Wen Yu has always felt that he is a qualified and good Hall Master, and he is also a positive Hall Master. Although the Temple of the Relics that he took over was a mess, he still did not abandon it or give up, and tried his best to lead the sect to a well-off life.
Helpless ideal is very full, reality is very skinny. Although the Temple of the Relics has the tall and dazzling brand of the descendants of the ancient gods, it cannot stand the test of time. Originally relying on the additional divine power, this almost plug-in attribute has always been standing in the hall of the gods, the leader of the cultivation world, but in recent years, due to the weak blood, the attribute blessing has become weaker and weaker. Up to now, apart from the existence of the hall master, he can't feel the slightest trace of it, and there is no divine power to use, and the other direct disciples basically only have a sign of the descendants of the gods.
In order to retain the divine power of the blessing, the previous temple masters inevitably took some xenophobic measures, which caused a very bad impact. The most direct manifestation is that external talents cannot be introduced, internal corruption, the overall quality of the sect has plummeted, and now there are basically few disciples who can handle it.
When he realized the seriousness of the problem and began to want to accept the outstanding disciples outside, it was too late. Not to mention that disciples with good aptitude are extremely difficult to find.
Especially after the last battle that affected the entire cultivation world, the Temple of the Relics suffered heavy losses. Almost all the monks who could support the scene fell into this battle. Of the more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators, only five remained. The strength of the Temple of the Relics has plummeted again, and it is almost impossible to lift it up in front of all the factions.
Wen Yu was so worried that he couldn't sleep at night. But the factions are still stabbing a knife in his heart at this critical moment. Invite the disciples of Jindan in the sect to participate in the sect competition. Euphemistically calling it a sect of sects, Wen Yu knew that this was actually a grand gathering to explore the strengths of various sects.
There was a problem with this comparison. The ten Jindan disciples sent by the Temple of the Relics were abused into dogs. Even if he didn't get a ranking, not a single disciple entered the top ten. Not even as good as the average first-class fairy gate.
Wen Yu almost vomited blood back. After this comparison, let alone the leader. It is estimated that even the position of the first-class fairy gate cannot be kept. From now on, the right to speak will be completely lost. Wen Yu wanted to die, but he had no idea what to do. When helpless. A miracle happened!
In the Guitian Forest in the back mountain, the divine light suddenly descended, and the entire Relic Temple was shrouded in robbery clouds, and the roaring robbery thunder actually smashed for ten days. Immediately afterwards, a certain stone room inside revealed the coercion of the gods.
A spiritual cultivator, the back mountain returns to the heavenly forest. There is actually a God Transformation Venerable! After that battle, the entire cultivation world could no longer find a God Transformation. He has another one here, alive!
Wen Yu was so excited that his beard lit up in an instant, and he gathered outside the stone room to personally greet the Venerable when he left the customs. With the cultivator of the gods sitting in the town. Which sect dares to bully the door.
The more Wen Yu thought about it, the more beautiful he became. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. It's too late, you are the most beautiful cloud on that day. Filled with wine and left you here... Hey, what's so weird
But when the Venerable walked out of the stone room, he was dumbfounded. This... Who is this? The face looks so unfamiliar.
Guitian Forest in the back mountain is a place where life and death are closed in the sect. All the monks who enter are near Shouyuan and desperately break through. However, most of the disciples have never returned, and those who come out are all alive and dead. It is a place that is easy to forget. The presence.
But this is Venerable God Transformation, which means that she was at least Nascent Soul before she entered, but why has not even seen him.
As soon as Wen Yu gritted his teeth, he didn't care, the sect couldn't do without this Venerable, so he should be sent by God.
So he kept on doing it again and again, fell to his knees and shouted, "Disciple, pay homage to the ancestors."
Therefore, Zhu Yao, a young girl with a good appearance and just had a boyfriend not long ago, was liked by her ancestors.
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"Old Ancestor, I don't know which blessed place your old man's family would like to use as your cave residence?" Wen Yu greeted him cheerfully, smiling until his brows disappeared.
The old man Zhu Yao: "… "
Please don't call me my ancestor, okay? She has to get married! "You can just call me by my name."
"Absolutely not." Wen Yu said with a stern expression and a stern face, "The elders and the young are respectful and orderly. As the master of the Temple of Relics, the disciple should lead by example. Please, ancestors, do not refuse." He looked like you were trampling on my dignity as a junior.
