As long as the time was right, the sword would be sharp enough, and the yellow leaves would fill the sky; even a young man without a master could become a powerful swordsman.
Even the longest and most tiring journey would come to an end eventually.
The Cloud Boats of the Zhongzhou School returned to the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
Countless waves formed on the clouds and fog outside the mountain, and then they shattered like a dream.
When these Cloud Boats went to the Aoyama the day before, they didn't show any arrogance, but they did show an aura of victory in their silence.
But when they returned, it was deathly quiet; no sound could be heard.
The Fairy Lady Bai Ren had returned to the human world, but she was killed by the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom.
What frightened them even more was that the Immortal Sect Master had joined hands with the Aoyama Sect in an attempt to kill Bai Zhenren.
At this thought, hundreds of gazes fell on the Cloud Boat in the front reflexively; but they didn't see that tall figure.
It was unclear when the Immortal Tan had left the Cloud Boat and returned to the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
He went to the back of the mountain first and visited a few reclusive elders. Then, he stepped on the cloud and went to the deepest part of the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream.
In the Aoyama the day before, he was wounded severely by the backfire of the forbidding formation of the Pagoda of Suppressing Devils. It was unclear why he didn't treat his wounds right away after returning to the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
The clouds and fog dispersed slowly, revealing the huge and dreadful figure of the Unicorn.
The Immortal Tan looked at the Unicorn in Silence, the expression in his eyes mild and nonchalant. The wrinkles on his broad forehead had disappeared without a trace.
The expression in his eyes was quite peculiar, as if he were looking at another place or another time.
Of course, he wasn't looking at the Unicorn, but that person.
In other words, he was looking at the cloud and fog that had never dispersed.
They had been Brother and Sister, and later became Cultivation partners. They had been together for hundreds of years, but it turned out that they had never truly known each other. All they knew was the scheme hidden in the deepest part of their hearts.
Bai Zhenren's scheme was hidden more deeply than his, and he started it earlier. As such, his defeat was justified. And if he hadn't been persuaded by the Immortal Jingyang, he wouldn't have been tricked by her.
Come to think of it, the Magic of Cloud and Fog could be broken by the Pagoda of Suppressing Devils because she asked the Unicorn to let it slip on purpose three hundred years ago.
"How is Sister Yuan?" asked the Immortal Tan.
The Kirin said, "Why are you pretending to be concerned now? I don't care about your family matters. I just want to ask why you gave the Scenic Cloud Bell to Jingyang."
The Immortal Tan said, "I didn't give it to him; I gave it to Tong Yan."
The Qilin was a little surprised and said, "You actually want to pass the Sect Leader to that traitor?"
The Immortal Tan said, "Zao 'er is still sleeping in Dayuan City, and I don't know when or if she will wake up. Besides Tong Yan, who else can I pass the message to?"
This was a part of the agreement between him and Jing Jiu.
However, Tong Yan still didn't know that Jing Jiu had sold him back to Zhong Zhou from Aoyama Sect.
Two wisps of fire appeared in the Qilin's eyes as he said, "That traitor actually dared to give the Scenic Cloud Bell to Jingyang. Do you think I will allow him to come back? Would they agree to let him be the Sect Leader? "
The Immortal Tan said, "I'm the Sect Leader of Zhongzhou School. What you say doesn't count."
The Qilin laughed wildly and said, "But, have you ever thought that I can swallow you whole now that the Scenic Cloud Bell is in Jingyang's hands and you are severely wounded?"
The Immortal Tan asked, "Look, what is this?"
No sooner had he said this than an ancient-looking bell appeared in his palm.
It was the Scenic Cloud Bell.
The expression in the Qilin's eyes changed abruptly, and he let out a long and dreadful howl.
It wasn't because of fear, but because of anger.
How many times would the same scene occur?
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What kind of speed would the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth achieve when the fairy energy was used?
The warm glow of the spring sun shone on the ground, and the energy ripples hidden in the glow could travel hundreds of miles in an instant.
Yet, it was still not as fast as that sword light, even though the traces left by the sword light had become a bit crooked, and it wasn't as straight as it had been in the beginning.
The Guocheng Temple was very close to the East Ocean.
When Tong Yan answered the first question of the Master of Shui Yue Nunnery, Bai Zhenren arrived at the temple along with the sunlight, turning into the fog in the pine forest, and then appeared in front of a meditation room.
This meditation room was called White Mountain, and it was the same room where Taiping Zhenren and the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect listened to the scripts.
Taiping Zhenren had died the day before, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect had died, and the Chief Monk of the Lecture Hall of the Guocheng Temple had died, but she was still alive.
Bai Zhenren walked into the meditation room and looked at the Buddha statue in Silence; it was unclear what was on his mind.
The melodious sound of the bell echoed in the temple, and the sound of the scripts added a sense of order to the spring scenery.
The old abbot of the Guocheng Temple had passed away a few years ago. The Zen Master was in the distant snowland, and none of the monks in the temple could sense her arrival.
The sound of the bell and the scriptures could conceal her energy, allowing her to rest for a while.
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There was a vegetable garden outside of the Guocheng Temple.
