Jing Jiu reached out to ask the old monk to sit down.

The old monk explained a few words softly.

It turned out that Guocheng Temple heard about this and was worried that the practitioners would have a conflict in order to compete for treasures, and the casualties were too miserable, so they asked them to come over to facilitate treatment at any time.

Jing Jiu felt it was normal because Guocheng Temple had this style.

If you are new to you, you may think that these medical monks are too pedantic, well-known, and even seem very pretentious.

But Guocheng Temple has been pretentious for thousands of years, and it will inevitably be respected by the whole world, even including the underworld.

"Where are you?" the old monk asked.

Jing Jiu said: "Just look, the cave is not real, it's just a prank."

The old monk understood that such things happened often in the past.

Some of the former predecessors liked to make fake caves and joke with their younger generations before ascending or disappearing.

The old monk was a little confused and said, "But... Jingyang Zhenren is not like this."

But... the other person likes it.

Jing Jiu thought.

The mountain wind blew, and the fires in the temple were blown away.

More than a dozen practitioners stood up and rushed to the outside of the temple, looking towards a place in the mountains.

There is a faint precious light flashing like water under the night sky, and a wind rises from there.

"The cave is about to open!"

"Let's go first!"

There were still a few practitioners who couldn't help but enter the twenty-mile area before the cave opened.

As several sword lights illuminate the night sky, more practitioners appeared in the surrounding mountains and fields.

Jing Jiu blew up with the wind and landed on the top of a big tree, looking into the distance, silent.

That was the cliff more than twenty miles away, and that person said this.

"Will those greedy idiots be angry to death if they find that there are no treasures in the cave and only a piece of white paper?"

After saying this, the man laughed happily, and the laughter echoed among the peaks.

Countless years later, the laughter seemed to be still echoing here.

Jing Jiu's eyes suddenly became sharp, like a real sword.

He fell from the treetops, quietly like a fallen leaf, and then sneaked into the night.

Not long after, he appeared on the cliff more than twenty miles away.

He believed that he did not make any sound, and even had little disturbance to the wind. If there were someone here just now, he would not have been alarmed by him.

It all starts from scratch, and he doesn't believe that the other party can be much higher than his own.

He was a little disappointed.

There is no one on the cliff.

I don’t know how long it took, but the valley under the cliff became lively.

Dozens of practitioners gathered here, and the dispute became louder and louder. Before the cave was fully opened, these casual cultivators and practitioners of small sects could no longer hold back and began to discuss how to divide treasures later, but they could not come up with a solution that everyone was satisfied with.

The young monks in Guocheng Temple felt that the atmosphere in the venue became more and more tense, and they were a little worried. They wanted to persuade him, but they could not speak because of the constant sarcasm. They were very anxious. The old monk saw many similar scenes and knew that they could not dissuade these people at all. They closed their eyes and began to calm down.

These practitioners will definitely fight later, and it’s okay to die directly. Those severe injuries with broken hands and broken belly will take a lot of energy to treat them.

The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at the high point of the night sky, sensed the familiar breath, and felt relieved that nothing should be done tonight.

The quarrels in the valley gradually subsided, and more and more practitioners sensed the breath from the distance of the night sky, and looked up in shock.

A auspicious cloud floated from the southeast direction, and there was an extremely grand lotus throne looming, emitting a quiet Zen breath.

"The golden body of Zen son!"

The practitioners exclaimed in surprise, quickly tidied up their clothes and saluted to the sky.

All the gifts of juniors are performed.

The Zen Sect of Guocheng Temple is one of the highest generation in the world of practice today.

Jing Jiu looked at the night sky with a smile on his face, thinking that he had long thought that the little monk would come over to take a look.

The only one in the world who knows this story is this little monk.

A sound sounded from the depths of the auspicious clouds, falling with the wind, and falling into the ears of everyone.

"This is a joke between Taiping Zhenren and Jingyang Zhenren. There is no real treasure. Let's disperse you."

The Zen master's voice is very clear and soft, like nectar, and he can't tell the age of his age, and he has a non-real feeling.

The practitioners on the ground should have dispersed toward the mountains and fields.

Everyone is so obedient, so naturally because of the prestige of Zen.

The monks in Guocheng Temple never lie.

And everyone knows that Jingyang Zhenren has no friends, only Zenzi once asked a hundred days at Shenmao Peak, which is considered close, so what he said is naturally credible.

The two monks, old and young, stood up and saluted to the auspicious cloud.

The Zen's voice disappeared for a while and sounded again.

"Mr. Nephew, don't look north."

The old monk looked slightly different and he lowered his head to respond.

...

...

Jing Jiu did not look at the auspicious clouds in the night sky, but looked at somewhere under the cliff.

There was an old man in black there who seemed ordinary, and he performed the junior rituals with the practitioners around him.

There is a ghost in the green mountains and nine peaks.

Jing Jiu didn't expect that he didn't see the biggest ghost tonight, but he saw the most unlikely ghost.

The former Peak Lord actually came in person.

If it weren't for the Zen master's reaction when he appeared, he wouldn't have noticed it.

Why did the Master of the Peak in the West come? Because he also participated in that matter seven years ago, and if he didn’t come and confirm it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t be relieved?

The next moment, Jing Jiu was warned and wanted to withdraw his sight, but it was too late.

The Master of Xilai looked up at him, his expression was indifferent, as if he had not discovered his identity.

Jing Jiu knew that the other party's sword consciousness had fallen on him and could not be erased unless it could be opened enough distance.

If he leaves like this, the other party can find himself with his sword consciousness at any time later and then kill him with one sword.

Jing Jiu turned around and walked without hesitation, following the incline of the cliff to the bottom of the auspicious cloud.

The stars are bright tonight, and the shadows of the auspicious clouds are very clear.

The auspicious clouds floated to the north, and he was floating forward in the mountains, rivers and rivers in the shadows, still without a sword control.

I don’t know if Xiangyun is too slow or he is too fast, but in short, both sides are always together.

The former peak master came to the cliff at some point and looked there quietly. In the end, he did nothing and turned into a sword light and returned to the green mountain.

Jing Jiu and Yun walked hundreds of miles together and left Nanhezhou.

The auspicious clouds suddenly became faster, turning into a stream of light towards Chaoge City in the far north, leaving only the voice of Zenzi echoing between heaven and earth.

"My friend, I'll send it here, see you."

Jing Jiu knew that there were many people on Xiangyun, and he didn't want to go over and meet each other.

The child who once spoke casually is now above his superiors and even needs to ask for the other party's protection.

If someone else was in his current situation, he would probably be a little depressed, at least a little uncomfortable.

He was fine, but at the end he heard this, he couldn't help but complain.

Little...friend?
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