Chapter 537

Jing Jiu retracted his gaze, and at the same time retracted the chilling cicada and the mosquito.

A white light fell from the night sky like lightning, and landed on Zhao Layue's arms with incomparable precision.

Ah Da meowed, indicating that no one saw the previous picture.

The accusation of colluding with the underworld is really serious. Daoist Taiping couldn't bear it back then, and Jing Jiu didn't want to cause trouble.

Just like a possible deal between the Zhongzhou faction and the high priest of the underworld, there are many things that can be done, but they cannot be seen.

"You guys go back first." Jing Jiu said to Zhao Layue.

The place he was going to next was very safe, and he didn't need to bring Ada with him.

Zhao Layue knew that he was going to Shuiyue Nunnery, so she didn't say anything. She hugged Ah Da, took the Forsi sword and went back to the sword boat.

Zhuo Rusui opened his eyes, glanced at her, and wanted to ask a few questions, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

Gu Qing, who could vaguely guess something, was at the bow of the boat, meditating and practicing in front of the rising sun, without even opening his eyes.

The wind by the East China Sea is very refreshing, even if it is early summer, it is not too hot, especially the valley seems to be still in spring, and the peach blossom in front of the stone steps is in full bloom.

Jing Jiu landed on the stone steps, picked a peach blossom, and knocked lightly on the door.

Not long after, the door of Shuiyue Nunnery opened, revealing a lovely and clean face, it was the female disciple named Zhen Tao.

When she was in Yunmeng Mountain, Zhen Tao's qualification to participate in the Asking Conference was taken away by Jing Jiu, and she also witnessed Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui's firework battle, and she was very impressed with him. Even though Jing Jiu was wearing a hat at this time, she was still recognized by her at a glance, and she was shocked and said, "Jing... the master?"

Earlier, she was doing morning class, when the nunnery master suddenly called her over, saying that there was a distinguished guest and asked her to quietly introduce her into the nunnery, she never thought it was Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu went straight to the quiet room.

It was the quiet room with the round window facing the lake, and all the trees beside the lake had been cut down.

The window is still round, the lake is still green, but the vegetation has grown again, without cutting, it adds more rustic charm and a sense of vitality.

Jing Jiu was very satisfied, but he was a little dissatisfied when he looked at Dong Dong who was still sleeping.

It's been five years, and those days of silk have turned into flying catkins and died, but she hasn't woken up yet.

Jing Jiu sat down beside her, put the peach blossom beside her, stretched out his hand to hold her wrist, closed his eyes and began to feel the situation in her body.

After half an hour, he left the quiet room and went to meet the nunnery master under the leadership of Zhen Tao.

Walking through the rain corridor and passing the gray wall, he saw the small sedan chair with green curtains, and reconfirmed his judgment that the junior sister should have left many years ago.

"How is your sister doing?"

The master of Shuiyuean's state is quite high, but the years of practice are not enough, and he has not yet reached the real wonderful state.

Her delicate eyebrows and eyes are still girlish, and she has more time to come, so naturally she is not too worried, she is somewhat similar to Zhen Tao.

"It should be fine, but there are some very strange changes." Jing Jiu said.

Guo Dong woke up much later than he estimated, but what she practiced was a unique skill in the world, and he didn't know what kind of impact this change would have.

The Master of Shuiyue Temple said: "I'm a little worried... because the flowers and plants by the lake are growing faster and faster."

This is the phenomenon of the concentration of spiritual energy in the world. Logically speaking, it is a good thing for the sleeping winter, but Jing Jiu understands what she is worried about.

Time is relative.

The head of Shuiyue Nunnery suddenly said: "The Grand Monarch of Xuanling Sect is dead."

Jing Jiu didn't expect to hear the news here, so he was silent for a while and said, "Jing Shu should be mentally prepared."

There are still not many people who have guessed his true identity, but Shuigetsuan is special.

Don't talk about the winter, and don't talk about it, but it doesn't mean they still can't think of it.

The Master of Shuiyue Temple said: "Life and death cannot be prepared."

Because there is only one time, any preparation is just an expectation, it can never be said to be complete, just like eternal life cannot be proved.

Jing Jiu said, "So try not to prepare as much as possible."

The Master of Shuiyuean looked into his eyes and said: "Everything will end, even if you ascend, there must be an end."

Jing Jiu said, "In terms of cause and effect, it's true."

The master of Shuiyue Temple said: "Who can jump out of cause and effect?"

Jing Jiu said: "Even if it will end, it should be as late as possible. If there is a length, it should be as rich as possible."

The Master of Shuiyue Temple said: "She paid so much to catch up with you, does it make sense?"

Jing Jiu said, "You are wrong, she has her own way."

In a sense, he was just a landscape on her path.

The master of Shuiyue Temple didn't continue this topic, made a cup of peach blossom tea with his own hands, pushed it in front of Jing Jiu, and said, "I haven't congratulated you for being the head of Qingshan yet."

Jing Jiu thought about what Gu Qing said, the gift from Shuiyue Temple was the thickest, took a sip of the cup of peach blossom tea, and got up to say goodbye.

