That place was a hundred miles away. Snowflakes rose from nothingness and danced with the wind, then disappeared in midair. It was obviously not natural.
The Sword Justice Yuan Qijing was guarding the place in person, and Guangyuan Zhenren and Nan Wang were ready to strike at any time. There might be more swordsmen hiding in the clouds over there.
Given the powerful strength and confidence of the Aoyama Sect, they had even arranged such a grand battle array, which meant that the matter here was not over yet, and it was still going to be very serious.
"What do you need us to do?" the Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church asked without hesitation.
It was the responsibility of the entire human race to suppress the Underworld, and nobody could stay out of it.
Guangyuan Zhenren answered honestly, "I don't know. Since the Sect Master asked us to come, we came."
Thinking of the young Sect Master of Aoyama, the Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church didn't know what to say. Looking at the corpse of the Twelfth Priest, he asked, "What should we do with it? Should I bring it back to Juye City? "
"No need."
No sooner had Guangyuan Zhenren finished his words than the sunlight shone on the Sword of the Returning Sun, burning the corpse of the Twelfth Priest into ashes.
Then, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and read it carefully. After making sure that the time and place were correct, he cupped his hands to bid farewell and flew northwest on his sword several hundred miles away.
The unpleasant singing also disappeared along with him, and the lonely snowstorm also vanished in the sky.
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The Twelfth Priest of the Underworld was killed by the Aoyama Sect as soon as he came to the human world. This was too much of a coincidence, so it naturally gave rise to many conjectures and doubts.
Sensei said that the Aoyama Sect didn't need to explain, and the Aoyama Sect indeed didn't need to explain to the people of the world; but some people were always special.
In the meditation room in the depths of the Tranquil Garden, the Zen Master took out the small wooden stick from his ear and blew off the earwax on the tip of the stick, saying, "I didn't expect you to follow the old path of Taiping."
Jing Jiu carried the iron kettle on the table further away and said, "I've always been different from him."
The Young Zen Master picked his ear with a serious expression, and then threw the small wooden stick into the mud outside the window, saying, "Anyone can guess that you people have a connection with the Underworld."
"Can't I?" Jing Jiu's voice was emotionless.
The Old Dragon had transformed into the Fiend Prison in Zhaoge City and blocked the passage in the Abyss. The Zhongzhou School had exploited a great deal of benefits from the Underworld in the name of the King Of The Underworld.
The Grand Priest of the Underworld had projected himself in Zhaoge City and met him. He was certain of something at that moment.
Zen Master knew what he meant and said, "There is no evidence."
Jing Jiu poured himself a cup of tea and said, "You don't have any evidence either."
Zen Master also poured himself a cup of tea, slowly sipping it, and said, "Good tea, but no matter who you work with in the Netherworld, it is not a good thing."
Jing Jiu said, "Gu Qing boiled it in the iron kettle. I think it's pretty good."
Zen Master shot him a glance and said, "It will take many years. Why do you decide on the position of the sect master so early?"
From summer to autumn, they had read many scripts and considered many plans in this meditation room. Finally, they had found a way to repair the Formation of Dispersed Smoke and Cloud.
However, as Zen Master said, Jing Jiu was merely in the initial state of the Broken Sea, far from the upper state of the Heavenly Arrival State, not to mention ascending.
Jing Jiu said, "After that person dies, it doesn't matter who becomes the sect master."
Zen Master said expressionlessly, "If Taiping could die so easily, he would have died six hundred years ago, three hundred years ago, and two years ago."
Jing Jiu didn't continue this topic, saying, "Help me keep an eye on the Bai family. Don't let her contact the lower world, at least not for the next few days."
"It's simple," said Zen Master.
"You can't defeat her," said Jing Jiu.
Zen Master had said this in front of Zhongzhou Zhenren and Yue Qianmen at the spring Plum Meeting. It seemed that he was humiliating the Zhongzhou School, but in fact, he was reminding the Aoyama Sect.
