Zong Ci was extremely annoyed at one point. Even when he was squatting on the ground weeding in the herb garden, he would be surrounded by disciples in three circles around him.
He had no choice but to find an outer disciple in the courtyard who was familiar to him, and go to the affairs hall to exchange the menial tasks on the jade slip.
Therefore, his chores for the past two months changed from daily weeding and pest control in the herb garden to tidying up the Sutra Library and cleaning the floor and bookcases.
The outer disciple was too embarrassed to exchange with him. Organizing the Sutra Library was a notoriously tiring job. One had to go there early in the morning and return in the evening. The Taiyan Sect Sutra Library was so large that if a book was misplaced, one would have to run around for a long time to organize it. On average, the workload was more than twice that of the Baicao Garden.
Zong Ci waved his hands, indicating that he didn't care about this little thing.
He had been weeding in the Herb Garden for half a year, and had basically identified all the herbs in the large patch at the back door of Taiyan Sect, and had a basic understanding of the properties of various herbs. Besides, since he couldn't take the herbs he planted, there was no point in continuing.
It would be a good thing if we could move to the Sutra Repository at this time.
Zong Ci could take this opportunity to go to the Sutra Repository to see if there were any clues that could repair his soul.
On the first day after changing his mission, Zong Ci ended his meditation early.
It was difficult for him to draw Qi into his body with his current physical condition, so he simply gave up practicing and meditated all night long, occasionally sleeping in his clothes like an ordinary person.
The entire Taiyan Sect is divided into different levels.
For example, the highest Qingya Peak surrounded by mountains is the main peak of Taiyan Sect.
The other thirteen peaks surrounding the main peak are branches of Taiyan Sect, including Jian Peak, Dan Peak, Fu Peak, Qi Peak, Ti Peak, Dao Peak... and so on.
The Sutra Repository that Zong Ci wanted to go to was built on the first platform of the main peak. To get up there, he had to climb a mountain, which was why he got up so early.
Only cultivators in the foundation-building stage can fly a sword. Before that, they have to walk on their legs.
It is now the hour of Yin, the sky is still dark, and the stars are shining brightly on the night curtain.
After Zong Ci went out, he deliberately took a long detour. The path was overgrown with flowers and weeds on both sides, and there was dry blue-black moss on the stone slabs. It looked like few people had ever walked here.
The main path was the ladder with thousands of white marble steps in front of the main peak. In the past, the disciples who came here either flew swords or climbed the main path. Only Zongci chose a small path behind the mountain for peace and quiet.
Among all the mountains in Taiyan Sect, the main peak is the steepest and most dangerous.
Under the moonlight, Zong Ci walked slowly on the narrow mountain road, stopping to rest for a while every few steps.
The young man in black walked and stopped like this, occasionally stopping to look down at the mountain, and he didn't find it boring.
When he was about to climb to the top of the mountain, the distant sky finally began to turn pale, as if someone had smeared a layer of fine white sand on the dark curtain.
"call-"
The sun has risen.
Zong Ci stopped and looked at the rising sun in the sky from afar.
He has climbed very high now, and looking down he can directly see the beautiful scenery below the mountain.
The river water flows down from the high cliffs on the top of the mountain, through layers of cold fog, and falls into the bottomless long pool below. The stream flows out from the other side of the long pool, rushing happily, and merges into the blue and vast ocean in the distance.
Beneath the Bodhi tree, waves of clouds rise.
He suddenly remembered the time when he first arrived at Taiyan Sect holding his master's hand.
Zong Ci was not born a cultivator. He was originally a prince of the Chu State in the mortal world, with a surname of Chu and given name of Ci.
It was a time of turmoil, with seven kingdoms vying for supremacy and war raging.
The Chu State was not originally a strong country and had always been coveted by the neighboring Qi State.
On the night when the king of Chu died, the enemy's pawn in Chu launched a mutiny and opened the city gates, allowing the Qi army to march straight in.
Zong Ci was only a little over seven years old at the time. In a panic, he stumbled out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, trying to find his younger brother who was less than one year old.
The enemy army was cruel and ruthless, and spared no women, children or the elderly in the palace. There was not a single survivor in the huge palace, and blood flowed like a river, making it like purgatory.
As soon as Zong Ci ran out of the palace gate, he was caught by the soldiers in cold armor.
Originally, he should have died at the hands of these traitors along with his brother. Fortunately, Qingxu, the head of Taiyan Sect at that time, descended from the sky and saved him.
What a coincidence, Zong Ci not only has good roots and spiritual roots, but they are also of excellent quality.
So he was fortunate enough to be brought directly back to Taiyan Sect by the sect leader.
"Go ahead. That's the ladder to the main peak of Taiyan Sect. You have to climb it to be qualified to join the sect."
Qingxu said this calmly as he sent the little prince, who had just experienced a dramatic change in his life, to the foot of the mountain.
The seven-year-old Zong Ci looked up into the distance. At the end of his field of vision was the rolling sea of clouds and the endless white jade stairs, which looked like a white silk ribbon reaching the sky.
He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and climbed up.
From then on, Zong Ci embarked on the great path to immortality and finally achieved the name of Lingyun Sword Master.
