Beyond the Divine States Chapter 393: : Ansi

The dense leaves in the forest were scattered with broken blades. The middle-aged Taoist was clutching his sea of ​​anger, and blood was struggling to spill out from his fingers. He shuddered at the white-clothed fairy, with shock and fear in his heart.

He never thought that there would be five real people in such remote places.

When did the Yujian Tianzong come out of these characters?

He Guang... He Guang still knows him?

The next question he asked was even more confusing...Is the Hehuan Sect lacking a good suzerain? What is he going to do? Although Hehuan Sect also claims to be famous, they know that they are far from the real famous big sect. After all, the whole sect is up and down, but the two purple court monks are less than the fifth floor.

Why does the fairy ask such a question?

He Guang also looked at him. He recognized the other person. It was the disciple who chatted with him at the Four Peaks Grand Competition. A large part of his swordsmanship was taught by him. He... five realms? how could it be possible?

He had already guessed that the disciple he was chatting with was extraordinary, but he didn't expect it to be so extraordinary.

It's just that I can't think of his name anyway.

Ning Changjiu looked at him, still waiting for an answer.

He Guang finally understood. He raised his **** hands with a sword tied with difficulty, and clasped his fists, saying: "The current lord of the Hehuan Sect is atrocities and innocent. I hope that the immortal can be fair to my Sect." /

Ning Changjiu nodded slightly, looked at the people behind, and asked:

"Where are you?"

The disciples of the Taoist robe who came to chase and kill them all lowered their hands. Chi Qin was also shocked, crouching on her knees, and she took the lead and said: "The lord has gone against the law, and the daughter disciple is the cauldron. According to the fate of the whole family Yes, I implore the fairy to uphold justice for our sect!"

Chi Qin's words are sonorous, and the other disciples don't have a good impression of the suzerain. At this moment, under the weight of fear and shock, they also tremble together: "I implore the immortal to be fair to my suzerain!"

Ning Changjiu nodded, his words were flat, "Since everyone is petitioning, let me take a trip."

……

In the main hall of the Hehuan Sect, the lord is still sitting arrogantly, and several female disciples are kneeling in the hall. The female disciples know that the lord is now furious, and everyone is frightened and afraid to speak.

The lord has lived for nearly a hundred years, his face is not old, but he always feels sick. He is wearing a large robe, sitting with his elbows on his elbows, his face is serious, and the two maids around him are carefully serving.

In the quiet hall, a young man in his twenties ran in. The young man with his hands on his hips, with an impatient look on his face, yelled as soon as he came in, "Why there is no news! Uncle Master!" Anyway, it is a great monk in the Purple Court realm, how can it take so long to catch a disciple?"

The suzerain’s words implied majesty, "Don’t worry, He Guang can’t run away."

"Of course I know he can't escape! Humph, Chi Qin is my Taoist companion. I lost the Taoist Temple Competition. The Taoist companion was abducted and humiliated! He can't be rectified for a moment. , I can’t rest my mind for a moment!” The young man was furious, and said: “Father, or let me take the sword to chase after him, I’m going to kill him!”

The lord did not say coldly: "Okay, don't add to the chaos, I have ordered him to capture it alive, and it will be handed over to you at that time."

The young man's mood calmed down a bit, and he was just talking about it. After all, if he did go, if the kid forcibly changed his life, I am afraid it would be really dangerous.

The female disciples kneeling on the ground exchanged looks. They all knew that this little suzerain was not abiding by the rules, and then his suzerain not only shielded him, but also killed the real leader... but they only dared to say His eyes express dissatisfaction, and dare not say a word.

But even the weak mutual eyesight was seen by this arrogant little suzerain. He pointed to the kneeling female monk on the ground and sneered: "What do you think?"

"The disciple doesn't dare." The female monk knocked her head immediately.

The little master said proudly: "Hmph, although you are monks, since you are in the Acacia Sect, don't think you are some kind of fairies. You will all be slaves and cauldrons of this young master in the future."

The female monks lowered their heads, each gritted their teeth, but the supreme master was overwhelmed, and they did not have the courage to draw a sword at all.

When the little lord was content, there was a restless sound from outside, and the joy on his face suddenly turned into ecstasy, knowing that the uncle must have returned triumphantly.

