The storm is about to come, and the wind is everywhere, and the place where the stars are picked is full of traces of the mobilization of the cultivation army.
Along the way from Zhenge City, we passed through several cities and markets. All the cultivators were disposing of their accumulated possessions, selling off all the items they had little use for or that were of no use to them, and exchanged them for pure spiritual stones to purchase magic weapons, talismans, and elixirs.
There are also many cultivators who are cramming for the moment, frantically searching for spiritual materials and refining magic weapons, just to have a glimmer of hope in the showdown with the demonic cultivators. After everything is ready, they leave the city in groups of three or five, each with their magic weapon heading east.
According to Yan Ci's guess, Yang Qingcang was severely injured by six pure bamboos and fled, and was living in seclusion in Dahuang Ruins to recover from his injuries. Tongchenyuan was worried that this thief would come to seek revenge, so he would definitely leave Monk Kongming to guard the mountain gate.
Han Bing's energy was like a gossamer, and it was really not suitable to carry it on a long journey, so Yan Ci tried his best to avoid the flow of people, and drove the Qingluan bird rapidly south, intent on returning to Tongchenyuan to seek help.
Lying in the moonlight and flying for half a month, I suddenly saw a high cliff standing in front of me. On the top of the cliff, smoke curled up, and a small village was hidden in the pine forest. A river meanders beneath the cliff, and in the open area is an abandoned ferry.
The breeze swept over the lake, the wild grass was blowing, and there was no trace of people on the shore. An old flag fluttered on the thatched roof, and the handwriting of "Mijin Ferry" was extremely unclear.
A group of water egrets flew over, cutting through the clear waves, and rested gently on the broken ferry on the river bank. Qingluan landed in the middle of the lake and carefully groomed his feathers, completely ignoring the water egret's worshiping gesture.
The thatched pavilion is wide and the green mountains are facing each other. The blue river carries the white clouds and walks away alone. The quiet world is filled with desolation.
After resting for a while, he set off again. Qingluan climbed up the cliff in high spirits, and broke through the top of the cliff with all his strength. He saw green grass and several old cows gnawing the grass leisurely.
Under the mulberry tree on the edge of the cliff, a group of energetic monks were sitting cross-legged on the lawn to rest. The monks were both monks and laymen. They were stunned when they suddenly saw a blue divine bird coming through the clouds.
"A monk from Jialan Temple." Yan Ci murmured.
The crowd was in a state of shock. A young monk with a white, tender head and a shiny head said in surprise: "This... this is the sacred bird Qingluan!"
The little monk is holding a cold treasure staff, and his big watery eyes are flashing, almost cute.
Yan Ci glanced at this cute little bald man, felt relieved, and laughed "Puff".
Suddenly, a young monk with a solemn Dharma appearance and untainted by dust came out of the air. He greeted Yan Ci and said, "May I ask if Tan Yue is from Tongchen Garden?"
Jialan Temple practices Buddhist techniques, with the purpose of "doing no evil, practicing good deeds, and purifying one's mind." It is committed to saving all sentient beings from reincarnation, and has a prominent position in the world of cultivation.
Yan Ci did not dare to be negligent, and held his hands in front of him as a courtesy: "How did the master know?"
The monk said: "In the whole world, there is only one master of Qingming Peak who is lucky enough to control the sacred bird Qingluan. Could it be that Brother Dao is his nephew or descendant?"
Yan Ci said vaguely: "Master's eyes are like lightning!" When he asked his name, he came from Jialan Temple, and his Dharma name was Miaozhan.
Yan Ci lost his voice and said: "Buddha Miaozhan!" Yan Ci has heard this Dharma name for a long time. Among the disciples of all Taoist sects, Buddha Miaozhan can be regarded as an outstanding one. Yu Lu once said that this monk has extremely high Buddha nature and Taoism. Compete with ordinary infant monks.
Miao Zhan had a humble attitude and said with a smile: "I am worthy of the name of a Buddhist disciple."
After exchanging a few words of greeting, the two of them floated down to the top of the cliff one after another to meet everyone. The surprise on the faces of the other three people did not disappear, and they all stepped forward to say their names.
It is said that since ancient times, heroes are born in youth, and the little monk Miaojian has already achieved the cultivation level of the fusion stage at a young age. He is really formidable in his later life.
Another pair of handsome men and women in fluttering white clothes, one Li Chonglou and the other Pan Yinjian, were both born in the Huaqing Sect and were also leaders in the world of cultivation.
