If he didn't stay behind closed doors for a long time, Bai Zao would have one meal with his parents every year, and it was only one meal, right under the Cloud Platform Tree.
There were only some simple dishes on the stone table. The roasted fish was left untouched, and the Immortal Tan and Bai Zhenren left after drinking only one cup of wine.
After a moment of silence, Bai Zao came to the foot of the tree and looked at the ocean of clouds outside the cliff, thinking that it would be more lively if Big Brother Tong Yan were here.
Staying behind closed doors was the norm for the Cultivation practitioners, but she was still worried. It was because Tong Yan's decision to stay behind closed doors was too sudden.
She was also worried about another matter.
The Fairy Book had fallen into the hands of Jing Jiu, but the Cloud-Dream Mountain didn't show any reaction. Her mother behaved so calmly, making her feel uneasy.
She intended to write a letter to Aoyama and ask about it, but she gave up the idea in the end. She sighed softly and waved the white satin lightly. Countless snow-white natural worm silks fell down like the snowflakes, sealing the Cloud Platform.
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Tong Yan dug a tunnel under the ground. He used the magic method to crush the soil and rock chips he had dug out. After the soil and rock chips had shrunk, he piled them up neatly on both sides, looking like stone balls.
There was no light in the tunnel. It was dark everywhere, so it was impossible to tell the time of day and night. Yet, as a Cultivation practitioner, he knew that more than a year had passed.
It would take many years before he could reach the deep part of the earth source. He behaved calmly and silently, because nobody could talk to him here.
That indistinct yet incomparably real pressure had always been in front of him, far away, high up in the sky.
The Unicorn wouldn't leave the Cloud-Dream Mountain. If he got close to the Green Sky Mirror, he would be discovered by the Unicorn. What should he do then? There was no need to calculate things that he couldn't figure out. He would think about it later. Looking at the underground river in front of him, he wondered if he should take a bath to celebrate the arrival of the New Year.
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In the deep part of a valley, the clouds and fog shrouded the sky, making it look like the milky white.
There were a dozen stone posts amid the clouds and fog. Bai Zhenren stood on a stone post with his hands folded behind his back, looking at the distance; it was unclear what he was thinking.
A huge black shadow appeared in the depths of the clouds, as if a mountain had suddenly appeared there.
Zhongzhou School's guardian mythological beast, Qilin.
The clouds suddenly stirred. Light and dark alternated, forming several lines of vertical words that appeared in front of Bai Zhenren.
It was the Qilin's divine sense.
"I can sense that the immortal sense left behind by the ancestors is dissipating. Although the speed is very slow, this is something that should not have happened. I am very worried."
Bai Zhenren was still looking into the distance and said, "Bulao Lin said very clearly that he is studying Buddhist scriptures in the Guocheng Temple. Maybe he really has a chance of success."
If someone could see the scene clearly from the sky, they would know that she was looking towards the southeast.
The Guocheng Temple was over there.
Qilin's divine sense quickly appeared in the clouds again, "I'm going to kill him."
Bai Zhenren said, "The relationship between Guocheng Temple and Aoyama is still unknown. Don't take any risks."
Words appeared in the clouds, "Will those little monks dare to attack me?"
Bai Zhenren said, "You are the guardian ancestor of our sect. According to the sect rules, you can't leave unless you give up your body."
The clouds and fog were quiet for a while, and then another line of words appeared.
"It's enough to kill these little guys."
"No need, because I don't believe that he can tamper with the Fairy Book, even if … he is really the reincarnation of Jingyang."
Bai Zhenren said with an indifferent expression, "His current Cultivation state is too low."
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Now that winter had arrived, spring arrived as well.
Along with a chilly spring rain, the trees in the Guocheng Temple began to sprout.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue lived a peaceful life in the Tranquil Garden. Liu Shisui spent more time taking care of the vegetable garden, so he didn't forget to ask Jing Jiu for advice on the sword work every day.
Every few days, Zhao Layue would go to the Instruction Hall to listen to the master's explanation, and the white cat would often sneak over, lying on the windowsill to enjoy the sunshine and listen to the Scriptures.
