Chapter 783 Meeting
Rejected Brother Dao's kindness.
The tall monk sitting cross-legged in the Taoist temple under the big locust tree was lost in thought.
It’s not that he was on guard against Yuyan or that he was hiding his Taoism, it was probably because Lord Tushan was still wary of the Taoist inheritance.
After all, that is the way of the Tao Lord.
Even a slight leak will affect his path and make his own path unconsciously refer to that Tao Lord.
With his current state, he should indeed consider the method of sanctification.
Thinking of this, the tall monk pointed his sword fingers at his eyebrows.
A slight turn.
A blood jade gourd emerged from the center of the flashing lines and fell into his hand. With a movement of magic power, the gourd turned into the size of a human head in the wind and hung in front of Tushanjun.
"The magic of the Holy Spirit turning demons into immortals."
The red-haired monk whispered softly.
Until now, he still couldn't understand the hundreds and thousands of 'words'.
However, this blood gourd seems to be less aggressive and more gentle.
The white light, like an elf floating in the gourd, rotated in the gourd, which surprised Tushanjun. The gourd and the white light seemed to form an inexplicable harmony.
He remembered very clearly that this was passed down to him by the white jade ancestor stone statue when he left Xingluo Sea.
"Like sword energy..."
Only when his spiritual consciousness touched it did he realize that the lively air mass was still undergoing changes.
It actually made Tushanjun suspicious.
This aura seemed to turn the gourd into his own shelter.
He tried to activate it, but he didn't see the aura changing with his consciousness.
Thinking of the miraculous power of the Patriarch Statue, Tu Shanjun felt that it was because of his own lack of cultivation that he could not use it.
As a disciple of Taiyi Shengxian Sect, he made sacrifices to heaven and earth and wrote to Da Zhi. How could Venerable Taihua deprive him of his identity and let him leave? It was probably because he was concerned about his identity as a Taoist weapon.
In fact, even if Venerable Taihua didn't tell him, he would have asked himself to leave.
He will definitely not return to Taiyi Shengxian Sect.
Even though his identity is okay, he doesn't want to become a puppet in the hands of others.
I feel uncomfortable living under the eyes of the great monk.
Therefore, even if he is a disciple of the sect, Tu Shanjun is still wary.
Xu Sanniang relied on the Sovereign Soul Flag to refine the Yin Soul Pill and at the same time use her own visualization skills. In the sea of consciousness, an eight-winged butterfly stayed and gathered together, like a huge cocoon, protecting her Yin God.
A miniature version of Xu Sanniang sits cross-legged in the Dantian of the Yin God, which is her Nascent Soul.
Swallowing and vomiting, thousands of Qi Qi gathered behind her to form an illusory figure.
The human figure twists and displays the seals and changes its body shape.
Shure.
Ever-changing.
The virtual image transformed by the clear energy split into hundreds and thousands of them in an instant, and then gathered together into one body, and then gradually sank into Sanniang's true form.
The spiritual aura around him formed a surrounding starlight embellishment.
…
Yueyan sat on the high seat in the main hall and calmly faced the two elders.
"Since the elders know that the Great Artifact Sect and our Divine Sect are quite close, why can't we give the little girl to them? Now that they are waiting for her to come to ask for her, they are giving her evidence." One of the elders with a serious face advised.
"It's better to just hand him over."
Another elder quickly stopped him: "No."
"It was okay in the past, but now we shouldn't be friends with anyone."
"What about that?"
"With the strength of the Pei clan of the Great Weapon Sect, if we insist on making things difficult, the Shen Sect will definitely not let us do anything." The elder with a serious face said sadly.
He was puzzled as to why Yueyan had been cautious for so many years and now he became confused.
You shouldn't act out of anger just because you are an old friend.
Venerable Yuyanyan said: "It is not certain that Pei will continue to be in trouble. Their attitude in coming this time is more like confirming whether the person is here with me, but Yang Houfeng should make a fuss about this matter."
"It is a small thing to lose some power, but it is a big thing to reconsider the candidates for the Holy Land."
"The head of the general affairs sect said he would not be partial. In fact, he inherited it from his ancestors and would definitely favor the inner sect."
"The ancestors are in seclusion again. They will definitely do something at this time."
"It's better to enter the Holy Land as early as possible." The slightly rounder elder looked at Yu Yan who was in charge.
"The monks from other sects hope that you will become a saint soon."
The serious elder also nodded.
"Wait a little longer." Lord Yuyan muttered.
Once he steps into the Holy Land, he doesn't know when he will come out.
During his absence, there was no guarantee that the monks of the inner sect would not send Sanniang out in exchange for Pei's support, which would cause trouble.
Moreover, he has not yet realized the inspiration for becoming a saint, and he is not in a hurry to enter the holy land to practice cultivation. The top priority is to stabilize the power of the inner and outer sects.
Lord Yuyan, who was about to continue talking, suddenly raised his head and looked at the location of the cave's melting seat.
…
Before even setting foot in the blessed land, the surging spiritual energy was already like a long river.
A monk in black and red robes walked over, his body-protecting aura shrouding Zi Shaoqing beside him.
A few moments.
Over the lava.
The chattering elves all stopped when they saw the strange monk arriving.
The giant beast swimming in magma raised its small eyes and stared at the approaching monk. After seeing the person, it immediately swept its tail and dived deeper.
