Tianqing Pond is very large, with a radius of dozens of miles, and its spiritual energy rises, like a lake of creation that is loved by heaven and earth.

If you can practice here, it will be a great blessing in the world.

The sects in Zhongzhou like to compete for the blessings of the caves and the places of creation in the vast northern boundaries, especially the holy mountains. The general's mansion in the northern boundaries holds the eighteen mansions in the Great Wall, but the remaining territory, the thirty-six caves and seventy-two blessings, are divided up completely... The disciples of the Holy Mountain will go to the northern boundary to try their best, and they will pass the "caves" occupied by their own sects. In fact, those caves and blessed places may not be much better than Zhongzhou's cultivation resources.

Several truly top caves in the northern border were sealed by the great figures of Nirvana and were listed as "forbidden land".

Today, Fu Yao, the master of Luojia Mountain, once took his disciple Ye Hong to brush away the "Nether Cave Heaven" trial and tried to break through the bottleneck of the ten realms.

And this "Tianqing Pond" has a rich spiritual energy level, just far exceeding the caves occupied by Zhongzhou.

The most important thing is that Tianqing Pond is famous for "raising souls".

The lake surface ripples open.

Ning Yi and Pei Lingsu were walking on the lake.

"There is actually someone living in the middle of this lake..." Ning Yi walked in the mist on the lake surface, raising his soul here. There seemed to be some strange power in the lake water, so that his divine thoughts could not spread out after stepping into Tianqing Pool.

He had encountered the Starlight Forbidden Formation.

This is like a soul-sealing formation... but the sword-holder's intuition is very sensitive. Even if he loses the soul perception, he can still tell good or bad fortune. Ning Yi walked in Tianqing Pool without any danger.

On the contrary, the soul is extremely comfortable.

"This is such a treasure land." He sighed in his heart. No wonder the guest told himself so confidently that he would never happen unexpectedly in the six months before the Ullambana Festival.

The fog in the distance gradually fades, highlighting the outline of a pavilion in the middle of the lake.

"There are very few records about the 'Tianqing Pond' in Buddhism." Pei Lingsu held Ning Yi's palm, looked at the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and smiled: "Lingshan is a mysterious holy place in the eyes of the world, and the 'Tianqing Pond' is a magnificent jewel on the golden crown of the Buddhist temple."

"But in the ancient Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures, some people praised the greatness of the 'Tianqing Pool Lord', saying that it created a new path for Buddhist practice." The girl paused, and looked at the outline of the lake center pavilion, with a three-point respect. "In the past, Buddhist ascetics blindly tempered their bodies, but the 'Tianqing Pool Lord' was said to be the most powerful 'Soul Cultivator' of that era... created an unprecedented miracle and left this holy place."

Ning Yi murmured: "No wonder the sect leader of the Literature Sect regards this place as a treasure... and refuses to move in for outsiders."

"Did those children of the Vinaya Sect have the honor of entering Tianqing Pond, and at most they sit cross-legged by the lake to practice, even taking a sip of the lake water is considered defilement?" Ning Yi suddenly thought of something interesting and couldn't help asking, "If they know what we are doing...will that not?"

The girl rolled her eyes and asked back, "Is this a shameful thing for someone else?"

Ning Yi burst out laughing: "Mr. Ning is open and upright. He entered Tianqing Pond in front of all the brothers of the Literature Sect. How can the things that the sword cultivator do be called a shameful thing..."

He looked upright and said solemnly: "I respect my predecessors, but... I just respect me."

"Respect the amazing talents of our predecessors."

"But you will never bow your head and take a detour."

Pei Lingsu made up a few words in the back, she smiled and looked at Ning Yi with a slightly stunned expression, "It's not the first day I've known you."

...

...

The edges and corners of the pavilion in the middle of the lake knocked away the fog.

The jingling sound spread out over the lake.

“Wind chime.”

"It's the wind chime again."

In Ning Yi's memory, many scenes of wind chimes at the eaves flashed through.

The eaves of Pope Chen Yi's carriage were also hung with ringing bells.

Not only the Pope, but also Su Mu from the Sanqing Pavilion, as well as the well-known figures of the Dao Sect, and even Mr. Zhou You, they carry a bell with them.

The "big figures" of the two major corps seem to like to decorate with wind chimes, but there is no such custom in Zhongzhou... Does this have some special meaning?

"In the cognition of the Dao Sect, the technique of wind and thunder can drive away evil spirits. The wind and thunder are hidden in the bells, and the ancient bell is not convenient to carry, so they use bells to control the thunder." Pei Yatou saw Ning Yi's thoughts at a glance and said with a smile: "There is actually no such custom in Lingshan... But this owner of Huxin Pavilion seems to be an alternative."

Maybe practice the ancient arts of the Taoist sect?

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and understood what the girl meant.

This pavilion in the middle of the lake stands on the water surface. The pavilion is not big. It is an old chess board with spotless dust on it. There are three copper coins and two chess pieces on the chess scale.

"The Liu Yao Art."

"The divination technique of the Great Sui royal family, Emperor Guangming once found a national master, who opened the border and opened the wilderness to divine good and bad luck. The single name is one word. This body involves too many taboos, so ordinary people cannot recite it in words... After the founding of the country, the library of classics and many secrets sealed everything of the "first emperor" and sank into the Hongfu River together with the secrets of the national master. No one knows the real mystery behind history. And the "Liu Yao Art" is the secret treasure left by the national master." Pei Lingsu pondered for a moment, his eyes stayed on the three copper coins, rubbing his chin with his fingers, "Mr. Yuan Chun of the Lotus Pavilion should be the best genius in the practice of Liu Yao Art for thousands of years."