The sect master's perception is farther, but his complexion changes slightly.

"I'm going to welcome the uncle back! Today, the young master is going to kill that He Guangliwei! Hmph, Chi Qin's girl who doesn't know what is good or bad actually ran with him, see if I don't want to teach her a lesson!" Proudly walked outside the door.

The master's stern shout suddenly sounded: "Close the door! Close the door!"

"What?" Little Sect Master was taken aback for a moment, but didn't react.

The lord ignored him, took a breath of spiritual energy, and slapped the palm of his hand. The heavy door suddenly closed, the candle in the temple shook, and it was plunged into darkness.

The little master took a few steps back in fright. He stroked his chest and said: "Father...Father, what are you doing?"

Sect Master frowned, he stared outside the temple, vaguely saw a vague figure, that figure was indifferent and ethereal, but it made him feel great fear at a glance.

"This...Is there an enemy coming?"

"Or did the uncle betrayed?"

"Ah!"

The little lord was flustered, and accidentally tripped over a female cultivator in the dark. He slapped her face angrily and said angrily: "You, do you want to murder the future lord?"

The female sister held her cheeks and immediately apologized, "The disciple dare not."

The little sect master recovered a bit of calm, he immediately thought that there was a large formation in the sect, and this Hehuan Palace had countless institutions, even if there were enemies, he would definitely not be able to get here!

The thought came up, and a white light shone on his face without warning.

There was a loud thunder in my ears—it was the sound of the door being pushed open.

This voice fell in the ears of the father and son of the overlord, which was nothing short of shocking, and it made the liver tremble.

The female disciples were surprised and turned their heads. The light was too bright, and they all subconsciously stretched out their hands to block the light. After the pupils adjusted to the brightness, they finally saw the person coming-it was a young boy with beautiful eyes and beautiful white clothes. The snow, ink hair, and clothes fluttered and curled, all like soft clouds outside the sky.

He stood in the light, took away all the light, came to the temple, and illuminated the boundless darkness.

This moment is extremely long.

The female disciples will always remember this scene.

The immortals in their eyes are tantamount to demons in the eyes of the big and small sect masters.

The moment Ning Changjiu entered the temple, the lord immediately pressed the switch next to the seat.

"Be careful!"

A female disciple exclaimed.

Ning Changjiu quietly looked at the black sect master of the Yintang and shook his head.

Countless flying swords and magical instruments turned into white lines, pressing against Ning Changjiu like a storm, and instantly enveloped his lonely figure.

Ning Changjiu glanced at them.

Everything is still.

He walked forward.

The lake where the hidden weapon converges is separated to both sides.

The flying sword wailed, the bronze bell trembled, the poison dart flew backwards, and the chain broke every inch.

The lord was shocked. He didn't know whether he should try his best to throw his sword or kneel down to beg for mercy at this moment. He didn't have much room to think, and the white shadow came to him instantly.

"You...who are you?" Sect Master said in fear.

"You are acting against you, I follow everyone's heart, so..." Ning Changjiu's words paused, and slowly said: "You abdicate."

Sect Master Hehuan was shocked and puzzled. He knew that the opponent's strength was far above him, but the opponent did not say anything to kill him... It seems that there is still room for dealing with this matter...

He was still thinking. There was a pain in the upper part of his abdomen. He lowered his head and saw a sword inserted in, penetrating his qi hole.

The majestic spirit of the purple court rushed out, and filled the hall with the screams of the lord.

This scream made the little lord completely scared. He didn't bother to investigate the identity of the other party. He knelt on the ground decisively, yelling for mercy.

The Sect Master Hehuan rolled down from the main hall, clutching his abdomen, and screamed.

Ning Changjiu slowly turned his head and looked at the young man who was kneeling on his head and kowtow with blood. He didn't say anything, but there was already a sword pierced through the back of the little lord.

Sect Master screamed and turned back, looking back along the sword.

It was no one else who killed herself. It was the female cultivator who had just been slapped by her. Her eyes were full of hatred, and her sword was still shaking.

"You... how dare you treat me..."

Before he finished speaking, other kneeling female sisters drew up their swords, rushed on them, and stabbed him to death.