The monk in black and red robes looked at Zi Shaoqing beside him and asked, "I still need to trouble my aunt to open the blessed land."
Zi Shaoqing was eager to give it a try. She swung the token at her waist, and an invisible mist suddenly turned into ripples. Then, a huge and lush blessed land appeared in front of the two of them.
"I'll give you a lookout."
"Go ahead."
Zi Shaoqing, who was stunned by Tushan and was cowering, stepped into the blessed land without saying anything.
A round of light shaped like a round sun and a permanent moon hangs in the sky.
Looking around, the spirit of the formation still remains.
What surprised her was that there was no 'monk to recuperate' as Zi Shaoqing mentioned here. There was only open land and flowing spiritual energy, and there was no trace of evil energy left.
Tu Shan Jinghong pondered: "No?"
Some of the anxiety in my heart disappeared.
Twist.
Seal.
A tall phantom appeared behind Tu Shan Jinghong. The phantom had red hair at the top, and his hands were protecting her eyes. With the use of the seal, the blue-black ghost hands moved away from the gap.
Her light red eyes turned purple in an instant and split into two connected pupils.
Double pupil rotation.
Shadows of the past reappear in front of me.
Although I had already learned some information from Aunt Zi Shaoqing.
However, when she used her magical power to see clearly, she still felt an uncontrollable excitement, and it turned into a smile under her gaze.
laugh.
laughing out loud.
Until it's hilarious.
soon.
Tushan Jinghong walked out of the blessed land and saw Zi Shaoqing guarding the door.
Zi Shaoqing asked expectantly: "Have you seen it?"
Unexpectedly, the tall, thick-haired monk in front of him shook his head and said, "Not in the blessed land."
As the monk who opened the blessed land, Zi Shaoqing should be aware of the situation in the blessed land. She didn't enter because she was unsure.
After hearing Jinghong's words, he was stunned for a long time.
He murmured: "How is that possible? I obviously see my senior brother and go back and forth from time to time."
"And what Xu Sanniang said is exactly..."
As he said that, he turned his eyes to look at Jinghong beside him.
The splendid-looking young monk had a calm expression, neither happy nor sad. He was not disappointed because he had not received the news, nor was he suddenly happy about the good news, nor was he nervous, nervous or excited.
It was as if, in her eyes, there was only long-term tranquility and indifference, and it was this indifference that seemed so unfathomable.
Zi Shaoqing suddenly found that she could not understand Jinghong.
It was at this moment that she suddenly remembered that Jinghong was already the Reverend God Transformation.
Not only does he have great strength, but he also possesses good moral conduct.
"aunt."
"Huh?!" Zi Shaoqing came back to her senses.
"let's go."
On the way back, Zi Shaoqing asked, "You must know where he is, right?"
"Know."
"Actually, I should have thought of it earlier." Jinghong nodded slightly.
She should have realized this after she heard about Xu Sanniang's origins from Zi Shaoqing.
It was just that I was eager to seek verification at that time, so I rushed here in a hurry. Now that I think about it, since Xu Sanniang has already walked out of the dojo, how could she still stay in the blessed place.
No wonder Xu Sanniang was not afraid at all when facing the elders of the Pei clan, and even vaguely seemed to be about to take action.
"Where?"
"Far away, yet so close."
"cut."
Zi Shaoqing pouted and said, "Jinghong, you and my master are becoming more and more alike."
"What?"
"Play charades!"
"Have you reached such a state of cultivation that you don't like to talk quickly to others?"
"No, it's just that some things have a great impact when spoken out, so they need to be understood."
"Satoru?"
While the two were talking, the Taoist boy hurried over and said, "Uncle, senior, the Patriarch is waiting in the Risheng Hall."
"broken."
Zi Shaoqing said: "Master must have discovered that we trespassed on the blessed land."
"It's not necessarily a bad thing."
"Let's go, aunt."
Jinghong dragged Zi Shaoqing to the main hall.
Inside the palace.
Lord Yuyan looked at the monk sitting in the first seat on the left with a smile. There was also a monk sitting on the other side of the monk's tea table.
Venerable Yuyan said: "Why don't you wait to ask, but you take the initiative to show up?"
The monk in the first seat smiled helplessly: "Go out early to avoid being blocked by others."
He had already sensed the rotation of the spell, so there was no need to hide it.
In fact, he should have known a long time ago that since he came here, his news basically couldn't be hidden.
Yueyan told him in advance, which was enough to show that the so-called secret was actually like a sieve leaking air everywhere.
Bada.
The iron boots fell to the ground.
The tall monk stepped into the hall.
He bowed his hands and bowed to the high-seating Lord Yuyan.
Then he walked up to the red-haired monk.
He was about to bow and kowtow, but he was supported by a pair of strong arms.
Looking up, there was a pair of black and red eyes looking at her steadily on that handsome face, smiling and saying: "I haven't seen you for so many years, why do you still need to give me a big gift to my father?"
Xu Sanniang looked at the approaching monk and stared at it for a long time.
Tushan Jinghong was stunned and reached out to hold the arm of the tall monk in front of him.
He also laughed: "No need to..."
"No need to hold your head and cry."
"father!"
"Three hundred years."
"yes."
Tu Shanjun blinked his eyes and sighed: "It turns out that three hundred years have passed since we said goodbye."
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