Jing Jiu gestured for the old monk to sit down.
The old monk whispered a few words of explanation.
It turned out that the Guocheng Temple had heard of this matter and was worried that cultivators would fight over the treasures, resulting in too many casualties. So, they sent them over so that it would be convenient to treat them at any time.
Jing Jiu thought it was normal, because this was the style of the Guocheng Temple.
If one was new to them, they might think that these doctor monks were too pedantic, vain, and even pretentious.
But the Guocheng Temple had been pretentious for thousands of years, so it was bound to gain the respect of the entire world, including the Underworld.
"What about you?" the old monk asked.
Jing Jiu said, "I just wanted to take a look. It's not real. It's just a prank."
The old monk understood that this kind of thing had often happened in the past.
In the past, before some of the great cultivators ascended or disappeared, they liked to make some fake abodes to joke with the younger generation.
The old monk said in confusion, "But … the Immortal Jingyang is not like this."
But … the other Immortal liked it.
Jing Jiu thought.
The mountain wind suddenly picked up, and the bonfire in the temple was blown away.
A dozen cultivators stood up and rushed out of the temple, looking at a certain place in the mountains.
Under the night sky, there was a faint glow of treasures that flashed like water, and there was a wind blowing from the other side.
"The abode is about to open!"
"I'll go first!"
There were still a few cultivators who could not resist and rushed into the area twenty miles away from the abode before it opened.
As several sword lights illuminated the night sky, more cultivators appeared in the surrounding mountains.
Jing Jiu flew up with the wind and landed on the top of a tree. He looked into the distance in silence.
That was what that person had said in that cliff more than twenty li away.
"If those greedy idiots found out that there were no treasures in the abode, only a piece of white paper, would they die of anger?"
After saying this, that person laughed happily, and his laughter echoed among the peaks.
Countless years later, that laughter seemed to still be echoing here.
The expression in Jing Jiu's eyes suddenly became as sharp as a real sword.
He fell from the treetop, as silent as a falling leaf, and slipped into the night.
It didn't take long for him to appear on the cliff more than ten kilometers away.
He believed that he didn't make any sound. Even the disturbance to the wind was minimal. If there was someone here just now, they shouldn't have been alarmed by him.
Both of them had to start from scratch. He didn't believe that the other party's realm was any higher than his.
He was somewhat disappointed.
There was no one on the cliff.
After an unknown period of time, the valley at the bottom of the cliff became lively.
Dozens of cultivators gathered here, and the sounds of argument grew louder and louder. The cave residence had not been completely opened, but these rogue cultivators and cultivators from small sects could not wait any longer. They began to discuss how to divide the treasures later, but they could not come up with a plan that everyone was satisfied with.
The young monk of the Guocheng Temple sensed that the atmosphere was getting tenser and tenser. He was a little worried and wanted to say a few words, but he couldn't because of the silent meditation. He was very anxious. The old monk had seen many similar scenes and knew that it was impossible to dissuade these people. He closed his eyes and began to rest.
Later, these cultivators would definitely start killing each other. It would be fine if they died directly, but it would take a lot of effort to heal those with broken arms and torn abdomens.
The old monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the night sky. He sensed the familiar aura and thought with relief that nothing would happen tonight.
The arguing in the valley gradually quieted down. More and more cultivators sensed the aura coming from the night sky and looked up in shock.
An auspicious cloud floated over from the southeast. In it, there was an extremely large lotus throne vaguely visible, emitting a peaceful Zen aura.
"Zen Master's Golden Body!"
The cultivators exclaimed. They quickly tidied up their clothes and bowed to the sky.
They were all bowing to the juniors.
The Zen Master of the Guocheng Temple was one of the few people with the highest seniority in the cultivation world.
Jing Jiu looked at the night sky and revealed a smile. He thought that he should have known that the little monk would come to take a look.
The little monk was the only one in the world who knew about this story.
A voice came from the depths of the auspicious cloud and fell with the wind, falling into everyone's ears.
"This place is a joke made by Taiping Zhenren and Immortal Jingyang. There are no real treasures here. Everyone, please disperse."
Zen Master's voice was very clear and gentle, like sweet dew. It was hard to tell how old he was, but it felt unreal.
The cultivators on the ground all acknowledged and scattered around the mountain.
The reason they were so obedient was naturally because of Zen Master's prestige.
The monks of the Guocheng Temple would never lie.
Moreover, everyone knew that Immortal Jingyang had no friends. Only Zen Master had once sought Dao for a hundred days at the peak of Shenmo Peak. They could be considered close, so his words were naturally trustworthy.
The old and young monks stood up and bowed to the auspicious cloud.
Zen Master's voice disappeared for a while and then sounded again.
"Martial Nephew, Mo Xiangbei."
The old monk's expression changed slightly. He lowered his head and responded.
…
…
Jing Jiu did not look at the auspicious cloud in the night sky. Instead, he looked at a certain place below the cliff.
There was an old man dressed in black. He looked ordinary, but he bowed along with the cultivators around him.
In the nine peaks of Aoyama, there was a ghost in everyone's heart.
Jing Jiu did not expect to not see the biggest ghost, but the most unlikely one.
The master of Xilai Peak had actually come in person.
If not for the other's reaction when Zen Master appeared, he would not have noticed.
Why did the master of Xilai Peak come? Because he had also participated in that incident seven years ago. If he did not confirm it with his own eyes, he would not be at ease.
In the next moment, Jing Jiu was alarmed. He wanted to look away, but it was already too late.
The master of Xilai Peak raised his head and glanced at him. His expression was indifferent, as if he did not discover his identity.
Jing Jiu knew that the other's sword awareness had already landed on him. Unless he could create enough distance, he would not be able to erase it.
If he left like this, the other could use the sword awareness to find him at any time and kill him with one strike.
Jing Jiu turned and left without hesitation. He followed the slope of the cliff and came to the bottom of the auspicious cloud.
The stars were very bright tonight, and the shadows of the auspicious cloud were very clear.
The auspicious cloud floated toward the north. He floated forward in the shadow of the mountains and rivers. He still did not ride on his sword.
It was unknown whether the auspicious cloud was too slow or he was too fast. In any case, the two of them were always together.
The master of Xilai Peak came to the cliff. He looked over there in Silence. In the end, he did not do anything. He turned into a sword light and returned to Aoyama.
Jing Jiu and the cloud traveled for hundreds of miles and left Nanhezhou.
The auspicious cloud suddenly sped up and turned into a stream of light, flying toward Zhaoge City in the far north. Only the voice of Zen Master echoed between heaven and earth.
"Young friend, I will see you off here. Goodbye."
Jing Jiu knew that there were many people on the auspicious cloud. He did not want to go over and meet the other.
The child who used to talk casually was now high and mighty. He even needed to ask for protection from the other.
If it were someone else in his current situation, he would be a bit depressed, or at least not used to it.
Jing Jiu was fine, but he could not help but complain when he heard the last sentence.
Young … friend?
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