The Path Toward Heaven

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

The young monk looked a lot more stable than before, but still had a temper. He said unpleasantly, "What do you mean?"

When those practitioners discussed before, they only said who might be the leader of Qingshan, and would not say their own ideas.

This is not something that everyone is qualified to express their opinions 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 second monk.

The young monk was surprised to see him, and said happily: "Jing Jiuxian, you are the original one! Why are you here? We met again."

Jing Jiu said, "Do you not practice closed mouth meditation?"

The young monk felt 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 on the north side. When I came back, I heard the disciples say ..."

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

The young monk hurriedly explained that his master had internal injuries on the snowfield and it was difficult to heal.

Jing Jiu looked over and found that the meridian of the old monk was invaded by the cold, and some withered. There is really no good way, and he can only keep it for a while.

The young monk was talking about the wind chill of Baicheng, the ugliness of the snow country monster, the mystery of the sword saint ... Suddenly he raised his hand and covered his mouth.

Jing Jiuxin thought that today no old monk asked you to shut up?

The young monk covered his mouth with his hand, and made two unwilling words, insisting not 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 this was because Liu Ci let go of the real people of Taiping. Of course, the temperament of Zen Zi would not stop there.

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

The young monk was right in his mind. The relationship between the temple and Qingshan was ordinary, but he was intimate with the family of Shenmofeng. He quickly put down his hand and said, "What do you mean by that question, Master Xian?"

Jing Jiu said: "Being in this mountain, I don't know what he really is. It's good to listen to other factions."

The young monk didn't even think about why his young disciple should care about the candidate. He shook his head and said directly: "I haven't seen any of those big men, I don't know any of them. Where can I know who is more suitable to be the leader of Qingshan.

Jing Jiuxin wants to know who knows what he knows, but who can say who he really knows except himself?

The young monk asked curiously: "Who do you support? Real person Guangyuan or Lord Fang Jingtian?"

Jing Jiu said: "Neither knows nor supports naturally."

The young monk couldn't understand his words and touched his head a little embarrassedly.

Somehow, Jing Jiu has always liked this monk and smiled and asked him about his current situation.

This level of chatter is already a very rare thing for him.

The young monk came to the spirit and talked about the things he traveled with the master in the world, healing and saving people over the years. Whether it is the local customs and the strange illness, they are all said one by one. It can really be said that it has nothing to say. .

Where is the current situation, this is a memoir.

Jing Jiu listened to the heroes, those who rescued and helped the poor, no trouble, no praise, no mocking, no answer, only occasionally ah.

But it was obvious that he listened very seriously.

The old monk smiled at the scene.

The attitude shown by Jing Jiu is the realm that Guocheng Temple monks like and pursue the most.

Chenguang finally fell between the peaks and the bonfire had become gray, so he had to continue his journey. The young monk asked: "Jing Jiuxian, are you going to Xuanlingzong too?"

Jing Jiu said, "Well, but I don't want to identify myself."

The young monk looked at his face with anxiety and said, "This is extremely difficult ... Even if it is covered with a hat, it does not indicate its identity, and the Xuanlingzong will not let in?"

Jing Jiu said: "If there is a market in front, I want to buy two hats."

The young monk didn't understand it, but the old monk did. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Alright."

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There is a lake between the mountains of Dongling, and a canyon in the east. The morning light comes every day, so it is called dawn.

Liming Lake is not as peculiar as Qingshan Bihu, nor the vast water surface of Daze, it is more beautiful than the lake.

The mountain breeze brushed the willow branches, tapped the water, and produced numerous ripples.

Many willows are tied with bells, making a clear sound, and mixing together is not disturbing, but it is peaceful.

The most famous of Xuanlingzong is Qingxinling.

Qingxinling can help practitioners to meditate on evil spirits, whether they are meditation or wandering, they are very important magic instruments.The functions of Qingxin Bells of different grades are very different, so each sect party attaches great importance to Xuanlingzong.In addition, because of the Qingshan Sect, the entire spiritual practice has been silent for two years, and the Qingxin Conference is the first major event.There are many denominations that have come to participate, except for the Zhongzhou faction of Fengshan, Wuenmen, and the destroyed Xihai sword faction, almost all of them are here.

