The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu reached out and asked the old monk to sit down.

The old monk explained a few words softly.

It turned out that Guocheng Temple heard about this, and was worried that the practitioners would have conflicts in order to fight for the treasure, and their injuries would be too tragic.

Jingjiu feels normal, because Guocheng Temple is this style.

If you are new to these, you may find these doctors and monks too pedantic, well-known, and even seem to be arrogant.

But Guocheng Temple has been arrogant for thousands of years, then it will inevitably be respected by the entire world, including the Hades.

"How about you?" The old monk asked.

Jingjiu said, "Just look, Dongfu is not real. It's a prank."

The old monk understood that this kind of thing often happened in the past.

Before some of the seniors could fly up or disappear, they liked to make some fake caves to joke with the younger generations.

The old monk said a little puzzled, "But ... Jingyang is not such a person."

But ... the real person likes it.

Jing Jiu thought.

The mountain breeze blew, and the fire in the temple was blown away.

More than a dozen monks rose up and ran outside the temple, looking towards somewhere in the mountains.

Under the night dome, there is a faint light flashing like water, and the wind starts from there.

"Dongfu is about to open!"

"Go ahead!"

There were still a few practitioners who could not help but entered the area of ​​twenty miles before the Dongfu opened.

As several swords illuminated the night sky, more practitioners appeared in the surrounding mountains.

Jing Jiu swept up with the wind and fell on top of a big tree, looking into the distance, silent.

That year, the man said in the cliff more than twenty miles away.

"If those greedy idiots find that there is no baby in Dongfu, but only a blank piece of paper, will they be furious?"

After saying this, the man laughed happily, and the laughter echoed between the peaks.

Countless years later, the laughter was still echoing here.

Jing Jiu's eyes suddenly became sharp, like a real sword.

He fell from the treetop, silently falling like a leaf, and then dived into the night.

It didn't take long for him to appear on the cliff more than twenty miles away.

He believed that he didn't make any sound, and even there was very little disturbance to the wind. If someone was here just now, he should not be surprised by himself.

It all started from scratch. He didn't believe where the other party could go higher than his own.

He was a little disappointed.

No one on the cliff.

I don't know how long it took, the valley below the cliff became lively.

Dozens of practitioners gathered here, and the voice of the dispute grew louder. Dongfu has not been fully opened yet. These practitioners and sectarians have been unable to hold back and started to discuss how to divide the treasure later, but they have not been able to come up with a plan that everyone is satisfied with.

The young monk of Guocheng Temple felt that the atmosphere was getting more and more tense. He was worried, and wanted to persuade him, but was unable to speak because of the closed chanting relationship. He was very anxious. The old monk saw a lot of similar pictures, knowing that they could not be discouraged at all, and closed his eyes and began to raise the spirit.

Later, these practitioners will definitely kill themselves. Fortunately, it will take a lot of energy to heal the severely injured hands with broken hands and broken belly.

Suddenly the old monk opened his eyes and looked up at the night sky, feeling the familiar breath, reassuringly thinking that there should be nothing tonight.

The quarrel in the valley gradually subsided, and more and more practitioners sensed the breath from the night sky and looked up in shock.

An auspicious cloud drifted from the southeast, and there was an extremely magnificent lotus throne looming, exuding a peaceful meditation.

"Zenzi Golden Body!"

The practitioners exclaimed again and again, quickly tidying their clothes and saluting to the sky.

All are junior gifts.

Guocheng Temple Zen Zi is one of the most senior practitioners in the practice world today.

Jing Jiu looked at the night sky with a smile on his face, thinking that he should have long thought that the young monk should come and take a look.

Only the little monk knows this story.

A sound rang from the depths of Xiangyun, fell with the wind, and fell into everyone's ears.

"Here is a joke between the real people of Taiping and the real people of Jingyang. There is no real treasure. Let's go."

Zenzi's voice is very soft, just like nectar. He can't hear the age, and has an unreal feeling.

The practitioners on the ground should all be scattered towards the mountains.

Everyone is so obedient because of the prestige of Zenzi.

Monks at Guocheng Temple never lie.

And everyone knows that Jingyang real people have no friends, only Zenzi once asked at the end of God's peak for a hundred days.

Two monks, old and young, stood up and saluted to the cloud.

Zenzi's voice disappeared for a while, and it resounded.

"Shi nephew, Mo Xiangbei."

The old monk looked slightly different and bowed his head.

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...

Jing Jiu did not look at the auspicious clouds in the night sky, looking somewhere under the cliff.

There was an old man in black there, which seemed unusual, and performed the junior ceremony with the practitioners around him.

There are a ghost in everyone's heart.

Jing Jiu did not expect that he did not see the biggest ghost tonight, but saw the most impossible ghost.

In the past, Lord Feng came here in person.

If it wasn't for Zenzi's appearance, the other side reacted and he wouldn't have noticed.

Why did Fengfeng come in the past? Because he was also involved in that matter seven years ago, can't you rest assured if you don't come to confirm it with your own eyes?

The next moment, Jing Jiuxin was alert and wanted to take back his eyes, but it was too late.

In the past, Lord Feng looked up at him with a look of indifference, as if he had not found his identity.

Jing Jiu knew that the opponent's sword knowledge had fallen on his body, and he could not erase it unless he could pull enough distance.

If he just left like this, the opponent can find himself at any time with the sword, and then kill it with a sword.

Jingjiu turned without hesitation and walked along the **** of the cliff to the lower part of the cloud.

The stars are very bright tonight, and the shadow of Xiangyun is clear.

Xiangyun floated towards the north, and he was walking forward in the shadow of the mountains and rivers, still without the sword.

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In the past, the owner of the peak did not know when he came to the cliff and looked at it quietly. In the end, he did nothing and turned it into a sword.

Jingjiu traveled hundreds of miles with Yun, leaving Nanhe Prefecture.

Xiangyun suddenly became faster, turning into a stream of light towards Chaoge City in the far north, leaving only the sound of a Zen child echoing between heaven and earth.

"My friend, I'll be here, see you later."

Jing Jiu knew that there were still many people on Xiangyun and did not want to meet each other in the past.

Children who used to talk casually are now high above themselves, and even need to ask the other party for asylum.

It would be a little depressed, at least a bit uncomfortable, for others to be in his current situation.

He was okay, but at the end of the sentence, he couldn't help complaining.

Little ... friend?