The dense leaves in the forest were covered with broken blades. The middle-aged Taoist held his Qi Hai, and blood struggled to overflow from his fingers. He looked at the white-clothed immortal with trembling eyes, his heart filled with shock and fear.
He never thought that there would be five real people in such a remote place.
When did Yujian Tianzong produce such a figure
He Guang... He Guang actually knew him
His next question was even more puzzling... Does the Hehuan Sect lack a good leader? What is he going to do? Although the Hehuan Sect also considers itself a famous sect, they know that there is a huge gap between themselves and the truly famous sect. After all, there are only two Purple Court Realm monks in the entire sect, both of whom are less than the fifth floor.
Why do immortals ask such questions
He Guang also looked at him. He recognized the other person. He was the disciple he had chatted with during the Four Peaks Competition. He taught a large part of his sword skills. He... Five True Immortals? how could it be possible
He had already guessed that the disciple he was chatting with was extraordinary, but he did not expect that the disciple who was chatting with him was extraordinary to this extent.
It's just that I can't think of his name anyway.
Ning looked at him for a long time, still waiting for an answer.
He Guang finally understood. He raised his bloody hand with the sword still attached to it with difficulty, cupped his fist and said, "The current leader of the Hehuan Sect is committing atrocities that are unjust. I hope that the Immortal can uphold justice for our sect."
Ning Changjiu nodded gently, looked at the people behind him, and asked again:
"what about you?"
The Taoist robe disciples who came together to hunt down all lowered their hands. Chi Qin also came to her senses in shock and knelt down. She was the first to say: "The sect master is going against the grain, raising his female disciples as cauldrons, and using the whole sect's luck for his own use. Please The Immortal will bring justice to our sect!"
Chi Qin's words were sonorous. The other disciples, who had no good impression of the sect leader, all trembled under the weight of fear and shock: "I beg the immortal to uphold justice for our sect!"
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said calmly, "Since everyone is petitioning, let me go."
…
In the main hall of the Hehuan Sect, the sect master Shang sat arrogantly, and several female disciples were kneeling in the hall. The female disciples knew that the sect master was furious now, so they were all frightened and did not dare to speak.
The sect master has lived for nearly a hundred years, and his face does not look old, but he always has a sense of illness. He is wearing a loose robe, sitting with his elbows on his elbows, his face is serious, and two maids around him are serving him carefully.
In the quiet hall, a young man in his twenties suddenly ran in. The young man put his hands on his hips and looked impatient. As soon as he came in, he yelled: "Why is there no news yet? Uncle Master is Zi after all. Why does it take so long for a great monk in the court realm to catch a disciple?"
The sect leader's words contained majesty, "Be calm and don't be impatient. He Guang won't be able to escape."
"Of course I know he can't escape! Huh, Chi Qin is my Taoist companion. Not only did I lose the Taoist palace competition, but my Taoist companion was abducted by others, which is a shame! I can't put him to death for a moment. I can’t calm down!” The young man was furious and said: “Dad, why don’t you let me bring my sword and chase him, I will kill him with my own hands!”
The sect master said coldly: "Okay, don't cause trouble, I have ordered him to be captured alive, and I will leave it to you to deal with him when the time comes."
The young man calmed down a little, and he was just talking. After all, if he really went, the boy would be in real danger if he forcibly exchanged his life with him.
The female disciples kneeling on the ground exchanged looks. They all knew that the little sect leader was unruly, and that his sect leader not only protected him, but also wanted to kill the real leader... But they only dared to express their dissatisfaction with their eyes. Dare not say a word.
But even the weak glances at each other were still seen by the arrogant and domineering little sect leader. He pointed at the female monk kneeling on the ground and sneered: "What do you think?"
"Disciple doesn't dare." The female monk immediately kowtowed.
The young sect leader said proudly: "Huh, although you are monks, but since you have joined the Hehuan Sect, don't think that you are some famous fairy. You will all be my young master's slaves and cauldron in the future."
The female monks lowered their heads and gnashed their teeth, but the sect leader was so powerful that they did not have the courage to draw swords.
When the little sect leader was feeling content, there was a distant commotion outside, and the joy on his face suddenly turned into ecstasy, knowing that his uncle must have returned in triumph.
The sect leader's perception was further away, but his complexion changed slightly.
