Chapter 361 Xinhu, Ruined Temple, Starry Sky

There is a verdant valley by the East China Sea, and there is a bottomless cave in the valley. The cave is filled with mist and the wind is blowing. It is Tongtianjing, which is as famous as the Mingquan Secret Realm.

In order to prevent the underworld powerhouses and even the army from crawling out of the Tongtianjing to cause harm to the world, extremely powerful restrictions are placed around here.

Back then, Donghai Shenni even built Shuiyue Temple not far away.

So although the scenery here is excellent, it has never been a scenic spot.

Jing Jiu stood on the edge of the cliff, looking inside with his hands behind his back, like a tourist.

The cloudy wind rolled the mist, forming countless turbulences and vortices in the Tongtianjing, which was more terrifying than the strong wind in the sky.

Wherever the line of sight reaches, there is darkness, and it is impossible to see clearly what is below.

Jing Jiu remembered that he had never been to the underworld.

Been there now.

Sure enough, as the book said, there are thirteen floors in Tongtianjing.

He suddenly felt something, and looked back into the distance.

Aoyama is in that direction.

He looked over there quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

A cloudy wind overflowed from the patio.

He stretched out his right hand, as if something invisible fell on his palm.

He sensed it for a moment with his divine sense, and there was some emotion in his eyes.

Contrary to what the Underworld Emperor had imagined, after knowing the news of his passing, the Underworld did not welcome the new king immediately, but fell into chaos.

The underworld master has to suppress the rebels and negotiate with other forces, which is already exhausted.

But maybe all of this is in Hades' plan, and long-term stability is often based on a real chaos.

When the chaos in the underworld is over and a new king is ushered in, he will find time to go down in person and send back the seal of the underworld emperor.

If it were a senior brother, he would definitely choose the new Underworld Emperor himself, but he would not do so.

This is a matter for the Underworld, and should be decided by the Underworld itself.

Jing Jiu turned around and left.

Tongtianjing is surrounded by prohibitions, and there are talisman papers and scriptures left by the eminent monks of Guocheng Temple on the cliff.

The cloudy wind and his stay naturally alarmed some people.

Not long after, several beautiful young girls flew to the edge of the cliff, looked around vigilantly, but found nothing unusual.

"Master Anli, please inform the sects. I'm afraid there is a very powerful monster from the underworld who has sneaked up from Tongtianjing."

The girl in the lead said worriedly: "Maybe it's because I have thoughts about the immortal talisman of the Zhongzhou sect, I just hope nothing serious will happen."

They didn't know that the person they were worried about had already arrived in Shuiyue Nunnery.

Shuiyue Nunnery is on the side of Qinggu, just like a temple is divided into the front and back courtyards, it is also divided into inner and outer courtyards, the outer courtyard is responsible for secular affairs, and the inner courtyard is the real place.

Jing Jiu fell into the depths of the nunnery without disturbing anyone, because there was already a small sedan chair with green curtains waiting for him.

Inside the small sedan chair with the green curtain is the Supreme Elder of Shuiyue Nunnery.

He knew what the other party meant, but he didn't stop talking to the other party, he just nodded.

Except for the nunnery master and the Supreme Elder, no one knew that he had come to Shuiyue nunnery.

The process of the West Sea Rebellion three years ago has already spread.

Everyone thought Winter was dead.

If people knew that he had returned to Shuiyue Nunnery during the winter, they would definitely think that the Elder Qingshan who took her away in the West Sea was him.

This matter itself doesn't matter. Could it be that the Qingshan School is still afraid of the Xihai Sword Sect's questioning?

The key point is that, in order to avoid the sword of Xihai Sword God, Jing Jiu used the Nether Immortal Sword.

Those pictures and details will remind those who are interested in the figure in Chaoge who escaped from the Devil's Prison to the sky, and even Canglong didn't catch up.

The Zhongzhou faction had already determined that that figure was related to Canglong's death, and if they knew it was him, it would cause great trouble.

At least it would be impossible for him to take away that talisman.

This time he went to the Zhongzhou faction to participate in the Asking Conference, and it might still be exposed in the end, but he should have already got the fairy in his hand at that time, so it doesn't matter.

A large round window was opened on the wall of the meditation room, and the lower edge has reached the ground, which is obviously newly chiselled.

There is a lake outside the round window, and many precious flowers and trees grow densely by the lake.

It is late autumn now, but it is still like spring all year round here, and the flowers and trees are in full bloom.

The lake was newly dug, and the trees were newly moved.

The trees outside the window are too dense, and the picture presented is naturally not as beautiful as that of Sanqian Nunnery.

If this is also a round fan, the artist's level is obviously much inferior.

Jing Jiu glanced at it, thinking that this kind of thing is really not suitable for you.

Of course, he would not express these thoughts, and pushed the wheelchair out of the meditation room and came to the lakeside.

When you come to the lakeside, the flowers and trees you can see are no longer so dense, and they are clearer.

