well came into view.
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