My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

Chapter 37

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Guiyue Pavilion, quiet room.

"Sect Master! Sect Master something big!"

The short Daoist with a childlike appearance suddenly woke up from the meditation, his brows wrinkled slightly, "What is the big event that deserves your panic? Am I going to die or Guiyue Pavilion is going to collapse?"

"Yes, yes." The disciple who sent the message said stupidly.

The short Taoist was furious, "What did you say? Have the guts to say it again!"

The disciple knelt down all of a sudden, "Sect Master, Senior Brother Wang has provoked Han Yunzong, I'm afraid, I'm afraid Han Yunzong will come to the door!"

"what?!"

Hearing his disciple talk about the ins and outs, the muscles on the face of the short Daoist trembled non-stop. He gritted his teeth and said, "Where's the troublesome waste Wang Yishui?!"

"Run, run..."

What? !

The short Taoist was furious, "Find it for me! Even if you turn over the Xintian City, you will find the death star for me!"

"Yes!"

There's no way, the boss also wants someone to take the pot! And he really didn't know anything about it!

As a result, Wang Yishui, who fled into the mountains, was arrested by the disciples of Guiyue Pavilion before he could spend the night in peace.

No matter how he wept bitterly and complained about his grievances, the Sect Master was indifferent. They only let Wang Yishui's spiritual roots be abolished, and he was thrown into the water prison, so he obediently waited for Han Yunzong to settle the account.

However, Guiyue Pavilion did not wait for Han Yunzong, and Wang Yishui had no chance to see the sun again.

This is later.

Jing Yue didn't know about these things, because Lan Feng, who loved to squat in the corner, had followed him to the Central Continent.

Yunzhou traveled for more than 20 days, and the Han Yunzong group finally arrived at Ducheng, where the Sanjie Temple was located.

As soon as you enter the boundary of the city, you can hear the sound of Sanskrit chanting that seems to be absent. The sound is very light, not disturbing, but has a peaceful Zen feeling.

After entering the city, everything is different.

The layout of the city is actually three rings, one circle around one circle. There are passages in the south, south and northwest of each ring, traversing the entire city.

Among them, the outer ring is mostly private houses, the middle ring is where monks live, and the Sanjie Temple is located in the inner ring.

Most of the houses in Ducheng are low and low. Even if you stand in the outer ring, you can clearly see the towers in the inner ring.

Most of the people on the street were monks in robes. They looked very carefully, and when they walked among the mortals, there was a natural sense of integration.

As if, they were born one, a picture.

Occasionally mortals saluted the monks. At this time, the monks would throw a handful of talisman paper over each other's head to express their blessings.

The wind with fireworks blew up the monk's sleeves and robes, and there were yellow talismans everywhere on the eaves, streets, and trees.

There are many people on the street, but it is quiet and peaceful.

In Ducheng, it seems that all worldly troubles will settle and be forgotten.

"Saving the city can indeed save people." Jing Yue sighed.

Wei Tianli nodded in agreement, "The largest city in Central Continent, one is Ducheng in the north, and the other is Lecheng in the south."

Jing Yue: "Lecheng? But the city where Jiutian Academy is located."

Wei Tianli: "Exactly, the so-called "Northern Music" actually refers to Sanjie Temple and Jiutian Academy."

Jing Yue nodded slightly, he knew that Sanjie Temple in Zhongzhou was equivalent to the status of Hanyun Sect in the extreme north, and Jiutian Academy was another kind of honor.

But I heard Wei Tianli say again: "I heard that the ancestor is interested in Jiutian Academy?"

"Well, it's interesting there."

"It's also for Qin Zhenjun?"

Jing Yue was taken aback, "Why did you say this?"

"Since Qin Zhenjun took over the position of the head of Jiutian Academy five years ago, the number of people who want to join the academy this time is several times higher than before.

Jing Yue laughed, "I just want to see the library of the academy. Besides, the mountain chief rarely preaches in person, right?"

"That's right. The ancestors are about to build the foundation. If I can get a chance in Central Continent this time, I can just catch up with the academy's opening."