Ning Changjiu stood in front of the lord's seat, but did not sit down. He looked down at what was happening in the temple. The blood leaked out with the shadow of the sword, the light and the sword, and the hall at the junction of light and dark looked extremely dazzling.

He knows that there are many such sects and sect masters in the world.

The disciples will be restrained by the lord, but what about the lord? Where are the rules in the world to control them?

The aloof Heaven will only punish those'devil heads' who have violated itself, and even if he overthrows the original Heavenly Way and prevents the dark day from coming, what new order can he establish to prevent the world from being present all the time. The'dark day' that is happening.

Ning Changjiu felt a little tired.

The disciples outside also rushed in. They watched what happened in the temple, and shouted excitedly after a brief silence. Both He Guang and Chi Qin were drowned in the crowd.

They were excited about the death of the tyrant, calling for the arrival of the fairy, and shouting long live the lord.

So Ning Changjiu, who was standing in front of the seat, had to sit on it.

The fairy can't help.

……

After a long time, the hall went quiet, the noon sun had shifted, and the ground was quietly swept by the light, without a trace of blood, as if nothing had happened.

Ning Changjiu became the overlord of the Hehuan Sect.

This is his past joke, but he didn't expect it to become a truth.

The female disciples eagerly wanted to serve the immortal, but they were all rejected by him. Soon, the saying of "the new suzerain who is not close to female sex" spread among the disciples.

Ning Changjiu flipped through the complete yin and yang grand ceremony with calm eyes.

The stream of light swims in the dark, and as his gestures flow into his sleeves, the world shows yin and yang in his eyes. The yin is not clear, and the yang is not muddy. They are all pure and extremely pure. The symbol of is the flowing world, summarizing the origin of heaven and earth.

"That's how it is."

Ning Changjiu closed the scroll.

He has always had doubts about his encounter with He Guang.

This is a big cause and effect, but he has been wondering what the crux of the cause and effect is.

After reading the yin and yang grand ceremony, he finally understood.

It turned out that this was also one of the secrets I wrote back then. I don’t know why it was spread here, but it was practiced crooked by other monks, and it was beaten into an inferior exercise.

And one of his own lives is the founder of the Hehuan Sect.

He is the ancestor of all Acacia sects in the world.

Ning Changjiu was a little unacceptable for a while, but after thinking about it, it seemed logical.

Hehuan Zong Dangxing?

He smiled faintly, picked up the pen, and drafted a new introductory exercise for the young disciples.

The handwriting is eloquent.

After he finished writing, he came to the outside of the temple, and walked into the crowd without anyone else.

No one can see him.

The Hehuan Sect was in chaos, and the disciples were impassioned, and many elders and monks were pulled out to list one evil deed.

Ning Changjiu watched what happened quietly.

He shouldn't care about these things, but as the lord of a sect, he is of course responsible for the sect.

There are good people among those who are tied up, and there are also bad people among those who are outraged by righteous indignation. His lunar eye can clearly distinguish all this.

After Ning Chang has dealt with everything in detail, it is already near dusk.

Just as Ning Changjiu wanted to leave temporarily and head to the Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom, a disciple rushed over, his respectful words were panicked: "Report to the lord, during the previous chaos, an elder took advantage of the chaos and escaped. I went, the disciples went after but didn’t catch it, Sect Master, do you want to..."

Ning Changjiu raised his hand.

He shook his head slightly.

"Let him go."

The disciple nodded, knowing that all this must be within the fairy's expectation.

When the sun touched the horizon and the crimson light came through, Ning Changjiu walked away with his sword and headed to the Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom.

The journey was unimpeded. He only felt a little fettered by fate when he passed Linhe City. But there is only one point.

When the sun sank completely into the horizon, Ning Changjiu came to the familiar imperial city.

Before he left, Xianger gave the throne to several ministers headed by Song Fang, who allowed them to form a group on their own and select the head.

This is Song's first year in power, and everything about Zhao is in order.

But even in the most prosperous times, many people starved to death.

Ning Changjiu saw the old Taoist priest again in a dark and narrow alley. The old Taoist was sitting on a short chair with a broken flag supporting a broken flag. He looked at the people passing by and yelled a few words from time to time. , More often than not sitting in a daze.

Ning Changjiu was very ear-sighted, and he heard the whispers of many people before he walked into the alley.

