The man on the stone bed had been dead for many years. The belt made of the Flood Dragon's tendons had completely decayed and broken into several pieces on the bed. However, the body had not decayed. Under the tattered clothes made of natural silk, there were cracks everywhere, and ink-like old blood stains were smeared on them. It looked a little weird.
In places like Aoyama, Zhongzhou, and Ōzawa, the first step of cultivation was to refine the body and refine the Qi. The higher the state, the stronger the body. For example, the disciples of the Undefeated State of the Aoyama Sect could be said to have a body as strong as steel. But when people die, their Dao disappears. Without special treatment, the body of this man was not decayed even after more than 20 years, which was very rare. No one knew how high the state of this man was before he died.
Jing Jiu did not untie the iron sword on his back. Instead, he stretched out his fingers and drew dozens of virtual lines around the cave residence, setting up a small sword formation with the Inherited Heaven Sword. Because of the lower state and the conflict with the Inherited Heaven Sword, this sword formation was not as good as the one set up by Liu Ci in the House of Peeled Skin on the Cloud-Dream Mountain, but it was still strong enough.
After finishing these things, he sat down on the rush cushion and put his hands on his knees in Silence. He loosened his left hand slightly, and a tiny gap appeared between his five fingers. A pale golden light overflowed from the gap and was about to go out of the cave, but it was trapped by the sword formation and could not leave.
The fairy aura was only one-thousandth of the total fairy aura in the Longevity Fairy Puppet. It was still a little difficult for him to control it with his current state. His face suddenly turned pale.
He knew he had to speed up, so he released a divine thought to fall on the body.
When the body came into contact with his divine thought, it suddenly vibrated as if it was about to come back to life.
Of course, this was an illusion. Jing Jiu was using his divine thought to replace the body to exercise his Qi, trying to force out those things that were suppressed in the depths of the Taoist Heart and Internal Organs.
It did not take long for a dozen light spots to float out from the wounds on the body of the body.
If one looked carefully, he would find that those light spots were also pale golden, and they were actually fragments. But because they were too small, they looked like light spots.
Jing Jiu raised his right hand to smooth out the fairy energy seeping out from the Fairy Book of Longevity and spread it evenly in the air in front of him, forming a thin golden sheet. Then, he employed the sword formation to force the light specks onto the thin golden sheet, looking like a craftsman trying to inlay a jade stone on a golden leaf. … …
When those fragments fell on the sheet of fairy aura, they only trembled a little, and then calmed down, even more so than in the body of the body.
Seeing this scene, Jing Jiu confirmed his guess. Seeing this scene, Jing Jiu did not stop his movements. Instead, he kept looking at the sheet.
His eyes, which had always been calm and clear, just like the water in of a well. In Mountain, he had a body.
He didn't know if it was the Immortal Qi and fragments that were reflected in the depths of his eyes, or if he himself was in high spirits. In short, it was as if a sun had suddenly appeared in the depths of the sea.
In a sense, he was the Innate Formless Sword Physique, which meant that his eyes were naturally sword eyes.
Under such a pair of eyes, nothing could hide from them.
After looking at it for an unknown period of time, Jing Jiu slowly closed his eyes. He raised his left hand and retracted the immortal Qi. At the same time, the light fragments returned to the corpse.
This Immortal Qi was only a thousandth of the Immortal Qi in the Immortal Puppet. It was still very dangerous for him to do this. After all, Liu Ci was not by his side and Ah Da was still by the pond.
He did not open his eyes and began to meditate to recover. Then, in the darkness before him, countless shooting stars suddenly appeared.
That was not a true meteor, but a flying immortal sword.
Tens of thousands of flying swords were burning amidst the stars.
This was a scene he had seen with his own eyes. (Note)
He had said this to the King Of The Underworld in the Fiend Prison.
Apart from that, he saw many other things.
Then, he discovered that there was a faintly discernible thread in his body that was pulling him.
There was nothing on the other side of the line.
The nothingness in the Star Domain wasn't true nothingness, but a world that couldn't be seen. It might be extremely profound, or its level might be too low.
In those worlds, even the speed of light is very slow.
Jing Jiu turned around and found that the nothingness was the place he had come from, Chaotian.
Something had gone wrong with his ascension.
The Formation of Dispersed Smoke and Clouds on the top of Shenmo Peak hadn't been able to cut off all of his mortal relationships.