"hope so."

They did not directly enter the Sanjie Temple, because the eminent monks of the Buddhist lineage had to stay alive for twenty-eight days, and today happened to be the twenty-seventh day of Kongmiao's passing away, and the ceremony was tomorrow.

A group of people walked aimlessly around the outer ring. When they passed the Feixian List, they found that there were only a dozen or so people next to the list, and most of them were Taoist monks who came to express their condolences.

Jing Yue was a little surprised, "The people in Ducheng are really special, they are not even interested in Fei Xian Bang?"

Wei Tianli: "People here have always been like this. It seems that nothing can attract their attention, and nothing can make them afraid."

Jing Yue smiled, and Lan Feng rejoiced in his consciousness: "Fortunately, Jingjing is not a monk. If you were born in Ducheng, Jiji would be so boring."

"Maybe it will allow you to cultivate with your heart."

Lan Feng: "...I don't want it!"

During the conversation, an old man with a white beard appeared in front of Feixian Bang. I saw him swipe with one hand, and a faint light appeared on the Fei Xian Ranking, and it seemed that there had been some changes.

Jingyue: "That's...?"

Wei Tianli: "It's a member of the Loose Cultivation Alliance, and they've been taking care of Feixian Bang."

Jing Yue: "Isn't the Sanctuary Alliance in Yudong Luzhou?"

Wei Tianli: "Yes, there is their general alliance, but there are scattered cultivators everywhere in the Qifang Realm, and their people are everywhere. There are many sources of scattered cultivator alliances, and there are manpower to research, no one is more suitable than them. Manage the Fei Xian list."

Jing Yue was puzzled, "Let's go, let's go and have a look."

Perhaps it was Qin Yanzhi who was mentioned just now, but Jing Yue still saw his name at first sight, and he was still condescending and steady as a rock.

Wei Tianli is naturally also on the list, but his ranking has not changed, it is still sixth.

He confirmed that the ancestor was interested in Jiutian Academy, and specially introduced many people on the Shanhe list to the other party. Those monks either taught in the academy, studied in the academy, or "graduated" from the academy.

"Huh? Lin Weixue has risen by more than a dozen."

An elder surnamed Wang next to him commented: "He is amazing, but in just ten years, he has never been on the list and has risen to the top 20 of Zifu."

Another person said: "Many people regard guarding Baizhanghai as a beast of a flood, and they are terrified. In fact, as long as you have a firm mind and seize the opportunity, you can become the second Lin Zhenjun."

Jingyue saw Lin Weixue's name following what they said, and asked curiously, "What happened to him?"

Elder Wang: "It's a long story..."

It turned out that Lin Weixue was the elder of the Baifengjian faction. He violated the rules more than ten years ago and was exiled to Baizhanghai for a hundred years.

In the first few years, it was not a big deal. In the eighth year, Lin Weixue crossed the Baizhanghai with the cultivator of the right way. When he entered the Ding Yao Mountain to kill the demon, he unexpectedly disappeared. He disappeared for three years.

At that time, the people guarding Baizhanghai thought he was dead, but the Baifengjian faction sent a message that Lin Weixue's soul lamp was still there, and everyone searched for a long time, but they couldn't find anyone.

Elder Wang: "Who would have guessed that three years later, Lin Weixue walked out of Dingyao Mountain with the corpses of twelve demon handsomes."

Jing Yue was taken aback, "Young handsome? A demon handsome has all the cultivation of the Purple Mansion, so Lin Zhenjun is not even the Purple Mansion, so he has such strength?"

Elder Wang: "Yeah, this is also what everyone is confused about. The specific reason for the Baifengjian faction has not been disclosed, but Lin Weixue became famous because of this incident, and he made a great contribution to return to the Baifengjian faction ahead of schedule. It’s a thousand miles a day.”

Hearing this, Lan Feng became restless again, "He must have had an adventure on Dingyao Mountain, maybe he recognized some old monster or a demon emperor as his godfather, in fact, he has already betrayed your human race! Those twelve demon handsome corpses are him. Forged registration certificate, this kind of person, you have to be vigilant!"