"This smelly Taoist priest can't be driven away no matter what..."

"Who knows, there is no such kind of Taoist priest. The lottery is all signed, isn't it disgusting?"

"It is said that he was still a master before."

"Senior? Just like him? The threshold of this expert is too low, right?"

"Shall we sue the government?"

These words can also be heard clearly by the veteran.

Because there is a voice-producing little devil lying on his shoulders, and the little devil conveys the grievances and vicious hearts into the ears of the old Taoist. The old Taoist is expressionless, sitting numbly, wearing a shabby robe shabbyly. On the body.

The old Taoist was really upset when he heard it, so he chanted the Evil Sutra, but instead of scaring away the little ghosts, this verse made more little ghosts rushing around and laughing loudly.

These ghosts are the dead souls inside and outside of Zhao Guocheng in these years.

Some of them are faceless ghosts, some are gaspers, and there are many evil ghosts.

They cling to the old Taoist like a flea, sucking his qi and blood, as well as the evil thoughts of passers-by.

The old Taoist chanted the scriptures and tried several famous scriptures, but to no avail.

He has endured this torture for many years.

The sun fell to the bottom of the valley, the light disappeared, but the wrinkles on his face became denser.

Several soldiers were led over, what they said to the old man, the crowd roared and pushed him away.

The old man lifted up his stool like a walking dead, carried it on his back, and walked away precariously, with a funny look. When he left, he still said vaguely "sin" and "retribution". word.

The old Taoist returned to his house.

A few years ago, he was one of the top three well-known photographers in the imperial city. He was ordered to go to the capital to treat a concubine surnamed Zhao to a concubine, and he was inexplicably troubled by bad luck.

In three years, he spent all his savings and even sold the original big house. Now he has to rent and live in this dilapidated house, numb to death.

The old Taoist man has white beard and hair. He sat stupefly by the window, staring at the night imperial city. In the darkness behind him, those vulture-like little ghosts jumped up and down, exulting.

He was silent for a long time, then suddenly yelled frantically, and grabbed his throat, his veins violent and his pupils bulging.

He is going to choke himself to death.

It was also at this time that a knock on the door sounded loudly.

The crisp sound prevented everything from happening in time.

The old Taoist recovered, and for a while, he touched his neck, and fell into fear again.

After a long time, he went to open the door.

"Who are you..."

The old Taoist looked at the white-clothed boy standing at the door and asked hoarsely. Then, his pupils shrank slightly, "It's you?!"

He remembered the identity of the other party.

Ning Changjiu nodded, "I still owe the old man a copper coin, and I will pay it back today."

……

The old man stood dumbly for a while, letting go, and Ning Changjiu walked into the house. The little ghosts disappeared like a scorching sun, and the darkness of the original dance of demons was instantly quiet.

The old Taoist sat down swayingly, and repeated the words: "Blame you, blame you! If it weren't for you at the time, why did I fall into this field! You, why are you looking for it now? I..."

Ning Changjiu looked at him peacefully. He took out a copper coin from his arms, handed it to the old man, and said, "I'm here to pay the money."

"Repay the money?" The old Taoist hesitated for a while.

"Hmm."

"I don't remember." The old Taoist shook his head.

Ning Changjiu put the money on the table and asked: "Why does the old gentleman blame me?"

The old Taoist is skinny and buried in a chair.

He looked at Ning Changjiu blankly, and said, "I don't remember either."

Ning Changjiu said: "Sir, but it doesn't matter, I might be able to help you."

"Help me?" The old Taoist smiled faintly: "How can you help me? What can you help me?"

Ning Changjiu said seriously: "Help you live well as a person, instead of looking like a human and a ghost now."

The old Taoist stared at him for a while, and said: "How do you help me?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Tell me what you have experienced, I will help you find the source of the disaster, and then cut it off."

"The source..." The old Taoist murmured, suddenly showing a look of horror. He stood up from his chair and pointed at Ning Changjiu and shouted: "I know you, a Taoist priest, have some skill. But you, can you afford it?!"

Ning Changjiu looked at the muddy pupils of the old Taoist, he vaguely guessed something, sighed, and said: "What did the empress give you back then?"

