Dao Yuanzi was puffing his beard and glaring, while the old beggar was making a sarcastic comment on the side. One of them had already glimpsed the mystery of the cave, and the other was an immortal with true immortal cultivation. Thousands of years of Qi-cultivation skills were of no use, and they were verbally attacking each other.
Dao Yuanzi's energy is real energy. The Immortal Binding Rope, a unique treasure in the world, has been in his junior brother's hands for so long. What's wrong with letting him play with it
And the old beggar is really good at talking when he gets weird. He says in every word that it was Ji Yuan who borrowed it from him, not Dao Yuanzi. He can hide it if he wants, or show it if he wants. As the leader of Qianyuan Sect, how can you care about an old beggar like me and Mr. Ji
Even so, this scene should have been extremely violent and explosive, but in the hearts of Dao Yuanzi and the old beggar, they clearly felt as if they were dreaming back in time, thinking back to when the two brothers often quarreled like this.
After arguing for a while, Dao Yuanzi suddenly asked a question.
"Since Mr. Ji lent you the Immortal Binding Rope, it is impossible for him to take it away without any reason. But what happened?"
The old beggar thought for a moment and replied in a deep voice.
"Originally, this bundle of immortal ropes was brought to me by Mr. Ji, hoping that I could use it during the turmoil in Tianyuzhou. Now I must have encountered an occasion where I need to use it, or in other words..."
The old beggar did not continue talking, and Dao Yuanzi on the side did not ask any further questions. At their level, many things were not said clearly. The two of them just picked up their teacups and drank tea. No matter what, Ji Yuan would definitely stand on their side. As for worrying about Ji Yuan, they did not have much to worry about. After all, no one had figured out how high Ji Yuan's level of Taoism was so far.
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On the other side, Ji Yuan was still using his flying power to rush to the west. His magic eyes swept over all the auras in the sky and earth along the way, watching the chaos caused by demons, the changes in the human world, and the struggle between good and evil, but these were not enough to stop Ji Yuan.
A few days later, when Ji Yuan could already feel the abundant water energy of the distant sea, a golden light appeared in the sky. When Ji Yuan looked up, the Immortal Rope had turned into a golden light and was rapidly approaching.
When the golden light reached nearby, Ji Yuan just raised his right hand, and then the golden light flashed in Ji Yuan's sleeve and turned into a golden thread that wrapped around the back of Ji Yuan's wrist.
Ji Yuan revealed a hint of a smile. If he was unlucky this time, he might face two or more celestial demon-level monsters. There was a possibility of a fight. It was not absolutely necessary to use the Immortal Binding Rope, but the return of the Immortal Binding Rope gave Ji Yuan an extra layer of protection.
But Ji Yuan is certainly not a reckless person. The Jade Fox Cave is the so-called holy land of the fox clan, but he also knows that it is definitely not a truly solid block. For example, the long-lost fox demon Tu Yi, who he had met once before, does not seem to be the same kind of person as Tu Siyan.
Ji Yuan had also thought of the superficial reason for his trip to Yuhu Cave this time, which was to meet Tu Yi. They had agreed to visit Yuhu Cave at the beginning.
As soon as the Immortal Binding Rope came back, Ji Yuan immediately flew high into the sky, broke through the strong wind, and flew straight to the west using the sword escape method.
There will definitely be fierce confrontations between good and evil in Tianyuzhou during this period of time, but Ji Yuan believes that the righteous side of Tianyuzhou can handle it.
The journey from Tianyuzhou to Xiyulanzhou is much longer than that from Nanhuangzhou to Tianyuzhou, and it would take at least several months to reach Xiyulanzhou by ferrying across ordinary boundaries.
However, for Ji Yuan, he flew to the top of the Ninth Heaven of the Strong Wind with the speed of the sword escape. After planning a straight line, everything in front of him seemed to be moving backwards in a trance...
The flying speed is extremely amazing, but to reach such a level, in addition to the effort to reach the true Nine Heavens, one must also use all his magic power to maintain the escape method, and at the same time he also needs to resist the erosion of the yin and yang forces from outside the sky. The thin vitality in Ji Yuan's position also makes people's inspiration blurred, not to mention the consumption. It is also very easy to get lost if one's Taoism is not enough, which is also a taboo in the cultivation world. It's just that when one's Taoism reaches Ji Yuan's level, to some extent, it is indeed without taboos.
