The old monk looked at him and smiled gently, shaking his head, not knowing whether he didn't know the answer or didn't understand why he asked.The young monk looked much more stable than before, but he still had a little temper, and when he heard this, he said unhappily: "What do you mean by this, Your Excellency?
”When those cultivators discussed it before, they only said that who was the head of Qingshan was more likely to be, but they didn't say what they thought.This is not something that everyone is qualified to have an opinion on.The young monk felt that the other party's question was clearly malicious."
Just ask."
Jing Jiu took off his hat and sat down in front of the second monk.When the young monk saw that it was him, he was very surprised, and said happily: "Jing Jiu Immortal Master, it turns out to be you!"
Why are you here?
We meet again. ”Jing Jiu said: "Don't practice closed-mouth meditation?
”The young monk was a little embarrassed and touched his head.The old monk also laughed and said, "When you went to the temple that year, I was still in the north, and when I came back, I heard the disciples say ......"
As he was talking, he suddenly coughed, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper, and he looked very painful.The young monk quickly explained that his master had suffered an internal injury on the side of the snowfield, which was difficult to heal.Jing Jiu looked over and found that the old monk's meridians were invaded by the cold, and some of them withered, and there was really no good way, so he could only raise them for a while.The young monk was talking about the wind chill of the White City, the ugliness of the monsters of the Snow Country, and the mystery of the Sword Saint......
Suddenly, he raised his hand and covered his mouth.Jing Jiu thought to himself, didn't I see the old monk today, let you shut up?
The young monk covered his mouth with his hand, muttered twice, and insisted on refusing to speak.The old monk coughed twice with a smile and said, "After the West Sea, the temple will not allow you to interact with the Qingshan disciples. ”Jing Jiu knew that this was because Liu Ci let go of Taiping Zhenren, and of course he would not stop there with Zenzi's temperament.He said to the young monk, "I am not an ordinary Qingshan disciple, I am a disciple of Shenmo Peak. ”The young monk was right, the relationship between the temple and Qingshan was ordinary, but he was just close to Shenmofeng, so he quickly put down his hand and said, "Immortal Master, what did you mean by asking that question just now?"
”Jing Jiu said: "Being in this mountain, I don't know the true face, and it's good to listen to the thoughts of other factions. ”The young monk didn't think about why he, a young disciple, should care about the person in charge, shook his head, and said directly: "I haven't seen those big names, I don't know any of them, how do I know who is more suitable to be the head of Qingshan." ”Jing Jiu wants to know people, faces, but not hearts, who can say who he really knows except himself?
The young monk asked curiously, "Who do you support?"
Guangyuan Zhenren or Fang Jingtian Peak Lord?
”Jing Jiu said: "I don't know each other, so naturally I don't support it." ”The young monk couldn't understand his words and touched his head with some embarrassment.For some reason, Jing Jiu had always liked this monk and asked him how he was doing with a smile.This level of chilling is already a very rare thing for him.The young monk came to the spirit and told the story of his travels in the world with the master over the years, treating the sick and saving people, whether it was the customs or the bizarre illness, he really explained everything in detail.Where is this up-to-date, this is a memoir.Jing Jiu listened to those chivalrous deeds, those who saved lives and helped the poor, without annoyance, praise, mockery, or answer, just occasionally hummed twice.But it was evident that he was listening very carefully.The old monk smiled at this scene.The attitude shown by Jing Jiu is the realm that the monks of Guocheng Temple like and pursue the most.The morning light finally fell on the peaks, and the bonfire had turned to ashes, so he was about to continue his journey, and the young monk asked, "Master Jing Jiu, are you also going to the Hanging Bell Sect?"
”Jing Jiu said: "Well, but I don't want to identify myself. ”The young monk looked at his face and said, "This is really difficult......
Even if there is a hat to cover it and not to reveal its identity, the Hanging Bell Sect will not let it in, right?
”Jing Jiu said, "If there is a market ahead, I want to go and buy two hats. ”The young monk didn't understand, but the old monk understood, and after pondering for a while, he said, "It's okay." ”………… There is a lake between the mountains of Dongling, and there is a canyon in the east, which ushers in the morning light every day, so it is called dawn.Liming Lake is not as peculiar as Qingshan Bihu Lake, nor is it as vast as Daze's water surface, but it is better than the picturesque scenery on the lakeside.The mountain breeze blows the willow branches, lightly tapping the surface of the water, giving birth to countless ripples.Many willow branches are tied with bells, making a crisp sound, and mixing together is not upsetting, but just calming.The most famous of the Hanging Bell Sect is the Qingxin Bell.The Pure Heart Bell can help practitioners to calm down the evil spirits, and it is an extremely important Dharma weapon for both meditation and fugue.The role of different grades of Qingxin Bell is very different, so each cultivation sect attaches great importance to the Hanging Bell Sect.In addition, because of the Qingshan Sect, the entire cultivation world has been silent for two years, and the Pure Heart Conference is the first major event.There were many sects that came to participate, except for the Zhongzhou faction that closed the mountain, the Wuenmen sect, and the Xihai Sword faction that was destroyed, almost all of them arrived.In addition to providing various grades of pure heart bell appreciation as usual, this Qingxin Conference also has one more thing to celebrate the birthday of the old lady.Interestingly, no one except Lao Taijun herself knows how old she lived.The cultivation world only knew that when she first appeared in the cultivation world, the Mei meeting had not yet opened.Whether it is Qingxin Bell tasting or Lao Taijun's birthday, it is something worth celebrating, but there is no celebratory atmosphere on the shore of Dawn Lake, and it is even a little depressing.The practitioners of each sect understood the reason, and each of them restrained the disciples not to walk freely before the conference, even if it was better not to swim in the lake.
