The old monk looked at him with a gentle smile and shook his head, not sure if he said he didn't know the answer, or did not understand why he asked this question.

The young monk looked much more steady than before, but he still had a temper. He said unhappy when he heard this, "What does your words mean?"

When those practitioners discussed earlier, they only said that who is the leader of Qingshan is more likely to be greater, and they will not express their own ideas.

This is not something that anyone is qualified to express their opinions.

The young monk felt that the other party's problem was obviously malicious.

"Ask any questions."

Jing Jiu took off his hat and sat down in front of the two monks.

The young monk was surprised to see it was him and said happily: "Mr. Jing Jiuxian, it turns out to be you! Why are you here? We meet again."

Jing Jiu said, "Don't you practice silence?"

The young monk felt a little embarrassed and touched his head.

The old monk also laughed and said, "When you went to the temple that year, I was still in the north. When you came back, I heard from my disciples..."

As he was talking, he suddenly coughed, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper, looking very painful.

The young monk quickly explained that his master suffered internal injuries in the Xueyuan area and it was difficult to cure.

Jing Jiu looked over and found that the old monk's meridians were invaded by cold and a little withered. There was indeed no good way, so he could only take care of them for a while.

The young monk was talking about the cold wind in Baicheng, the ugly monster in the snow country, the mystery of the sword saint... Suddenly he raised his hand and covered his mouth.

Jing Jiu thought to himself that he didn’t see the old monk today to shut up?

The young monk covered his mouth with his hands, umbrella twice, insisting on refusing to speak.

The old monk smiled and coughed twice, saying, "After the Xihai incident, the temple will not allow contact with Qingshan disciples."

Jing Jiu knew that this was because Liu Ci let Taiping Zhenren go, so of course he would not give up with the temperament of Zenzi.

He said to the young monk: "I am not an ordinary Qingshan disciple, I am a Shenmofeng disciple."

The young monk thought it was right. The relationship with Qingshan in the temple was originally ordinary, but he was close to Shenmofeng. He quickly put down his hand and said, "Master Immortal, what does that mean when you asked the question just now?"

Jing Jiu said: "I don't know my true face in this mountain, so it's good to listen to other schools' ideas."

The young monk didn't think about why he, a young disciple, cared about the candidates for the sect. He shook his head and said directly: "I have never seen those big figures and don't know any of them. How can I know who is more suitable to be the head of Qingshan?"

Jing Jiuxin wants to know people but not people. Who can tell who they really know?

The young monk asked curiously: "Who do you support? Guangyuan Zhenren or Fang Jingtian Peak?"

Jing Jiu said: "If you don't know each other, you will naturally not support it."

The young monk couldn't understand his words and touched his head with some embarrassment.

For some reason, Jing Jiu always liked this monk very much and asked about his recent situation with a smile.

This level of hustle and bustle is already a very rare thing for him.

The young monk was inspired and told me about traveling with his master in the world over the years, curing and saving lives. Whether it was customs and habits or bizarre conditions, they were all explained one by one. It can be said that they were explained in detail.

This is not the current situation, this is a memoir.

Jing Jiu listened to those who were heroic and righteous, those who saved lives and helped the poor, without any annoyance, no praise, no mockery, and no response, but just occasionally whispered twice.

But he could tell that he listened very seriously.

The old monk looked at the scene with a smile.

The attitude that Jing Jiu showed was the realm that the monks in Guocheng Temple liked the most and pursued.

The morning light finally landed among the peaks, and the bonfire was ashes, so I was about to continue my journey. The young monk asked, "Master Jingjiu, are you going to the Xuanling Sect as well?"

Jing Jiu said: "Yeah, but I don't want to identify myself."

The young monk looked at his face and said worriedly: "This is really difficult... Even if he has a hat covering his hat and does not indicate his identity, the Hangling Sect will not let him in, right?"

Jing Jiu said: "If there is a market ahead, I want to buy two hats."

The young monk didn't understand, but the old monk understood it. After pondering for a moment, he said, "It's good."

...

...

There is a lake among the mountains of Dongling and a canyon to the east. It welcomes morning light every day, so it is called dawn.

Lake Dawn is not as strange as the green mountains and green lakes, nor is it vast as the water surface of the big lake. It is better than the picturesque scenery by the lakeside.

The mountain breeze blows on the willow branches, gently tapping the water surface, and countless ripples are produced.

Many willow branches have bells tied to make crisp sounds. It is not annoying to mix together, but it is just a tranquility.

The most famous of the Hanging Bell Sect is Qingxin Bell.

Qingxin Bells can help practitioners to eliminate evil and calm their minds. Whether they are meditating or wandering, they are extremely important magic tools. The roles of Qingxin Bells of different levels vary greatly, so each practice sect attaches great importance to the Xuanling Sect. In addition, because of Qingshan Sect, the entire cultivation world has been silent for two years, and the Qingxin Conference is the first major event. There are many sects that come to participate, except for the Zhongzhou Sect that closed the mountain, Wuhen Sect and the destroyed Xihai Sword Sect, which have almost all arrived.

