There seemed to be a shadow in Fang Xiaomei's heart that she couldn't get rid of. She urgently wanted to find Bai Qianzhang and ask him about it!
The person who killed the God Race in the Chaotic Ocean and the person who sang mournfully in front of the Five Ancestral Tombs were completely unrelated people. However, Fang Xiaomei inexplicably linked them together. She had thought about it before and felt that it was impossible for anyone to be that fast. It was already rare for her to use the Soaring Serpent to travel at such a fast speed. She didn't make many delays along the way, so how could there be someone ahead of her?
However, she couldn't get rid of the thought in her heart. She was in a rush to meet Bai Qianzhang!
Moreover, she had seen Bai Qianzhang before. He had treated her with great kindness, so it was necessary to pay him a visit and greet him!
The Spiritual Mountain Temple was located in the Northern Divine Mountain. When the God Race descended, many heroic ancestors appeared in the temple. Even the Head of the Spiritual Mountain Temple, Great Master Spirit Butcher, died under the God Race's Tribulation Immortal Cloud. However, as Tian Yuan's strength gradually grew and they began to gain the upper hand in the war against the God Race, the monks of the Spiritual Mountain Temple began to live in seclusion. They no longer longed for any power in the world. This caused the Spiritual Mountain Temple to become a tranquil place that was respected!
Fang Xiaomei spent a day traveling and arrived in front of the temple when the sun rose on the second day. She couldn't casually barge in like she did in the Great Snow Mountain, so she landed in the mountain and walked up the moss-covered steps. When she arrived in front of the simple mountain gate, she tidied up her clothes and reported to the young novice monk that Fang Xing's wife, Fang Xiaomei, was here to pay her respects to the Head of the Sect, Master Jiu Rou!
"The Head of the Sect has gone to the mortal world and has not returned yet!"
The young novice monk politely replied that Master Jiu Rou was not in the mountain.
Fang Xiaomei furrowed her brows and bluntly asked, "Then may I ask if Grandpa Bai Qianzhang is in the temple?"
The young novice monk was honest. He answered with pressed palms, "Uncle-Master Bai has been cultivating in seclusion in the temple for 28 years!"
Fang Xiaomei was overjoyed and said, "Then bring me in, I want to pay my respects to Master Bai!"
The young novice monk went back to the temple first. After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, he came back and said, "Martial Uncle Bai has important matters to attend to, so it's not convenient for him to see you. He only said that he knows why you are here, so he asked you to return to Bohai Kingdom first. When the time comes, someone will come to solve the problem!"
"Grandpa Bai already knows?"
Fang Xiaomei was shocked and frowned. Could it be that Grandpa Bai had the ability to predict the future?
Even she had only just found out that Grandpa Bai was living in seclusion in Lingshan Temple, so it was impossible for anyone to send him a message. Furthermore, she had rushed over immediately after she found out. In the Great Snow Mountain, no one could catch up to her, so how did he know?
Her heart slightly moved, she raised her head to look at the low walls of Lingshan Temple. She wanted to jump over and take a look, but in the end, she hesitated. After standing there quietly for a long time, she let out a soft sigh and finally gave up on this bold idea. She obediently kowtowed outside the temple, and with a slight smile on her face, she rode the Soaring Serpent far away!
In this Lingshan Temple, there were green mountains, clear waters, and ancient temples. It was quiet and peaceful. On a hillside facing the sun, under an ancient pine tree, there was a stone chessboard. On the left side of the chessboard, Bai Qianzhang, who had just said that he had important matters to attend to, was calmly playing chess with someone else. Opposite him was a rough looking black-haired old man, who was frowning and thinking hard. Bai Qianzhang's chess skills were obviously much better than his opponent's. Every time he lightly placed a chess piece, the black-haired old man would frown and think for a long time. Even now, he was gradually falling into a disadvantageous position!
After losing another game, he had already lost three times in a row. Immediately, he became somewhat annoyed. He let out a long sigh and shouted towards a monk's house at the foot of the slope, "Where's the wine? Little monk, bring some wine up here. I will drink to my heart's content. I must win this game!"