Jingyue: "..."

It is night, without stars and without moon.

There is a demon tower on the back mountain of Sanjie Temple, which is thirteen stories high. There are hundreds of thousands of large and small demons sealed inside, and there is even a demon king.

It is said that when the demon robbery was chaotic 8,000 years ago, some of the big demons headed by the demon saint were beheaded, some were blocked by the enchantment in Dingyao Mountain, and some were taken to the Sanjie Temple and suppressed under the demon tower.

The demon tower is a complete formation, with hundreds of thousands of demons as its eyes, in order to snatch and purify the demonic energy derived from the heavenly way. The demon world gets less demon energy, and the strength will also decrease.

Therefore, even though eight thousand years have passed, the monsters in the tower are still alive.

In front of the demon tower at this time, two young monks of the Jiezi generation were guarding the tower gate with lanterns.

Rebooting: "Tomorrow will be the ceremony of Grand Master Kongmiao. I heard that both the Cold Cloud Sect and Wanming Sword Sect have already arrived at Ducheng."

Jiexi: "They will definitely come. Alas, I hope the ceremony goes well tomorrow. There are always accidents in the temple recently, and I feel panic in my heart."

Rebooting dissatisfied, he said, "Even if Master Kongmiao passes away, his soul will protect my temple, what is there to worry about?"

At this time, a middle-aged monk walked in front of him. He was very thin, and his apricot-yellow monk robe seemed to be supported on a bamboo pole.

Rebooting and killing, clasping his hands together, "Jingwu Master Uncle Ancestor."

Jing Wu returned the salute with no expression on his face, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"You guys stay here, I'll enter the demon tower to see."

Rebooting and killing don't notice the difference, there are formations engraved inside and outside the demon tower, and regular people will check whether the formations are in good condition.

When the gate of the demon tower was closed, he rebooted and said, "Since Master Huiyuan passed away, Master Jingwu has been in poor spirits. I heard that some people have seen him cry secretly."

Jie Sha: "What's so rare about crying? Uncle Huiyuan was brought back by Uncle Jingwu since he was a child, and he brought it up with one hand. It's not an exaggeration to say that he is a half child. Besides, Uncle Huiyuan is so talented that even Kongmiao is so talented. The archmage has high hopes for him, who would have thought that he would go crazy?"

He sighed again, "It's normal that Master Jingwu can't accept it for a while. We cultivate Buddha, but after all, we're not Buddhas, aren't we all human?"

Rebooting echoed with lingering fears, "Yeah, I really can't think that Master Huiyuan would go back to the west one step earlier than Master Kongmiao, I heard that when he was discovered, his whole body was soaked in blood, his eyes were staring, and the corners of his mouth were drenched in blood. And a weird smile…”

Jiexi felt a chill in his heart, and said with a frown, "Junior brother be careful!"

A gust of wind swirled, with a whimper of the night, and the horn bells hung on the eaves of the tower rang, and the woods outside the demon tower also swayed.

Rebooting and Killing shivered together, and the faint light illuminated the dark tower gate behind them, like a huge mouth of a beast, ready to swallow a person to the bone at any time.

The night is still very long.

The next day, the sun dissipated the morning fog, and the Tallinn in Sanjie Temple faintly emerged.

The monks spread the spiritual valley on the trough of the tower, attracting various birds to grab food.

Suddenly, the surrounding air was slightly distorted, and the enchantment of protecting the temple made of 999 stone pagodas dissipated.

Everyone in the world knows that the protective barrier of Sanjie Temple can only be opened at night, and during the day, it is not much different from ordinary ordinary temples.

Everyone can come and everyone can stay.

Jingyue followed the crowd in, and he couldn't help but remember that he brought Kong Miao here ten thousand years ago. As soon as he entered the temple, he saw the great master sitting under a bodhi tree with kind eyes, saying that he had been waiting for him for a long time.

The breeze rolled up the bodhi leaves and circled the stone pagoda.

