The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 89: New lake, ruined temple, starry sky

　　 There is a verdant valley on the banks of the East China Sea. There is a bottomless cave in the valley. The cave is filled with mist and gusts of wind. It is the Tongtianjing that is as famous as the Mingquan secret realm.

　　 In order to prevent the powerful underworld and even the army from crawling out of the Tongtianjing and causing harm to the human world, extremely powerful restrictions are arranged around here.

　　 Back then, the East China Sea God Ni even built Shuiyue Temple not far away.

　　 So although the scenery is excellent, it has never been a scenic spot.

　　 Jing Jiu stood on the edge of the cliff, looking inside with his hands on his back, like a tourist.

　　The yin wind swirls the mist, forming countless turbulences and vortexes in the open courtyard, which is more terrifying than the wind in the sky.

　　As far as 　　 can see, there is darkness, and it is impossible to see what is underneath.

　　 Jing Jiu remembered that he had never been to the underworld.

　　 I have been there now.

　　 As stated in the book, there are 13 floors in Tongtianjing.

　　 He suddenly felt something and looked back into the distance.

　　 The green hill is in that direction.

　　 He looked over there quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

A yin breeze overflows from the 　　 open patio.

　　He stretched out his right hand, as if an invisible object fell on his palm.

　　 He used his spiritual sense to perceive for a moment, and some emotions appeared in his eyes.

　　Different from the idea of ​​the Emperor of the Underworld, the underworld did not immediately welcome the new emperor after learning the news of his passing, but fell into chaos.

　　Master Hades wants to suppress the rebels and negotiates with other forces, which is already a mess.

　　 But maybe all of this is in the plan of the Emperor, and long-term stability is often based on a real chaos.

　　 When the chaos in the underworld is over and a new king is ushered in, he will find time to go down in person and send the Seal of the Underworld back.

　　If you change to a senior, he will definitely choose a new Emperor, but he will not do that.

　　 This is a matter of the underworld, and it should be decided by the underworld.

　　 Jing Jiu turned and left.

The 　　tong courtyard is surrounded by prohibitions, with talisman paper pasted on the cliff, and scriptures left by the eminent monks of Guocheng Temple.

　　 The yin wind and his stay naturally shocked some people.

　　 It didn't take long for several young girls with beautiful faces to fly to the edge of the cliff. They looked around with vigilance, but found nothing unusual.

　　"Master Anli is asked to inform the various factions, I am afraid that a very powerful Underworld monster has sneaked up from the Tongtianjing."

The girl headed by 　　 worriedly said: "It can't be said that I have an idea about the longevity immortal urn of the Zhongzhou school. I just hope that nothing big will happen."

　　 They didn't know that the person they were worried about had already arrived in Shuiyue'an at this time.

　　Shuiyuean is on the side of Aogu, if the temple is divided into the former temple and the backyard, it is also divided into the inner and outer courtyards. The outer courtyard is responsible for secular affairs, and the inner courtyard is the real place.

　　 Jing Jiu fell deep in the nunnery and didn't alarm anyone, because there was already a small sedan chair waiting for him.

　　 In the small sedan chair is the Supreme Elder of Shuiyue'an.

　　 He knew what the other person meant, but he didn't stop talking to the other person, just nodded.

　　 Except for the Lord An and the Supreme Elder, no one knew that he had come to Shuiyue An.

　　 The process of the Xihai Rebellion three years ago has been spread.

　　 Everyone thought they were dead in the winter.

　　 If people know that he was returned to Shuiyue'an during the winter, they will definitely think of him as the elder Aoyama who took her away in Xihai.

　　This matter itself doesn't matter. Isn't the Qingshan Sect still afraid of questions from the Xihai Sword Sect?

　　 The key is that in order to avoid the sword of the sword **** Xihai, Jing Jiu used the Netherworld Immortal Sword.