Half a year had passed, and Jing Jiu had finally returned the same remark to Zen Master.
Zen Master sighed, saying, "This is the Guocheng Temple, okay?"
In the afternoon, the details of the Twelfth Priest's death had finally been transmitted to the seashore of the East Ocean. It wasn't until then that people learned that it was Guangyuan Zhenren who had killed the Twelfth Priest the day before.
In the evening, the latest news arrived. The Seventh Priest of the Underworld had appeared not far away from Jiuye City with two warlocks who were good at using the Method of Soul-Fire Conquering the Heart.
The Broadsword King was guarding White Town, far away. The swordsmen of the Windy-Broadsword Church didn't have time to attack, but the Seventh Priest and the two warlocks with the strange Method of Soul-Fire died.
And they died under the sword of the Aoyama Sect.
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The night had just begun, and the stars were rising. The evening drum had stopped, and the evening classes were over. It was quiet in the Guocheng Temple. Walking among the pagoda forest, one could vaguely hear the sound of prayers and sobs coming from both sides of the official road. Nobody knew which patients were dying, or which patients were dying.
The six senses of the Cultivation practitioners were very sensitive. A swordsman of the Yuanying State like Bai Zao could even hear the sound of the waves of the East Ocean dozens of miles away if he listened attentively.
However, her Ocean of Consciousness was turbulent at the moment, and there were countless sounds, so she had no desire to listen to the distant sounds.
Arriving at the outside of the Tranquil Garden, she walked in after being invited by the Monk Dachang.
Gu Qing was meditating and cultivating in front of the stone pagoda. It seemed that there was nothing for him to worry about anymore.
Zhuo Rusui was dozing off while leaning against the side of the stone pagoda. It seemed that he had had a good dinner.
Coming to the meditation room, smelling the faint aroma of the tea and looking at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue sitting side by side, Zhao Layue gradually calmed down. "How many more will there be?" she asked.
Jing Jiu didn't answer, because he didn't know how many people Tong Yan could deceive. Up until now, he still didn't understand why the priests of the Underworld were so gullible — because he didn't know what the Seal of the King Of The Underworld meant to the people of the Underworld.
Bai Zao looked into his eyes and asked, "Is Big Brother down there?"
Jing Jiu didn't answer.
Zhao Layue opened her eyes, and the faint mist withdrew from her body. "How much do you know?" she asked while looking into Zhao Layue's eyes.
Bai Zao replied, "I've only learned a little recently."
Zhao Layue said, "Since you know these things, you shouldn't ask us. You should ask your mother."
What she said seemed ordinary, but there was a hidden sharpness in it; it was hard to face it directly.
Bai Zao left the Tranquil Garden and came to the forest of pagodas, remaining silent for a long time.
It was windless that night, and there was no sound of waves in the pine forest nearby; but the sound of waves grew louder and louder in her ears, until it was disrupted by a few footsteps.
They were Sensei, Que Niang, and Zhen Tao. They had agreed to meet Jing Jiu.
They were a bit surprised, but they walked toward the Tranquil Garden after exchanging some pleasantries with Bai Zao.
It was windless that night, but Bai Zao felt the night wind was a bit chilly.
The geniuses of Cultivation of the younger generation were all her friends and companions, both in the Cultivation tournament and in the Dao Competition.
They used to drink wine by the lake and make a vow that the world would be at peace.
But now … Lo Huainan was dead, Tong Lu was dead, Tong Yan was missing, He Zhan had become a monk, Su Ziye had become a wandering ghost, and Guo Nanshan and other disciples of Liangwang Peak were imprisoned in the mountain, unable to come out.
On the contrary, there were so many young people in the Tranquil Garden.
She felt a bit lonely.
"Wait a minute."
She stopped Zhen Tao, asking with her eyes if that senior master had woken up.
Zhen Tao shook her head, indicating that nobody in the nunnery knew when she would wake up.
