That night, the entire Sansheng Sect stayed awake all night. When the dawn illuminated Huanhu Mountain and the dust settled, Elder Hu Weiyong resigned from the position of acting head, and his successor was Elder Teng Shangyunteng. Hu Weiyong was disgraced and left the sect overnight without a trace. The news of Ji Danqing's death was suppressed. Except for a few elders, only a few people knew about it. They were all given a gag order and were not allowed to reveal anything.
Xiao Yazhi became the direct disciple of the Acting Sect Master as she wished, but she was not idle either. She continued to run errands for her master, visiting the sects with whom the Three Saints Sect was friends one by one, carefully selecting suitable demon bones, asking for them, or exchanging them, and trying every means to get them. . During this period, she was also very concerned about the news about Qi Fanguan. Elder Hu Weiyong had not been heard from since he left Huanhu Mountain. When he made an appointment with Shen Guanzhu, it became the top priority of the insiders of Sansheng Sect.
A storm is brewing, but Shen Yuanqiong, who is at the center of the storm, knows nothing about it. He does not care about the changes in the outside world. The chess pieces have fallen. All that is left to do is to wait patiently. Plant a grain of millet in the spring and harvest ten thousand grains in the autumn. Son, there is no need to be hasty. The busiest person in Qifan Temple is Tan Yuzi. She is running around looking for suitable disciples. Talents and good qualities are hard to come by. Fortunately, the temple owner does not have too high requirements. Just passable qualifications. This is a rare opportunity in a hundred years. The seeds of cultivation have long been collected by the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism. Even if there are any remaining beads, they may not be worthy of the small Qi Moran Temple.
On this day, Shen Yuanqiong had instructed Li Qixian on his practice. He stood idle in front of the Chengxin Hall, watching the ginkgo leaves turning from green to yellow and falling one by one. Recalling the past, he couldn't calm down. While he was thinking about it, Jiang Youyi came in a hurry, his chest heaving, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes filled with an inexplicable look. He handed over a letter with both hands, saying that it was a letter of challenge from Hu Weiyong, the elder of the Sansheng Sect. Please be sure to read it personally. .
Shen Yuanqiong unfolded the letter and wrote a few lines of words in a tense and concise manner. "At three o'clock at noon on October 20th, under the horned dragon and pine tree on the top of the rolling curtain mountain, I have an appointment with you for a battle. Killing disciples for personal enmity has nothing to do with the sect. Life and death are all determined by destiny. Enter Hu Weiyong." He flicked the letter and thought to himself, the character of Hu Weiyong Not bad. A wisp of flame appeared out of thin air, burning the letter of war into flying ashes. The embers slowly curled up and flew around like butterflies.
The ink was dripping with color and penetrated the back of the paper. Jiang Youyi tilted her head and looked into her eyes, and asked cautiously: "Will the master of the temple go to the appointment?"
Shen Yuanqiong clapped his hands and said: "The elders of the Sansheng Sect handed over the letter of war in a dignified manner. If you don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, you should treat it as the last battle."
Jiang Youyi was a little excited, and then said: "Can the slave family go to watch the battle? I will only watch it from a distance, and I will never cause trouble!"
Shen Yuanqiong refused and wrote lightly: "If you sneak out, I will cramp your muscles and peel off your skin so that you can't be an oiran."
Jiang Youyi shuddered, stretched out her hand and patted her chest, and said aggrievedly: "I just don't want to go to the slave family. Why do you have to say such harsh words to scare the slave family..."
Shen Yuanqiong stretched out his hand to touch her face and said: "Stay in Chengxin Palace obediently and don't use any crooked ideas. If there is a chance in the future, I will count you in."
Jiang Youyi turned her head, knocked her chin into his palm, pretended to be obedient, and murmured: "Rolling Shutter Mountain is thousands of miles away, the master of the temple must leave as soon as possible. If there is anything missing, the slave family will take care of it overnight..." …”
Shen Yuanqiong said with a smile: "If you leave in the morning and come back in the evening, you will come back as soon as you leave. It only lasts two or three days, so there is nothing to deal with!"
Seeing that he was in a good mood, Jiang Youyi tentatively asked, "Since we are not in a hurry to leave, how about we arrange fine wine and delicacies, have the Fox Lady sing and dance, and have fun with the Lord of the View for three days as a farewell ceremony?"