A stream of light fell from the sky, like a short-lived meteor, and its light disappeared before it hit the ground, only to turn into a vague sword-shaped halo in the sky. Then the halo dissipated and turned into a gust of wind that surged forward. The person stepping on this wind was Ji Yuan.
In just over a month, Ji Yuan had reached the coastal area of Lanzhou in the Western Region. The time spent on traveling only accounted for 70% to 80% of the time, and the rest was the preparation time and position correction time for this unpractical escape method.
This kind of rush that cost more than income made Ji Yuan, who hadn't felt the depletion of magic power for a long time, feel a little uncomfortable. When he slowly fell from the nine heavens, he even felt a slight sense of dazzling due to the huge contrast between the vitality of heaven and earth.
Although the process was not very comfortable, Jiyuan was very satisfied with the result as the travel time was shortened by more than half.
The accountant Yuan no longer used any escape techniques. He simply used the wind to fly forward. At the same time, he adjusted the rhythm of his breathing and concentrated his mind to feel the state of Tao in his body, in order to recover the lost magic power and consciousness.
Ji Yuan's pair of Dharma eyes were not idle either. There was a vast ocean below him, but the horizon in the distance was already very clear. In his eyes, the atmosphere in the Western Region Lanzhou was peaceful, and there were auspicious signs everywhere. However, such a distant view was just a glimpse of the whole picture. To determine the approximate location of some things, it was better to use the method of calculation.
In a short while, Ji Yuan already knew the direction through his spiritual perception. He extended his escape light, aimed at the direction and turned into a faint green light and left.
About three days later, Ji Yuanfa could already clearly see a Buddha's light that stretched from the sky to the earth.
Now that he had come to Lanzhou in the Western Regions, and knowing that what he was about to do was dangerous, Ji Yuan had to make more preparations. Although he had met Tu Yi once and had an appointment with Saran, he was a male vixen after all. How could he compare with the Buddhist Foyin Mingwang, with whom he had a close relationship, in terms of reliability? Well, of course it would be best not to run into the Zuodi Mingwang, with whom he had fought before.
As he got closer and closer to the Buddha's light, Ji Yuan discovered that the vitality of heaven and earth, including all kinds of spiritual energy, had a tendency to become smoother. Although the impact was not very large, it could indeed be clearly felt.
Ji Yuan originally thought that the so-called Buddha Kingdom should be like the various caves in the holy places for cultivating immortals, isolated from the mortal world. But when he really arrived here, Ji Yuan discovered that the Buddha Kingdom where the Buddha's light was strong was not isolated from the outside world at all, and there were not even any restrictions. There was only a difference in the Buddha's rhyme.
Relying on the perception of Buddha's light, Ji Yuan began to descend at a certain moment and slowly landed on the ground with a breeze.
The Buddha Kingdom is just a general term, within which are divided various Vajra King's temples. These temples may not even be connected, and may be scattered in different locations. The direction pointed out by Foyin Vajra King at the beginning was not actually very accurate, at least there were not enough reference objects. Ji Yuan was not sure whether he had found the right place, so of course he needed to ask.
Ji Yuan was located outside a small town, but he had no plans to enter the town because there was a Buddhist temple closer. Judging from the Buddha's light and the sounds of chanting, it must be a place where Buddhists were practicing.
The situation outside the temple also confirmed what Ji Yuan had thought. Before he even reached the main road outside the temple, he could already see large and small carriages and horses, and a steady stream of people coming to burn incense. Well, most of the pilgrims were normal people, not the situation that Ji Yuan had described where there were only monks and nuns.
Just like a scholar who never forgets to appreciate the beautiful scenery, Ji Yuan walked slowly from the wilderness on one side, and naturally merged into the crowd along the side of the road. He looked around and found that not all the pilgrims here were obsessed with Buddha statues.
Although the dialect accent sounded a bit strange to Ji Yuan, a native of Yunzhou, he could still understand it even without learning it through the method of telepathic imitation.