Guo Dong gave a satisfied hum, and said, "Tomorrow I will have these trees cut down."

Jing Jiu thought that if all the trees were cut down, a bald lake would not be worth much.

Suddenly there was a wind, and the flower rain fell from the crabapple tree, sprinkled on the two of them.

In the three years in the world, nothing happened between him and Guo Dong.

When encountering a problem, it is often not that the thing is waiting for you there, but you go to find it yourself.

Guodong used to be passionate, and he is still passionate now, but countless years have passed, and he has long been tired of doing those chivalrous things, and he no longer looks around for trouble like he did back then.

Zhao Layue still had a sense of freshness back then, so Furth Sword was stained with so much blood.

No matter what kind of Jing Jiu it was, it didn't matter, he just accompanied him quietly.

Thinking of Zhao Layue, the subtle feeling from before reappeared, Jing Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

There are not many aquatic plants in the new lake, and the fish swim weakly.

Looking at the lake, Guo Dong asked, "What's the matter?"

Jing Jiu said, "I'm leaving."

Guo Dong thought for a while and said, "Take care."

Jing Jiu could leave directly from Tongtianjing and make a special trip back to Shuiyue Nunnery just to say goodbye to her.

With the temperament of the winter, it should be said that he will not give it away. The reason why he said take care is because he knows that he will come back again.

With the immortal talisman.

Jing Jiu pushed her back to the meditation room and left.

Guo Dong sits in a wheelchair, looks out the window, and doesn't look back.

The flowers and trees outside the window are really too dense.

She raised her eyebrows, a little displeased, and asked someone to chop it off.

The flowering trees were cut down and transported away.

There is an openness in front of me.

Guo Dong looked at the clouds in the sky and remained silent.

White clouds came out of the lake, leaving a shadow in the verdant valley.

Jing Jiu walked out of the nunnery, stopped, looked up at the sky and at the clouds.

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There is an unnamed wild mountain in a certain place, and there is a ruined temple in the mountain.

In late autumn, everything is dead, the mountain road is covered by weeds, no tourists pass by at all, but there are many people in the ruined temple tonight.

Compared with the human world, the practice world has many agreements of its own.

Once a bonfire is lit in a deserted wild temple, practitioners will gather like moths.

Of course, the prerequisite is safety.

This place is not far from Yunmeng Mountain, and it is already on the edge of the formation, so naturally no evildoers would dare to make trouble here.

The bonfire will bring warmth to people, psychologically, and here you can exchange news and exchange information.

It's like a restaurant or brothel in the world.

There are people sitting beside the fire in the ruined temple.

Most people wear hats and don't want to be known by others.

The three bald heads in the crowd are even more eye-catching.

The three plainly dressed monks came from Guocheng Temple, and people consciously gave up the best seats.

"Tonight is really rare and lively." Someone said with a smile.

The number of practitioners is very small, and it is very difficult to meet a fellow practitioner on weekdays. Often the bonfire is lit overnight, and no one comes to visit. It seems that there are so many people gathered today.

The reason for this is naturally because of the Zhongzhou faction's upcoming Dao Dao Conference, whether invited or not, many ascetics will come to watch the excitement.

Naturally, people were talking about this big event, and what they were most concerned about was the questioning meeting that decided the ownership of the fairy talisman.

They had never even thought about the immortal talisman, but talking about it was fun, and it seemed that it could also have a little bit of immortality.

The names of many talented ascetics were mentioned, and they kept going back and forth in the firelight.

"Xi Yiyun is really strong..."

Someone said: "He is a direct disciple of Bu Qiuxiao, the master of a Maozhai. He has studied hard for twenty years, and it is said that he has been recognized as the master by the treasure of Zhenzhai, just like that King Ming."

"I heard that Xuanling Sect is also very good. Of course it's not Sect Master De Shao. She only cares about playing every day, and her realm is too slow to improve."

"Who is going to Qingshan Sword Sect this time? Going to Nanshan or You Siluo?"

"You really don't know much about it. Haven't you heard that Zhao Layue will participate?"

"Your news is not fast... you don't even know that Zhuo Rusui has won against Zhao Layue."

"Who are you talking about? Zhuo Rusui? That little monster who started retreating at the beginning?"

There was a burst of exclamation in the ruined temple, and the fire was shaking uneasy.

People were discussing it excitedly.

There was a man wearing a hat, hiding in the shadows in the corner, very unobtrusive.

No matter what these practitioners said earlier, that person didn't respond. He didn't move his hat until he heard that Zhao Layue lost to Zhuo Rusui.

"At that time, Zhuo Rusui was talking about the unique knowledge of Master Jingyang's uncle who was taught by Tianguang Peak's lineage. You look at this arrogance, and he didn't take Zhao Layue seriously at all."

The well-informed casual cultivator said: "After he won, he became even more arrogant. He pointed at Zhao Layue's nose and said, just because you can inherit the mantle of master uncle?"

