Jing Jiu stretched out his hand and asked the old monk to sit down.
The old monk explained a few words softly.
It turned out that Guocheng Temple heard about this incident and was worried that the practitioners would fight for the treasure and the casualties would be too heavy, so they let them come here so that they can be treated at any time.
Jing Jiu thought it was normal, because Guocheng Temple had this kind of style.
If you are new to it, you may feel that these medical monks are too pedantic, well-known, and even hypocritical.
But if Chengcheng Temple has been hypocritical for thousands of years, it will definitely be respected by the whole world, even including the Ministry of the Underworld.
"What about you?" the old monk asked.
Jing Jiu said, "Just take a look, the cave is not real, it's just a prank."
The old monk understood that this kind of thing often happened in the past.
Before ascension or disappearance, some senior seniors like to make some fake caves to joke with the juniors.
The old monk was a little puzzled and said: "But... Master Jing Jing doesn't have such a temperament."
But... the other real person likes it.
Jing Jiu thought about it.
The mountain wind was blowing suddenly, and the fire in the temple was blown away.
More than a dozen ascetics got up one after another and rushed to the outside of the temple, looking towards a certain place in the mountain.
Under the night sky, there is a precious light flickering like water, and there is a wind blowing from there.
"The cave is about to open!"
"One step ahead!"
There were still a few practitioners who couldn't bear it, and rushed into the area of twenty miles before the opening of the cave.
As several sword lights illuminated the night sky, more practitioners appeared in the surrounding mountains and fields.
Jing Jiu swept up with the wind, landed on the top of a big tree, looked into the distance, and remained silent.
That's what the man said back then when he was between the cliffs more than twenty miles away.
"Will those greedy idiots die of anger if they find out that there is no treasure in the cave, only a blank sheet of paper?"
After saying this, the man laughed happily, and the laughter echoed among the peaks.
Countless years later, that laughter still seems to be echoing here.
Jing Jiu's eyes suddenly became sharp, like a real sword.
He fell from the treetops, noiselessly like a fallen leaf, and slipped into the night.
Not long after, he appeared on the cliff more than twenty miles away.
He believed that he didn't make any sound, and he didn't even disturb the wind very much. If there were people here just now, he shouldn't be disturbed by him.
It's all starting from scratch, he doesn't believe that the other party can go much higher than his own realm.
He was a little disappointed.
There is no one on the cliff.
I don't know how long it took, but the valley below the cliff became lively.
Dozens of practitioners gathered here, and the voices of disputes became louder and louder. The cave has not been fully opened yet, these casual cultivators and practitioners from small sects can no longer hold back, and began to discuss how to divide the treasure later, but they still couldn't come up with a satisfactory solution for everyone.
The young monks of Guocheng Temple felt that the atmosphere in the room was getting more and more tense, and they were a little worried. They wanted to persuade them, but they couldn't speak because of the closed-mouthed meditation, and they were very anxious. The old monk has seen many similar scenes, knowing that there is no way to dissuade these people, he closed his eyes and began to meditate.
Later, these practitioners will definitely fight, and it's okay to die directly, but it takes a lot of energy to heal those seriously injured with severed hands and abdomens.
The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, looked up into the night sky, sensed that familiar breath, and thought with relief that nothing would happen tonight.
The quarrel in the valley gradually subsided, and more and more practitioners sensed the breath coming from the distance in the night sky, and looked up in shock.
An auspicious cloud came from the southeast, and there was an extremely large lotus throne looming in it, exuding a peaceful Zen breath.
"Zen Zi Golden Body!"
The practitioners exclaimed again and again, hurriedly straightened their clothes, and saluted to the sky.
All that is done is a big gift from the juniors.
Zenzi of Guocheng Temple, one of the most senior people in the practice world today.
Jing Jiu looked at the night sky with a smile on his face, thinking that he should have thought that the little monk would come to have a look.
The only person in the world who still knows this story is this little monk.
A voice resounded from the depths of the auspicious clouds, fell with the wind, and landed in everyone's ears.
"This is a joke between Master Taiping and Master Jingyang. There is no real treasure, so everyone should leave."
Zenzi's voice is very soft, like nectar, his age cannot be discerned, and there is a feeling of unreality.
The practitioners on the ground responded one after another and scattered around the mountains.
Everyone is so obedient, naturally because of Chan Zi's prestige.
The monks of Guocheng Temple never lie.
And everyone knows that Master Jingyang has no friends, only Zen Zi once asked for a hundred days at Shenmo Peak, so he is close, so what he said is naturally credible.
The two monks, young and old, stood up and bowed to the auspicious cloud.
Zenzi's voice disappeared for a while, and then sounded again.
"Martial nephew, don't go to the north."
The old monk's expression was slightly different, and he bowed his head in response.
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Jing Jiu didn't look at the auspicious clouds in the night sky, but looked at somewhere under the cliff.
There was an old man in black, who seemed ordinary, and performed the junior ceremony together with the practitioners around him.
Castle Peak Nine Peaks, everyone has a ghost in their hearts.
Jing Jiu didn't expect that instead of seeing the biggest ghost tonight, he saw the most unlikely one.
The past peak master actually came in person.
If it wasn't for Zen Zi showing up, the other party had some reactions, but he wouldn't have noticed.
Why did the peak master come here in the past? Because he was also involved in that incident seven years ago, he can't rest assured if he doesn't come to confirm it with his own eyes
The next moment, Jing Jiu felt alarmed and wanted to look away, but it was too late.
Xilai Peak Master looked up at him with an indifferent expression, as if he hadn't noticed his identity.
Jing Jiu knew that the opponent's sword sense had landed on him, and it couldn't be erased unless he could get a sufficient distance away.
If he left like this, the opponent could use his sword sense to find him at any time later, and then kill him with a single strike.
Jing Jiu turned around and left without hesitation, following the slope of the cliff, he came to the bottom of the auspicious cloud.
The stars are very bright tonight, and the shadows of the auspicious clouds are very clear.
The auspicious clouds drifted towards the north, and he floated forward in the mountains and rivers in the shadows, still without a sword.
I don't know whether Xiangyun is too slow or he is too fast, but the two sides are always together.
In the past, the peak master came to the cliff at some time, and looked there quietly. In the end, he didn't do anything, and turned into a sword light and returned to Qingshan.
Jing Jiu traveled hundreds of miles with Yun and left Nanhe Prefecture.
The auspicious cloud suddenly became faster, turning into a stream of light and heading towards Chaoge City in the far north, leaving only the voice of Chanzi echoing between heaven and earth.
"Little friend, I'll send it here, goodbye."
Jing Jiu knew that there were many people on Xiangyun, so he didn't think about going to meet them.
The child who used to talk freely is now high above the ground, and he even needs to ask for the other party's asylum.
If someone else were in his current situation, he would definitely be a little depressed, at least a little uncomfortable.
He was okay, but when he heard this sentence at the end, he couldn't help but complain.
Little... friend
(end of this chapter)