The monks were used to seeing the white cat, so they didn't think it was strange. Sometimes, they would tease the cat, which made Zhao Layue very nervous. She was afraid that the cat would suddenly become violent and seriously affect the relationship between the Aoyama Sect and the Guocheng Temple.
Nowadays, Jing Jiu seldom went to the Instruction Hall. He spent most of his time lying on the bamboo chair, practicing his Cultivation in the company of the spring breeze, the spring sun, and the spring rain. His Cultivation state hadn't improved, but he had a deeper understanding of the Zen methods and the Fairy Book.
One afternoon, when he opened his eyes and saw the greenery outside the wall, he realized that it was late spring. He glanced at the white cat, intentionally or unintentionally.
The white cat had long forgotten how long it had lived. Anyway, except for the old guys like the Round Turtle and the Unicorn, no one had lived longer than it. It had long lost interest in getting horny, but it still felt sleepy in spring, which meant that desire was not the most important thing in life, and lying down was the most important thing.
It hadn't rained these days, so the rush cushion in front of the pagoda was very dry. Liu Shisui had also spread some carefully selected fine grass for it, so it slept very comfortably. Sometimes, it even forgot the knees of a young girl.
It opened its eyes and woke up, looking at the sky blankly. It suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a few pieces of paper on this rush cushion in the early spring of last year.
It was the same spring sun, the same spring breeze, the same feeling of spring, and the same rush cushion. Only a few pieces of paper were missing.
It stood up subconsciously and walked toward the outside of the Tranquil Garden, smelling the scent floating in the air. It walked past the pond, the dense forest, the small bridge, and the disciples' yard.
The sound of people around it gradually rose. It lightly leaped onto the top of the wall, came to the middle of the Guocheng Temple along the shadow wall, and then jumped into the pagoda forest.
There was a quiet meditation room in front of it. There was no one on the stone steps, nor in the room. It was as quiet as a tomb.
The white cat walked to the stone steps, curled up in a circle, and lay down. It closed its eyes and began to sleep.
It slept until the sun was setting. Only then did it wake up, wondering what was wrong with it.
Back to the Tranquil Garden, it lay down in front of the small stone pagoda and continued to sleep, but it still couldn't close its eyes.
It was troubled by a very inexplicable emotion, so it didn't notice that Jing Jiu was looking at it in Silence.
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The White Mountain meditation room had been empty for a long time.
In the kitchen at the front of the temple, a cook dhuta, who rarely appeared, was missing. As for the young man who had never appeared, he was soon forgotten. In the most heavily guarded room of the Justice Hall, there were two monks, one old and one young. These two monks were Yin San and the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
Yin San looked more delicate and even cute after shaving his hair, while the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect looked more wretched after shaving his hair, especially his red nose, which was more conspicuous and annoying.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect rubbed his nose and looked behind Yin San.
He could feel it clearly. Ever since he knew that Jing Jiu was in the Guocheng Temple, Yin San had been meditating more, but no one knew what he was thinking.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect noticed that there was a slight bulge behind Yin San's neck, and it was slowly changing position.
Then he smelled a very faint smell. His expression changed slightly, but he didn't dare to say anything.
The smell was very faint and not smelly, but it was very uncomfortable, with a faint smell of rotten leaves, like old wood that had been left for many years.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect knew that this body couldn't hold on for many years, and he didn't know if the Immortal could find a way to perfectly unify the spirit and the body in ten years.
They had stayed in the Guocheng Temple for many years for this purpose.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect's gaze fell on the ground in front of Yin San. There was a piece of paper in front of the rush cushion, on which a few lines were written.
Those words were written by Jing Jiu.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect didn't understand. Since the Immortal didn't dare to believe his story, why did he place this piece of paper in front of him?
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In the blink of an eye, another year had passed. When the old and the new met, the power of heaven and earth flourished. The Tranquil Garden was shrouded in darkness, and only Zhao Layue's eyes could be seen.
She gazed intently at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and released his sword will. He dipped his hand into the sword will as ink and wrote down a scripture.
