Chapter 511

The old monk looked at him with a gentle smile, and shook his head, not sure if he said he didn't know the answer, or he didn't understand why he asked this question.

The young monk looked more stable than before, but he still had some temper. Hearing the words, he said displeasedly, "What do you mean by your words?"

When those practitioners discussed before, they only said who was more likely to be the head of Qingshan, but they didn't express their own thoughts.

This is not something that everyone is qualified to express their opinion on.

The young monk felt that the other party's question was obviously malicious.

"Just ask."

Jing Jiu took off his hat and sat down in front of the two monks.

The young monk was surprised to see it was him, and said happily, "Master Jing Jiu, it is you! Why are you here? We meet again."

Jing Jiu said, "Stop practicing closed-mouth meditation?"

The young monk was a little embarrassed and touched his head.

The old monk also laughed and said: "When you went to the temple that year, I was still in the north, and when I came back, I heard my disciple say..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly coughed, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper, looking very painful.

The young monk hurriedly explained that his master had suffered an internal injury in the snow field, and it was difficult to heal.

Jing Jiu looked over and found that the old monk's meridians had been invaded by the cold and withered. There was really no good way to do it, and he could only take care of it for a while.

The young monk was talking about the wind and cold in Baicheng, the ugliness of the monsters in the Snow Country, and the mystery of the Sword Saint... Suddenly he raised his hand and covered his mouth.

Jing Jiu thought to himself that I didn't see the old monk telling you to shut up today?

The young monk covered his mouth with his hands, muttered twice, and insisted on refusing to speak.

The old monk coughed twice with a smile, and said: "After the Xihai incident, the temple will not allow any contact with Qingshan disciples."

Jing Jiu knew that it was because Liu Ci had let Daoist Taiping go, and with Chan's temperament, he certainly wouldn't let it go.

He said to the young monk: "I am not an ordinary Qingshan disciple, I am a disciple of Shenmo Peak."

The young monk thought it was right, the relationship between the temple and Qingshan was ordinary, but he was close to Shenmo Peak, so he quickly put down his hands and said, "Immortal Master, what did you mean by that question just now?"

Jing Jiu said, "Being in this mountain, I don't know the real face, so it's good to listen to other sects' ideas."

The young monk didn't think about why he, a young disciple, cared about the candidate for the head. He shook his head and said directly: "I have never seen those big men, and I don't know any of them. How can I know who is more suitable to be the head of Qingshan."

Jing Jiuxin wanted to know people, but who could really know anyone except himself?

The young monk asked curiously: "Who do you support? Master Guangyuan or Peak Master Fang Jingtian?"

Jing Jiu said, "I don't know each other, so naturally I don't support it."

The young monk couldn't understand what he said, and touched his head in embarrassment.

For some reason, Jing Jiu always liked this monk, and asked him how he was doing with a smile.

This level of greeting is already very rare for him.

The young monk came to his senses and told the story of his travels in the world and the healing and saving of people with his master in these years. Whether it was the customs or the strange illness, he talked about it one by one. It can be said that he explained everything in detail.

This is not a recent situation, this is a memoir.

Jing Jiu listened to those chivalrous and righteous people, those who saved lives and rescued the poor, and he didn't bother, praised, mocked, or answered the words, only humming occasionally.

But it was obvious that he listened carefully.

The old monk looked at the scene with a smile.

Jing Jiu's attitude is the state that the monks of Guocheng Temple like and pursue most.

The morning light finally fell between the peaks, and the bonfire had turned to ashes, so they wanted to continue on their way. The young monk asked, "Master Jing Jiu, are you also going to Xuanling Sect?"

Jing Jiu said, "Yes, but I don't want to reveal my identity."

The young monk looked at his face and said worriedly: "This is really extremely difficult...Even if there is a hat to cover it, the Xuanling Sect will not let him in, right?"

Jing Jiu said, "If there's a market in front, I'd like to buy two hats."

The young monk didn't understand, but the old monk did. After thinking for a while, he said, "That's fine."

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There is a lake between the Dongling Mountains, and a canyon to the east, where the morning light comes every day, so it is called Dawn.

Liming Lake is not as peculiar as Qingshanbihu, nor is it as vast as Daze. It is better than the picturesque scenery on the lakeside.

The mountain wind blows the willow branches, and lightly touches the water surface, creating countless ripples.

There are bells tied to many willow branches, which make a crisp sound, and mixing them together is not disturbing, but just makes people feel peaceful.

The most famous of Xuanling Sect is Qingxinling.

Qingxin Bell can help practitioners get rid of evil spirits, and it is an extremely important magic weapon no matter when meditating or wandering. The functions of Qingxin bells of different grades are very different, so each practice sect attaches great importance to Xuanling sect. In addition, because of the Qingshan Sect, the entire cultivation world has been silent for two years, and the Qingxin Conference is considered the first major event. There were many sects who came to participate, except for the Zhongzhou Sect that closed the mountain, the Wuenmen, and the Xihai Sword Sect that was exterminated, almost all of them were present.