"I'm going to welcome my uncle back! Today the Japanese young master is going to kill He Guangliwei! Humph, that ungrateful girl Chi Qin actually ran away with him, don't you think I won't teach her a lesson!" The little sect master was arrogant. Walking proudly towards the door.
The sect leader's sharp voice suddenly sounded: "Close the door! Close the door quickly!"
"What?" The little sect leader was stunned and didn't react.
The sect leader ignored him, took a breath of spiritual energy, clapped his hands, and the heavy door slammed shut. The candlelight in the hall swayed, and it suddenly fell into darkness.
The little sect master was so frightened that he took a few steps back. He stroked his chest and said, "Dad...Dad, what are you doing?"
The sect master frowned. He stared outside the hall and vaguely saw a vague figure. The figure was indifferent and ethereal, but it gave him great fear at a glance.
"Is this... is there an enemy coming?"
"Or has Uncle Master rebelled?"
"ah!"
The young sect master was in a panic and accidentally tripped over a female cultivator in the darkness. He slapped her face angrily and said angrily: "You, do you want to murder the future sect master?"
The female cultivator covered her cheek and immediately apologized, "Disciples don't dare."
The little sect master regained some composure, and he immediately thought that the sect was protected by a large array, and the Hehuan Hall had countless mechanisms. Even if an enemy came, they would never be able to break in here!
As soon as this thought came to his mind, a ray of white light shone on his face without any warning.
There was even more thunder in my ears - that was the sound of the door being pushed open.
When this sound fell into the ears of the father and son of the sect master, it was nothing short of earth-shattering and made people tremble.
The female disciples were surprised and turned around one after another. The light was too bright, and they all subconsciously stretched out their hands to block the light. After their pupils adapted to the brightness, they finally saw the person coming - it was a young man with clear features, white clothes and black hair. The clothes and clothes are floating and rolling, both like soft clouds in the sky.
He stood in the light, took away all the light, came to the temple, and illuminated the boundless darkness.
This moment is incredibly long.
The female disciples will always remember this scene.
The immortals in their eyes were nothing more than devils in the eyes of these sect masters.
The moment Ning Changjiu entered the palace, the sect leader immediately pressed the switch next to his seat.
"careful!"
A female disciple exclaimed.
Ning looked at the blackened sect leader for a long time and shook his head.
Countless flying swords and magic weapons turned into white lines, pressing towards Ning Jiujiu like a storm, instantly covering his lonely figure.
Ning took a long look at them.
Everything stood still.
He walked forward.
The lake where the hidden weapons gathered split to both sides again.
Flying swords whine, bronze bells tremble, poison darts fly back, and iron ropes break inch by inch.
The sect master was shocked. He didn't know whether he should use all his strength to draw his sword or kneel down and beg for mercy. He also had no room to think. The white shadow came to him in an instant.
"You... who are you?" the sect leader said fearfully.
"You are going against the grain, and I am following everyone's wishes, so..." Ning Jiujiu paused for a moment and said slowly: "You should abdicate."
The leader of the Hehuan Sect was shocked and puzzled. He knew that the other party was far stronger than him, but the other party did not kill him even if he disagreed... It seems that there is still room for maneuver in this matter...
While he was still thinking, he felt a pain in the upper part of his lower abdomen. He lowered his head and saw a sword thrust in, piercing through the sea of Qi in him.
The majestic spiritual energy of the Purple Court Realm flowed out, filling the hall with the screams of the sect master.
This scream frightened the little sect master completely. He didn't bother to find out the identity of the other party, and immediately knelt on the ground and shouted for mercy.
The head of the Hehuan Sect rolled down from the main hall, clutching his lower abdomen and screaming in agony.
Ning Jiujiu slowly turned around and looked at the young man who was kneeling and kowtowing until his head was covered in blood. He didn't say anything, but a sword had penetrated the little sect leader's back.
The little sect master screamed and turned around, looking back along the sword.
The person who killed him was none other than the female cultivator who had been slapped by him just now. Her eyes were full of hatred and the hand holding the sword was still trembling.
"You...how dare you do this to me..."
Before he finished speaking, the other female cultivators who were kneeling on the ground drew their swords, pounced on him, and stabbed him to death.
Ning stood in front of the sect leader's seat for a long time, but did not sit down. He looked down at everything that happened in the hall. Blood seeped out along with the light and shadow of the sword, and the hall where light and dark met was extremely dazzling.
