On Qingcheng Mountain, a mediocre mountain peak, Liao Meng and Sima Nan sat opposite each other.
Liao Meng sat upright with his eyes closed, a candle in front of him.
Waves of cold wind blew from time to time on the mountain top, but the flame of this mediocre candle kept burning steadily, motionless.
The clouds and mist shrouded the mountain as if it were wrapped with a flawless white ribbon.
On the top of the mountain, the figures of Sima Nan and Liao Meng looked immortal.
However, not long after, the candle's flame began to tremble violently, as if it had been stimulated by some kind of stimulus.
But at this time, there was not a trace of wind blowing on the mountain peak.
Sima Nan raised his cloudy old eyes, looked at the candle, and said slowly, "Aren't you calm? What's the matter?"
Light blue clouds began to appear on Liao Meng's body. After these clouds surged for a while, they gathered towards his feet and turned into a blue lotus.
After the lotus gathered and took shape, two more thunder snakes began to emerge from Liao Meng's body!
The two thunder snakes separated to the left and right, and wrapped around his arms respectively.
This is exactly the manifestation of Qingcheng Mountain's supreme mental method - Zhenglei Xinlian, which has been cultivated to great success.
Among the countless sect elders and talented disciples in Qingcheng Mountain, there are no more than ten people who can cultivate Zhenglei Xinlian to this point, and all of them can do it after more than ten years, or even decades of practice.
However, when I was only twenty years old in my dream, I had reached such a state and was truly a monster.
"What's moving?" Sima Nan asked slowly.
Liao Meng finally opened her eyes, stared at the candle and said, "It's because of the candle..."
Sima Nan shook his head.
A gust of wind blew by, blowing out the already flickering candle.
Sima Nan asked again, "What is moving?"
Liao Meng put away all his magical powers and wore a plain green shirt.
"It's because of the wind."
Sima Nan still shook his head, stood up and said, "You should have arrived, it's time for Daozi to go down the mountain, but remember, you are not allowed to step out of Qingcheng Mountain."
Liao Meng frowned, but still got up and went down the mountain.
Now he is already the Taoist disciple of this generation in Qingcheng Mountain.
Just after the disciple competition some time ago, Wu Yun was impressed by the mere gift of a small talisman and seal script. He had to bow his head and admit defeat. The leader Sima Nan personally granted him the status of a Taoist disciple, and gave him the title of Taoist Master. The mountain was also allocated to him as a place for cultivation.
Just as he walked down the mountain, Ling Meng met Le.
"I've met Daozi!" Liao Le quickly bowed and saluted his teacher.
Daozi has a very high status in Qingcheng Mountain Gate and can sit on an equal footing with ordinary elders.
Ordinary disciples must treat them with teacher etiquette when they see them, and Daozi also has great rights. Not only does he enjoy the resources of Qingcheng Mountain, he can read many secrets of secret techniques that ordinary disciples have no access to, and he can also assist the elders of the sect in management. A group of disciples.
Moreover, there had been rumors among the elders of Qingcheng Mountain a long time ago that the leader had already thought of retiring and was preparing to support someone to take over his position.
And Ling Meng, the Taoist priest, is very likely to be the successor chosen by the leader.
Liao Meng nodded lightly, without much change on his cold face.
"Let's lead the way ahead." Liao Meng said calmly.
Liao Le glanced at him doubtfully, "You...do you know what happened?"
Although I have said that, I know that the thing in front of me looks like
There was no young man who was much older than her, and his strength was far above hers, but she was still curious. She didn't say anything yet, and he acted like he had everything under his control. .
Does he really know everything?
Just like those old antiques in the sect, just by counting, you can know what happened on that day, and what will happen in the future?
Lola Le stared at him with a suspicious look on his face and showed no intention of leaving.
After hearing the dream, he stepped forward and said as he walked, "You are just asking me to help put Putuo Mountain, which stands at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, under the instructions of those disciples who have nothing to do and love to join in the fun." Drive away the Buddha."
Liao Le's eyes suddenly widened when he heard this.
"Still don't believe it? Do you want me to explain it in more detail?" Liao Meng said lightly.
Liao Le nodded blankly and quickly followed him.
Liao Meng then continued, "The cause of the matter is that the quasi-Buddha disciples of Mount Putuo visited here and felt something in their hearts. They were going to sit under the peach blossom tree at the foot of our Qingcheng Mountain for a while. As a result, a disciple happened to see it next to the peach blossom tree, so He provoked trouble and made those quasi-Buddhists dissatisfied. After fixing them, they are now blocking our mountain gate and want to compete with our Qingcheng Mountain disciples. "
The more I listen to it, the more frightened I become, and the more I listen, the more confused I become.
What Liao Meng said was as if he was standing nearby and saw it with his own eyes!
You know, she ran all the way here and didn't see anyone tipping him off.
"You...were you there at that time?" Liao Le asked with a look of disbelief on his face.