Jingyue woke up from his memory, but found that the Bodhi tree had withered, and the real master under the tree had also fallen into the demon calamity and had already been reincarnated.

Ten thousand years, after all, a lot has changed.

When Jingyue entered the square in front of the Hall of Returning Buddha, he immediately felt the majestic aura of the vast real Buddha coming, which made people unconsciously feel awe.

There was a cold jade coffin in the center of the square, and the empty body was lying quietly in it. He looked very peaceful, as if he had just fallen asleep.

The current abbot of Sanjie Temple, Jueyuan, and many eminent monks are sitting around the jade coffin, muttering sutras to save the souls of the dead. As soon as the time arrives, there will be a fire from heaven to burn the slough of Kongmiao, leaving the relic and sending his soul to reincarnate.

The people of the Cold Cloud Sect were led by the little novice to an open space. After sitting down, Jing Yue looked around and found that many people had appeared at his entrance ceremony.

Finally, his eyes stopped on a group of Taoists carrying long swords on the right. When they knelt and sat with their backs straight, their faces were stern, and their aura was like an unopened sword.

—Wan Ming Sword Sect!

Jing Yue could tell at a glance, but the leader was replaced by a white-haired old Taoist from Qin Yanzhi, most likely the current head of the Wan Ming Sword Sect, True Monarch Fuchen.

The other party seemed to feel something, a pair of eagle eyes suddenly turned around, saw Jing Yue for a moment, then lowered his head slightly to show respect.

Facing an ancestor of a sect, the head of a sect always has to be short.

Jing Yue nodded in return, then closed his eyes, and gradually relaxed in the continuous sound of chanting, his consciousness returned to zero, as if even his soul was drifting into the distance.

In a trance, he gave birth to a subtle strangeness, and he couldn't grasp the clue if he wanted to think about it.

Jing Yue was about to find this feeling and peeling his cocoons, when his heart suddenly shuddered, the unknown danger made his hair stand on end in an instant.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that even Lan Feng, who was hiding in the front of his clothes, stuck his head out and looked around alertly.

"Om-"

The temple bell rang for no reason, the mountains shook in an instant, the birds scattered, and a red light shone into the sky in the distance!

Abbot Jueyuan stood up abruptly and said angrily, "The monster is presumptuous!"

At the same time, a blood-stained monk flew into the square and shouted in a mournful voice: "Not good! Jing Wu rebelled, opened the inner formation of the demon tower, and the monsters have escaped from the tower!"

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Wei Tianli: Are you also for Qin Zhenjun

Jing Yue: ? ? ? mind my peace

Write here to share a little story with you.

About ten years ago, my family took me to Jiuzhaigou during the summer vacation. The little angel who has been to Jiuzhaigou should know how clean it is. It is so clean that people who like to litter usually can't bear to start. It is really a wonderland on earth.

Because the ditch is very big, tourists have to take a sightseeing bus. Generally speaking, the sightseeing bus does not stop until it stops. However, a lama came up on the way in our car, which is the aborigines in Jiuzhaigou. They can take the bus at will.

The car started again, and the cool wind was blowing in through the window. The Lama suddenly took out a handful of yellow talisman paper from his arms and threw it out of the window. I saw the yellow talismans fluttering with the wind, against the blue sky, white clouds, clear water and green mountains. The surroundings were very quiet, and that image was deeply imprinted in my mind, and I can't forget it to this day.

So beautiful!

Well, there are always many different scenery in the world of self-cultivation, I hope you will like it.

And, the level commentary is here again... The following one-to-one correspondence:

Human race: body forging, qi training, foundation building, Jindan, Zifu, Dongtian, returning to the virtual, transcending tribulation, ascension

Demon Race: Demon Soldier, Demon Soldier, Demon Master, Demon General, Demon Commander, Demon King, Demon King, Half Saint, Demon Saint

Ferocious beasts: first-order, second-order, third-order, fourth-order, fifth-order, sixth-order, seventh-order, eighth-order, ninth-order