Ning Yi remained silent and looked at the girl with a very complicated look.

"Why do you look at me like this?" Pei Lingsu asked curiously: "Did you know me on the first day?"

Ning Yi knew that Yatou was a "learning and almost familiar" genius.

But I don’t know... the girl’s erudition has reached this level.

"There will be recorded in the Tiandu Library?" Ning Yi rubbed his eyebrows. If he remembered correctly, the time when the girl really "opened up" and tried hard to absorb knowledge was the years in the Jianxinghou Mansion.

"Of course not."

Pei Lingsu raised his eyebrows, "I saw it in Fengxueyuan."

Ning Yi suddenly didn't know what to say.

Three years.

During the three years of seclusion in the Snowy Land, the girl was always told by the girl with an understatement of "There is nothing to say"... But Ning Yi always knew that in the past three years, the girl had not lived an easier life than him.

"If I'm not mistaken, there should be a cave hidden here."

Pei Lingsu interrupted Ning Yi's thoughts, pulled his sleeves and walked directly into the Huxin Pavilion.

Ning Yi's heart sank when he was pulled up his sleeves. He pressed the hilt of Xixue's sword with his other hand and wanted to be careful about the formation. As a result, he went straight into the Huxin Pavilion and there was nothing unusual.

"Hu..." He breathed a sigh of relief.

This master of Tianqing Pond, as an ancient powerful man, left such a blessed land, was obviously a genius who practiced many secret techniques. I wonder if he would leave any means.

Ning Yi, who was used to trampling on the ban killing formation in the world of the demon clan, was used to being careful.

After all, if you are not careful, you may cause "killing disaster".

But here... is Lingshan.

Pei Lingsu was already sitting on one side of the chessboard, staring at the patterns on the chessboard, and speaking casually.

"You're over-concerned."

Ning Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The holy land left by the Lord of Tianqing Pond has already set up a formation, and only Buddhists are not allowed to enter the lake... Those who can enter the lake will naturally be younger generations.

The girl sitting on the side of the chessboard suddenly became serious, her voice softly, and she spoke word by word.

“‘He’s an extremely conceited person.”

"The wind chimes at the eaves are the 'thunder control' technique of the ancient Taoist sect. Three copper coins stacked together come from the royal family's 'six-ray'. They have chess pieces together and have not yet been out of the bag. However, the surface of the chess board is mottled. They like to play chess during their lifetime... They were born in Lingshan and were proficient in the three most powerful types of magic in the world of the Sui Dynasty. Such a genius will naturally not be a 'stinky chess basket'." The girl's expression was a little dazed. The little Yanshan realm behind her appeared, and soul silk threads spread along the long pavilion, spreading like a spider web.

Ning Yi held Xixue and stood beside her without disturbing her thinking.

Pei Lingsu is "deduction".

Or... in "construction".

The girl tried hard to restore the identity of the owner of Huxin Pavilion. Her eyes moved away from the chessboard bit by bit, looking at the empty seat opposite, "The wind and thunder in the eaves have been accumulated for a long time, and the Tianqing Pond is so huge, but no descendants of the Literature Sect dare to trek into this pavilion... Because the entire Literature Sect respects your 'status'. You like silence and cleanness, so the Huxin Pavilion does not fall into dust at all, and the chessboard is quite clean. You have built a simple 'dust removal array', but you have not used ancient Sanskrit, vows, and in terms of formation attainments, you are not just a sect of Lingshan."

"The formation I saw when I came in was built by the formation master who repaired the ancient cave, and was constructed purely by the power of wishes..." Pei Lingsu stared at the chessboard and smiled: "You are using 'Liuyao' and will not use Buddhist methods to build the formation."

"There are too few records about Tianqing Pond in ancient Sanskrit books... This is actually an unreasonable thing. Even the Lingshan Zen Law was found in ancient Sanskrit. The only thing that could make something unverifiable is time. Tianqing Pond has existed for too long."

Ning Yi looked around and agreed with the girl's speculation... There was once a cave here.

The Lord of Tianqing Pond has lived here.

But... the soul cannot spread and there is no trace at all.

"A genius like you must be extremely proud. With your status in the Vinaya Sect, you don't need formations at all. People in this incense land once regarded you as a god... So at the beginning, Tianqing Pond would not set up formations at all." The girl's eyes lit up, "Where is the cave where you live? There is no trace of a knife and axe carved in this dozens of miles of lake... is it hidden at the bottom of the lake? Just under the pavilion in the middle of the lake?"

"No...no..."

Pei Lingsu murmured softly: "You have been dead for a long time? Why do I feel that the owner of this courtyard just played chess yesterday?"

She stretched out a hand and slowly stroked the chessboard.

The chessboard is as mottled as the old one, and the two bags are brand new in black and white.

The wind chimes at the eaves swayed, and a soft sound of water flowing in the bells rippled.

Pei Lingsu stretched out a hand and twisted a ray of air. The wind and thunder were trembling at the fingertips, pursuing the thousand-year-old thoughts, that little bit of inspiration, the next moment when it was about to be captured—

Pei Ling looked murderous and raised her head.

There was a rumbling thunder sounding over the entire pavilion in the middle of the lake.

A noisy drink sounded over the Tianqing Pond.

The master of the Vinaya Sect stood between the mountains, holding a Vajra Stick, urging his own cultivation, and making a thick sound over the entire formation.

"Ning Yi——"

"Go out!!"
Chapter completed!