Liao Meng shook his head and raised his hand to make a hexagram sign.
Liao Le was shocked when he saw this.
Could it be that the dream was really calculated by oneself?
However, the art of divination is profound and profound, and he has shown a shocking talent in the art of talismans and seals in his dream. Is it possible that he can also be a genius in the art of divination?
You know, just the various skills contained in the little talisman seal he released at the disciples' martial arts competition that day, which made Wu Yun feel inferior, are enough for ordinary people to study for decades.
Thinking of this, Liole suddenly said, "Senior Brother Daozi, I lost a copy of "The Universal Demon Sutra" I borrowed from the Sutra Pavilion a few days ago. Can you help me figure out where I lost it?"
Immediately after dreaming, he performed hexagrams. His slender fingers were like butterflies piercing flowers, moving rapidly. His eyes stared into the distance, and his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through all illusions and reach the root of the avenue.
Liao Le's eyes widened as she watched. At this moment, Liao Meng's behavior was strikingly similar to the way she had seen the elders of the sect doing their fortune-telling.
However, all the elders of the sect have been immersed in the art of divination for decades, and according to the great elder Wu Fan once said, among the elders and old disciples in the sect, there are really few who have mastered the art of divination. There are only twenty people who can be considered as beginners, and among this new generation of disciples, only one is expected to be a beginner!
At that time, Liole was still thinking that the person the elder Wu Fan was talking about was probably his son Wu Yun.
But later she discovered that Wu Yun really knew nothing about divination.
Therefore, she has always been curious about who among the new disciples has such great ability and can be evaluated in this way by Great Elder Wu Fan.
At this time, Liao Le finally understood that the great elder Wu Fan had
The person she was talking about was probably the Taoist in front of her!
"It's really strange. I didn't count what books you borrowed from the Sutra Pavilion in the past few days. Could it be that you remembered it wrong?"
Liao Meng asked doubtfully.
Liole scratched his head and said sheepishly, "Maybe I remembered it wrong. I'm really sorry, senior brother. Let's deal with that monk from Putuo Mountain as soon as possible!"
Liao Meng nodded and led Liao Le down the mountain.
At this time, the foot of Qingcheng Mountain was already bustling with activity.
A group of disciples in green shirts surrounded the old peach tree.
Among this circle of green figures, a monk wearing simple robes stood out.
The monk's features were delicate and delicate, and his whole body exuded an otherworldly charm. Ordinary people would not dare to look directly into his clear eyes, because when they looked at him, they would always feel ashamed of themselves.
At this time, he was standing in the crowd and said calmly to a disciple in front of him who was clutching his chest and vomiting blood, "I accept it, senior brother!"
After saying that, he leaned down and performed a respectful Buddhist salute, and his eyes calmly swept over the surrounding disciples.
"Is there any other senior fellow apprentice who would like to discuss with me?"
However, after scanning around, no one dared to answer his words.
"Even Senior Brother Yu is no match for him. This person is too strong!"
"
Yes, Senior Brother Liaoyu has learned two things before us! This man is a disciple of Putuo Mountain of the same generation as us! "
"But they are all quasi-Buddhists of the Putuo Mountain class. Can they compare with us?"
"Didn't you say that someone has already gone to find Meng Daozi? Why haven't you seen him come yet?"
"Is it possible that after hearing about this man's cruelty, he was afraid of losing and losing face, so he didn't dare to fight?"
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The disciples were talking a lot, but Xu Yue in the crowd remained calm. Instead, she moved closer to the old peach tree, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes lightly, and began to recite the scriptures softly.
"It's starting again. As soon as this person finishes the fight, he will chant sutras here and won't stop until the next person fights with him."
"Hey, what can be done about this? No one in Qingcheng Mountain can beat him!"
"Who provoked him in the first place?"
"It is said that two disciples saw him sneaking around the old peach tree. They thought he wanted to do something evil to the old peach tree, so they came up to ask. As a result, the monk started hurting people when they disagreed, and the two The disciple gave me a severe beating. The two disciples went back to the mountain to call for help, but they still couldn't beat them..."
"And then it became like this? Alas! I shouldn't have provoked the people in the first place. What can a monk do to this peach tree? You can't pull up the tree! It's better now. The people didn't drive them away, but instead They have blocked our mountain gate. If this matter cannot be resolved quickly, tomorrow someone will say that our mountain gate in Qingcheng Mountain was blocked by a Putuo Mountain disciple!"
"How about we go ask the sect elders to come forward!"
"Shit! Do you think the elders are all blind? This monk has been stuck here for almost an hour. Can the elders not know?"
"It's just because the elder can't come forward. He's just here to block the door as a disciple. You ask the elder of the sect to drive people away? I don't know how they will accuse us Qingcheng Mountain disciples of being useless!"
All the disciples frowned and looked helpless!
After Jueyun made a big fuss in the martial arts tournament, the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain once again faced new troubles...
