When Qian Yuexi just got off the imperial carriage, everyone was shocked by his ethereal and ethereal demeanor. When they came to their senses, they noticed that the leader of Tianji Sect was sitting in a wheelchair with his eyes closed.
"It is a blessing for our sect that our sect leader has come to visit us."
Sect leader Qingyun was the first to rush forward, and even the usually lax and unrestrained Demon King restrained himself.
But why do the legs, feet and eyes of the Tianji Sect leader look like they are sick
Everyone was confused, but they were afraid of angering the giant Buddha, so they chose to turn a blind eye, smiling and looking as usual.
Practicing Taoism is against the will of heaven, not to mention the existence of people like Tianjimen who try to spy on fate.
Although the strength of a demon cultivator is twice that of an ordinary cultivator, his mind is cruel and ruthless, and he can only embark on the path of killing; another name for a ghost cultivator is a soul cultivator, who practices the secret method of the soul, and if he wants to enter the Tao, he must go to the Gate of Yellow Springs deep in the ghost realm in the body of a living person, completely abandon his identity as a living person, and instead walk in the world in the body of a living dead.
Everything in the world has cause and effect. How can prying into the secrets of heaven be without cost
"No need to be polite."
The man sitting in the wheelchair nodded slightly in greeting, his expression still calm, without the slightest ripple.
Not only him, but also the expressions of the children behind him were extremely cold. Someone secretly sent out his spiritual sense to spy on him, and was horrified.
These children looked no more than six or seven years old. Each of them was exquisitely carved and dressed in moon-white robes, yet their strength was at the level of out-of-body.
Even in the out-of-body stage, he is still just a servant. How terrible is that!
"Your Excellency, excuse me for asking, are you here because of the ghost realm this time?"
The headmaster hesitated for a moment and asked.
In fact, Taiyan Sect and the demon clan also felt a little surprised by the sudden visit of Tianji Sect.
They just received the decree from the Tianji Sect yesterday, and today the other party came directly to their door, and stated in the visiting card that they would visit the Taiyan Sect for a while.
The top leaders of the two factions discussed overnight last night, pointing their suspicions to the alliance between the righteous and the demon tribes. But they couldn't figure it out, could the alliance to attack the ghost realm affect the secrets of heaven
Everyone stared at the leader of the Tianji Sect nervously. If the latter said "no", it would mean that no matter how unwilling the demon race was, they would have to think twice before starting a war.
Qian Yuexi curled up her lips and said in a cold voice, "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed. I am sorry that I have nothing to say."
His expression was extremely peaceful, and even the smile on the corners of his lips was as faint as a mirage or a reflection in the water, like seeing flowers in the fog.
For some reason, even though a smile is an expression of closer relationship, the leader of Tianji Sect gives people a feeling of being more ethereal, distant and superior.
Perhaps it is because statues of gods and Buddhas usually smile in this way.
"I am sorry for being rude. I hope you will forgive me." After receiving such a reply, Taoist Qingyun's friendly expression did not change at all, but deepened. "We have prepared a cave with a good view on the main peak for you. If you need anything during your stay in my sect, you can send someone to Lingguang Hall to find me directly."
"The top of the main peak is also where our sect's ancestor Qingxu is in seclusion. If the ancestor comes out of seclusion, I'm sure the two great masters will be able to discuss this with each other."
"Thank you for your help."
Qian Yuexi paused for a moment and said, "I am truly sorry for bothering you during this period. If your sect is willing, I can choose one day every month to give a sermon to express my apology."
No one came to their senses for a moment.
Who is Qian Yuexi? The leader of Tianji Sect, a cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection of the Crossing Tribulation Stage, it is no exaggeration to say that he is the top person in the entire cultivation world. In addition, his extremely special identity is destined to be far superior to ordinary people in the way of "Tao".
If he gave a sermon, not to mention those in the Spirit Severing Stage and the Out-of-Body Stage, even the Old Ancestor Qingxu would come to listen. After all, the old ancestor had broken through the tribulation thousands of years ago, and had been in seclusion several times in the past thousand years, but his cultivation had not improved at all each time.
Moreover, the higher the level of cultivation, the more obscure it is for people to preach. If you make a mistake, it may even hinder your future cultivation. Even though there are countless powerful people in the world of cultivation, there are only a few cultivators who dare to preach.
Qingyun and Rong Lian looked at each other, and both of them felt relieved.
The Tianji Sect is not a reasonable sect. If their alliance really changed, the leader of the Tianji Sect would never hide it when they first met.
Now that they knew that the other party did not come for this matter, but was going to give a lecture, both sects felt that they had picked up a great bargain. Apart from anything else, if outsiders knew that the leader of the Tianji Sect stayed at the Taiyan Sect, it would be no less than a face-saving thing for the world's number one sect.
"No, no, if Your Majesty is willing to give a sermon, it will be a blessing for the entire cultivation world, so why would we not be willing?" Qingyun sighed, "You are so polite."