He knew that there were many such sects and sect leaders in the world.
The disciples will be restrained by the sect master, but what about the sect master? Where in the world are there any rules to control them
The superior Heavenly Law will only kill those 'devils' who offend it. Even if I overthrow the original Heavenly Law and prevent the arrival of the Dark Sun, what new order can I establish to prevent the evil that is happening all the time in the human world? 'Dark Sun'.
Ning Jiujiu felt a little tired.
The disciples outside also poured in. They watched what happened in the hall and shouted excitedly after a brief silence. He Guang and Chi Qin were both lost in the crowd.
They were excited about the death of the tyrant, called for the arrival of the immortals, and shouted long live the sect master.
So Ning Changjiu, who was standing in front of the seat, had no choice but to sit on it.
Immortals can't help themselves either.
…
After a long time, the hall became quiet. The midday sun had shifted, and the ground was quietly swept by the light. No trace of blood could be seen, as if nothing had happened.
Ning Jiujiu became the leader of the Hehuan Sect.
This was a joke he had made in the past, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a prophecy.
The female disciples eagerly wanted to serve the immortal, but they were all rejected by him. Soon, the saying of 'the new sect leader who is not close to women' spread among the disciples.
Ning read through the complete Yin Yang Towering Ceremony for a long time with a calm expression on his face.
The stream of light was swimming in the darkness, and as he moved his hands and feet into his sleeves, the world presented two colors of yin and yang in his eyes. The yin was not pure, and the yang was not turbid. They were both extremely pure symbols. It flows through the world and outlines the origin of heaven and earth.
"I see."
Ning closed the book for a long time.
He has always had doubts about his encounter with He Guang.
This is a big cause and effect, but he has never been able to figure out the crux of the cause and effect.
After reading the Yin Yang Towering Ceremony, he finally understood.
It turns out that this was one of the secret books that I wrote back then. I don’t know why it was circulated here, but it was practiced incorrectly by other monks and turned into a heretical and obscene technique.
In one of his lifetimes, he was the founder of the Hehuan Sect.
He is the ancestor of all Hehuan sects in the world.
Ning Changjiu couldn't accept it for a while, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed logical.
Is the Hehuan Sect on the rise
He smiled faintly, picked up his pen, and drafted a new introductory technique for the young disciples.
The handwriting is eloquent.
After he finished writing, he came outside the hall and walked into the crowd as if there was no one else around.
No one can see him.
The Hehuan Sect fell into chaos, the disciples were impassioned, and many elders and monks were pulled out to list their evil deeds.
Ning watched everything happening quietly for a long time.
He shouldn't have to worry about this, but as the leader of a sect, of course he must be responsible for the sect.
There were good people among those who were tied up, and there were bad people among those who shouted in anger. His lunar eyes can clearly discern all this.
After Ningjiu had taken care of everything in detail, it was almost dusk.
Just when Ning Jiujiu was about to leave temporarily and go to the Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom, a disciple ran over quickly and his respectful words were full of panic: "Reporting to the sect leader, during the chaos earlier, an elder took advantage of the chaos and escaped. The disciples chased but failed to catch him. Sect Master, do you want to..."
Ning Jiujiu raised his hand.
He shook his head slightly.
"Let him be."
The disciple nodded, understanding that all this must have been expected by the immortal.
When the sun touched the horizon and the crimson light came through, Ning Changjiu walked away with his sword and headed for the Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom.
The journey was smooth, and he only felt a little bound by fate when passing through Linhe City. But only a little.
When the sun completely sank into the horizon, Ning Jiujiu came to the familiar imperial city.
Before leaving, Xiang'er handed over the throne to several ministers headed by Song Bian, and asked them to form their own groups and elect leaders.
This was the first year of Song Dynasty's rule, and everything in Zhao was in order.
But even in the most prosperous times, many people starved to death.
Ning Jiujiu saw the old Taoist priest again in a dark, long and narrow alley. The old Taoist priest was holding a broken flag and sitting on a short chair with crooked legs. He looked at the people passing by and shouted a few words from time to time. More When I was sitting in a daze.
Ning Jiujiu has sharp ears and eyes. Before he entered the alley, he heard many people whispering.
"No matter how hard I try, I can't drive away this stinky Taoist priest..."