In his previous life, Zong Ci lived in a cave on the top of the main peak for hundreds of years and had never seen a complete sunrise or sunset. Unexpectedly, after his rebirth, he would experience everything.
Such plain yet interesting days lasted for too long, and sometimes Zong Ci even felt that the ups and downs of his previous life were very far away from him, as if he had never experienced them.
The young man in black stood here for a very long time, until the sun rose completely, then he started walking again and continued to go to the top of the mountain.
After daybreak, more people gathered on the main peak. Occasionally, Zong Ci could see disciples flying on swords from afar, with the tail of the sword leaving a long streak of light in the air.
When he reached the top of the mountain and was about to go up to the square, he suddenly heard a noisy sound from the sky.
what happened
This is the first flat surface under the peak, where the Lingguang Hall and the Sutra Repository are located. Going further up is only the cave residence of the sect's ancestor.
The direction from which the sound came was the Lingguang Hall. The Lingguang Hall was where the clan leader and the head of the sect held meetings. It was usually solemn and dignified, and rarely was it so lively.
The young man in black clothes withdrew his steps that were about to take a step forward, quietly poked half of his head out from the top of the stairs, and looked upwards curiously.
From his angle, he could vaguely see the small square in front of the Lingguang Hall. At this moment, the place was full of people, and there were some unclear voices coming from afar.
"Are you here..."
"If we can invite that worldly fortune teller, this expedition to the ghost realm will definitely be successful..."
"... It's hard to say. Maybe he came here just to stop the war..."
Zong Ci took a closer look and saw that those standing there were all high-level leaders of Tai Yan Sect and the demon clan.
Strange, could something have happened in the alliance between the demon clan and Tai Yan Zong
He hesitated for a moment, then raised his foot, pretending not to notice, and walked towards the Sutra Library on the other side.
The top leaders of both sects are all above the Spiritual Severing Stage, and when they expand their spiritual awareness, they can basically cover most of the Tai Yan Sect.
If Zong Ci were to look around here stealthily, he would be discovered by the powerful's spiritual sense in no time. It would be better for him to walk towards the Sutra Library openly. After all, he was just an outer disciple who came to do menial tasks, and probably not many people would pay attention to him.
After making up his mind, Zong Ci deliberately slowed down his pace and paid close attention to the movements on the other side while walking.
He found that these people were standing in one direction, looking up as if they were looking at something.
Zong Ci looked in that direction, and sure enough, a black spot appeared on the horizon that was getting bigger and bigger.
When they got closer, they discovered that they were actually thousands of white cranes with red crowns, black necks and snow-white bodies.
They are arranged in neat rows, surrounding the silver imperial carriage in the center like stars surrounding the moon.
Cranes have an extremely high status in the world of cultivation, and they symbolize auspiciousness and longevity. Moreover, these are not ordinary cranes, but the rarest immortal cranes among the cranes, which have a lifespan of a thousand years and are extremely valuable.
They only drink freshly melted pure snow water without a trace of impurities, eat snow lotus petals growing on the extremely cold snowfields, and live in cold pools in the towering snow-capped mountains.
Therefore, it is well known in the world of cultivation that there is only one place in the entire continent that has the Immortal Crane.
—Tianji Gate.
Tianji Gate is located behind the Tianqian Gate on the top of Tianshan Mountain. It is unreachable, covered with ice and snow all year round, and difficult for ordinary people to reach. However, it is the only paradise for the immortal cranes to survive.
The Tianji Sect is an extremely secretive sect. They do not accept disciples from outside, and do not allow their disciples to move around in the world of cultivation or the mortal world every year.
It is said that there are only two people in their sect, one is the sect leader and the other is the next sect leader, which adds to the mystery.
The entire cultivation world knows very little about this sect, but this does not hinder the Tianji Sect's important position in the cultivation world.
This is because the leaders of the Tianji Sect are all fate observers. They can calculate the trajectory of stars, measure ghosts and gods, and get a glimpse of the secrets of heaven. And the strength of each leader is at the peak of the Tribulation Period, unrivaled in the world of cultivation.
There are only two cultivators in the Tribulation Crossing Stage in the cultivation world. One is the former head of the Taiyan Sect, the Qingxu Patriarch, and the other is the head of the Tianji Sect, Qian Yuexi.
Not to mention that the Tianji Sect also holds the supreme treasure of the Heavenly Dao, which means "When the Heavenly Secret gives an order, the whole world will obey."
All cultivators work hard to cultivate immortality in order to attain enlightenment and become immortals, but he has been directly recognized by the official Heavenly Dao and is so powerful. How can we compare him? Can we compare him with others
Unfortunately, although the Tianji Sect is mysterious and unpredictable, there are very strict prohibitions within the sect.
For example, all previous sect masters were not allowed to enter the world at will, and could only be bystanders of this world. Unless a major event involving the destiny of heaven was about to happen, they could not take a single step out of Tianshan.
In a sense, Tianjimen is more like the spokesperson of the Way of Heaven.
Therefore, the status of Tianji Sect in the world of cultivation is like that of gods and Buddhas in temples on earth, or even higher, reaching the level where thousands of Buddhas chant scriptures and tens of thousands of people pay homage to them.