Zhu Yao's mouth twitched, and he silently endured it. If it weren't for your age!
"You can choose any place you want, as long as you can live." She didn't have any requirements for the place to live, anyway, her goal was those magic weapons.
As soon as Wen Yu heard it, he didn't take her for a walk any more, and went directly to a peak with green mountains and clear waters.
I don't know if it's a coincidence, but it is the highest one among all the floating peaks. Next to it is the main peak, and on the right is a forest, but there is a dark mountain just a few miles away. There was no grass or tree on the mountain, and no spiritual energy emerged, but it still rose steadily in the air.
Zhu Yao was a little curious, "What is that?"
"That's Sword Hunting Peak." Wen Yu explained, suddenly thinking of something, "After a while, it will be the day when all the sects seek swords. At that time, I will forget that my ancestors protect my sect a lot."
"Xunjian? What is that?" Zhu Yao asked casually.
Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, and looked at her in surprise, "The purpose of looking for a sword is to find a weapon that suits you, or a material for casting." How long did the ancestors retreat in seclusion, and even this kind of thing is unknown. "This sword-hunting peak rose from the ground thousands of years ago, and there are countless materials for casting magic tools in it, but because this peak was born on the spiritual veins of my sect, weapons made from the materials here are born with spirituality. He will choose his own master. Before finding a suitable master, even if the weapon is forged, he will come back here and wait for someone who is destined. So this faction will hold a sword hunting conference every ten years."
so cow? The other sects, aren't they jealous? After all, people come only once every ten years, and you are right at your doorstep.
But having said that, Zhu Yaodao is looking forward to it. Maybe she can take advantage of this sword-hunting conference to find out the whereabouts of the five magic weapons. Then borrow it for use. Even if people don't want to borrow it, she can still grab it!
Zhu Yao stayed at the top of the peak for five days, and inquired about the current situation of the world from the mouths of some disciples who came to serve. If you don't listen, you don't know, and when you hear it, the whole person is not good.
Originally, she thought that World Spirit had given her a vest with its own plot, but it wasn't. No one in this faction knew her name at all. It's just because she appeared in the stone room in the back mountain. The hall master logically classified her as a member of the pie.
No wonder the old man refused to call her by his name. It was because he didn't know it. I was also afraid of offending a spiritual monk. It can only be held by the old ancestors. Sure enough, the people who can be the head are all thousand-year-old foxes. This is obviously cheating her.
After knowing the truth, Zhu Yao went directly to Wen Yu and explained that he did not want to stay in this sect.
Wen Yu stopped her with snot and tears. While crying, he talked about his sad history, from the establishment of the sect. She cried until the sect was brilliant, and cried all the way to the present embarrassing status quo, holding her thigh for life and refusing to let go.
An old man with white hair, over fifty years old. The scene of crying and begging to stay, begging to conquer, as a good girl who speaks five and four beauties. She couldn't bear to kick it away. Finally he nodded.
Wen Yu was instantly refreshed, and his waist was no longer sore. My feet don't hurt anymore, my thighs don't hug anymore, my snot and tears can be freely released, "I haven't asked yet, what's your name?"
The corner of Zhu Yao's mouth twitched, "Yu Yao." Changing face is definitely a must-have skill for a sect master.
"It turned out to be Venerable Yuyao." The old man bowed respectfully, "His Excellency was able to transcend the calamity of the gods in my sect, and choose to stay in the sect, it is also considered to be related to my sect, and the temple of the gods will never forget it. The great kindness of His Holiness."
I wish you two words back to him.
The Temple of the Relics, if she remembered correctly, this should be the home of Sister Yingluo, the sect of the base camp of the descendants of the ancient gods! Isn't it awesome in the plot? Why is it so tragic now, there is not a single God Transformation Venerable in the faction.
Seemingly seeing her doubts, the old man Wen Yu took the initiative to explain, "His Excellency doesn't know that, in the battle hundreds of years ago, I sent a dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators who fell and damaged their foundations, which is why they have fallen to this level. situation."
"Hundreds of years ago?" Zhu Yao was taken aback, what kind of war could kill so many Nascent Souls? "Can a dozen or so Nascent Souls join forces to fight against each other?"
Wen Yu sighed, "How can the demons be so easy to deal with?"
"Devil?" Zhu Yao's eyes widened, a thought flashed across his mind, and he vaguely felt that there was something wrong with this rebirth.
