The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 45: Meaning and not acquainted with Zenzi
Jing Jiu reached out and asked the old monk to sit down.
The old monk softly explained a few words.
It turns out that Guocheng Temple heard about this incident and was worried that the practitioners would be killed or injured in a conflict over the treasure, so they were asked to come over for treatment at any time.
Jing Jiu thinks it’s normal, because Guocheng Temple is in this style.
If you are new to them, you may think these medical monks are too pedantic, well-known, or even hypocritical.
But if Guocheng Temple has been hypocritical for thousands of years, it will definitely be respected by the entire world, even the Underworld.
“How about you?” the old monk asked.
Jing Jiu said: “Just take a look, the cave is not real, it’s a prank.”
The old monk understands that this kind of thing often happened in the past.
Some former seniors like to make fake caves and joke with juniors before they ascend or disappear.
The old monk was a little puzzled and said, “But… Real Man Jingyang is not of this kind of temperament.”
But… the other real person likes it.
Jing Jiu thought.
The mountain breeze was violent, and the fire in the temple was blown up and down.
More than a dozen monks got up and flew outside the temple, looking towards somewhere in the mountain.
Under the night sky, there is a faint light flashing like water, and a wind rises from there.
“Dongfu is about to open!”
“Go ahead next!”
There are still a few practitioners who couldn’t help but entered the twenty-mile area before the opening of the cave.
As several sword lights illuminate the night sky, more practitioners appear in the surrounding mountains.
Jing Jiu swept up with the wind and landed on the top of a big tree, looking into the distance, silent.
That’s what the man said when he was on the cliff more than twenty miles away.
“If those greedy idiots find that there is no treasure in the cave, but a blank sheet of paper, will they die of anger?”
After saying this, the man laughed happily, and the laughter echoed among the peaks.
Countless years later, the laughter seems to still be echoing here.
Jing Jiu’s eyes suddenly became sharp, like a real sword.
He fell from the treetops, silently like a fallen leaf, and then dived into the night.
It didn’t take long for him to appear on the cliff more than twenty miles away.
He believed that he didn’t make any sound, and he didn’t even disturb the wind. If someone was here just now, he wouldn’t be alarmed by himself.
Starting from the beginning, he doesn’t believe that the other party can be higher than his own.
He was a little disappointed.
There is no one on the cliff.
I don’t know how long it took, and the valley under the cliff became lively.
Dozens of practitioners gathered here, and the disputes became louder and louder. The Dongfu hadn’t fully opened yet, and these casual practitioners and minor sect practitioners could no longer hold back, and began to discuss how to divide the treasures later, but they still couldn’t come up with a plan that everyone was satisfied with.
The young monks in Guocheng Temple felt that the atmosphere in the room was getting more and more tense. They were a little worried and wanted to persuade them, but they couldn’t speak because of their closed mantra. They were very anxious. The old monk saw more similar scenes, knowing that he couldn’t dissuade these people at all, and closed his eyes and began to calm himself.
Later, these practitioners will definitely fight each other and die directly. Fortunately, those severely wounded with severed hands and caesarean can take a lot of energy to heal.
The old monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked high up in the night sky. He sensed the familiar breath and thought with satisfaction that there should be nothing wrong tonight.
The quarrel in the valley gradually subsided, and more and more practitioners sensed the breath coming from the distance in the night sky, and looked up in shock.
An auspicious cloud floated from the southeast, and there was a very grand lotus throne looming, exuding quiet meditation.
“Zhanzi’s golden body!”
The practitioners exclaimed again and again, hurriedly sorted their clothes, and saluted the sky.
All the gifts for the younger generation.
Guocheng Temple Chanzi, one of the most senior people in the spiritual world today.
Jing Jiu looked at the night sky with a smile on his face, thinking that he should have thought that the little monk would come over and take a look.
The only one in the world who knows this story is this little monk.
A sound rang from the depths of auspicious clouds, fell with the wind, and fell in everyone’s ears.
“This is a joke made by real person Taiping and real person Jingyang. There is no real treasure. Let’s go away.”
Zhanzi’s voice is very soft and soft, like nectar. He can’t tell how old he is, and has an unreal feeling.
The practitioners on the ground responded, and scattered around the mountains.
People are so obedient, naturally because of the prestige of Zen.
The monks of Guocheng Temple never lie.
Moreover, everyone knows that Jingyang has no friends, only Chanzi once asked for a hundred days at Shenmo Peak, which is considered close, and what he said is naturally credible.
The two monks, old and young, got up and saluted the auspicious clouds.
Zhanzi’s voice disappeared for a while, and it sounded again.
“Nephew, don’t go north.”
The old monk has a slightly different expression, bowing his head in response.
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Jing Jiu didn’t look at the auspicious clouds in the night sky, but looked at somewhere under the cliff.
There was an old man in black, who seemed to be an ordinary person, and he paid a salute to the younger generation with the practitioners around him.
Qingshan Nine Peaks, everyone has a ghost in their heart.
Jing Jiu didn’t expect to see the biggest ghost tonight, but the most unlikely ghost.
The former peak owner actually came in person.
If it hadn’t been for Zenzi’s appearance, the other party had some reaction, but he would not have noticed it.
Why did the former peak master come? Because he was involved in that incident seven years ago, can’t you rest assured if you don’t come to confirm it with your own eyes?
The next moment, Jing Jiu was wary and wanted to withdraw his gaze, but it was too late.
Xilai Peak Master looked up at him, his expression indifferent, as if he hadn’t found his identity.
Jing Jiu knew that the opponent’s sword consciousness had fallen on his body, and unless he was able to pull a sufficient distance, it couldn’t be erased.
If he leaves like this, the other party can use his sword to find himself at any time, and then kill him with one sword.
Jing Jiu didn’t hesitate to turn around, and walked along the **** of the cliff to the bottom of the auspicious cloud.
The stars are very bright tonight, and the shadows of the auspicious clouds are very clear.
Xiangyun drifted towards the north, he was drifting along the mountains and rivers in the shadow, still not controlling his sword.
I don’t know if Xiangyun is too slow~IndoMTL.com~ or he is too fast. In short, the two sides are always together.
The former peak master didn’t know when he came to the cliff, looked there quietly, and finally did nothing, turned into a sword of light and returned to Qingshan.
Jing Jiu traveled hundreds of miles with the cloud and left Nanhe Prefecture.
The auspicious cloud suddenly became faster, turning into a stream of light towards Chaoge City in the far north, leaving only the voice of Chanzi echoing between heaven and earth.
“My little friend, I’ll be here, goodbye.”
Jing Jiu knew that there were still many people on Xiangyun, and didn’t want to meet each other in the past.
The little child who used to talk casually is now aloof, and he even needs to ask for asylum from the other person.
If someone else is in his current situation, he will be a little depressed, at least a little uncomfortable.
He was okay, but at the end he couldn’t help complaining.
Little…friend?