Back when they were in the old plum garden in Zhaoge City, Sensei gave Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue a pair of bells of excellent state.
Jing Jiu's bell was tied around Liu Ada's neck.
Zhao Layue promised to give Sensei a good sword, and she gave it to her afterward.
Jing Jiu promised to do something for her, anything, but he hadn't done it yet.
At the time, Lo Huainan and the Prince Jing Xin didn't think much of it; it was because "anything" usually meant "nothing".
Jing Jiu believed that Sensei wouldn't make things difficult for him.
Yet, when he lent the bells to the King Of The Underworld in the Fiend Prison, he wondered if she would get angry and ask him to kill all the elders of the Platanus Sect.
It seemed that his prediction was correct. If he wanted to kill the Grandmaster of the Platanus Sect, he would have to kill all the elders of the Platanus Sect first.
The reason he had thought of such a scenario was that he had predicted many things.
Regardless of whether Tian Jingren's prediction was correct or not, the Grandmaster would die sooner or later, and the closer she was to her death, the more trouble Sensei's mother would face.
It was difficult for anyone to make a choice between their grandmother and their mother, not to mention a little girl like Sensei who had grown up in a pampered and spoiled manner.
It was unclear how much pain was hidden in her silvery laughter.
Jing Jiu rubbed Sensei's head.
Sensei leaned against Jing Jiu's chest and said, "Do you know how many women want to throw themselves at you? Though I know it's because you don't treat me as a woman, I'm still very happy. It's because they can't rely on me anyway. "
As she spoke, her small face was full of a contented smile.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything.
"Oh, do you know where He Zhan went? Back then, he wanted to take me to Penglai to eat the barbecued fish that was more delicious than Ōzawa, but he disappeared for a few years. "
Sensei's voice became lower and lower until it was almost inaudible.
Jing Jiu looked down at the tears on her face and subconsciously stroked her hair with his right hand. He thought for a moment and said, "He is in the Guocheng Temple. He also came this time."
"Ah!" Sensei hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. She got up and rushed down the mountain, leaving behind a string of laughter.
The sound of the silver bell was indeed very pleasant to hear.
As Jing Jiu thought of this, he wiped his face with his hand. After the sword fire burned his face, it became clean again.
Then he continued to think.
He was determined to get the Longevity Fairy Book, so he had to make some preparations.
Bai Zao had mentioned the Illusionary Realm of Cloud-Dream, so he knew what it was.
There was a fairy treasure in the Zhongzhou School, which could lead the Spiritual Awareness of the Cultivation practitioners into the Illusionary Realm. It was said that everything in the Illusionary Realm was real, and one could perceive heaven and earth, worldly affairs, and human nature in it. Cultivating and living in the Illusionary Realm and using time to cleanse the Dao Heart was equivalent to experiencing the mortal world in the Guocheng Temple. However, because of the time difference between the real world and the Illusionary Realm, the process of perceiving could be greatly compressed. Of course, what one could gain would not be as real as experiencing the mortal world.
Jing Jiu thought that he should ask Sensei for another thing just now.
Faint music came from afar, indicating that today's lecture had come to an end.
Jing Jiu walked down the mountain and found a disciple of the Zhongzhou School, asking where the monks of the Guocheng Temple lived.
The disciple of the Zhongzhou School took him to a valley in the east and left.
Dusk was approaching, and the few temples in the valley were even more quiet.
The guests of the Guocheng Temple, the Shui Yue Nunnery, and the Baotong Zen Temple all lived in this valley.
The Zhongzhou School was an orthodox school, but it had so many temples. It was hard to say whether it was open-minded and tolerant or extravagant.
When Jing Jiu arrived at the temple where the monks of the Guocheng Temple lived, Bai Zao was already waiting for him there.
She was the only daughter of the headmaster of the Zhongzhou School, so she should be very busy today. But she was here, so it must be that the disciple of the Zhongzhou School had informed her.
Jing Jiu could naturally think of the reason, but he didn't think about it. He said, "I'm looking for someone."
Hearing the voice coming from the temple, Bai Zao said, "Though I don't know who you're looking for, they should still be inside."
The wooden door of the main hall was closed. Sensei was standing on her tiptoes and looking inside. She kept knocking on the door with her little hands, shouting, "Open the door if you can!"
Jing Jiu and Bai Zao didn't go over, but watched from afar.
After a long time, the door of the hall finally opened.
Sensei walked in angrily, but her heart softened when she saw the figure kneeling on the futon and facing the ancient Buddha in silence.
She walked behind He Zhan and said, "Even if you've become a monk, you don't have to be so sad, do you? You're hiding from me. "
Hearing Sensei's inappropriate comfort, He Zhan sighed and said, "What do you know?"
Sensei squatted down beside him and looked at his face. Her eyes were full of curiosity and eagerness.
