Jing Jiu didn't wear the white cloth, but an ordinary cotton shirt and a conical hat as usual.
The wide conical hat covered his face completely, and it was isolated by the Sword Force. Even if someone looked at him from under the conical hat, they wouldn't be able to see his facial features clearly.
The reason Duke Lu could recognize him at first glance was because he had been thinking about him day and night, and also because Jing Jiu had an outstanding demeanor.
Suddenly, Jing Jiu disappeared in front of him. Duke Lu was startled, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him because he missed Jing Jiu so much.
He hastily dipped his finger in the teacup and rubbed it on his eyes. When he looked again, he found that Jing Jiu had already arrived by the grassland one hundred feet away. He wondered in shock what kind of magic method the immortal master had learned in the last three years that made him feel like an immortal. … …
The restoration of Zhaoge City was carried out quickly, and Taichang Temple was one of the first ones. The principle was to keep the old buildings as they were, so there was still a patch of bamboo forest in the deep end of Taichang Temple.
There was a long and oblique tunnel leading to the underground in the deep end of the bamboo forest. Many workers were busy working around the tunnel, transporting many things out from the tunnel.
A living Old Dragon and a corpse were two different things. It was easy to use the huge and strong body of the dragon as a prison, but many facilities had to be installed inside.
Jing Jiu walked to a remote corner.
A bunch of lilac wildflowers grew in that corner, swaying gently in the wind.
Jing Jiu took out a bell from the bunch of lilac flowers, and then he took out the white cat from his sleeve, tying the bell carefully around his neck.
Liu Ada felt a bit awkward. He turned his neck, and the bell made a crisp ringing sound, attracting a few butterflies.
The cat raised his paw to drive the butterflies away, his face full of displeasure and unwillingness.
He didn't dislike the bell, but disliked what Jing Jiu had done.
He didn't dislike being tied up, but he didn't like the fact that he couldn't fight the Old Dragon to his heart's content.
Jing Jiu said, "He was already disabled at the time. Even if you bit him into pieces, it would be an unfair victory."
Liu Ada looked at him mockingly, thinking that there was no such thing as an unfair advantage in this world.
Jing Jiu said, "You've been fighting for thousands of years. In the end, it died, and you're still alive. That means you've won this battle between dragons and tigers."
Liu Ada thought about it and found that it made sense.
It looked into the ground, and its eyes were filled with nostalgia and hatred.
Nostalgia is not missing.
There was no affection between it and the Cang Dragon, not even the affection that was born from fighting. What it missed was the days when it used to walk on clouds when it was young.
However, the disgust was real. The Guardians of Aoyama disliked the two pretentious fellows from the Cloudy Dream Mountain the most, especially the Cang Dragon. He was a glutton and an idiot. Most importantly, his table manners were extremely ugly.
Jing Jiu looked at the bouquet of lilac flowers with a hint of nostalgia.
He had very few friends, but the King Of The Underworld was one of them.
During the three years in the Fiend Prison, Jing Jiu spent most of his time in the trance. He had only talked with the King Of The Underworld for a few dozen days, but it was enough.
"My friend has an innocent and pure heart, calm and amiable, like the Underworld River."
Thinking of what his Big Brother had left in the notebook, Jing Jiu fell silent for a long time.
His Big Brother had very few friends, but the King Of The Underworld was definitely one of them.
Otherwise, his Big Brother wouldn't have made so many preparations back then.
In fact, both his Big Brother and Jing Jiu were fully aware that the King Of The Underworld would have a hard time leaving the Fiend Prison alive after being struck by the Fairy Book.
It was already the best outcome, because the Fairy Book had finally come out.
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In the Guocheng Temple, the setting sun shone in the distance.
Yin San sat on the stone steps in front of the White Mountain meditation room, reading a Buddhist script in his hand.
The twilight shone on him, and he was also in the twilight. It was a beautiful scene, but a bit desolate.
Looking at his back, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect showed an admiring expression.
The significant event in the Fiend Prison in Zhaoge City must have been arranged by the Immortal.
All he did was send a letter to the Fiend Prison; how come so many things had happened?
"The Immortal … is truly a godly person."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect walked to the back of Yin San and said this sincerely.
Yin San stood up and looked at the pagoda forest under the setting sun, asking, "Do you know why I'm so happy?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said, "It's because the Immortal has finally vented his anger."
Back when Yin San brought the King Of The Underworld back to the human world, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was in his heyday, so he knew this secret.
"That's right," Yin San said, "I feel much better now."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect continued, "And Aoyama is the Immortal's Aoyama after all. It's a good thing that the Zhongzhou School has suffered a blow."