——As the old lady gets older and older, she becomes more and more worried about the future of the Hanging Ling Sect, and is worried that the current sect master, that is, her daughter-in-law Chen, will remarry after her death and give the Hanging Ling Sect to someone with a foreign surname.Many years ago, she had proposed that the Chen family marry a nephew of her husband's family, but she refused without hesitation, and the internal undercurrent of the Hanging Ling Sect became a contradiction in the open after that day, and the old lady used a lot of means to ensure the continuation of the De family's lineage, if it wasn't for Qingshan's support, I was afraid that the Chen family would have been abolished long ago.………… Three monks in hats came to the shores of Lake Dawn.The disciple of the Hanging Ling Sect who was in charge of the reception was naturally a well-informed person, and at a glance, he knew that the other party was from Guocheng Temple, and he felt a little uncomfortable, so he could only welcome the other party in.Guocheng Temple is deeply respected by fellow practitioners in the cultivation world, and if people know that the Hanging Bell Sect has turned away the master of Guocheng Temple, it will inevitably attract a lot of accusations.The reason why this Hanging Bell Sect disciple was uncomfortable was the same reason why the loose cultivator in the broken temple left early - the old lady would never invite the monks of Guocheng Temple to come to participate in the Pure Heart Conference, the other party came here on his own, could it be that he concluded that something would definitely happen to the Pure Heart Conference?
No one could have imagined that things would happen so quickly, or that the table would be overturned so soon.At the welcome banquet that night, the white-haired old lady stood on the main seat with the support of a middle-aged man.There is no Sect Master Chen, and there is no figure of the Young Master of the Hanging Bell Sect.The middle-aged man had a deep realm and a cold breath, but in the eyes of the cultivators of various sects, he was a little unfamiliar.The old lady said indifferently: "Let me introduce you to fellow Daoists, this is my husband's nephew, named Yuanquan." ”Countless eyes fell on this middle-aged man named Deyuanquan.Some people have already guessed that this is the Taoist companion that Lao Taijun originally chose for Sect Master Chen.After a moment of consternation, people finally understood the old lady's intentions, and they couldn't help but be in an uproar!
No matter how powerful the old lady's persecution of Sect Master Chen was, the cultivation world always thought that she was thinking about killing her mother and passing on her grandson.Looking at today's meeting, is she preparing to pass the throne directly to this Deyuanquan?
What about Sect Master Chen and De Sese?
Is it imprisoned, or is it ......
Already dead?
No one spoke, and there was a dead silence.Even if it is a tragic incident of cannibalism, it is the family business of the Hanging Bell Sect after all.It is obvious that Lao Taijun has completely controlled the Hanging Bell Sect, and others can't control it, and they don't dare to manage it.At this time, as if there was some kind of tacit understanding, countless lines of sight left Deyuan Spring and threw themselves to a certain place in the hall.It was the best location in the hall.The people from the Aoyama Sect sat there.The leader was Elder He Bumu of Shiyue Peak, and he was accompanied by Lin Yingliang and other young disciples.Why don't you usually plant herbs in the peaks, refine pills, and occasionally come forward to preside over the Sword Inheritance Conference, which is not well-known in the cultivation world.Looking at his appearance and bearing, everyone felt that this was a loyal and silent old man.What will the Castle Peak Sect say?"
What about Sect Master Chen?"
There was no emotional change on He Bumu's face, but the question was very direct.The old lady said expressionlessly: "Chen was seriously ill a few days ago, and it was inconvenient for him to come out to meet guests. ”He Bumu said: "In that case, I want to go and visit." ”The old lady Jun Muran said: "There is a difference between men and women, and it is inconvenient. ”That's tough.Why don't you Mu said, "What about the young sect master?
”The old lady said: "Cersei has to take care of her mother, and she has no time to meet guests. ”He Bumu stood up, looked at the old lady and said, "You must know that there have only been three guests in Shenmo Peak for many years, Tong Yan, Bai Zao, and the young sect master. ”The old lady said expressionlessly, "Elder He has something to say. ”He Bumu said: "She can't be fine. ”The old lady was still expressionless, and said: "Young people like to play, and it's normal to knock a little, is it because of this that Zhao Layue is going to kill the old body with a sword?"
”He Bumu was silent for a while, looked at the middle-aged man named Deyuanquan, and said, "You......
Do you want to die?
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