After glancing at the Taoist boys, Zong Ci turned around and walked to the Tianzi Cave with a complicated mood.
The jade token in his hand buzzed when it came into contact with the invisible barrier in the air, and the entire barrier glowed with a faint golden light.
He went inside.
The first sight made Zong Ci freeze on the spot.
The courtyard is still empty, with a spiritual river winding through it, stopping at the covered bridge next to the wooden house, and forming a clear pond.
This was the sword-washing pool used by the Lingyun Sword Master. Countless times Zong Ci held Tianwen in his hand and leaned against the peach blossom tree to wash his sword.
In the wooden house, everything is neatly arranged. After sensing someone coming in, the ancient incense blocks in the incense burner were automatically ignited. Even the glass of wine that was not taken away in time was still placed beside the chessboard on the low table, as if the owner had only left for a short time.
There were no signs of being moved inside or outside the cave, just like Sword Lord Lingyun had not died, and everything had not reached the point of no return.
Zong Ci glanced here for a few times, then closed the door silently, walked to the couch, gathered the clothes in front of him, and slept in his clothes.
It is rare to have a peaceful sleep and a dreamless night.
The next day, Zong Ci got up before dawn. He took out a towel from his storage bag and went to the sword washing pool at the door to wash his face.
The cold spiritual spring water slapped on his face, dispersing all the hazyness that was still a little bit awake.
He stared at the water at his feet and fell silent for a moment.
Zong Ci knows better than anyone that if he lives here, his life will be even more difficult in the future.
Let’s not even mention the Qingxuzi who is watching with eagerness, paranoid and suspicious, and has already discovered the suspicious point. On the other side of the cave, his junior brother Lingchou lived.
Zong Ci always thought that he and his junior brother Lingchou were close friends and were each other's soul friends.
In the end, Lingchou coaxed Zong Ci to drink the Huashen Powder the night before he decided to undergo the catastrophe. The poison happened to be exposed during the thunder tribulation, and he almost died under the catastrophe of becoming an immortal.
After thinking about it, the young man put away his handkerchief, lit a fire stick, and walked out of the cave slowly.
The sky is full of stars, and the entire main peak is shrouded in night. Looking up, the sea of clouds rises and falls in the distance, the moonlight washes like water, and the glazed tiles of Lingguang Hall flow clear and shallow.
He stood here for a while, quietly paying attention to the movements around him.
A lamp is hung outside the Tiandi Xuandong Mansion, symbolizing that it is inhabited. Only the Dizi Cave was extremely silent and dark.
After his rebirth, Zong Ci never took the initiative to inquire about those people in his previous life, and even deliberately avoided them if he heard about them.
Ancestor Qingxu has been in seclusion for many years without any news. As Rong Lian is the Demon Emperor, no one dares to call Prince Qingqiu directly anymore. But there is no news about Lingchou, which is really puzzling.
The reputation of the two disciples of Qingxu's sect spread throughout the world of cultivation, and no one knew about it. He was already a Nascent Soul a thousand years ago. According to Lingchou's qualifications, he should be out of body after a thousand years.
Is it possible that Lingchou is also in retreat
He was thinking aimlessly when he suddenly heard a rustling sound.
Several children wearing moon-white robes walked out of the boundary of Xuanzi Cave, each holding a glass lamp in their hands. The light swayed in the night, illuminating the surrounding roads.
This is preparation for the sermon.
Zong Ci is clear.
Preaching has always been a very tedious task. Not only does the preacher need to bathe and burn incense, but also needs to decorate the dojo in order to enhance the artistic conception.
Especially for such important events as the Tianji Sect's sermon, the Taiyan Sect has been busy for several days in advance, among other things. A few days ago, Zong Ci stopped by and took a look. The originally flat square had been completely tidied up. He even activated the formation to embed the white jade bricks in the entire square into the ground, introduced the steaming spiritual spring water, and placed the Enlightenment Lotus on top. Ye, arranged into multiple meditation positions, is unique and beautiful.
"Is this fellow Taoist a disciple of Taiyan Sect?"
Just as Zong Ci looked over, several children gathered together to whisper a few words, and suddenly a child walked towards him holding a lamp.
"Exactly."
The expression and words of this child in the out-of-body stage are neither humble nor arrogant, like a finely carved puppet, without any ups and downs.
"I'm here for the first time, and I don't know where your sect's affairs hall is. Could you please help me guide you?"
"Of course." Zong Ci agreed readily.
The boy turned back, nodded to the other disciples, and walked straight over. Originally, Zong Ci looked at the Xuanzi Cave behind them with an inexplicable mood, wanting to see what was going on with the Tianji Sect Master, but now it was hard to look any further, so he had to take it back. sight.
Since everyone agreed to lead the way, we had to go down the mountain.
Zong Ci turned around and walked to the stairs next to him. After taking two steps, he turned around and said, "This is the top of the mountain. The affairs hall is at the foot of the mountain. If you walk, you may have to walk until dawn. If you are in a hurry, you might as well go there." The sword goes down the mountain.”
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for reminding me. It's not necessary."
The boy followed him leisurely, "It's just the right time to reach the bottom of the mountain. Fellow Taoist, please lead the way."
Zong Ci was a little surprised by the boy's gesture and couldn't help but take a second look.