In addition to providing various grades of Qingxinling appreciation as usual, this Qingxin conference also celebrates the birthday of the old lady.

Interestingly, no one knows how old she has lived except the old lady.

The practice circle only knew that when she first appeared in the practice circle, Mei Hui had not yet opened.

Whether it is the Qingxinling tasting or the birthday of the old lady, it is a matter of celebration, but there is no atmosphere of celebration by the dawn lake, and it is even a bit depressed.

Practitioners of all denominations understand the reason and restrain their disciples. They should not walk casually before the conference, even if they are visiting the lake.

——As the old lady became older, she became more and more uneasy about the future of Xuanling Sect, worrying that the current patriarch, that is, her daughter-in-law, Chen, would remarry after his death and give Xuanling Sect arch to the foreigners .Many years ago, she proposed that Chen should marry a nephew of her husband's family, but he refused without hesitation. After that day, the internal undercurrent of Xuanlingzong became a contradiction in the bright place. Many methods were used. If it was not supported by Castle Peak, I was afraid that the Chen family would have been abandoned.

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

The disciples who were responsible for the reception were naturally well-informed. At first glance, they knew that the other party came from Guocheng Temple. They felt a little uncomfortable and could only welcome the other party.Guocheng Temple is highly admired by fellow practitioners. If people know that Xuan Lingzong has rejected the masters of Guocheng Temple, it will inevitably attract many criticisms.

The reason for the discomfort of the Xuan Ling Sect disciple is the same as the reason that the scattered repairer in the broken temple left early-the old lady will never invite the monks of Guocheng Temple to attend the Qingxin Conference Isn't it certain that something will happen to the Qingxin Assembly?

No one expected that things would happen so fast, or that the table was overturned so early.

At the welcoming banquet that evening, the gray-haired old lady of the German state stood under the help of a middle-aged man.

There is no Chen Sect Master, nor there is the figure of Young Master Sutherland Desser.

The middle-aged man had a deep state and a cold breath, but it was a bit strange in the eyes of practitioners of various denominations.

The old lady said indifferently: "Introduce all the Taoists, this is my husband's nephew, named Yuanquan."

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

Some people have already guessed that this is the old companion chosen by the old lady for Chen Sect Master.

After a moment of consternation, people finally understood the intention of the old lady and couldn't help but feel upset!

No matter how powerful the old prince's persecution against Chen Sect Master is, the practice circle always thinks that she is thinking of killing her mother.

Looking at this scene today, is she preparing to pass directly to this Deyuanquan?

What about Sect Master Chen and Dese?Was it imprisoned, or ... dead?

No one spoke, and there was silence.

Even if it is a tragic event, it is ultimately the family affairs of Xuanlingzong.

Obviously, the old lady has completely controlled the Xuanlingzong, and others can't control it and dare not.

At this time, as if there was some kind of tacit understanding, countless lines of sight left Deyuanquan and cast it somewhere in the hall.

That is the best place in the hall.

Qingshan Zonglai people sat there.

Headed by Elder Shi Yuefeng, why not admire it, accompanied by young disciples such as Lin Yingliang.

Why don't Mu Mu usually plant herbs in the peaks, refine immortals, and occasionally come forward to preside over the Cheng Jian Conference, which is not well-known in the practice circle.

Looking at their looks, everyone felt that this was a loyal and silent old man.

What opinion will the Qingshan Sect have?

"Sect Master Chen?"

There is no emotional change on He Bumu's face, but the problem is very direct.

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

He Bumu said: "Since this is the case, I'm going to visit."

The old lady Jun Muran said: "There is a difference between men and women, inconvenience."

This is very tough.

Why not admire, "What about the young patriarch?"

The old lady said, "Thurse wants to take care of her mother, so she has no time to go to visit."

He Mumu stood up and looked at the old lady and said: "You know, Shenmofeng has only three guests for many years, Tong Yan, Bai Zao and Young Sect Master."

The old lady said blankly: "Elder He has something to say."

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

The old lady still expressionless, said: "Young people like to play around, and knocking is normal, is it because of this, Zhao Layue will kill his old sword?"

Why didn't Mumu stay silent for a while, looked at the middle-aged man named De Yuanquan and said, "Do you ... want to die?"