The thread could be called the cause and effect, or it could be said to be the remaining murky energy in his body.
Someone didn't want him to leave.
Yet, he didn't care about it. He was ready to cut off the thread and forge a few fairy books to send back to Aoyama, and then go to another world.
He would seek a way to dispel the murky energy during his journey, and he hoped to see more sceneries.
It was difficult to cut one's own mind with a sword, so he used the Lone Sword.
His body and mind were the same.
As the sword fell down, the sneak attack arrived.
Tens of thousands of flying swords in the distant Star Domain turned into a beautiful firework in his eyes.
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Jing Jiu opened his eyes and fell silent for a while.
The fairy energy in the Fairy Book of Longevity was the same as the remaining fairy energy in the corpse.
As such, he was certain that the person who had sneak-attacked him was the Fairy Lady Bai Ren of the Zhongzhou School, who was known as the Great Master Bai in the Cultivation circle of Chaotian.
Jing Jiu stood up and said calmly while looking at the person on the bed, "Damn her ancestors."
Taiping Zhenren learned how to cook hotpot in Yizhou back then, but he didn't learn how to cook hotpot after eating it; all he learned was a few words of Yizhou dialect.
He didn't expect it to be useful that day.
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The snow was still falling in the mountain village, but it hadn't accumulated yet. The children in the village didn't like playing in the snow as much as the children in the city did. As such, nobody was by the pond.
Zhao Layue held the white cat tightly, looking at the road at the entrance of the village in the wind and snow without blinking her eyes.
It wasn't until the figure of Jing Jiu appeared in front of her that her tense body finally relaxed, and the white cat felt a bit more relaxed.
"Let's go," said Jing Jiu as he came before her.
Zhao Layue wanted to ask him if he had seen that friend, but she didn't dare ask. Seeing his left hand still clenched tightly, she asked tentatively, "Are we still going to the Guocheng Temple?"
Jing Jiu said, "As I said, I'm going to ask a friend for help."
… … When they arrived at Cloudy Town, the iron sword broke through the air and soon entered Nanhe City. They headed eastward along the Muddy River from Chaonan City to Moqiu.
The iron sword traveled at a very high speed; it was even faster than one could imagine.
Correspondingly, the oncoming Chaotic Wind was also very formidable. Even a regular swordsman in the Free Travel State would be blown to the ground in a daze and fall.
Standing at the head of the sword, Jing Jiu looked at the satin-like ocean in the distance, his hair tousling slightly and his expression calm, as if the fairy man in the painting was about to come back to life.
Sitting behind him with the cat in her arms, Zhao Layue lowered her head to look at the precipitous peaks and the plain that looked like white carpet flashing by, thinking that it was too fast.
The sword light flashed in the high sky, alerting many Cultivation practitioners and demons. But seeing the terrifying speed of the flying sword and sensing the undisguised sword will of Aoyama, they all thought that it was an elder in the Broken Sea State of Aoyama traveling, so they didn't dare to peek at it. Occasionally, some Cultivation practitioners encountered the sword in the sky, but they would stay far away from it and bid farewell to it respectfully.
This misjudgment saved them a great deal of trouble. If they knew that the person on the iron sword was Jing Jiu, it would cause a disturbance because of the Fairy Book of Longevity. Those highly achieved swordsmen of the deviant sects and the demons might not be able to see through the formidable power of that white cat.
Boom!!!
A white airflow appeared in the sky above Moqiu. The airflow was connected from top to bottom, forming a hollow circle.
In the middle of the circle, the black iron sword appeared.
The iron sword slowed down and lowered its height. It was much closer to the ground, and the scenery and people in the picture were much clearer. Moqiu was close to the East Sea. The climate was warm and humid, but not hot. Besides, the land was fertile. Even in winter, there was no snow on the ground, and some fields even had green crops. Large tracts of farmland were divided into countless colored blocks according to their colors. Looking from the sky, it was pleasing to the eye. Compared with the strange peaks in the snowfield, it was less wild and more peaceful.
There was a straight road in the middle of the vast farmland, leading to the temple and the Zen Temple built against the mountain.
The road was full of cars, and there were many temporary tents. Some people were even sleeping on the ground.
They were all patients who came to the Guocheng Temple for treatment. Many monks in simple frocks were busy walking among them.
The iron sword landed in front of the woods in front of the Guocheng Temple.
The white cat jumped down from Zhao Layue's arms, which was rare. It spread its four feet on the ground, lowered its back, and stretched itself with sincerity.