The world of cultivation is all about strength. Although this boy has reached the level of cultivation, he does not have any command when facing a Qi refining stage. On the contrary, he is calm and calm. In his eyes, it seemed that the young man in white in front of him was no different from all other things, including flowers, plants, trees, and withered trees.
Inexplicably, Zong Ci thought of the Tianji sect master whom he had met once before.
In his memory, the leader of the Tianji Sect was also like a lonely moon, untouched by the fireworks of the world, and unfettered by all things.
As he looked at it, he suddenly realized that this boy looked familiar, a bit like the one who led him out of the maze of Tianshan Mountain when he was lost in the snowy mountains thousands of years ago.
Zong Ci made some calculations in his mind, it has been almost two thousand years, it couldn't be such a coincidence.
As they walked along the quiet mountain road, the night sky in the distance also opened, and wisps of white gradually appeared. The streets are lined with lush flowers and plants, and the early birds sing their sweet songs.
Zong Ci wanted to strike up a conversation with the Tianjimen boy, so he chose a less abrupt entry point. He took out his handkerchief, coughed several times, and spoke first, "I would like to ask, is your master giving a sermon today?"
"yes."
"So that's it. This is the first time I've heard a powerful speaker give a sermon. I don't know if I can participate with my humble cultivation... It made fellow Taoists laugh."
"The master of the sect preaches regardless of his or her level of cultivation."
Sure enough, after having a reason, the child's words were also taken up. He answered solemnly, "Lemons are basically from the shallower to the deeper. How much you can understand depends on your personal understanding. Even ordinary people who have not entered the path of spiritual practice can still gain some insights if they hear the words of the sect master today. There is no need to belittle oneself." ”
"So that's it." Zong Ci looked delighted, "It's a pity that my health is really bad, and I don't know if I can bear the real person's words."
When you reach a higher realm, even your words will have Tao meaning. If a monk at the peak of the Tribulation Stage like Qian Yuexi integrates power into his voice, it is very likely that just speaking will be unbearable, let alone preaching, which is an act of mobilizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If it is not good, Displacement of the internal organs is possible.
Hearing this, the boy finally laid his eyes on the young man in white.
Compared to ascetics, the lives of Tianji Sect members are more like those of ordinary mortals. His cultivation level has reached the point where he has left his body. Although his cultivation level is of little use in the snow-covered Tianji Sect, and it is rare to go down the mountain once in a thousand years, he can still see at a glance the fact that the young man in front of him is frail.
It's just a little too bad.
I don’t know how I managed to survive the introduction of Qi into my body despite my poor health.
The boy took a second look and pondered, "I'm going to the affairs hall to get some items ordered by the sect master. If you are still there by then, I can take you to a position as far forward as possible. The front will be protected by the fragrance of the Enlightenment Lotus. The impact may be smaller this way.”
Due to both emotions and reasons, the other party also helped him lead the way. It is not an exaggeration to thank him.
In fact, everyone will be arranged to be some distance away from the central pool during the sermon, but the closer to the center, the greater the benefits. Not to mention that for the purpose of preaching, Tianjimen specially brought a heavenly enlightenment lotus. When preaching, the Enlightenment Lotus will automatically emit mist, which can strengthen the soul and stabilize the state of mind. The young man in front of him is already in poor health, and his cultivation level is also a little low. If he can get closer to the pool, there will be many benefits.
Zong Ci quickly thanked him, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your help."
"No need to be polite."
After this, the subsequent communication became much smoother.
In his previous life, Zongci had always felt that these children were unsmiling and inhumane. When they led him out of the Tianshan maze, they cherished their words like gold. No matter how Zongci talked to him, he would not say a word.
Unexpectedly, after talking with each other now, his understanding has been subverted.
Maybe it's just plain bad words.
Seeing the child walking into the office, Zong Ci stood at the door and waited.
It happened to be daybreak when they walked down the mountain. The affairs hall was relatively close to the sect entrance, and everywhere they looked they were filled with visitors from other sects.
Zong Ci glanced at it casually and saw the old abbot leading a group of people in the Bathing Buddha Sect, the Valley Master of the Yaowang Valley who was riding on a moon-shaped magic weapon, and the disciples of the Hehuan Sect dressed in red and green willows, and even some people who had lived in seclusion. Many old people came to join in, including some faces that looked familiar to Zong Ci.
People of high cultivation are sensitive to sight. After a few distant glances, he withdrew his sight and stood in a hidden place under the shade of a tree.
In fact, preaching may not be of much use to Zongci. Although he is not good at cultivation now, the ruthless way he cultivated in his previous life has also been annihilated and shattered with his soul, but his state of mind is not bad at all, otherwise he would not have succeeded in ascending in the daytime and becoming an immortal.
But fortunately, he had nothing to do. With Qing Xuzi interfering like this, he would definitely not be able to return to the outer sect. As for his original intention to take good care of his body, when he thought of the demon clan, he had no intention of going back.
Originally, when he was reborn, he just wanted to live a good life, but now that he has reached this point, he actually doesn't know where to go.
While Zong Ci was thinking alone, a shadow suddenly covered his head.
When he looked up, the blue-shirted disciple was standing in front of him, with an unconcealed gloom in his deep black eyes, and his voice was as cold as cold iron.
When it fell on Zong Ci, it turned into pure coldness.
Especially when Liu Yuan saw the young man in front of him dressed in white, his eyes were extremely gloomy, scratching inch by inch from the dark lines at the corners of the clothes.
"You haven't returned home all night, where have you been, brother?"