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No more meetings were held in the Guocheng Temple. The Cultivation practitioners of various sects took advantage of this rare opportunity to ask the senior monks in the temple for some questions, or to discuss some Cultivation methods with each other, or to wander around like Sensei and Zhen Tao. But none of them left, because they were all waiting for the final result.
News came from the north one after another.
A formidable figure came from the Underworld.
Then he died.
Here it comes again.
He died again.
It was the Aoyama Sect who did it.
On the early morning of the seventh day, the morning sunlight illuminated the wilderness.
A huge Aoyama Sword Boat landed on the ground along with the desolate sunlight.
The devil men of the Underworld mostly appeared in the vicinity of the Cold Mountain.
For some reason, none of the Cultivation sects and the Imperial Court had sent anyone over. It was understandable that the Windy-Broadsword Church, the Imperial Court and some other Cultivation sects didn't react, since it was obvious that the Aoyama Sect and the Zhongzhou School were working together in secret, and nobody wanted to get involved. But it was strange that the Zhongzhou School didn't send anyone over.
Looking at the distant Aoyama Sword Boat, an elder of the Windy-Broadsword Church remarked sentimentally, "What does the Aoyama Sect intend to do?"
A bloody battle had taken place on the Cold Mountain last night. A priest of the Underworld burned his soul fire and wounded the peak master of Bihu, Chen Youtian. As the Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church was about to strike, a few flying swords suddenly came down from the sky. The sword wills were so strong that the priest and his subordinates were all minced into powder. The members of the Windy-Broadsword Church who had been paying close attention to the battle realized that the Aoyama Sect had sent all of their swordsmen. Yuan Qijing and the other four peak masters and eight elders in the Broken Sea State … This force was similar to that of the Battle of the West Ocean.
After a moment of silence, the Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church said, "This is the only way to ensure our safety. Otherwise, even the Aoyama Sect can't bear the responsibility."
Everybody knew that the abnormality of the Underworld had something to do with the Aoyama Sect. Many people even suspected that the Aoyama Sect had colluded with some forces in the Underworld. After all, the incident of Taiping Zhenren had happened before. If the Aoyama Sect let go of a swordsman of the Underworld and let a mortal die, the sect would be questioned.
As such, the Aoyama Sect had to act like an eagle hunting a rabbit to ensure that nothing would go wrong.
The elder said while shaking his head, "It's so strange. How will the Aoyama Sect explain it later?"
The Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church said, "No matter how strange it is, nobody can say anything as long as the Aoyama Sect contributes. Do you think it's so easy to kill these devil men of the Underworld? Let's talk about the two battles we witnessed with our own eyes. If we don't invite the Broadsword King back, do you think we can keep them under control? "
A few days later, the cold wind blew up. The sword boat of the Aoyama Sect took off with the help of the wind and returned to the south.
An autumn wind rose by the seashore of the East Ocean, dropping some leaves. The Cultivation practitioners gathered in the grand hall again.
The Zhongzhou School took back the proposal they had made at the spring plum meeting.
Not only that, but the share that had belonged to the Western Sea Sword School in the past was now given to the Aoyama Sect.
The Aoyama Sect distributed half of the share to the Ōzawa Sect, the Platanus Sect, the Mirror Sect, and other sects. Unexpectedly, the No-Mercy Sect, who had sealed off their mountains, received the most.
Since they all belonged to the Aoyama Sect, it was up to Jing Jiu to divide them however he wanted.
The sects bade farewell to each other.
The group of the Zhongzhou School was ready to leave.
It was then that the voice of Jing Jiu burst out.
"The Gathered-Soul Valley is the passage suppressed by the Zhongzhou School. It's not good that so many devil men of the Underworld have come out."
Jing Jiu said to the group of the Zhongzhou School, "The Aoyama Sect can be killed, but it's your problem. So don't do it again."
Bai Zhenren turned around and asked calmly while looking at Jing Jiu, "Is Sect Master Jing going to punish us?"
"Hmm," Jing Jiu replied.
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