Thunder seemed to fall silently. The old Taoist's body instantly stiffened. He looked out the window in horror, immediately got up, drew the curtains up, and shivered in the corner.

Ning Changjiu calmed him down with the Qingjing Jingjing, and continued to ask: "But it doesn't matter what you say, the empress is not in the imperial city or in the sky."

The old Taoist said coldly: "How dare you say this? Do you think you are a fairy? If you are a fairy, why can't you guess the intention of the empress?"

Ning Chang thought for a moment.

This is also the problem he is facing now. He has entered the Five Realms, but he can't guess what the old Taoist thinks and thinks in front of him. This is very unreasonable. How can an ordinary person escape the detection of immortals?

"I really can't guess." Ning Changjiu said sincerely: "I would like to ask the veteran to help."

He knew that there were many old Taoists who entered the imperial city at that time, and many of them died violently.

"What if I didn't say it?" Old and humane.

"Then I have to leave." Ning Changjiu got up and wanted to leave.

"Wait!" The old Taoist immediately panicked. He looked at the coin and said: "Can you really save my life?"

Ning Chang thought for a long time and said: "I will try my best. I only hope that the old man will treat each other with sincerity."

The old Taoist hesitated for a long time, and finally slowly said: "The way to hide your thoughts is very simple, that is...put your thoughts in a box."

……

Ning Changjiu looked at the wooden box on the table, lost in thought.

This is what the old Taoist found out from the corner.

"That's it." The old Taoist words were tired and motionless.

Ning Changjiu opened the box.

It was an ordinary box with ordinary texture and ordinary structure. The only special thing was that after the box was opened, what was hidden inside was still a box.

A box is surrounded by a box.

A few insignificant letters are stuffed between each box as a cover.

Just one layer on top of another.

This is not so special. When many people in Zhao State give gifts, they also like to use this kind of box to hide the gift in the middle for fun.

It's such a simple structure, it really conceals it from him.

Ning Changjiu found it incredible.

He took the small box out of the big box, flicked away the useless letters, and repeated the cycle. When the box got smaller and smaller, Ning Changjiu had actually seen the deepest letter with the eyes of the yin, and also clearly saw the letter above. Text.

He had anticipated the content of the text, but he was not surprised.

He was more interested in this box.

He disassembled the last box, took the letter out, and read it again.

"Reverse the disaster scriptures, lead Ecuador into the city, and kill Zhao Xianger."

……

Yu Jian Tianzong.

Lu Jiajia and Yazhu talked for half a day, and Yazhu talked about all the big and small things that had happened in the clan in the past three years.

It was getting dark, and Ning hadn't returned for a long time.

Lu Jiajia is unhappy, thinking about where he will go to fool around...

At this moment, a white dove flew over and stopped on Yazhu's shoulder.

Yazhu untied the letter on the pigeon's leg and read it again, her eyebrows frowned.

"What's wrong?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Yazhu said: "Here came an elder from the Hehuan Sect. He came to file a complaint, saying that a demon came from the sect, killed the lord, and usurped the throne without authorization. Sword Tianzong is the righteous sect of Nanzhou, so he Fleeing here desperately, I hope we will be fair to him."

"There is such an arrogant demon in Nanzhou?" Lu Jiajia was a little surprised.

Yazhu condensed his eyebrows for a while, and said: "I don't know, the Sect Master of Acacia really does not have a good reputation, but at any rate it is a monk in the Purple Court, how could he be easily killed?"

"Hehuan Sect..." Lu Jiajia suddenly thought of something and asked: "Does the letter say what the demon looks like?"

After reading the letter, Yazhu said: "Yes, it is said that he is a man in white. He is very young and looks like he is less than twenty years old."

"..." Lu Jia married silently.

"What's the matter?" Yazhu vaguely sensed an anger rising beside him.

Lu Jia's face is as usual, and he said: "The cultivator of the Purple Ting Realm will kill him if he says to kill. The new Sovereign of the Hehuan Sect is indeed the devil."

Yazhu also felt a headache, "We are orthodox leaders. It stands to reason that this matter is to be seen. It is innocent, but if it is really a vicious evil demon..."

"I'll go." Lu Jiajia said.

"What?" Yazhu was slightly surprised.

Lu Jiajia has a cold voice and said: "I will come out in person and visit the new suzerain."