Yin San patted his shoulder with a smile.
It was unclear when Jing Jiu had seldom rubbed the head of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect as if he were a dog.
Yin San of course didn't want Jing Xin to be the emperor, because it was the choice of the Zhongzhou School. More importantly, that prince was the heir of the Bai family, which made him feel uneasy.
That was why he used the incident of Bulao Lin to drag Jing Xin into the affair of the Fiend Prison.
The news of what had happened in Zhaoge City had been sent back to the Guocheng Temple.
Most of the news was as he had expected.
He was fully aware of the greed of the Old Dragon and the methods of Jing Jiu; but he couldn't figure out how the King Of The Underworld came out from the Taichang Prison.
Now that he thought about it, it should have something to do with Jing Jiu.
The ending was a happy one.
The Fiend Prison was destroyed after he sent the letter to the Fiend Prison.
The Zhongzhou School suffered a severe setback, and it became increasingly difficult for Jing Xin to inherit the throne.
The only regret was that Jing Jiu was still alive. It looked like it would be troublesome to kill Jing Jiu. Did he have to do it himself?
Then, Yin San remembered … that the King Of The Underworld was dead.
He didn't feel sad, because he knew what the King Of The Underworld had in mind, that if death meant freedom, he would seek shelter even in a furious sea.
Yin San walked down the stone steps and arrived in the Pagoda Forest. He put the Buddhist script in a stone pagoda and took out the bone flute, bringing it to his lips.
His long and steady fingers moved on the blood-red string, playing a piece of music.
This piece of music was quite ordinary, and it was rather leisurely.
The rustling of the pine trees nearby had died down, and the setting sun grew redder.
The gaze of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was fixed on the bone flute, the expression in his eyes complicated. As the sound of the flute started, his expression returned to normal. He sat on the stone steps, letting out a faint smile.
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After leaving Taichang Temple, Jing Jiu went back to the Jing House. He knocked on the door and saw a youth.
It was still early in the morning, so Jing Shang was still working in Taichang Temple. His wife went back to her parents' home to help out, and his father went out to take a stroll on the street. Jing Li was the only one at home.
Jing Li looked at Jing Jiu blankly, asking, "Who are you looking for?"
Jing Jiu took off the conical hat and dispersed the Chaotic Sword.
Seeing his face, Jing Li was startled, exclaiming, "Little Uncle, you're back!"
"Your name is … Jing Li," said Jing Jiu after some thought.
Jing Li found that his uncle had remembered his name this time, feeling startled again, and then he felt delighted, inviting Jing Jiu in with a smile.
Jing Jiu walked into the house and looked around casually. He found that the garden was three times bigger than before, and Jing Li was three years older than Jing Jiu.
After exchanging a few words with Jing Jiu, Jing Jiu returned to his own room. He found that the Go pieces on the Go board seemed to have been moved by someone. It occurred to him that the Jing House was very close to Taichang Temple, and it should have been turned into ruins during the upheaval of the Fiend Prison a few days ago.
Everything looked familiar, but it turned out to be new.
Jing Jiu was lost in thought.
The white cat crawled out from Jing Jiu's sleeve and jumped onto the windowsill, looking at the garden while squatting.
Jing Jiu shot him a glance.
He could tell that Jing Li had already started cultivating.
Back when they were in the small village, Jing Jiu taught Liu Shisui the Yumen Breathing Method.
Liu Ada didn't heed Jing Jiu, thinking that this old man had a limitless life and didn't care much about taking on a disciple.
All of a sudden, Jing Jiu's ears quivered slightly, as if he had heard something. He jumped off the windowsill and disappeared into the grass, leaving behind a string of ringing bells.
Jing Jiu walked to the window and looked at the begonia tree that looked similar to the one he had seen before, thinking that the rebuilding of the Jing House must have been done by Duke Lu himself, meaning that the underground tunnel should still be there.
As he was thinking of all this, a gust of wind suddenly blew over, and the begonia flowers fell down like the pink snow.
Amid the begonia flowers, a young woman in a white dress arrived gracefully.
The scene was similar to that of many years ago.
Bai Zao looked at Jing Jiu with a slightly changed expression.
Jing Jiu thought that she would ask him about the Fiend Prison.
Jing Jiu was prepared to say something.
He had no idea about the Fiend Prison.
He had been cultivating in the secret place of the Royal Palace over the last three years. He had come out from behind closed doors a few days ago because of the disturbance of the earthquake, but his Cultivation state hadn't reached …
"Why do you … look better now?"
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