The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu reached out and invited the old monk to sit down.

The old monk explained a few words softly.

It turned out that Guocheng Temple had heard about this, and was worried that the practitioners would fight for the treasure, and the casualties would be too bad.

Jing Jiu feels very normal, because Guocheng Temple is this style.

If you are new to it, you may feel that these medical monks are too pedantic, well-known, or even hypocritical.

But if Guocheng Temple has been affectionate for thousands of years, then it will inevitably be respected by the entire world, even the Underworld.

"How about you?" The old monk asked.

Jing Jiu said: "Just look at it, Dongfu is not real, just prank."

The monk understood that this kind of thing often happened in the past.

Some former seniors were able to make some fake Dongfu jokes with the younger generations before they ascended or disappeared.

The old monk puzzled and said: "But ... Jingyang is not such a temperament."

But ... the other real person likes it.

Jing Jiu thought.

The mountain breeze was sudden and the fire in the temple was blown.

More than a dozen monks have got up and plundered outside the temple, looking towards somewhere in the mountain.

Under the night dome, there was a faint light flashing like water, and a wind rose from there.

"Dongfu is about to open!"

"One step ahead!"

There were still several practitioners who couldn't help but rushed into the twenty-mile area before the opening of the Dong Mansion.

As several sword lights illuminated the night sky, more practitioners appeared in the surrounding mountains.

Jing Jiu swept with the wind and fell on top of a big tree, looking into the distance, silent.

That man was in the mountain cliff more than twenty miles away that year.

"If those greedy idiots find that there is no baby in Dongfu, only a piece of blank paper, will they be mad?"

After saying this sentence, the man laughed happily, the laughter echoed between the peaks.

Countless years later, the laughter seemed to be echoing here.

Jing Jiu's eyes suddenly became sharp, like a real sword.

He fell from the treetops, quietly falling like leaves, and then dived into the night.

It didn't take long for him to appear on the cliff over twenty miles away.

He believed that he didn't make any sound, even the disturbance to the wind was very little, if there was someone here just now, he should not be disturbed by himself.

He started from scratch, he didn't believe that the other party could be higher than his realm.

He was a little disappointed.

No one on the cliff.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the valley below the cliff has become lively.

Dozens of practitioners gathered here, and the voice of disputes grew louder.The Dong Mansion has not yet been fully opened. These practitioners of the Buddhism and the small sect have been unable to hold back, and began to discuss how to divide the treasure later, but they have never come up with a plan that everyone is satisfied with.

The young monks in Guocheng Temple felt that the atmosphere between the venues was getting more and more tense. They were worried and wanted to persuade a few words, but they were very anxious because they could not speak because of the closed mouth Zen.The old monk saw similar pictures and knew that they could not be dissuaded, so he closed his eyes and began to recuperate.

Later, these practitioners will surely fight each other. It is okay to die directly. Those severe wounds with broken hands and broken belly will take a lot of energy to heal.

Suddenly, the old monk opened his eyes and looked up at the night sky, sensing the familiar breath. He was relieved to think that there should be nothing tonight.

The quarrel in the valley gradually subsided, and more and more practitioners sensed the breath from the distance of the night sky and looked up in shock.

An auspicious cloud floated from the southeast, and there was an extremely large lotus throne looming, exuding a quiet meditation.

"Zenzi Golden Body!"

The practitioners exclaimed again and again, quickly sorted out their clothes and saluted the sky.

It ’s all junior gifts.

Guocheng Temple Zen is 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 young monk should come over and see.

Only the little monk knows this story in the world.

A voice rang from the depths of Xiangyun, fell with the wind, and fell in everyone's ears.

"This is a joke between Taiping and Jingyang. There are no real treasures. Let's go."

Chanzi's voice is very soft, just like honeydew, he can't hear the age geometry, there is a kind of unreal feeling.

The practitioners on the ground scattered toward the mountains.

Everyone is so obedient because of Zen prestige.

The monks in Guocheng Temple never lie.

And everyone knows that Jingyang real people have no friends, only Zen Zi once asked about it for a hundred days at the end of the god's peak, which is considered close, and his words are naturally credible.

The two young and old monks stood up and saluted the piece of auspicious cloud.

Zenko's voice disappeared for a while, and it sounded again.

"Master nephew, Mo Xiangbei."

The old monk looked slightly different and bowed his head.

...

...

Jing Jiu didn't look at the auspicious clouds in the night sky, and looked somewhere under the cliff.

There was an old man in black, who seemed ordinary, and performed a junior ceremony with the practitioners around him.

Qingshan Jiufeng, everyone has a ghost in his heart.

Jing Jiu didn't expect to see the biggest ghost tonight, but the most impossible ghost.

Lord Xilai actually came in person.

If it wasn't for Zen Zi's appearance, the other party reacted a little, but he didn't find it.

Why did Lord Xilai come?Because he was also involved in that thing seven years ago, ca n’t rest assured if he does n’t come to confirm it with his own eyes?

At the next moment, Jing Jiuxin was alert and wanted to take back his sight, but it was too late.

Lord Xi Laifeng looked up at him, his expression was indifferent, as if he did not find his identity.

Jing Jiu knew that the opponent's sword knowledge had already fallen on him, and he could not erase it unless he could draw enough distance.

If he leaves like this, the opponent can find himself with the sword at any time later, and then kill it with a sword.

Jing Jiu turned around without hesitation and walked along the slope of the cliff to the bottom of the auspicious cloud.

The stars are bright tonight, and the shadow of Xiangyun is clear.

Xiangyun drifted toward the north, and he just floated in the shadow of the mountains and rivers, still without the sword.

I do n’t know if Xiangyun is too slow or he is too fast. In short, the two sides are always together.

Lord Xilai didn't know when he came to the cliff, looked at it quietly, and finally did nothing, turned into a sword and returned to Qingshan.

Jing Jiu traveled hundreds of miles with Yun and went out of Nanhe Prefecture.

Xiangyun suddenly became faster, turning into a stream of light towards the Chaoge City in the far north, leaving only Zen's voice echoing between heaven and earth.

"Little friend, just send it here, and see you again."

Jing Jiu knew that there were still many people on Xiangyun, and did not want to meet each other in the past.

The child who once spoke freely is now high, and he even needs to ask the other's asylum.

Switching to someone else in his current situation would have been a bit gloomy, at least a bit uncomfortable.

He was okay, but at the end of hearing this, he couldn't help but complain.

Little ... friend?