There was an abandoned house in the vegetable garden.
There was a half-empty pickle jar in the house.
The sword light flashed and went up the cliff.
There was a small round hole in the yellow wall of the temple.
A gentle wind blew in the kitchen.
There were several cracks on the stone beasts in a large hall.
The stone pagoda in the Tranquil Garden was illuminated by the sword light.
Jing Jiu showed up, touching the stone pagoda with his hand, and looking at the many halls outside.
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The sound of the bell soon stopped.
But the sound of the scriptures continued for a long time.
It was unclear whether it was because of the Chance mentioned by the Zen Sect, or because of the great changes in heaven and earth the day before, but the monks in the morning class were reciting the "Three Thousand Great Wishes".
This scripture talked about escaping from the sufferings of this world and going to the Three Thousand Wonderful Worlds. The last sentence was: "The Supreme Subtle Method, the Tribulation of Hundreds and Thousands."
As this sentence of the scripture drifted away with the wind, Jing Jiu and Bai Zhenren met again.
There was a stone platform outside the White Mountain Meditation Room. On the other side of the stone platform was the Forest of Pagodas of the Guocheng Temple, where the eminent monks of the past were buried.
The old abbot who had passed away a few years ago was buried in the new pagoda at the front.
If Taiping Zhenren had stayed here as the abbot, he would probably have his own stone pagoda.
Jing Jiu flicked his finger lightly, and the ancient bell in a distant hall rang.
The sound of the bell again alarmed the monks in the Guocheng Temple.
Several clear lights floated up from the Forest of Pagodas and gathered together, like a cassock fluttering in the wind. It was the Great Formation of the mountain gate.
Bai Zhenren couldn't leave even if he used the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth.
She had no intention of leaving either. With her hands clasped behind her back, she raised her head and closed her eyes, as if she found the sound of the bell very pleasant.
Hundreds of monks came over and surrounded the Forest of Pagodas.
Jing Jiu waved his hand.
The monks understood what he meant, and retreated outside uneasily.
For some reason, he didn't directly transform into the sword light and cut Bai Zhenren, who was more than a hundred feet away, into pieces.
Bai Zhenren didn't attack either.
The two of them stood in Silence in the Forest of Pagodas.
A gentle breeze carrying the faint scent of pine drifted over, tugging at their white robes and white dresses.
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack! Countless crisp sounds came from the depths of Jing Jiu's and Bai Zhenren's bodies.
Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the stone pagodas, and the wild grass on the ground was cut to pieces. The Buddha statue in the White Mountain Meditation Room had a lot of paint peeling off in a very short time.
Even the great formation of the mountain gate in the sky had a very strong reaction. The monastic robe made of emptiness was torn open several times. The sunlight fell down like this, illuminating the stone pagodas like statues on a chessboard.
Sensing the dreadful energy drifting in the temple, the monks of the Guocheng Temple kept chanting the name of the Buddha, their faces full of pity.
Those energies were neither the sword wills nor the magic methods of Daoism, but they were clearly damaged. They were the wounds inflicted by Jing Jiu and Bai Zhenren.
Bai Zhenren opened his eyes, exclaiming, "How much longer can you run amok?"
"I don't know," said Jing Jiu.
Back when they were at the West Ocean, Jing Jiu and Nan Qü had a lot of conversations through their spiritual awareness in a very short time. Jing Jiu and the Snow Girl had done the same.
But today, Jing Jiu and Bai Zhenren were talking for real.
It didn't mean anything, but it was because they were both very tired at the moment.
After one day and one night, they were exhausted to the extreme, and their wounds were very severe.
The golden liquid kept flowing out from Bai Zhenren's wounds. If the Fairy Book hadn't protected her Dao Heart, she would have died by the East Ocean.
Jing Jiu didn't show any abnormality, but it was hard for him to feel better after being struck by the fairy book in the mausoleum of Longevity Mountain.
Bai Zhenren looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Is it because of the Aoyama Sect or the Jing clan? Your influence on the Guocheng Temple is much greater than I thought."
"That's why you shouldn't have chosen this place," said Jing Jiu.
Bai Zhenren said, "I heard that Liu Shisui had lived here for many years, and that your Big Brother had been the chief monk here for many years, and that your elder brother was buried here."
"That's right," said Jing Jiu.
Bai Zhenren said, "Have you recalled many past events after coming here? Have you ever thought that only those who are about to die would do this? "
"Where does your confidence come from?" asked Jing Jiu.
Looking at the spring sun in the sky, Bai Zhenren suddenly asked, "What do you think it is?"
During the Dao Competition back then, Jing Jiu went to the Green Sky Mirror.
Many young geniuses traveled with him, like He Zhan and that free-traveling practitioner friend of He Zhan whose family name was Jiang.
By the canal of that poor village in Zhaoyang, those two children had asked a similar question while pointing to the sun in the sky.
The sun in the Green Sky Mirror was not the real sun, but the Retrieved Heavenly Orb.
As a result, even the children knew that the world they were in was fake.
Why did Bai Zhenren suddenly ask this question?
What answer did he want to hear?
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