"Who knows? How can there be such a Taoist priest? The lotus tube is full of lots of lots. Isn't that disgusting?"
"It is said that he was an expert before."
"Exalted person? Is he like this? Isn't the threshold for being an expert too low?"
"Why don't you sue the government?"
Even an experienced Taoist can hear these words clearly.
Because there was a little messenger lying on his shoulder, and the little ghost conveyed his resentment and vicious thoughts to the ears of the old Taoist. The old Taoist was expressionless, sitting numbly, with a tattered robe draped shabbily on his body.
The old Taoist was really upset after hearing this, so he recited the Sutra on Disaster Relief. However, instead of scaring away the little devils, this sutra made even more little ghosts jump up to him and laugh loudly.
These ghosts are the souls of the dead in and around Zhao Guocheng over the years.
Some of them are faceless ghosts, some are breath-taking ghosts, and there are also many evil ghosts.
They cling to the old Taoist's body like fleas, sucking his energy and blood, as well as sucking in the evil thoughts of passers-by.
The old Taoist chanted the sutra and tried several famous sutras, but to no avail.
He endured this torture for many years.
The sun fell to the bottom of the valley, the light disappeared, but the wrinkles on his face became denser.
Several soldiers were led over. They said something to the old Taoist. The crowd cheered and pushed him away.
The old Taoist moved the stool like a zombie, carried it on his back, and left unsteadily, looking funny. When he left, he mumbled words like "sin" and "obstacle" in his mouth.
The old Taoist returned to his house.
A few years ago, he was one of the top three well-known fortune tellers in the imperial city. After he was ordered to go to the capital to treat the concubine of a prince named Zhao, but to no avail, he became inexplicably plagued by bad luck.
In three years, he spent all his savings and even sold his original big house. Now he has no choice but to rent this shabby house and wait for death.
The old Taoist, whose beard and hair were all white, sat numbly by the window, staring blankly at the imperial city at night. In the darkness behind him, those vulture-like little ghosts were jumping up and down, extremely happy.
He was silent for a long time, then suddenly shouted like crazy, grabbed his throat, veins popped out, and his pupils bulged.
He wants to strangle himself alive.
It was also at this time that a knock on the door sounded.
The crisp sound stopped everything from happening in time.
The old Taoist came back to his senses and was stunned for a while. He touched his neck and suddenly fell into fear again.
After a long time, he went to open the door.
"Who are you… "
The old Taoist looked at the young man in white standing at the door and asked hoarsely. Then, his pupils shrank, "Is it you?!"
He remembered the other party's identity.
Ning Jiujiu nodded, "I still owe the old gentleman a copper coin. I'll pay it back today."
…
The old man stood numbly for a while, then moved out of the way. Ning Jiujiu walked into the house. The little devils dispersed as if seeing the scorching sun, and the darkness where the demons were dancing suddenly became quiet.
The old Taoist man sat down unsteadily and repeated: "It's your fault, it's all your fault! If it weren't for you at that time, how could I have ended up in this situation! You, why did you come to me now..."
Ning Chang looked at him calmly. He took out a copper coin from his arms, handed it to the old man, and said, "I'm here to pay back the money."
"Repay the money?" The old Taoist hesitated for a while.
"Um."
"I don't remember." The old Taoist shook his head.
Ning Jiujiu put the coin on the table and asked, "Why does the old gentleman blame me?"
The old Taoist was as skinny as a stick and his body was buried in the chair.
He looked at Ning Changjiu with empty eyes and said, "I don't remember either."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Sir, it doesn't matter, I might be able to help you."
"Help me?" The old Taoist smiled infatuatedly: "How can you help me? What can you help me?"
Ning Jiujiu said seriously: "I'll help you live a good life as a human being instead of being a human being and a ghost now."
The old Taoist stared at him for a while and said, "How can you help me?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Tell me what you have experienced, and I will help you find the source of the disaster and cut it off."
"Source..." the old Taoist murmured, suddenly showing a look of horror. He stood up from his chair in a hurry, pointed at Ning Jiujiu and shouted: "I know you are quite capable as a Taoist priest, but you, you Can you afford it?!”
Ning stared at the old Taoist's cloudy pupils for a long time. He vaguely guessed something, sighed and said, "What did the empress tell you back then?"
There seemed to be thunder falling silently, and the old Taoist's body stiffened instantly. He looked out the window in horror, stood up immediately, pulled the curtains up, and then huddled in the corner, shivering.