"Your Excellency never imagined that the demons would still be alive, right?" Wen Yu shook his head sadly, "If it wasn't for the younger sister of the former Palace Master, the Palace Master Yingluo was desperately trying to seal the Demons, how could there be such peace? The world? It's only been a few hundred years since I arrived, and the various factions have begun to attack the idea of the temple of my legacy."
"Wait!" Zhu Yao was a little confused and looked at the old man seriously, "You said that Yingluo sealed the demons hundreds of years ago?"
"Yeah!" Wen Yu nodded, lowered his head and thought for a while, "I think about it for hundreds of years... About nine hundred years, right?"
"Damn it!" She finally knew what was wrong. Sister Yingluo's resentment came a thousand years after the Demon Race was sealed, and the world spirit actually sent her to Yingluo before she was resurrected. Not only did she come to the girl's world, but she also traveled through time and returned to the past.
"Old man, then do you know, girl... No, where is the body of the master of the Yingluo Palace?"
"Of course it's on the altar of the gods." He said with a natural face, "Only by offering sacrifices to the body can the ancient sealing technique be lowered."
"Where is that place?"
Wen Yu pointed to a place in the south, "The holy pond at the back of the Temple of My Relic... Huh?" When he turned around, there was no figure of Zhu Yao in front of him, only a white shadow flying to the south.
It seemed that His Holiness was very curious about the savior. It seemed that he would not leave for a short time, so he was relieved.
Zhu Yao went directly to the position pointed by Wen Yu. In front of him was a clear bottomless pool of water, surrounded by circles of magic circles, and a blue-shirted girl was lying on top of the pool water. Attached to the body is a chain composed of spiritual energy.
Sure enough, it's the girl in the plot, she hasn't been resurrected yet.
Finally understand what the subtle adjustment the world spirit is talking about? He adjusted the timeline!
At the beginning, she said she wanted to solve the problem from the source, but the world spirit really sent her back to the source. The girl has not been betrayed by the world.
Damn, it looks like all her plans have to be adjusted.
I originally thought that the main task was to collect those few magic weapons, release the girl's soul, and then give the girl a psychological counseling with a low success rate, so that she could put down her grievances and reincarnate.
In this way, her main task has become how to stop the world from taking her down and reverse her tragic life.
Immediately, I felt a wave of trouble was coming.
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It's impossible for Zhu Yao not to stay in the Temple of the Relics now. Yingluo doesn't know when she will wake up. She must be rescued before the factions find out. Otherwise, because she is a soft girl who has lost her cultivation, she will only be pinchable. There are also the five magic weapons, she must get them as soon as possible.
Those five things were also part of her sadness.
The journey of psychological assistance in another world instantly becomes: save that sad soft girl. It's so sour, I can't believe it!
And the Sword Hunting Conference that Wen Yu said was also in full swing after five days. The monks of all sects and sects gathered in the Temple of the Relics. Although Wen Yu complained about the style of these sects in his heart, he greeted him politely on the surface.
It's just that there were a lot of people who came this time, and there were many Nascent Souls who led the team. It was said that they brought disciples to find swords, but it was better to say that they came to demonstrate. It was obvious that the drunkard's intention was not drinking.
Wen Yu was so calm that he did not immediately run up to the peak to ask Zhu Yao for help, but still warmly greeted the disciples of all sects. It was not until all the famous immortal gates in the cultivation world had arrived, and the leading monks of each faction had all sat down before walking back into the hall.
The sects were obviously impatient, and a cultivator stopped Xianyu directly and said the purpose, "Palace Wen, the Temple of the Relics has guarded Xunjian Peak for so many years, it is really hard work, every ten years, the disciple Xunjian It is also extremely troublesome. Therefore, the factions discussed that it would be better for this sword-seeking peak to be managed by other immortals in the future, which also relieved the worries of the hall master."
Wen Yu glanced back at him, Xunjian Peak was originally something that belonged to the Temple of the Relics, once every ten years, it was only because the magical instruments in the peak had the ability to choose their masters and did not want to bury them, so they invited all the factions to enter. They are obviously coming to snatch things, but they still have to move out as an excuse to relieve the worries of the Temple of the Relics.
Wen Yu sneered and walked towards the main seat in the hall, but suddenly his eyes turned, and instead of sitting on the main seat, he waved his hand and asked the disciple to add a seat to the next seat, and looked at the people present. After walking around, thinking of someone on the peak, his waist straightened in an instant.
It's time to raise eyebrows!