He Zhan had lost all his hair, and his beard was shaved cleanly. He looked much younger than before.
Feeling Sensei's gaze, he said warily, "You're not allowed to touch my head."
Being exposed, Sensei felt bored and said, "I don't know why you're sad. Tell me then."
He Zhan said in a trembling voice, "My friend betrayed us and killed one of my friends. What do you think of me?"
Sensei was puzzled and said, "That's your friend's business. What does it have to do with you?"
He Zhan said, "Isn't it my fault that I didn't know the right person and brought disaster to myself?"
Sensei said, "You're indeed a bit blind, but it's that person's problem after all. Your problem isn't that big."
"I've had no parents since I was a child, and I still don't know who my father is. As soon as I learned about my mother's background, something big happened to me. It can be seen that I'm an unlucky person."
He Zhan was silent for a while and said, "I think … you'd better not come to me in the future."
Sensei was very angry and said, "When my father died, I didn't remember anything. Ever since I could remember, my grandmother was afraid that my mother would remarry. Every day, she thought about how to kill her so that I could succeed as the Sect Master. Anyway, my surname is De, which means that my existence is the reason for my mother's death. What about a daughter like me?"
After saying this, she was so sad that her eyes were full of tears.
He Zhan turned to look at her and felt very sorry for her. He comforted her, "Don't cry."
Sensei cried even harder, and her cries echoed in front of the Buddha statue.
He Zhan hesitated for a while and said, "How about … I take you to roast fish?"
Sensei immediately stopped crying and smiled. She wiped away her tears and said, "Okay."
He Zhan also smiled helplessly. He didn't know whether she was crying for real or not.
Sensei suddenly thought of something and said, "This is the Cloud-Dream Mountain. Won't it be okay to catch fish and roast it?"
He Zhan said, "Don't worry. I have a friend in Zhongzhou School."
When he said the word "friend", his expression became a little unnatural.
He didn't want to come to the Cloud-Dream Mountain at all because he was afraid of meeting that friend. As the saying goes, he was too ashamed to meet his friend.
Sensei didn't give him a chance to regret. She dragged him up from the futon and walked out of the hall.
As soon as they walked out of the hall, they saw Jing Jiu and Bai Zao.
Jing Jiu was as calm and silent as before, and Bai Zao had a faint smile on his face.
He Zhan was a little embarrassed, wondering if their previous conversation had been heard by them.
Sensei didn't care at all. She looked up proudly and said to Jing Jiu, "Why did you follow me here?"
Bai Zao glanced at Jing Jiu and realized that he was looking for her.
Jing Jiu said, "Do you have another bell? Give me one."
Sensei was confused and asked, "Where's the one I gave you?"
Jing Jiu naturally wouldn't say that the bell was tied to the neck of a white cat, although it was definitely not an ordinary white cat.
"I hid it on the top of Shenmo Peak. I didn't bring it out."
Sensei was very satisfied with his cautious attitude toward the bell and said, "I can't find such a good bell in a short time. I'll find it for you when we get home."
Jing Jiu wanted the bell to be used in the Dreamland of Yunmeng, so he said, "Forget it."
Sensei realized that he wanted it now. She thought for a while and took off her bell from her wrist and handed it over, saying, "I'll lend it to you for two days."
This bell was her natal bell and was extremely precious.
Thinking of her position in the Platanus Sect, it could be said that this was the best Heart-cleansing Bell in the world.
Bai Zao and He Zhan didn't know what Jing Jiu had promised her, so they couldn't help but be a little surprised.
He Zhan took Sensei to find a friend to roast fish, but Jing Jiu didn't leave. He went to the temple to see the two monks. (…)
The old monk looked at him with a smile and didn't say anything. The wrinkles on his face were much deeper than when he was in Nanhezhou, but he was still very energetic and his eyes were gentle.
The young monk was even more excited when he saw him, but he couldn't say anything.
Bai Zao was a little puzzled.
Jing Jiu liked this young monk very much, so he said to the old monk, "Let's solve it."
The old monk smiled and pointed at the young monk from afar.
Instantly, countless words gushed out from the young monk's mouth, like an endless river.
Words with similar meanings, such as "long time no see" and "long time no see", were repeated ceaselessly.
Jing Jiu was a little regretful, asking, "He Zhan came to experience the world of mortals? What are you two here for? "
"The Dao Competition is still going to be a fight …"
The young monk turned to Bai Zao and said, "Of course your sect is prepared. You have a lot of magic pills, but we are still good at treating external injuries."
Jing Jiu said a few words and found out that Monk Duhai, the Principal Justice of the Guocheng Temple, hadn't returned yet, so he bid farewell and left.
He wanted to ask Monk Duhai about Liu Shisui's current situation.
He walked out of the temple.
Bai Zao was a little curious as to why he was so close to these two ordinary monk doctors and was willing to chat with them.
When she was about to ask, she saw a young girl standing under the willow tree in front of her.