　　 Those pictures and details remind the interested person of the figure in Chaoge that escaped from the town of magic prison to the sky, and even the blue dragon did not catch up.

　　Zhongzhou faction has long determined that the figure is related to the death of Canglong. If he knew it was him, it would cause a lot of trouble.

　　 At least it would be impossible for him to take that fairy urn.

　　 This time he went to Zhongzhou to participate in the questioning meeting, and he might be exposed in the end, but he should have taken the immortal urn in his hand by then, so it didn't matter.

　　 A large round window was opened on the wall of the Zen room, and the bottom edge has reached the ground, which is obviously newly chiseled.

　　 There is a lake outside the round window, and there are many precious flowers and trees densely growing by the lake.

　　 It’s late autumn, and it is still like spring all year round, with flowers and trees in full bloom.

　　The lake was newly dug, and the trees were also newly moved.

　　 The trees outside the window are too dense, and the picture presented is naturally not as clear and beautiful as Sanqianantang.

　　 If this is also a fan, the artist's standard is obviously much worse.

　　 Jing Jiu took a look, thinking that this kind of thing is really not suitable for you.

　　 Of course he wouldn't say these thoughts, he pushed his wheelchair out of the meditation room and came to the lake.

　　When I came to the lake, the flowers and trees that I could see were no longer as dense and clearer.

　　 After the winter, he gave a satisfied hum, and said: "Tomorrow I will have people cut down these trees."

　　 Jing Jiu thought that if all the trees were cut down, a bald lake would not be very interesting.

　　 There was a sudden wind, and a rain of flowers fell on the crabapple tree and sprinkled them on the two of them.

　　In the three years in the world, he has not encountered anything with the winter.

　　When encountering things, it is not often that things are waiting for you, but you are looking for things by yourself.

　　I used to be **** during the winter, and it is still **** now, but countless years have passed, those chivalrous things have long been done, and I no longer look for things like they did in the past.

　　 Zhao Layue still had a sense of freshness back then, and Fusijian would only be stained with so much blood.

　　 It doesn't matter what kind of Jing Jiu is, just staying quietly.

　　 Thinking of Zhao Layue, the subtle feeling from before appeared again, Jing Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

　　 There is not much water and weeds in the new lake, and the fish swim weakly.

　　 Over the winter, I looked at the lake and asked: "What's the matter?"

　　 Jing Jiu said, "I'm leaving now."

　　 Over the winter, he thought about it and said, "Take care."

　　Jingjiu can leave directly from Tongtianjing and make a special trip back to Shuiyuean, just to say goodbye to her.

　　With the temperament of spending the winter, I should say not to send it. The reason why I said take care is because I know he will come back again.

　　 with the immortal pot of longevity.

　　 Jing Jiu pushed her back to the meditation room and left.

　　 spent the winter in a wheelchair and looked out the window without looking back.

　　 The flower trees outside the window are really too dense.

　　 She raised her eyebrows, a little unhappy, and let someone cut it off.

The 　　 flower trees were cut down and then transported away.

　　 There is an open space in front of my eyes.

　　 Over the winter, looking at the clouds in the sky, he was silent.

　　 White clouds came out of the lake, leaving a shadow in the verdant valley.

　　 Jing Jiu walked out of the temple, stopped, looked up at the sky, and at the clouds.

　　……

　　……

　　 There is an unnamed wild mountain in a certain place, and there is a ruined temple in the mountain.

　　 In the late autumn, everything is dead, the mountain road is covered by weeds, no tourists pass by at all, but there are many people in the ruined temple tonight.

　　 Compared with the human world, the spiritual world has many conventions of its own.

　　 An uninhabited wild mountain temple, once a bonfire is lit, practitioners will gather like moths.

　　 Of course, the prerequisite is safety.

　　 Not far from Yunmeng Mountain, it is already on the edge of the big formation, naturally no evil spirits dare to make trouble here.

