Chapter 714 Stopping Has Nothing to Do with the Scriptures, It's Just Tired

As long as the time is up, the sword will naturally be sharp enough, the yellow leaves will naturally fill the sky, and a young man without a master can become a generation of strong men.

Just like no matter how long and tiring a journey is, it must come to an end.

The cloud boat sent by Zhongzhou returned to Yunmeng Mountain.

The clouds and mist outside the mountain produced countless waves, which then shattered like a dream.

When these cloud boats went to Qingshan yesterday, not to mention their arrogance, they also carried the momentum of victory in silence.

When I came back, it was so silent, dead still, I couldn't hear any sound.

The White Blade Immortal returned to the world, but died in the hands of the Snow Queen!

What made them even more terrified was that the real master actually joined forces with the Qingshan sect to kill real Bai!

Thinking of this, hundreds of eyes subconsciously fell on the cloud boat in front, but they didn't see that tall figure.

At some point, Tan Zhenren had already left Yunchuan ahead of schedule and returned to Yunmeng Mountain.

He first went to the back mountain, met with a few elders who were hidden from the world, and said something, and then stepped on the clouds and went down to the deepest part of the Yunmeng formation.

Yesterday in Qingshan, he was severely injured by the prohibition on the Shifang Fuyao Tower. For some reason, after returning to Yunmeng, he was not in a hurry to heal his injuries, but had to do these things.

The clouds and mist drifted away slowly, revealing the gigantic and terrifying figure of Qilin.

Tan Zhenren looked at Qilin quietly, his eyes were gentle and indifferent, and the wrinkles on his broad forehead had long since disappeared.

His eyes were strange, as if he was looking at another place, or even another time.

Of course, it was impossible for him to look at Qilin, but that person.

—or that group of clouds that never dissipated.

They used to be senior brothers and sisters, and later became Taoist companions. They have been together for hundreds of years, but they never really knew each other. What they had was just a conspiracy hidden in the deepest part.

Master Bai's thoughts were hidden deeper than his, and he started earlier, so he was not wronged, and if he hadn't been persuaded by Master Jingyang, how could he have been counted by her?

Now that I think about it, the cloud and mist Taoism can be broken by the Shifang Fuyao Pagoda, and it should be that she let Qilin deliberately leak it more than three hundred years ago, right?

"How is Yuanmei now?" Tan Zhenzhen asked.

Qilin said: "Why do you need to pretend to be concerned at this time? I don't care about your family affairs. I just want to ask why you gave Jingyun Bell to Jingyang?"

Tan Zhenzhen said: "I didn't give it to him, but to Tong Yan."

Qilin was a little surprised, and said, "You actually want to pass the master to that traitor?"

Tan Zhenren said: "Zao'er is still sleeping in Dayuan City. I don't know when I will wake up, and I don't know if I will wake up. Who else can I pass on to besides Tong Yan?"

This was part of the agreement between him and Jing Jiu.

It's just that Tong Yan still doesn't know that Jing Jiu sold him back to Zhongzhou from the Qingshan sect.

Qilin's eyes sparkled, and he said, "That traitor dared to give Jing Yunzhong to Jingyang, do you think I will agree with him to come back? Will he be the head?"

Tan Zhenzhen said: "I am the head of the Zhongzhou faction, what you say doesn't count."

Qilin laughed wildly and said, "Then have you ever thought that now that Jing Yunzhong is at Jingyang's place and you are seriously injured again, I can swallow you in one bite?"

Tan Zhenren said, "What do you think this is?"

Just as he finished speaking, an ancient clock appeared in his palm.

It was Jing Yunzhong.

Qilin's eyes changed suddenly, and he let out a long and shrill cry.

Not out of fear, but out of anger.

How many times does the same picture appear?

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When using endless immortal energy to cast the heaven and earth escape method, what speed will it have?

The warm radiance sprinkled by the spring day, hidden in it is the ethereal and distant breath fluctuation, which can be hundreds of miles away in an instant.

But it is still not as fast as that sword light, even if the trace of the sword light flight has become a little skewed, it is not as straight and straight as it was at the beginning.

Guocheng Temple is very close to the East China Sea.

When Tong Yan answered the first question of Shuiyue Temple Master, Bai Zhenren came to the temple following the sunlight, turned into mist in the pine forest, and then appeared in front of a Zen room.

This meditation room is called Baishan, and it is the place where Master Taiping and Patriarch Xuanyin listened to scriptures.

Daoist Taiping died yesterday, Patriarch Xuanyin died, and the head of the lecture hall of Guocheng Temple died, but she is still alive.

Master Bai walked into the meditation room and looked at the Buddha statue quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The bells are melodious, echoing in the temple, and the sound of scriptures makes the spring a little more organized.

A few years ago, the old abbot of Guocheng Temple passed away, and Zen Zi was far away in the snow field. No monk in the temple could sense her coming.

Those bells and scriptures can cover her breath and let her rest for a while.