The young girl's eyes were a little red. It was obvious that she had just cried, and her face was full of grievance.
It was the disciple of Shui Yue Nunnery who was originally going to participate in the Dao Competition.
Obviously, the Great Supreme Elder Shui Yue Nunnery didn't agree to her request and left the quota for Jing Jiu.
The young girl felt sad when she saw Jing Jiu, and she was even more indignant when she saw the iron sword on his back.
"You haven't even reached the consummate state of the Undefeated Realm, so you are not qualified to participate. Why did you rob me?"
Bai Zao knew that Jing Jiu wouldn't answer, so he looked at her and smiled apologetically.
"Actually, I don't understand where your confidence comes from."
A voice came from not far away.
The voice didn't have any spirit, but it wasn't lazy either.
Laziness was also a kind of emotion.
There was no emotion in the voice.
The speaker was Zhuo Rusui.
He leaned against the stone wall beside the mountain path and looked at the ground with drooping eyelids. He was very tired.
It seemed that if he didn't do this, he would lie down and fall asleep.
Jing Jiu looked at this child and suddenly felt some appreciation.
Bai Zao glanced at him and said, "Shall I find a place for you?"
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
Zhuo Rusui straightened up and said to her, "Sorry to trouble you."
The young girl Shui Yue Nunnery was a little confused, thinking what are you talking about?
Jing Jiu said, "Follow him."
The young girl Shui Yue Nunnery was startled, thinking where should I follow him?
Bai Zao said with a smile, "Don't you want to see his qualification?"
…
…
A few rays of light shone down on a gloomy valley.
It was the beginning of the night, the stars were not clear, and the green among the cliffs seemed a little dark, giving people an indescribable pressure.
Jing Jiu looked into the depths of the wild forest and asked, "Is it really here?"
Bai Zao said, "This valley is my place of cultivation, and the abode of cultivation is right above. Do you want to go up and have a seat?"
Jing Jiu said, "That's fine."
Zhuo Rusui slowly withdrew the flying sword back into his body, thinking how confident he was.
Bai Zao looked at him and said, "Without my permission, no one is allowed to enter or leave this place. As long as you don't make too much noise, no one outside will know."
Zhuo Rusui was the last disciple of the headmaster of Aoyama. He had been in seclusion for more than twenty years and shocked the world with his great reputation.
In everyone's opinion, he was the most likely to become the future headmaster of Aoyama, and he was even more likely than Guo Nanshan.
On the mountain path, he didn't respond to Gu Qing no matter how hard he tried to provoke him, because no matter what, Jing Jiu was his Senior Uncle.
He didn't want other people to see the internal strife of Aoyama, and he didn't even want other disciples to see it. That was why he came to find Jing Jiu in private.
In his opinion, he couldn't let Senior Uncle Jingyang be humiliated because of his disciple's incompetence.
Coincidentally, Jing Jiu had the same thought.
Liu Ci was right.
He didn't want to embarrass his favorite disciple too much.
He didn't want too many people to see it.
There was no audience here, only two girls. It was enough for them to be witnesses, and he believed that they wouldn't say anything afterwards.
But …
Suddenly there was the sound of stepping on grass and the sound of water dripping on the grass in the dark forest.
Then there was a fire.
After a while, He Zhan came out of the forest with a fish in his left hand and a torch in his right hand.
The light from the torch illuminated the valley.
Sensei followed him out. Her skirt was wet, which was obviously the result of catching fish in the stream.
Seeing the situation in the valley, He Zhan and Sensei were stunned.
Sensei reacted the fastest. She yelled at Jing Jiu, "Why did you come after me again?"
Jing Jiu didn't say anything.
Zhuo Rusui sighed, "How many spectators are there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man walked out of the forest.
His eyebrows were very light, giving people a feeling that he was arrogant and aloof from the world.
He was Tong Yan of Zhongzhou.
"The Cloud Dream Mountain is very big. Why do you have to roast fish here?"
Bai Zao looked at Tong Yan and said with slight annoyance, "Big Brother, I didn't give you the token to do this."
He Zhan suddenly felt that the fish and the torch in his hands became very heavy. Did he trick his friend again?
Tong Yan thought for a while and said, "It's too troublesome for the masters to talk about roasting fish elsewhere. You can't do it here. Long time no see. Hello. Hello. "
Long time no see was said to Jing Jiu.
Hello was said to Zhuo Rusui.
He said it to the young girl of the Water-Moon Nunnery.
Everything could be settled with one sentence.
No wonder he was a master of chess.
That was the thought in the minds of the people present.
Or was it a kind of laziness?
Jing Jiu talked less. Was it because he was better at chess or because he was lazy?
Sensei suddenly asked, "Are you going to fight?"
Zhuo Rusui said listlessly, "Yes, please advise me, Martial Uncle."
Jing Jiu said, "I will."
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