In addition to providing appreciation of various grades of Qingxin Ling as usual, this Qingxin Conference also has another thing to celebrate the old lady's birthday.

Interestingly, no one knows how old she lived except the old lady herself.

The world of practice only knows that when she first appeared in the world of practice, the plum meeting had not yet started.

Whether it is Qingxinling's tasting or the old lady's birthday, it is something worth celebrating. There is no celebratory atmosphere by the lake Dawn, and it is even a little depressing.

Practitioners of all sects understand the reasons and restrain their disciples. Do not walk casually before the conference is held. It is best not to travel even if you are visiting the lake.

As the old lady became older, she became more and more worried about the future of the Xuanling Sect. She was worried that the current sect leader, that is, her daughter-in-law Chen, would remarry after her death and hand over the Xuanling Sect to a foreigner. Many years ago, she proposed that Chen marry a nephew of her husband's family, but was rejected without hesitation. That day, the undercurrent of the Xuanling Sect became an open conflict. In order to ensure the continuation of the De family lineage, the old lady used many means. If it weren't for Qingshan's support, she would have been deposed long ago.

...

...

Three monks wearing hats came to the shore of Dawn Lake.

The disciples of the Xuanling Sect who were in charge of receiving were naturally knowledgeable people. They knew that the other party was from Guocheng Temple at a glance. They felt a little uncomfortable and could only welcome him in. Guocheng Temple is deeply admired by fellow practitioners in the cultivation world. If people know that the Xuanling Sect rejected the masters of Guocheng Temple, it would inevitably attract a lot of accusations.

The reason why this disciple of the Xuanling Sect felt uncomfortable was the same as the reason why the casual cultivator in the dilapidated temple left early. The old lady would never invite the monks from Guocheng Temple to attend the Qingxin Conference. The other party came here on his own. Could it be that something would happen to the Qingxin Conference?

No one expected that things would happen so quickly, or that the table would be overturned so early.

At the welcome banquet that night, the white-haired old lady De stood at the main seat with the help of a middle-aged man.

There was no Sect Master Chen, nor the figure of the young master of the Hanging Ling Sect.

The middle-aged man had a deep realm and a cold breath, but was a little unfamiliar to the eyes of practitioners of various sects.

The old lady said calmly: "I'll introduce to you fellow Taoists. This is my husband's nephew, named Yuanquan."

Countless eyes fell on the middle-aged man named Deyuanquan.

Some people have guessed that this is the Taoist couple that the old lady chose for Master Chen.

After a moment of shock, people finally understood the old lady’s intention and couldn’t help but feel uproar!

No matter how powerful the old lady forced Master Chen, the world of cultivation always thought that she was thinking of killing her mother and grandson.

Looking at today's scene, is she planning to pass the throne directly to Deyuanquan?

What about Sect Master Chen and Desse? Are they imprisoned or... already dead?

No one spoke, and the scene was silent.

Even if it is a tragic matter of flesh and blood, it is ultimately the family affairs of the Xuanling Sect.

It is obvious that the old lady has completely controlled the Yunling Sect, and no one else can control it, and she dares not.

At this time, it seemed as if there was a tacit understanding, and countless gazes left Deyuanquan and turned to a certain place in the hall.

That is the best location in the hall.

The person from Qingshan Sect sat there.

The leader was Elder Shi Yuefeng, and the ones were accompanied by young disciples such as Lin Yingliang.

Why don’t you usually plant herbs and refine elixirs among the peaks, and occasionally come forward to preside over the sword meeting. You are not very famous in the world of cultivation.

Judging from his appearance and demeanor, everyone felt that this was a loyal and silent old man.

What are the opinions of Qingshan Sect?

"Where is Master Chen?"

There is no emotional change on He Bumu's face, but the problem is very direct.

The old lady said expressionlessly: "Mrs. Chen was seriously ill a few days ago and was not convenient to come out to see guests."

He Bumu said, "Since that's the case, I'm going to visit it."

The old lady Jun said mutely: "There is a difference between men and women, it is inconvenient."

This is very tough.

Why not mu said, "Where is that young sect leader?"

The old lady said, "Se Se wants to take care of her mother and has no time to meet guests."

Why Bumu stood up and looked at the old lady and said, "You should know that there are only three guests in Shenmo Peak, Tongyan, Bai Zao and the Young Sect Master for many years."

The old lady said expressionlessly: "Elder He has something to say."

He Bumu said, "She can't have anything to do."

The old lady still had a expressionless face and said, "Young people like to play, so it's normal for them to knock. Is it because of this that Zhao Layue would kill Laozi with a sword?"

Why Bumu was silent for a while, looked at the middle-aged man named Deyuanquan, and said, "Do you... want to die?"

(End of this chapter)
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