It was rumored that in the distant ancient times, there existed a magic treasure, or a divine treasure, that could turn back the time. State Duke Lu had thought this was nonsense; but when he heard what Jing Jiu had said, he wished it was true, so that he could go back to what he had said a moment ago and swallow back what he had said a moment ago.
He was the Chief of Taichang Temple, so it was easy for him to bring Jing Jiu to Taichang Temple. However, he was well aware that Jing Jiu was not a regular person, so the Taichang Temple Jing Jiu wanted to go to was not the Taichang Temple in the eyes of the common people, but that place.
To say nothing of the strict rules of the Imperial court, he couldn't bear to see Jing Jiu put himself in danger because of the relationship between him and the State Duke Manor.
Duke Lu was prepared to stop him at all costs, and he had come up with a dozen persuasive reasons in a short time. However, when he saw the calm expression in Jing Jiu's eyes, he knew that whatever he did was futile; he couldn't change Jing Jiu's decision even if he held a sword to his neck.
"I don't know which level you want to go to. If it were only the first level, I might be able to do something; but it's too dangerous to go further down …"
Duke Lu gave up trying to persuade Jing Jiu. He wiped off the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve and said in a low voice, "You should be well aware of what Taichang Temple is. If that being were to be alerted, the Emperor and I wouldn't be able to get you out of there in time, let alone me."
Jing Jiu said, "I've never been there, but I've prepared for it. You don't have to worry."
Besides the Snowy Kingdom and the Heavenly Well, Taichang Temple was the most dangerous place in Chaotian. In his current Cultivation state, it was useless to prepare for it.
Thinking of all this, Duke Lu couldn't help but sigh. "Please give me a definite answer. Which level are you going to go to?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," said Jing Jiu.
Upon hearing this, Duke Lu knew he was done for, but he didn't dare ask Jing Jiu why he wanted to go to Taichang Temple. "How long are you going to stay there?" he asked in a trembling voice.
Jing Jiu thought for a moment and said, "If it's fast, three years. If it's slow, I'm not sure."
It would take three years at the fastest?
Another uncertain answer?
Duke Lu's head buzzed, thinking that it was really over this time.
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Duke Lu left the Jing Mansion through the underground tunnel. His back view was somewhat dejected.
Jing Jiu lay down on the bamboo chair.
The white cat crawled out from his sleeve and jumped onto his chest. It stared at him from above, its eyes filled with killing intent.
Didn't you bring me to Zhaoge City to fight with that guy? Now that I'm ready, you want to go to that dark place?
Jing Jiu said, "Since you want to fight it, the best way is to go in with me."
Hearing this, the white cat's eyes lit up, thinking that this was indeed a great idea.
But in the blink of an eye, it rejected this possibility.
It was said that that damned place was damp and dark; some places were bitterly cold, and some places were unbearably hot, and there were many mosquitoes.
The most troublesome part was that that place was the home ground of the opponent. Even if the white cat could catch the opponent unprepared, he would still fall into the enemy's trap.
If he died there, wouldn't he become the biggest joke in the world of the divine beasts?
Jing Jiu received the spiritual awareness of the white cat and found it was indeed problematic after some thought.
No matter how well Ada could conceal his energy, he was not as good as Jing Jiu in this aspect, so he would be easily discovered by that person.
"Let's do it then."
Jing Jiu said, "You keep an eye on this place for me during the years I'm away."
The white cat narrowed his eyes, indicating that he didn't understand.
The biggest taboo in the Cultivation circle was to harm the family members or descendants of the Cultivation practitioners in the mortal world, even though the Cultivation practitioners had to cut off the mortal world.
As long as Shenmo Peak existed in Aoyama, nobody dared to harm the Jing family.
The problem was that if Zhongzhou School and Yimaozhai wanted to persuade Shenmo Peak to change their attitude, the Jing family in Zhaoge City would have to bear a great deal of pressure.
Having heard Jing Jiu's explanation, the white cat reached out his right paw and scratched his collar, meaning to ask Jing Jiu what he could get out of it.
Jing Jiu said, "This is a fight."
The white cat mewled discontentedly.
Jing Jiu said, "If Jing Yao becomes the emperor, we will win, and Zhongzhou School will lose. You have been fighting with him for thousands of years, but you still can't decide the winner. It's because neither we nor Zhongzhou School can watch you two fight to the death. So let's use this matter to determine the winner. "
Having heard this, the white cat fell silent for a long time.
In fact, both the white cat and Jing Jiu were fully aware that the white cat would lose if they fought to the death.
Among the Principal Guards of Green Mountain, the Round Turtle had never left Tianguang Peak. Both he and the Dark Phoenix were a bit weaker, and the black dog was the only one who could fight the two guys of Cloud-Dream Mountain to a draw.
The white cat jumped down from Jing Jiu's back and disappeared without a trace after meowing twice, his whereabouts unclear.
He agreed to Jing Jiu's request, and promised that if something went wrong, he would keep his opponent busy so that Jing Jiu would have a chance to escape.
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The Pure Heaven Bureau had been busy in the last few years. They were busy cleaning up the mess of the Cultivation practitioners, organizing the files of the Cloud Platform and sending the resources to various sects, arresting the remnants of Bulao Lin, and preventing them from committing suicide in order to find out more secrets, especially those related to the Underworld.
One day, a carriage covered with a black cloth was pulled into the office of the Pure Heaven Bureau. The officials of the Pure Heaven Bureau, who were used to all kinds of things, didn't feel anything unusual, but they were curious about the identity of the prisoner. It was because the carriage had the energy of a formation, indicating that the prisoner had a high Cultivation state.
The carriage covered with a black cloth didn't stop at the Pure Heaven Bureau. It passed through the back office and entered a narrow path, heading toward Taichang Temple not far away. The official of the Pure Heaven Bureau in charge of this area had a high status, so he understood the reason. He signed the papers and sat back at the table behind him.
The official of the Pure Heaven Bureau watched the black carriage disappear into the narrow path. Thinking of the rumors about Taichang Temple, he shook his head and picked up the teacup to take a sip.
In Taichang Temple, Duke Lu was also drinking tea. He put down the teacup and felt the hardness of the object in his sleeve. After a moment of hesitation, he didn't take it out.
He had intended to give this magic treasure of Zhongzhou School, the Slanting Wind and Fine Rain, to Jing Jiu, but he thought that Jing Jiu was already prepared for it, so he didn't want to interfere.
Otherwise, if that person sensed its energy, something bad might happen.
It didn't take long before the carriage covered with a black cloth came out from the narrow path, heading toward the back of Taichang Temple, passing through Jing Jiu's field of vision.
Duke Lu didn't lift his head to take a look, his eyelids drooping slightly, his expression terrible.
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