In addition to offering appreciation of Qingxin bells of various grades in this Qingxin Conference as usual, there is another thing to celebrate the birthday of the old lady.

What's interesting is that no one knows how old she lived except the old lady herself.

The practice world only knew that when she first appeared in the practice world, the Meihui had not yet held.

Whether it is Qingxinling tasting or the old lady's birthday, it is something worth celebrating, but there is no atmosphere of celebration at Liming Lake, and it is even a bit depressing.

Practitioners of various sects understand the reason, and restrain their own disciples. Before the meeting, it is best not to walk around, even swimming in the lake.

——As the old matriarch got older, she became more and more worried about the future of the Xuanling Sect, worried that the current suzerain, that is, her daughter-in-law Chen, would remarry after her death and hand over the Xuanling Sect to someone with a foreign surname. Many years ago, she had suggested that the Chen family marry a nephew of her husband's family, but she was rejected without hesitation. After that day, the internal undercurrents of the Xuanling Sect became an open conflict.

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Three monks wearing hats came to the shore of Dawn Lake.

The Xuanling Sect disciple who was in charge of the reception was naturally a well-informed person, and he knew at a glance that the other party was from Guocheng Temple, so he felt a little uncomfortable, so he had no choice but to welcome him in. Guocheng Temple is deeply respected by fellow practitioners, if people know that Xuanling Sect rejects the masters of Guocheng Temple, it will inevitably attract a lot of criticism.

The reason why this Suling Sect disciple felt uncomfortable was the same as the reason why the casual cultivator in the ruined temple left early—the old matriarch would never invite the monks from Guocheng Temple to attend the Qingxin Conference. The other party came here on his own. Could it be that something will happen to the Qingxin Conference?

No one expected that things would happen so quickly, or that the tables would be turned so early.

At the welcome banquet that night, the gray-haired Mrs. De took the main seat with the support of a middle-aged man.

There was no Sect Master Chen, nor was there any figure of the Young Master of the Xuanling Sect, Desese.

The middle-aged man had a deep realm and a cold breath, but he was a little strange to the practitioners of various sects.

The old lady said calmly: "Let me introduce to fellow Taoists, this is the nephew of my husband's family, named Yuanquan."

Countless eyes fell on this middle-aged man named De Yuanquan.

Some people have already guessed that this is the Taoist companion chosen by the old matriarch for Chen Zongzhu.

After a moment of astonishment, people finally understood the intention of the old lady, and they couldn't help being in an uproar!

No matter how hard the old matriarch persecuted Sect Master Chen, the practitioners always thought that she wanted to kill her mother and pass on her grandchildren.

Looking at today's scene, is she going to pass the throne directly to De Yuanquan?

What about Chen Zongzhu and De Seso? Was it imprisoned, or... dead?

No one spoke, and there was a dead silence in the room.

Even if it is a tragedy of fratricide, it is Xuan Lingzong's own business after all.

It is obvious that the old matriarch has completely controlled the Xuanling School, and no one else can control it, nor dare to control it.

At this time, as if there was some kind of tacit understanding, countless eyes left De Yuanquan and turned to a certain place in the hall.

That's the best spot in the hall.

The people from Qingshan Sect sat there.

The leader is Elder Shi Yuefeng He Bumu, accompanied by young disciples such as Lin Yingliang.

Why not Mu usually grows medicinal herbs in the peaks, refines elixirs, and occasionally hosts the sword inheritance meeting. He is not well-known in the practice circle.

Judging by his appearance and demeanor, everyone felt that he was a loyal and silent old man.

What is the opinion of the Qingshan sect?

"Where is Sect Master Chen?"

Why Bumu didn't have any emotional changes on his face, but the question was very straightforward.

The old matriarch said with a blank expression: "Mr. Chen was seriously ill a few days ago, so it is inconvenient to come out to meet guests."

He Bumu said: "In that case, I'm going to visit."

The old matriarch said dumbly: "Men and women are different, it's inconvenient."

This is very tough.

Why not Mu said: "What about the Young Sect Master?"

The old lady said: "Thurse has to take care of her mother, so she has no time to meet guests."

Why Bumu stood up, looked at the old lady and said, "You must know that Shenmo Peak has only had three guests for many years, Tong Yan, Bai Zao and the Young Sect Master."

The old matriarch said blankly, "Elder He has something to say."

He Bumu said: "She can't be busy."

The old matriarch remained expressionless, and said: "Young people like to play around, and it's normal to knock a little. Could it be that because of this, Zhao Layue wants to kill the old man with a sword?"

Why Bumu was silent for a while, looked at the middle-aged man named De Yuanquan, and said, "Do...do you want to die?"