Bai Qianzhang smiled without saying a word. Obviously, he did not think that the black-haired old man could win against him.
At the foot of the mountain, before the little monk could bring the wine up, a figure appeared behind the ancient pine tree. It was a young man with black hair that reached his shoulders. He silently placed a green-skinned gourd on the chessboard. The black-haired old man did not suspect anything. He picked up the gourd and poured it into his mouth. After drinking a few mouthfuls, he let out a long sigh and said with a smile, "This wine is not bad. I will definitely win against you!"
As he spoke, he set up his formation and continued to place his chess pieces. It was a fierce battle!
The black-haired man did not leave. He still stood at the side and watched the battle quietly.
However, rather than saying that he was watching the battle, it would be better to say that he was watching the two people playing chess. After watching for a long time, his calm face could no longer hide the excitement. Even his eyes were slightly red. He was clearly standing there, but the white-haired, young-looking Bai Qianzhang and the black-haired old man did not seem to see him. They continued to play chess. It was as if there was an invisible agreement between them. None of them spoke. They just did their own things as if they had a tacit understanding …
The two of them played chess while the man was responsible for pouring wine and adding tea. The three of them did not speak, nor did they look at each other!
It wasn't until the black-haired old man won the game that he laughed out loud. He wiped his face and turned to look at the man who was pouring tea at the side. He laughed and said, "Little bastard, don't you think it's strange? Every time you appear, I can always beat him …"
The man poured a cup of tea. Then, he suddenly flew into a rage and kicked away the chessboard in front of him. Fortunately, Bai Qianzhang reacted quickly and grabbed the cup of tea. Then, he slightly turned around and cursed the black-robed man with his hands on his waist, "You undying old bastard, why are you still standing here drinking and playing chess? Didn't I kill you with an arrow? How did you survive? Why didn't you tell me? "
As he cursed, he became angrier and angrier, including Bai Qianzhang. "You are not a good person either. When I left Tian Yuan, I also thought you were dead. In the end, both of you are alive and well, but you refused to tell me. You made me worry for nothing …"
The two of them sighed and looked at the angry man emotionally, but they were smiling!
After a long time, when the black-robed man was a little tired from cursing, the black-haired old man said, "When I successfully rebuilt my body, you had already left Tian Yuan. How could I tell you? But don't be in a hurry to curse. You said that both of us lied to you. Then tell us, where have you been hiding for the past three hundred years? Tell us, how did you survive? "
"Why should I tell you?"
The black-haired man sat on a tree stump and said angrily, "I'm still angry!"
"No matter what, it's good to be alive …"
Another voice sounded in the distance. A monk with a resolute face slowly walked over with a smile. It was the Head of Spirit Mountain Temple, Monk Jiu Rou. Beside him was a white-bearded old man. When Iron Like Madness saw this person, he stood up and called out, "Martial Uncle." Monk Jiu Rou and the white-bearded old man looked at the black-haired man from afar and gently smiled, "You have disappeared for three hundred years because of that question. Now that you have finally appeared, do you have an answer?"
The black-haired man turned to look at Monk Jiu Rou and also smiled, "You also care about the answer?"
Monk Jiu Rou sighed and said, "The Philosophers Dao Field has only defeated the Divine Union, deterred the Minor Immortal Realms, and gained the upper hand against the Immortal Sovereigns and Immortal Marshals of the three Imperial Palaces. Even the three Immortal Emperors haven't come out of seclusion, but the internal divisions have already appeared. I'm afraid the Bohai Nation's chaos was also affected by the Philosophers Dao Field's dispute. Alas, our Spirit Mountain Temple was aware of that dispute and didn't want to get involved, so we withdrew in time. But who can really ignore this problem?"
The black-robed man lowered his eyes and said, "Even with the wisdom of your Spirit Mountain Temple, you can't think of a solution?"
Monk Jiu Rou said, "The calamity lies in the hearts of people. We are outsiders, so we can't think of a solution!"
"This is indeed not an easy problem to solve …"
The black-robed man sighed and said, "I have been thinking about it for three hundred years!"
Everyone looked at him and asked, "Then have you thought of an answer?"
The black-robed man said, "I am still alive!"
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