Jing Jiu picked it up and put it on his shoulder. It felt a little uncomfortable, so it climbed up again.
Looking at the eaves of the yellow temple that was getting closer and closer, Zhao Layue asked, "I understand that doctors are benevolent and monks are trying to overcome adversity. But will it delay my cultivation?"
Jing Jiu said, "Zen cultivates the heart. For the monks who follow this path, this is cultivation, which is better than reading scriptures."
"This young master's words make sense. It seems that he must be from some famous sect …"
The reception monk of the Guocheng Temple came forward with a smile.
Although Jing Jiu had achieved success in cultivation, he still looked like the young man in white, and his face had not changed.
Seeing Jing Jiu's face, the reception monk couldn't continue praising him. When he saw a white cat lying on Jing Jiu's head, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times.
"Who is this guest … Ah, is it Immortal Master Jing Jiu from Aoyama?"
The reception monk finally figured out who the guest might be.
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
The reception monk looked at Zhao Layue again and found that the girl was delicate and lovely. Her white clothes were as clean as snow, and her black hair was braided. She was very beautiful. He thought that since she could travel side by side with Immortal Master Jing Jiu, who was known for his indifference, she must be Fairy Bai Zao from Zhongzhou School. Two young powerhouses of the righteous came to visit at the same time. What happened?
No matter which temple the reception monk was from, they were always quick-witted and quick-witted. The Guocheng Temple was no exception. He said what he thought.
"May I know Fairy Bai …"
"Zhao Layue."
The reception monk was stunned for a while before he came to his senses. He felt ashamed and hurriedly saluted. Then he turned to Jing Jiu and said, "May I know why the two Immortal Masters of Aoyama have come?"
Jing Jiu said, "I'm looking for someone."
The reception monk thought that the relationship between the temple and Aoyama had always been mediocre, and that the Zen Master had always been close to the disciples of Shenmo Peak. He said hurriedly, "Zen Master has gone to White Town."
Jing Jiu said, "I'm looking for Monk Dachang."
The reception monk wished he could slap himself. He lowered his head and stretched out his hand, planning not to say another word.
Leading Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue into the temple, the reception monk gradually calmed down. He felt that something was wrong.
Monk Dachang was a reclusive elder in the back temple. Few people in the outside world knew of his existence.
But since the masters in the temple didn't stop him, he wouldn't do anything.
Walking through the halls of the front temple and the quiet stone path in the forest, they saw a forest of pagodas among the rustling pine trees.
Jing Jiu glanced in that direction.
After walking for a long time, they arrived at the deepest part of the Guocheng Temple. The forest here was even more secluded, and there was no chirping of birds. Finally, they saw a meditation hall.
The meditation hall didn't occupy a large area, and its architecture looked ancient. Compared to the meditation halls and sutras along the way, it looked new.
The reception monk escorted them to the meditation hall and didn't dare to enter again.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked into the meditation hall and saw an old monk sweeping the fallen leaves.
That old monk was the Monk Dachang he was looking for.
Monk Dachang was surprised, asking, "What can I do for you two?"
Looking at the old monk, Jing Jiu recalled his appearance three hundred years ago. "I'm Jing Jiu," said Jing Jiu casually. "The Emperor should have told you."
Monk Dachang said with furrowed brows, "I don't know the relationship between you and the Emperor, but I work for the royal family. Just tell me what to do."
"I want to meditate here," said Jing Jiu.
"Here?" asked Monk Dachang in surprise.
Jing Jiu didn't pay any more attention to him. He walked to the backyard of the meditation room, stepping on the fallen leaves.
There were a few meditation rooms and two ponds, surrounded by roofed corridors, and a small pagoda in the middle of the courtyard.
The small pagoda was made of gray stone, covered with moss, looking rather inconspicuous.
Standing in front of the pagoda in Silence, Jing Jiu didn't speak for a long time.
Seeing this scene, Monk Dachang felt it odd; but he didn't want to cause any trouble and left the courtyard soundlessly, thinking of the royal decree issued by the Emperor many years ago.
Zhao Layue walked to his side and stood by his side.
"This is the pagoda of the late emperor," said Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue had vaguely guessed something, but she was still surprised.
The late emperor abdicated by faking his death and became a monk in the Guocheng Temple.
It turned out that the legend that had been spread in Chaotian for more than two hundred years was true!
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