The two have been immersed in the fusion stage for a long time, and their aura and spiritual pressure make people feel quite unpredictable. In terms of appearance, the man is fresh and handsome, the woman is beautiful and fragrant, and her temperament is like a fairy child, elegant and noble.
Yan Ci couldn't help but feel ashamed as this pair of jewels, as bright as diamonds, stood beside her.
Li Chonglou smiled and asked, "I haven't asked for advice yet..."
Yan Ci stared blankly at Pan Yinjian's pretty appearance, but suddenly thought of Han Bing, and his interest waned. He raised his hand and scrawled two words in the air like ghostly symbols.
No one could see what he was writing, so they could only smile awkwardly.
Pan Yinjian was very angry. This bastard looked at her randomly with his big thief eyes. If she hadn't been a little scrupulous about the Qingluan Bird, she would have slapped him away.
Miaojian also cursed secretly: "What a prodigal!"
Don’t look at anything inappropriate, don’t say anything inappropriate, Miao Zhan declared in the Buddha’s name: “The donor is in a hurry, but you want to go back to the mountain gate?”
Yan Ci finally fixed his gaze, cupped his hands and said, "That's right, I have something important to do in my lower body and it's inconvenient to stay here for a long time, so I'll take my leave first."
"Wait a minute." Pan Yinjian stopped and said, "Now that you have met us, don't you think of leaving?"
Yan Ci said: "How do you say this, fellow Taoist?"
Pan Yinjian cursed in a low voice: "The appearance is abominable!" He flicked his sleeves, shook out the golden inscription and dropped it into Yan Ci's arms. She was too lazy to say anything.
Yan Ci browsed the list, and the article on the list said: "A message to the cultivators: Recently, foreign troops have invaded the sea, waiting for an opportunity to invade, so I asked Zulong to gather monks from all over the world to go to the shore of the sea to make plans. Seeing the list is like seeing an order, and the day will be defeated. Let’s start without delay.”
There is a token of light and shadow on the list. On both sides of the token, there are dragons riding on the clouds, disappearing and appearing, which is very mysterious and unpredictable.
On the surface, Yan Ci acted as if nothing had happened, but secretly he was furious. These four living treasures were no different from robbers who blocked the road.
Everyone in the world of cultivation regards Zulong's orders as gods and does not tolerate him disobeying them. However, as time passes by, Han Bing is not left with much time.
Seeing that Yan Ci was silent and the atmosphere was quite awkward, Miao Zhan said again: "The donor is hesitant. Is there any hindrance?"
Yan Ci's thoughts suddenly changed. Whether he wanted to find the Spiritual Fox or the Suxin Sacred Fruit, venturing to the sea would provide more opportunities than returning to the mountain gate. If he was unable to protect Han Bing, he could also hand over the Sumeru Ring to the elders in the garden for safekeeping. .
"It's okay." He suddenly smiled and said, "Let's go."
The young monk Miaojian said happily: "Hey, the master asked me to invite cultivators along the way, and finally I have the first explanation." Yan Ci kept slandering, how could he become the victim of such a mistake?
A real man sticks to his word. Since he said he wanted to go, he should naturally be more relaxed and relaxed.
Yan Ci looked at Miao Jian with an envious look on his face, and proudly called Qing Luan back into the Sumeru Ring. Miao Jian mistakenly thought that Yan Ci was concerned about their slow escape speed, and he couldn't help but feel good about him.
In fact, Yan Ci just wants Qingluan to recharge his batteries. After all, in his mind, the people in Huaqingmen and Jialan Temple are not reliable. If he encounters someone who is unkind, only Qingluan's outstanding combat power can protect his own safety. .
Each of the five people is flying with a magic weapon, and Miao Zhan is stepping on the auspicious Shedao stick. The bright yellow stick is engraved with many fine Buddhist inscriptions, and a white lotus is carved on each end of the stick, which is lifelike.
Li Chonglou and Pan Yinjian drove a couple to use the fairy sword. The sword was chanted by a dragon in the box. The generous one was called the male Zhi, and the delicate one was called the female guard. The two of them were wearing fluttering clothes and flying hand in hand, looking extremely chic.
Yan Ci looked sideways and had to admit that this delicate flower was indeed placed in an elegant and luxurious vase. Miao Jian stuck out his tongue and said, "Scatter dog food everywhere, even my little monk has a mortal heart."