Qian Yuexi just smiled without saying a word, and her fingertips under her wide-sleeved robe moved slightly.
The little boy who stood motionless like a puppet behind him immediately said, "If you have nothing else to do, then come here."
"Okay, then we won't waste your time."
"Please have a good rest, Your Majesty."
The wooden gear rolled on the white jade plate and slowly moved away from the crowd.
Halfway through the journey, Qian Yuexi suddenly turned his head and looked in another direction.
The vast divine consciousness had already enveloped the entire Taiyan Sect without anyone noticing. Even the old ancestor Qingxu, who was also in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, was unable to detect this mysterious existence.
The corner of the black robe disappeared behind the mahogany carved door in a flash.
He took a steady look and turned back.
"That's my sect's Sutra Library."
An elder happened to see this scene and hurriedly explained: "If you are interested, you can go and take a look at it at any time."
As he spoke, he belatedly noticed—
Although the leader of the Tianji Sect is blind, he is a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Once his spiritual sense is expanded, it can cover an area of ten thousand miles and he can know every blade of grass and every tree, which is much better than his eyes. He has diseases in his legs and feet, but even in a wheelchair he can fly faster than a cultivator in the Mahayana Stage. There is no comparison at all.
Just when the elder was breaking out in a cold sweat on his back, he heard the leader of the Tianji Sect say "OK".
He looked up and saw that the other person's expression was still calm and peaceful, without any disturbance.
Although his eyes were closed, he seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, feeling inexplicably sad.
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Zong Ci pushed open the door.
It was still early and the Sutra Repository had just been opened. The hall in the building was empty, with not a single person in sight.
He gathered his thin coat, walked to the utility room nearby to get some cleaning tools, and quietly started from the corners of the first floor.
The Sutra Library was filled with ancient books and jade slips that were a bit old. If the Dust Avoidance Technique was used roughly, the remaining pages might be swept away. Therefore, each sect only used the most ancient cleaning method, and the No. 1 sect in the world was no exception.
Since you have accepted the task, you have to do it well. Although it is a boring chores task, Zong Ci does not find it boring.
Practicing sword skills is much more boring than sweeping the floor. In his previous life, he insisted on swinging the sword a thousand times every day and never slacked off.
No matter what he does, Zong Ci can quickly get into it.
But today he was visibly uneasy.
Zong Ci was still thinking about the scene he had just glimpsed.
The man in white sat in a wheelchair with his eyes closed. He was like the boundless autumn moon or the delicate orchid and jade tree, making everything else pale in comparison.
Unlike those powerful people who had never seen the leader of Tianji Sect, Zong Ci had seen Qian Yuexi.
In his previous life, before he became Lingyun Sword Master.
That’s right, even though even Zong Ci himself found it unbelievable, he did have a meeting with Qian Yuexi when he was still an unknown person.
After climbing the ladder, Zong Ci became a disciple of the headmaster Qingxuzi. Qingxuzi had never accepted a disciple before him, but after he became a disciple, he immediately became the eldest disciple of the core lineage of the entire Taiyan Sect.
In addition, Qingxuzi himself has a very high seniority, so all the peak masters in the Spirit Severing Stage have to hold their noses and call Zongci, a seven-year-old in the Qi Refining Stage, "little uncle".
Of course, the seven-year-old Zong Ci was also gifted enough.
A single ice spirit root, born with sword bones. Such a seedling is rare enough even in the world's number one sect, and one may not appear in a thousand years. It is no wonder that Qingxuzi, who always finds it troublesome to accept disciples, made an exception.
Because he had experienced dramatic changes in his life and was studying the crown prince training course in Chu State, Zong Ci had always known better than anyone that only power was something that truly belonged to him.
Even though he reached the peak right after entering the profession, he never became arrogant because of his status, but practiced diligently every day.
It took Zong Ci only five years to successfully establish his foundation, and another five years to break through to the great perfection of foundation building.
Moreover, Zong Ci did not just practice cultivation. He often took his sword to the Northern Territory to punish evil and promote good, to save the dying and the wounded, and to perfect his state of mind while practicing. In fact, he was several times faster than those cultivators who stayed in their caves all day long.
As for why it was the northern border, it was because the Taiyan Sect was here, and it was the biggest local tyrant here. As long as Zong Ci went out wearing the uniform of a Taiyan Sect disciple and showed his ID card, basically no one dared to pick a fight with him.
Qingxuzi was not a very responsible master. He often traveled around the world and his whereabouts were uncertain. He basically let Zongci do whatever he wanted. But he was a golden thigh. When he went out, he only needed to mention his name and Zongci would enjoy VIP treatment all the way.
At that time, Zongci had just reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. At each stage, as long as one reaches the Great Perfection, what is lacking is a breakthrough in the state of mind. As long as the state of mind can be broken through, one can form the elixir on the spot.
That day, Zong Ci chased a thief with a sword in hand and he chased him to the foot of Tianshan Mountain. The sky was getting dark and the wind and snow were like the howling of a devil.