The Master of Shuiyue Temple looked at him and said, "Peach blossom tea doesn't help peach blossoms, but it can purify the heart."

Jing Jiu didn't speak.

"I'm not a brother of Guocheng Temple, I can connect two minds, but the connection between heaven and human can also help me see some things clearly, such as your killing intent."

The Master of Shuiyue Temple asked, "Who do you want to kill?"

Jing Jiu said, "Jing Xin."

The Master of Shuiyue Nunnery did not expect to hear this answer, and sighed: "Tiger poison does not eat children, you are still so ruthless."

Jing Jiu said, "If she was still awake, Jing Xin would have died long ago."

The master of Shuiyue Temple was silent for a while, and said: "I can pretend that I didn't see what happened in Tongtianjing earlier."

All major sects are responsible for guarding the passage to suppress the underworld. As the largest passage in Chaotian Continent, Tongtianjing is jointly responsible by Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue Temple, and Shuiyue Temple is the closest. The cliffside of Tongtianjing is full of runes and formations. How could a monster as big as Guicha and a person as eye-catching as Tongyan not disturb Shuiyuean.

Jing Jiu calculated that this matter could not be hidden from Shuiyuean, but he did not expect that the other party would use this matter to make a deal.

"Why?"

"This is His Majesty's request."

"good."

"As for the matter in autumn, we naturally support Qingshan, don't worry."

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The division of forces in the cultivation world of Chaotian Continent is very simple.

Those in the north belong to the north, and those in the south belong to the south. It is basically impossible to persuade those sects to change their camp.

The old lady of Xuanling Sect once wanted to try it out, but in the end he failed in a mess, and now he is dead.

In addition to these northern and southern sects, other world sects such as Guocheng Temple, Shuiyue Temple, Dongyidao, and Baotong Temple have always been neutral, and now Yi Mao Zhai seems to be joining this rank.

Having killed Xuanyin Sect, sent Tong Yan away, and confirmed Shuiyue Temple's attitude, the next thing Jing Jiu has to do is to take care of Guocheng Temple.

Looking at it this way, it is not too difficult to be the head of Qingshan.

The Qingshan sword boat broke through the morning sun and landed on Moqiu together with the morning light.

On both sides of Moqiu's straight road leading to Guocheng Temple, as usual every day, carriages were parked and simple huts were set up in the fields.

Those patients and their family members who came to seek medical treatment, looked at the huge sword boat, thought it was a miracle, and knelt down on the ground to worship.

In addition to being shocked, people have a lot of confidence in the eminent monks of Guocheng Temple to cure their illnesses.

The main gate of Guocheng Temple was wide open, and more than a hundred monks stood on the square in front of the temple without making a sound.

Zenzi stood at the front, and the masters of the lecture hall and the elders of the various halls stood quietly behind. This formation was really extremely large.

The current Jing Jiu is already the head of Qingshan, and he is completely different from the Qingshan disciple who came to listen to the scriptures back then.

The monks of Guocheng Temple clasped their hands together and bowed to Jing Jiu.

Zhao Layue, Gu Qing and Zhuo Rusui saluted Zen Zi.

Jing Jiu didn't move.

Zenzi didn't move either.

The wind blows the monk's robe.

Bai Yi is also moving.

There was silence in front of Guocheng Temple.

The morning light is getting stronger.

When it comes to status in Chaotian Continent, the head of Qingshan is slightly higher than Zenzi of Guocheng Temple, but when it comes to seniority and seniority, Zenzi is much higher, at least on the surface.

Who should salute whom first, this is really a somewhat troublesome question.

The monks in Guocheng Temple felt very strange, thinking that Chanzi is usually the most kind and casual, why is he so serious today?

Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing also felt very weird, thinking that the head of the sect is usually the most casual and lazy, why is he so serious today?

Until the end, Jing Jiu and Chan Zi didn't salute each other, but Chan Zi just said please in a light manner as a master.

Others can't notice anything, but Zhao Layue knows the inside story, thinking what are these two going to do?

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The Jingyuan Garden had already been destroyed back then, and the imperial court raised funds to rebuild it afterwards, and Guocheng Temple also renovated the severely damaged Hou Temple by the way.

The medical monks in the monastery often reduced or exempted the patient's medicine money, but they were extremely generous when using the money from the imperial court.

The stone tower is still in its original position, and the ground under the tower has grown moss again.

The traces of time are clearer to practitioners.

Jing Jiu and Zen Zi sat facing each other in the Zen room deep in the Jingyuan.

"It is said that you are the son of my old friend..."

Zenzi stared into his eyes and said, "Call uncle to come and listen."

Naturally, Jing Jiu wouldn't call out, he still hasn't forgotten that "little friend" to this day.

Everything is now clear.

Zenzi turned to look at the stone pagoda outside the window, and was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, an auspicious cloud appeared in midair, and a huge lotus throne was looming in between.

The Zen son disappeared from the tranquil garden, came to the lotus throne, sat on the cloud facing east, and watched the sea.

Under the shining of the rising sun, the sea changes endless colors.

Half an hour later, Zenzi returned to Guocheng Temple, looked at Jing Jiu's face, was silent for a long time again, and then said a word.

"It's a good face you picked."