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There is a vegetable garden outside Guocheng Temple.

There are abandoned houses in the vegetable garden.

There is only half of the kimchi jar left in the house.

The sword light flashed past and went up the cliff.

A small round hole was left on the yellow wall of the temple.

There was a breeze in the back kitchen.

Several cracks appeared on the stone beast on a main hall.

The stone pagoda in the quiet garden was illuminated by the sword light.

Jing Jiu showed his figure, stretched out his hand to touch the stone pagoda, and looked outside at the numerous palaces.

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The bell soon stopped.

The scriptures lasted for a long time.

I don't know if it's the chance that Zen said, or because I was touched by the great changes in the world yesterday, the monks recited the "Three Thousand Great Vows Sutra" in the morning class.

This scripture talks about getting rid of the suffering in this world and going to the three thousand wonderful worlds. The last sentence is: the supreme subtle law, hundreds of thousands of escapes from the meaning of kalpa.

When the scripture was blowing away with the wind, Jing Jiu and Master Bai met again.

There is a piece of stone flat outside the Baishan Temple, and beyond the stone flat is the pagoda forest of Guocheng Temple, where eminent monks and great virtues of the past dynasties are buried.

The old abbot who passed away a few years ago is in the new tower at the front.

If Daoist Taiping stayed here as the abbot, he would probably have his own stone pagoda.

Jing Jiu flicked his finger, and an ancient clock in a certain temple in the distance was rang.

The bell rang again alarmed the monks in Guocheng Temple.

Several rays of light floated up from the temple towers, and gradually gathered together, like cassocks moving in the wind, it was the formation of the mountain gate.

Master Bai uses the heaven and earth escape method, and it is difficult to leave.

She didn't intend to leave either, with her hands behind her back, her face up and her eyes closed, she seemed to think the bell sounded nice.

Hundreds of monks rushed over and surrounded Tallinn.

Jing Jiu waved his hand.

Those monks knew what he meant, and retreated outside with some anxiety.

For some unknown reason, he didn't directly transform into that sword light, chopping Daoist Bai, who was more than ten feet away, into pieces.

Master Bai didn't make a move either.

The two stood quietly in Tallinn.

A breeze came over with the unique faint fragrance of pine trees, affecting the white clothes and skirts.

Crackling, crackling, countless slight crisp sounds, resounding from the depths of Jing Jiu and Bai Zhenren's bodies.

Numerous cracks appeared on the surface of the stone pagoda, all the weeds on the ground became fragments, and the paint surface of the Buddha statue in the quiet room of Baishan peeled off a lot in a very short period of time.

Even the Great Formation of the Mountain Gate in the sky had a very strong reaction, the cassock made of clear air was torn several times, and the sunlight fell like this, turning those stone pagodas into statues on the chessboard.

Feeling the terrifying aura wafting in the temple, the monks of Guocheng Temple had expressions of compassion on their faces, and kept chanting the Buddha's name.

Those auras were neither sword intent nor Daoist profound arts, they had a clear sense of damage, and they were the injuries of Jing Jiu and Master Bai.

Master Bai opened his eyes and said, "How long can you run amok?"

Jing Jiu said, "I don't know."

Back then when they were in Xihai, Jing Jiu and Nan Chi used their spiritual consciousness to have many conversations in a very short period of time. He and Xue Ji had also communicated like this before.

Today he and Master Bai are really talking.

There is no deep meaning, just because they are very tired at this time.

After a day and a night, they were exhausted to the extreme, and their injuries were already serious.

The wound of Bai Zhenren kept flowing with golden light, if it wasn't for the immortal talisman to protect Dao Xin, she would have died by the East China Sea.

There was nothing unusual about Jing Jiu, but how could he feel better when he was hit by a fairy talisman in the Tianshoushan Mausoleum?

Master Bai looked at him and said, "It's because of the Qingshan sect or the Jing family. Your influence on Guocheng Temple is greater than I imagined."

Jing Jiu said, "So you shouldn't choose this place."

Master Bai said: "I heard that Liu Shisui lived here for many years, your senior brother was the abbot here for many years, and your own elder brother is buried here."

Jing Jiu said, "Not bad."

Master Bai said: "When you come here, do you remember a lot of past events? Have you ever thought that only people who are about to die will do this?"

Jing Jiu said, "Where does your confidence come from?"

Master Bai looked at Chunri in the sky, and suddenly asked, "What do you think is that?"

Jing Jiu went to Qingtian Jianli when he asked about the meeting.

He was accompanied by many young geniuses, Bi He Zhan, Bi He Zhan's friend who was surnamed Jiang and a casual cultivator.

By the canal in that poor village in the country of Zhao, the two children once pointed to the sun in the sky and asked similar questions.

The sun in the Qingtian Jian is not a real sun, but a return dzi.

So even children know that the world they live in is fake.

Why did Master Bai suddenly raise this question?

What answer does she want to hear?