This time, he didn't put his left hand directly into the scripture. Instead, after a moment of contemplation, he chose a few words from the scripture and plucked them off.
Pah! The fist and the palm collided.
His left hand glowed for a moment and then returned to normal. In the twinkling of an eye, the cycle of life and death had been completed.
Jing Jiu closed his eyes again. After a long time, he opened them again and said to Zhao Layue, who had come up to him, "It's all right."
Zhao Layue kowtowed to him.
Jing Jiu said, "There's still no red packet."
Zhao Layue smiled and said seriously, "I can break through the state now."
Jing Jiu looked at her in Silence and said, "I think it's better to wait for a few more years."
Zhao Layue didn't quite understand.
Her initial state of the Free Travel had been completely stabilized, and her Dao Heart and sword will had reached the peak state; why should she wait?
She was dissatisfied with Jing Jiu's lack of explanation, so she didn't sit with him this time.
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Under the cloud platform tree, there were still those simple fruit trays and cups with only half of the fragrance of wine on them. They couldn't even be called leftovers.
Bai Zao walked to the cliff's edge and looked at the drifting clouds, thinking that since only his Big Brother liked to eat roasted fish, he wouldn't cook for them anymore.
Big Brother Tong Yan had been behind closed doors for two years. What kind of cultivation method was he cultivating? And what was Jing Jiu doing there?
In spring, she finally wrote a letter to Aoyama and received Gu Qing's reply. Gu Qing didn't give any details in the letter; it was obvious that he was hiding something.
She turned around and looked at the fruit trays and wine cups on the table, thinking of these things, feeling quite bored.
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Tong Yan was still digging a hole in the ground.
There was nothing else.
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The figure of the Unicorn could be vaguely seen in the clouds and mist. His Spiritual Awareness fluctuated and formed words.
"I feel that he has refined more. If you don't stop him soon, your idea won't come true, and it will bring him great benefits."
Bai Zhenren stood on the stone pillar facing the wind and looked in the direction of the Guocheng Temple. After a moment of silence, he said, "As I said, you can't leave the Central State according to the sect rules."
The Unicorn's words appeared in the clouds and mist, "I can transform and walk."
Bai Zhenren said calmly, "If your Cultivation state is suppressed, your supernatural power is less than one percent of your real body's."
A line of words appeared in the clouds and mist.
"But it's enough to kill him! Even though my supernatural power is suppressed, my divine body is not destroyed. Nobody can hurt me! "
Bai Zhenren drew back his line of sight and said, "I won't allow it."
"The Old Dragon died because of him. I must kill him! Now that your idea has failed, you should act according to my method! I won't let him have any chance of refining the Fairy Book. Otherwise, if he gets the fairy energy, he will become a great trouble in the future! "
The Unicorn was furious.
The clouds and mist in the deep part of the valley were tumbling restlessly.
The words that appeared were as sharp as knives, full of a strong murderous intent.
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Time passed faster than a poet's pen.
Before one could sigh about the passing of time, what should have passed had already passed away.
In the blink of an eye, it had been five years since Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue came to the Guocheng Temple.
Recently, Jing Jiu became more and more silent, his face paler and paler, but his eyes brighter and brighter. A hint of gold could be vaguely seen in the deep part of his eyes, adding a touch of devilish charm to his beautiful face.
Another New Year would come in a few days.
That night, Jing Jiu would write the last part of the script and try to refine the Fairy Book completely.
If he succeeded, the endless fairy energy in the Fairy Book of Longevity would belong to him.
If he failed, he would be counterattacked by the Fairy Awareness and become a puppet of the Zhongzhou School at any time.
Zhao Layue still didn't understand why Jing Jiu didn't agree to her breaking through the state, but he kept refining the Fairy Awareness at a faster pace, even at the expense of his Sword Source and spiritual soul.
Why was he in such a hurry?
This New Year had a special meaning for the Guocheng Temple.
Duke Lu would come here to fulfill the vow on behalf of the Emperor.
This was a yearly event, but the scale and level of this year's event were much grander.
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