It was tens of thousands of miles away from the seaside, so Miao Zhan did not hurry. The two monks and the couple walked side by side, chatting and laughing all the way, and they seemed to be very familiar with each other.
Yan Ci really had nothing to talk about with them, so he followed behind them happily, enjoying the pleasure of soaring in the mountains.
Pan Yinjian was quite hostile and cursed from a distance: "What a freak!" Vaguely, he seemed to hear someone admonishing him, and the young monk Miaojian immediately turned around and looked at him inexplicably.
Yan Ci turned a blind eye and sneered secretly: "A shrew with a dog's eyes can probably be the illegitimate daughter of some Taoist priest."
After walking uncomfortably for several days, we arrived at a small town surrounded by mountains and rivers in the evening. The name of the town is Changhu. It has beautiful lakes and mountains and is spotless. It is a good place to stay.
It was a pity that the only inn was overcrowded, and all the guests were monks who were busy traveling.
Disciples from Huaqing Sect and Jialan Temple appeared at the same time, and the shopkeeper suddenly felt bright. The monks present were so proud that they excitedly surrounded the four of them and exchanged pleasantries.
Yan Ci, Miao Zhan and his entourage went in together, but no one looked down at him. It seemed that every unintentional glance was so luxurious.
Some people are always lonely even if they are in a vast sea of people, but he never really cared.
Miaojian smiled happily, it turned out that he was so popular and he didn't even know it! Pan Yinjian pursed his lips and pretended not to care, but in fact, he was already happy in his heart.
Li Chonglou was calm and composed, and he was very polite when dealing with the monks who talked about being intimate with each other. But whether intentionally or not, Miao Zhan was surprised that there were only two guest rooms, but this guy completely ignored Yan Ci.
The shopkeeper was walking on thin ice. As soon as he stepped forward and said that the guest room was full, three or four monks expressed their willingness to vacate the room. Miao Zhan couldn't refuse, so he said: "Everyone has taken such care of me. I am very grateful to you, but there is still a fellow monk." Fellow Taoist Yuan..."
Looking up, Yan Ci had disappeared, and Miao Zhan swallowed the last half of the sentence.
Each of the four sects of the Earth's End maintains its own corner, pretending to be mysterious, and its disciples rarely walk in the Star Picking Plain. However, the reputation of Tongchen Garden has spread throughout the world recently, making people feel awe-struck when they hear it.
Suddenly I heard Pan Yinjian say bitterly: "That freak is so rude. He didn't even say hello when he wanted to leave."
Those who were called freaks must be ordinary people, so the monks felt relieved. No matter how extraordinary Tongchenyuan is, how can it be compared with Huaqingmen and Jialan Temple? Even if you offend me, it's not a big deal.
Li Chonglou said calmly: "That Taoist friend is pretending to be mysterious. We don't know his name. He is not a fellow traveler." After hearing this, the monks felt even more at ease.
Miaojian said verbosely: "If you go, you will come, and if you come, you will go. Senior brother, there is no need to force it."
Miao Zhan remained silent, how could the person accompanying Qing Luan be an idle person? If that person is indeed the legendary descendant of Qingming, he will inevitably miss everything in the future.
The matter was about to be over, but an ignorant monk sneered: "Huh, so what about Tongchen Garden? More than a year ago, no matter how indiscriminately they massacred the monks, they were just bullying the weak."
Someone beside him reminded: "Silence."
The man didn't take it seriously and continued loudly: "Isn't it right? Hiding the Luo Yin Pearl secretly, everyone can find it and kill it..." Before he finished speaking, a white shadow flashed and went straight to his mouth, Quickly knocking out the two front teeth.
Bai Ying was a peeled peanut. The monks present had all their own thoughts and failed to discover where the peanut came from.
Upstairs stood a woman with ink-soaked temples, as pure as ice and as smooth as jade. Her skin was like jade, and her lips were like cherry blossoms. Her fairy-like grace on the platform eclipsed the halo of Hua Qing and Jia Lan.
The group of cultivators were stunned as if they were under a spell. The woman's voice was as cold as ice and snow, and she scolded: "If you speak without meaning, I will give you a little punishment."
The cultivators fell in love with his immortal temperament and did not dare to speak for a long time. Pan Yinjian became inexplicably angry and suppressed his almost roaring voice and asked: "Who is Fangjia?"
The woman upstairs ignored him, turned around, moved into the room, and gently closed the door.