Shen Yuanqiong nodded and said: "Today is October 15th. If you have nothing to do, go ahead and make arrangements. Call up Tan Yuzi and several inner disciples to have a reunion banquet to celebrate the Yuan Festival."
Taoism has the theory of three officials, the Heavenly Official, the Earth Official, and the Water Official. It means that the Nine Qi of the Upper Yuan Dynasty blesses the Heavenly Official, the Seven Qi of the Middle Yuan forgives the Earth Official, and the Lower Yuan Five Qi relieves the Shuiguan. The Lower Yuanjie is the Shuiguan. On the day of relief, it was customary for Taoist temples to be used as dojos, and people to offer sacrifices to the dead. Jiang Youyi had been living in the human world for many years, so she naturally knew the rules of the Xiayuan Festival and went to make arrangements with excitement.
That day, everyone in Qifan Temple celebrated the Xiayuan Festival. The outer disciples set up several tables, filled the basins with thick fish and meat, and had enough rice. Everyone was not polite, they drank a jar of rice wine to satisfy their appetite, let go of their bellies, and ate to their fullest. After putting away the cups and plates, it was still early in the morning, so they sat in the courtyard, talking and laughing under the moonlight, a rare moment of relaxation. Most of the children of the mountain people are simple and simple, and they are very satisfied with their current life. Although there are many chores in the temple, they are much better than before when they struggled to survive, hungry and full, and the cold and heat were intrusive. As for being selected by the temple owner, they have an income. It is everyone's predestined relationship to practice Taoism. You can't force it, and you can't be jealous. Tan Yuzi's command was very strict. Anyone with impure thoughts or laziness would be punished in public for the first offense, and directly kicked out of the temple for subsequent offenses. Qifan Temple is a place for Taoist cultivation, and they will not be allowed to run wild.
There was another scene in Chengxin Hall. Shen Yuanqiong, Tan Yuzi, Jiang Youyi, Jiang Shiniang, Jiang Juxian, Jiang Xiuyun, Jiang Baozhu, Luo Yun, Yang Lan, and Li Qixian gathered together. Shuima'er and He Xi'er served diligently. In addition to fine wine and delicacies, there were also songs and dances by the Fox Princess. Have fun. Jiang Youyi was good at dancing with her long sleeves, flying around the hall like a butterfly. One moment she encouraged everyone to take turns toasting, and the other moment she encouraged her disciples to perform unique skills, making the atmosphere lively and lively, just right.
It's hard to get together on a good night, and since then we have established ourselves in Qifanguan. This is the first time for everyone to drink and celebrate, and to spend the festival together. Shen Yuanqiong's wine was dry, and his eyes became brighter and brighter as he drank. All kinds of pleasures in the world, joys and sorrows, love and hatred, are just like the wind ruffling a pool of spring water. The ripples calm down, but still reflect the bright moon in the heart of the sky. The meeting was a predestined one, so he borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha, and gave each person a pill, which could replenish vitality, prolong life, and cure diseases. They treated everyone equally. Even the singing and dancing Fox Princess also benefited, and she was very surprised.
When the song ended and everyone dispersed, Chengxin Palace returned to its deserted state. Li Qixian was the last to bid farewell to the temple master and left under the moonlight. Shen Yuanqiong stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the grass and trees in Qifan, thinking that when he arrived at the Rolling Curtain Mountain to arrange a war, there should be news from Mu Yuanxiong, and soon he could start to promote the next plan. Turn this sect into his cattle pen and pig pen. It's just that Qing Xizi hasn't shown up for a long time. After all, she is a potential hidden danger. This woman is ruthless and has magical powers. If she lurks aside and silently snoops, it will hinder his plan, so he has to guard against it.
Suddenly, a few days passed, and there was not much left before the agreed time. Shen Yuanqiong did not make any big fanfare, he only called Tan Yuzi and quietly left Qifan Temple. A faint golden light was fleeting and disappeared outside the sky. Tan Yuzi stood there for a long time, not knowing what it was like in her heart. Qi Fan Guan was no longer the Qi Fan Guan it used to be. She had been working so hard these days and she didn't even know she was busy. Something. What exactly is the viewer planning? Where will he take Qi Fanguan? Every time she calmed down, she always felt frightened and something was wrong.