　　The bonfire will bring warmth to people, psychologically, and here you can exchange messages and exchange information.

　　 is like a restaurant or brothel on earth.

　　There were people sitting beside the fire in the ruined temple.

　　 Most people wear hats and don’t want to be known about their identity.

　　The three bald heads in the crowd are even more eye-catching.

　　 The three simple-dressed monks came from Guocheng Temple, and people consciously gave up their best positions.

　　 "Tonight is a rare excitement." Someone said with a smile.

　　The number of practitioners is very small. It is very difficult to meet a fellow practitioner on weekdays. Often the bonfire is lit overnight and no one comes to visit. How can it be that there are so many people gathered today.

　　The reason for this is naturally because of the upcoming questioning meeting of the Zhongzhou Sect. Whether they are invited or not, many monks will come to watch the excitement.

　　 It is of course that people talk about this important event, and what they pay most attention to is the questioning meeting that determines the belonging of the immortal urn.

　　 They didn't even think about that longevity immortal urn, but they were happy to talk about it.

　　 The names of many talented ascetics were mentioned, and they kept going back and forth in the flames.

　　"Xi Yiyun is really strong..."

　　 Someone said: "He is a direct disciple of Bu Qiuxiao, the lord of Yimaozhai. He has studied hard for 20 years. It is said that he has been recognized by the treasure of Zhenzhai, just like the king of Ming Dynasty."

　　 "I heard that the Hanging Bell Sect is also very good. Of course it is not Sect Master De Shao. She just plays with her every day, and her level is too slow."

　　"Who is Qingshan Jianzong going to this time? Is it still You Siluo after Nanshan?"

　　"You are really blocked from news, haven't you heard that Zhao Layue will participate?"

　　 "The news of you is not fast... you don't even know that Zhuo Rusui has defeated Zhao Layue."

　　"Who do you say? Zhuo Rusui? That little monster who began to retreat when he started?"

　　 There was an exclamation in the ruined temple, and the fire was shaking uneasy.

　　People are discussing this with excitement.

　　 There was a man wearing a hat, hiding in the shadow in the corner, very inconspicuous.

　　 No matter what these practitioners said before, the person didn't respond until he heard that Zhao Layue lost to Zhuo Rusui, did Li hat move.

　　 "At that time, Zhuo Rusui was talking about the uncle Jingyang master's unique skills in the line of Tianguangfeng. Look at this arrogance, but Zhao Layue is not in your eyes."

　　 The well-informed casual repairman said: "After he won, he was even more arrogant. He pointed to Zhao Layue's nose and said, can you inherit the mantle of the master uncle?"

　　 Someone sneered and said: "You just continue to compile it. At first glance, it is ignorant. Zhao Layue is the master of the gods and the aunt of Zhuo Rusui. No matter how arrogant he is, he said such things and did such things. Are you afraid of being slashed by the old man Jianlu?"

　　 The shaved face was reddish, and said: "I also listened to people telling me that even if the details are different... even if you don't point to your nose... the meaning is always the same."

　　 Someone said: "Neither Zhuo Rusui nor Zhao Layue makes any sense. This questioning conference is obviously already scheduled."

　　"What's the answer to this fellow Daoist?" someone asked.

　　 "You and I all know that this time the rule is that only one person can be sent to each faction, so why does Zhongzhou faction not abide by the rules? Whether it is Tong Yan or Bai Zao, they will not be weaker than Zhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue. I heard that this time there is a mysterious person who will fight one by one. Who do you think will win?"

　　 The man shook his head and said, “If it’s an internal decision, why doesn’t the Zhongzhou faction keep the immortal urn for its own use? Do you want to do something more? Don’t guess with the heart of a villain. The Zhongzhou faction can become a righteous leader, of course. The reason is that Sword Sect Qingshan always almost meant it, never willing to deal with the little factions like us, it was too arrogant."

　　 People thought about the daily life style of the Qingshan Sect, and it was true, and they all nodded.