Someone sneered and said, "Go ahead and make it up. It looks like you don't know much. Zhao Layue is the master of Shenmo Peak and Zhuo Rusui's sister-in-law. No matter how arrogant he is, if he says something like this and does something like this, won't he be afraid of being beheaded by the old man Jianlu?"

The rogue cultivator blushed slightly, and said, "I've also heard people relay it, even if the details are different...even if I didn't point my nose...the meaning is always the same."

Someone said: "It doesn't matter whether it's Zhuo Rusui or Zhao Layue. This questioning conference has obviously been decided."

"What do you mean by fellow daoists?" Someone asked.

"You and I both know that the rule this time is that each faction can only send out one person, so why did the Zhongzhou faction not abide by the rules? No matter whether it is Tong Yan or Bai Zao, they will not be weaker than Zhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue. I heard that there is a mysterious person this time. They will fight each other. Who do you think will win?"

The man shook his head and said: "If it's really a default decision, why didn't the Zhongzhou faction keep the celestial talisman for their own use, and why did they have to do something superfluous? Don't speculate with a villain's heart, the Zhongzhou faction can become the leader of the righteous way, and there is a reason for it. The Qingshan Sword Sect has always been almost mean, never willing to deal with us small factions, it is too arrogant."

People thought about the usual behavior of the Qingshan Sect, and they could not help but nod their heads.

Someone said: "Qingshan's arrogance naturally has the qualifications of arrogance, because the strength is so strong."

"Now the Qingshan sect has two heaven-reaching, sea-breakers, and their strength is probably higher than that of the Zhongzhou faction. Why can't their momentum be overwhelmed?"

"Of course it's because the Zhongzhou faction has the White Immortal."

"Aren't there real Jingyang in Qingshan?"

"The Immortal Bai left a talisman to protect the world, but the Immortal Jingyang left nothing behind."

The man looked around and said in a low voice: "I heard that not only did nothing remain, but also took away a lot of treasures from the Qingshan School. I heard that there are many people in the Qingshan Nine Peaks who have great opinions on this matter. However, Master Jingyang didn't care about the Qingshan School's affairs back then, so why would he think about what to leave for Qingshan after ascending?"

The three monks remained silent,

A monk lowered his head, unable to see his face.

An elderly monk is resting with his eyes closed.

Hearing these words, the younger monk blushed more and more until he couldn't help it, and finally gave the old monk a slight push.

The old monk opened his eyes, looked at him and smiled, and said, "Say what you want."

The young monk took a deep breath as if he had been pardoned, looked at the practitioners, and shouted, "You idiots!"

Everyone was stunned, wondering what happened to the master of Guocheng Temple?

The young monk stood up, looked at the man and said, "You said that the real Jingyang took away Qingshan's treasures, but have you ever thought that those treasures belonged to the real person? You also said that no matter what happens to Qingshan, the real person doesn't care, but have you ever thought that when anyone wants to deal with Qingshan, don't you dare not think about him?"

Hearing this, people first thought it was absurd, and then woke up. You must know that the first half of the young monk's sentence can be refuted, but the second half...

The two hundred years before Master Jingyang's ascension can be said to be the best period of development in Qingshan's history, and it has never encountered any real crisis.

Why? Because Jing Jingren is the person with the highest realm in Chaotian Continent.

Although he stayed in Shenmo Peak for many years and never cared about world affairs, he was still the one with the highest realm.

As long as he is here, no one will dare to covet Qingshan.

This principle is so simple, but no matter whether it is a practitioner in the world or many people in Qingshan, they have never figured it out.

Or because they don't want to think about it.

This fact is impressive.

The ruined temple became very quiet.

No one noticed that the man in the hat had left in the shadowy corner.

The man came to the mountain, jumped to the top of the tree, moved his fingers lightly, and countless branches fell silently, forming a platform naturally.

He took out the bamboo chair and put it on the platform, took off his hat, and lay down on it.

The wind tonight is particularly strong, whistling, and the clouds are extremely clean, and the stars are very dazzling.

The starlight fell on his face, still perfect, without any emotion.

What those people in the ruined temple said had no effect on his mood.

The mountain wind became stronger and stronger, the branches shook slightly, the platform was not in danger of overturning, but the bamboo chairs creaked.

Jing Jiu thought he was going to repair it again. He wondered if Shi Sui had planted bamboo in Guocheng Temple, otherwise he could send it over for him to repair.

The night wind howls, the big tree shakes slightly, the stars and mountains in the eyes seem to be moving, a little dreamy.

If you want to put this scene into a painting, you need a good painter.

This reminded him of the monk with his head bowed in the ruined temple.

He Zhan is really here tonight.

Then he looked at the green hills in the distance.

The Immortal Book of Longevity is very attractive.

He calculated that Zhuo Rusui would pass the test, but he didn't expect that Zhao Layue would lose to him.

Back then at Shenmo Peak, he told her several times that she couldn't lose.

Why did you lose?