Ning Jiujiu calmed him down a bit with the Jing Jing Sutra, and continued to ask: "It doesn't matter if you just say it, the empress is neither in the imperial city nor in heaven now."
The old Taoist said coldly: "How dare you say this? Do you think you are an immortal? If you are an immortal, why can't you guess the queen's intention?"
Ning thought for a long time.
This is also the problem he is facing now. He has entered the five realms, but he cannot guess what the old Taoist in front of him is thinking. This is very unreasonable. How can an ordinary person avoid the detection of immortals
"I really can't guess it." Ning Jiujiu said sincerely: "I would like to ask an experienced Taoist to clarify my doubts."
He knew that there were many experienced Taoists who entered the imperial city at that time, and many of them died unexpectedly.
"What if I don't say anything?" the old Taoist asked.
"Then I have no choice but to leave." Ning Jiujiu stood up and wanted to leave.
"Wait!" The old Taoist immediately panicked. He looked at the copper coin and said, "Can you really save my life?"
Ning thought for a long time and said: "I will try my best. I just hope that the old gentleman will treat you with sincerity."
The old Taoist hesitated for a long time and finally spoke slowly: "The way to hide your thoughts is very simple, that is... put your thoughts in a box."
…
Ning looked at the wooden boxes on the table for a long time and fell into deep thought.
This is something that an experienced Taoist digs out from the corner.
"That's it." The old Taoist said tiredly and remained motionless.
Ning Jiujiu opened the box.
It was an ordinary box, with ordinary texture and ordinary structure. The only special thing was that after the box was opened, what was hidden inside was still a box.
A box within a box.
A few inconsequential letters were tucked between each box as cover.
Just like this, layer upon layer.
This is not so special. When giving gifts, many people in Zhao State also like to use this kind of box to hide the gifts in the middle for fun.
But such a simple structure actually eluded his eyes.
Ning Jiujiu felt incredible.
He took the small box out of the big box, brushed away the useless letters, and started over and over again. When the box became smaller and smaller, Ning Jiujiu had actually seen the deepest letter with his Taiyin Eyes, and could also clearly read the words on it.
He had already expected the content of the text, so he wasn't really surprised.
He was even more interested in this box.
He opened the last box, took out the letter, and read it again.
"Reverse the Disaster Sutra, draw disaster into the city, and kill Zhao Xiang'er."
…
Yujian Tianzong.
Lu Marian chatted with Yazhu for a long time, and Yazhu told all the big and small things that had happened in the clan in the past three years.
It was getting dark, and Ning had not returned home for a long time.
Lu Marian was unhappy, thinking that he might have gone somewhere to fool around...
At this moment, a white dove flew over and landed on Yazhu's shoulder.
Yazhu untied the letter on the pigeon's leg, read it once, and suddenly frowned.
"What's wrong?" Lu Married asked.
Yazhu said: "An elder from Hehuan Sect came to complain, saying that a demon came to the sect, killed the sect leader, and usurped the throne without authorization. Yujian Tianzong is the righteous sect of Nanzhou, so he tried his best to escape to Here, I hope we will give him justice."
"There are still such arrogant demons in Nanzhou?" Lu Jianwen was a little surprised.
Yazhu frowned and thought carefully for a while, then said: "I don't know, the Hehuan Sect leader does have a bad reputation, but after all he is a monk in the Purple Court Realm, how could he be killed so easily?"
"Hehuan Sect..." Lu Marian suddenly thought of something and asked, "Did the letter say what the devil looks like?"
Yazhu finished reading the letter and said: "Yes, there is. It is said that he is a man in white. He is very young. He looks like he is less than twenty years old."
"..." Lu Marion remained silent.
"What's wrong?" Yazhu vaguely noticed a wave of anger rising beside him.
Lu Marian's face remained as usual and she said: "The monks in the Purple Court Realm will kill as many as they want. The new leader of the Hehuan Sect is indeed a demon."
Yazhu also felt a headache, "We are the orthodox leaders. It stands to reason that we should have a look at this matter to determine whether it is innocent or not. But if it is really a vicious evil spirit..."
"I'll go." Lu Marian said.
"What?" Yazhu was slightly shocked.
Lu Marian's voice was cold and she said, "I will come out personally to pay a visit to the new sect leader."