　　 Someone said: "Qingshan arrogance is naturally qualified for arrogance, because strength is so strong."

　　 "Now that the two Qingshan Sects are through the sky, there are many strong people in the sea-breaking realm. I am afraid that they are already above the Zhongzhou faction. Why can't the momentum be overwhelmed?"

　　 "Naturally because there are white immortals in the Zhongzhou School."

　　 "Are there real Jingyang people in Qingshan?"

　　"The white fairy left the immortal urn to protect the world, and the real Jingyang left nothing."

　　 The man looked around and said in a low voice: "I heard that not only did he leave nothing, he also took away some treasures from the Qingshan Sect. I heard that there are many people in the Jiufeng Peaks of Qingshan who have very opinions on this matter, but When the Qingshan Sect had something to do, the real Jingyang didn’t care about it, no matter what he would leave for Qingshan after his ascension."

　　The three monks have been silent,

　　 A monk lowered his head, unable to see his face.

　　 An elderly monk is resting with his eyes closed.

　　 Listening to these words, the younger monk blushed more and more until he couldn't help it, and finally gave the old monk a little lightly.

　　 The old monk opened his eyes, looked at him and smiled, and said: "Just talk if you want."

　　 The young monk took a deep breath, looked at the practitioners, and shouted, "You idiots!"

　　 Everyone was stunned, wondering what happened to the master of Guocheng Temple?

　　 The young monk stood up, looked at the man and said, "You said that the real Jingyang took away Qingshan’s treasures, but have you ever thought that those treasures were originally the real people’s own? You said that no matter what happened to Qingshan, Real people don’t care about anything, but have you ever thought that when anyone wants to deal with Qingshan, don’t you dare not think about him?"

　　 Hearing this, people felt ridiculous at first, and then they woke up. You must know that the first half of the young monk's sentence can be refuted, but the second half...

　　 The two hundred years before the ascension of the real Jingyang, can be said to be the best time in the history of Qingshan, and there has never been any real crisis.

　　 Why? Because Zhenyang Jingyang is the person with the highest realm in Chaotian Continent.

　　Although he has spent many years staying in the Peak of God, and has never paid attention to world affairs, he is still the person with the highest realm.

　　 As long as he is there, no one dares to covet Qingshan.

　　The truth is so simple, but no matter it is the practitioners in the world or the many people in the green mountains, they have never wanted to understand it.

　　 or because they don’t want to think about it.

The fact of 　　 is very emotional.

　　The ruined temple became very quiet.

　　 No one noticed that the man in the hat had left in the shadow corner.

　　The man came to the mountain, jumped to the top of the tree, moved his fingers lightly, and countless branches fell silently~IndoMTL.com~ naturally formed a platform.

　　He took out the bamboo chair and put it on the platform, took off his hat, and lay on it.

　　 Tonight the wind is very strong, it is rustling, blowing the clouds extremely clean, and the stars are very dazzling.

　　 The starlight fell on his face, still perfect, without any emotions.

　　What those people said in the broken temple had no effect on his mood.

　　The mountain wind became bigger and bigger, the branches shook slightly, the platform was not in danger of overturning, but the bamboo chair made a creaking sound.

　　 Jing Jiu thought that it would be repaired again. I don't know if he planted bamboo in Guocheng Temple at the age of ten, otherwise he can send it to him to repair it.

　　 The night wind roared, the tree shook slightly, and the stars and mountains in my eyes seemed to be moving, somewhat dreamy.

　　 If you want to paint this scene, you need a good painter.

　　 This reminded him of the monk with his head down in the ruined temple.

　　 He Zhan is really here tonight.

　　 Then he looked at the green hills in the distance.

　　The longevity immortal urn is very attractive.

　　 He calculated that Zhuo Rusui would leave the customs, but he didn't expect Zhao Layue to lose to him.

　　 At Shenmo Peak, he told her several times that he could not lose.

　　 Why did you lose?

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