An old man in his sixties caught Ji Yuan's attention. He walked and bowed slightly in the direction of the temple, and recited a few verses of scriptures from time to time. With Ji Yuan's knowledge, he knew that the scriptures were actually incoherent and even had some mistakes, but the old man was endowed with the power of Buddha, and was much more profound than most people around him.
So Ji Yuan approached the old man, and after hearing the old man get stuck in chanting again, he reminded him at the right time.
"Old man, you made up your mind at the beginning, and it has not diminished in the Dharma. Later, you should be blessed by the Buddha to see you, and you will not give up the worldly grace and love. Good be to the Great Bright King Buddha."
The old man paused and looked at Ji Yuan in a daze. The latter had a calm expression and nodded to him with a faint smile.
"Thank you, thank you sir for your advice, thank you very much!"
The old man clasped his hands together and expressed his gratitude in a Buddhist salute, then stood up again and solemnly followed Ji Yuan's instructions, repeating the scripture that he had just interrupted and reciting it sincerely. After finishing, he felt refreshed, let out a sigh of relief, clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Ji Yuan again.
Ji Yuan had been following the old man, and only smiled again when he saw him finish reciting the sutra.
"Excuse me, old man. Is this the area covered by the holy land of the Buddhist kingdom, the Buddha Seal Mingwang Daochang?"
The old man looked at Ji Yuan with doubt in his eyes.
"Sir, this is the Mokonishi Holy Relics, the land of monks, the place where the Buddha's light shines. It is indeed the Buddha's land you mentioned, but I don't know what the temples are..."
Ji Yuan knew that the old man was not lying, and he looked around. Since the old man didn't know, it seemed that the pilgrims around him wouldn't know either. He decided to go and ask the Buddhist monks in the temple.
"Thank you, old man. I'll ask someone else."
Ji Yuan bowed slightly and walked into the crowd and disappeared in front of the old man. This time he did not queue up to enter, and he knew that even if he queued up to enter the temple, people would just be burning incense, and at most all he would see were some young monks, who were considered to be practicing Buddhism but definitely not the masters of this temple.
Under the shade of a towering tree at the rear of the temple, an old monk sat on a cushion with his eyes closed in meditation. In front of him was a low coffee table with an exquisite brass incense burner on it. A wisp of green smoke rose up, straight as a column, until it dissipated.
At a certain moment, the old man's heart moved, and he slowly opened his eyes, and found that two feet in front of him, there was an elegant gentleman in a green shirt standing. He did not have the slightest power or divine aura, and his aura was very peaceful, as if he was one with the world.
"Good be to you, Great Ming Wang Buddha. I am honored to see you at our temple."
Knowing that the visitor was a master, the old monk slowly stood up from the cushion and performed a Buddhist salute to Ji Yuan, who bowed in return.
"Master, this temple is filled with quiet monks' quarters, ancient meditation rooms, and Buddha statues everywhere. Why do you choose to meditate under this tree?"
The old monk smiled and spoke.
"Your Excellency may not know that all living things have spirits, and my Buddha can save them all. All living things worship Buddha, and all things can become Buddhas. I have heard my Buddha say that in the distant east there grew a wonderful tree, and it was transformed by a visit to the Buddha under the tree. Its spirit gave rise to wisdom, and it became the Wisdom Wood Bodhi... I meditated under the tree, and I understood the meaning of wisdom."
After hearing this, Ji Yuan already had the answer in his mind, but he still asked.
"Excuse me, is this the place of the Buddha Yin Ming Wang?"
"That's right. Go north for 1,600 miles to the Hengsha Mountain Region. Our Buddha, the Buddha Seal, is seated in the center."
Ji Yuan nodded to the old monk.
"Thank you for your guidance, Master. The Bodhi tree is located in the Daliang Temple in Tongqiu Prefecture, Tingliang State, Yunzhou, Dongtu. I hope you will have the opportunity to go there in person and meditate under the Bodhi tree. I will take my leave now."
After saying this, Ji Yuan turned and left, walking out of the backyard with brisk steps.
The old monk stared blankly at Ji Yuan's departing back. After a long time, he slowly lowered his head and performed a Buddhist salute.
"Good is my Buddha Yin Ming Wang, it turns out to be Mr. Ji!"