Start Ren Jiazhen: Six-year-old Tianshi

"This is?"

Zhou Yun stood up and looked out of the yard.

"boom!"

The magnificent roar exploded.

The incense condensed for countless years in Maoshan vibrated wildly.

"The incense is restless, the luck is tumbling..."

Zhou Yun looked serious and turned to look to the other side.

In the pavilion behind the ancestral hall, a figure flickered over.

The person who came was Mao Xiaofang.

Mao Xiaofang had no expression on his face.

Step out step by step, as if melting into the whole Maoshan Mountain.

"boom!"

Five fingers pressed on the bell.

Mao Xiaofang had no expression on his face.

The other hand was raised slightly, as if flipping towards the sky.

The incense was stable for a moment, and the turbulent luck also stopped shaking.

After finishing all this, Mao Xiaofang did not leave, but sat cross-legged in the gazebo.

At this time, the other elders also reacted, and they all headed towards the ancestral hall.

"What the hell happened!"

Zhou Yun subconsciously wanted to leave Maoshan to see what happened.

But he looked down at the palm of his hand.

After half a day, most of the injury on the palm of his hand has recovered.

As expected, it will take another day to fully recover.

Seeing that other elders had arrived at the ancestral hall, Zhou Yun disappeared in Qingxia Peak with one step.

In an instant.

The gate of the main hall of the ancestral hall.

The golden light scattered, and Zhou Yun appeared out of thin air.

All the elders in the temple have gathered.

In front, Mao Xiaoyun knelt under the statue of the Patriarch.

Standing behind them were Mao Wu, Mao Hai, and Mao Lei.

Mao Wu, as the Chief Elder of the Hall of Law Enforcement, has a detached position.

Elder Mao Hai is in charge of the ancestral hall.

As for Elder Mao Lei, the head of the Fa Chuan Dharma Hall.

These three people obviously represent the core strength of the entire sect.

At this time, all three of them had solemn expressions, even Mao Wu lost the obstinacy of the old urchin, and there was a faint flicker of sharpness in his eyes.

After that, Maotai and other elders stood casually.

"I've met all the senior brothers!" Zhou Yun walked into the ancestral hall and cupped his fists.

Both Mao Wu and Mao Hai nodded.

As for Mao Lei, he glanced at Zhou Yun and didn't answer.

The rest of the elders all clasped their fists, their attitudes were very polite.

Seeing that all the elders did not speak.

Zhou Yun stood aside and glanced at Mao Xiaoyun at the same time.

Mao Xiaoyun sat cross-legged on the ground, his whole body was blended into the statue, as if he was looking for something.

Waited for a while.

Mao Xiaoyun is always in harmony with the statue.

The rest of the elders stood in place and waited, the atmosphere was very oppressive.

"What is this doing!"

Zhou Yun frowned slightly, and turned to glance at the nearest elders.

These elders all lowered their heads, their expressions were dignified, but they looked like rotten wood.

This Maoshan's luck is churning, and the incense is shaking, something must have happened! .

But what is this group of people doing here!

"Junior brother, be safe and don't be impatient, the head teacher is calculating the secret of heaven."

An elder seemed to see Zhou Yun's impatience, and lowered his head and said to Zhou Yun.

"Calculate?"

Zhou Yun was startled, and asked inexplicably, "What is it?"

"Of course it's the reason for shaking Maoshan!" The elder laughed in a low voice.

After speaking, he winked his eyes at Zhou Yun, as if he was laughing at Zhou Yun's knowingly asking questions.

But hearing this, Zhou Yun couldn't help frowning.

Zhou Yun didn't know what happened to that palpitation.

But Maoshan is also turbulent in luck.

These people are all powerful celestial masters, detached from cause and effect and able to face the secrets of heaven.

As long as one person counts and counts.

But I didn't expect that one by one would be here like a veteran shaking a turtle shell on the roadside, trying to shake out an answer.

Zhou Yun took a deep breath and looked at Mao Wu and the others again.

The three of Mao Wu also lowered their heads, looking like they were waiting for Mao Xiaoyun quietly.

"absurd!"

Zhou Yun shook his head, turned around and stepped out directly.

When he reappeared, Zhou Yun was already standing on the far horizon, faintly about to get out of the range of Maoshan Incense.

Zhou Yun is not good at deduction, and Maoshan is too popular, so he can only leave the range of Maoshan.

That sense of uneasiness that made my heart palpitate.

Zhou Yun went to see it himself.

But at this time, a gust of wind came from afar.

"Junior brother, come to the back mountain!" Mao Xiaofang's voice came.

Zhou Yun turned his head to look at the back mountain of the ancestral hall.

In the distance, a gaze swept over, and it was Mao Xiaofang.

Seeing Mao Xiaofang calling him, Zhou Yun pondered for a moment, then turned and went to the back mountain.

In the back mountain, the gazebo stands alone in the deep mountain.

The surrounding incense turns into dense light, winding like a fairyland.

A big bell hangs in the gazebo.

The big clock is simple and unsophisticated, exuding the breath of time.

Mao Xiaobian was sitting cross-legged next to the big clock.

The whole person lost all energy and spirit, and faintly merged with the big clock.

"Senior brother."

Mao Xiaofang's voice came from all directions.

Zhou Yun frowned when he looked left and right.

"Brother, you are no longer relying on incense to continue your life, you are too deeply integrated with Maoshan!"

In Zhou Yun's eyes, Mao Xiaofang in front of him seemed to have only skin left.

That spirit was completely integrated with Mao Shan.

In other words, Mao Xiaofang at this moment is like the whole Maoshan Mountain.

This is not a good thing!
"What are you going to do!" Zhou Yun asked softly.

Merging with this Maoshan, if it is to continue life, there is no need to do this.

But Mao Xiaofang has achieved this level. To put it bluntly, as long as Mao Xiaofang thinks, he can collapse Maoshan in an instant.

Of course, the power of the entire Maoshan countless years, integrated with him, can also make him strong to a limit!
I dare not think about this matter.

"Under the oppression of human will, it's a helpless move to protect Maoshan!" Mao Xiaofang murmured softly.

"The will of the world is directed against monks all the time, and the 36 mountains of Longhu Mountain are the last harbor for monks!"

Zhou Yun raised his brows, is this related to the will of the world?
When he heard the curse of Tian Que before.

It is determined that the will of the world has already started to attack the monks.

Such as the exhaustion of spiritual energy, the curse of Tianque and other methods are all available.

Thinking like this, let's look at Mao Xiaofang.

He is determined by himself.

As long as it is ensured that the incense accumulated by Maoshan for countless years can make the will of the world unable to see through.

This place is still a place where human will is hard to corrode!
"The situation is already this dangerous?"

Zhou Yun's face was solemn, thinking of so many elders in the ancestral hall.

All the majestic celestial masters can sense the existence of God's will, but they dare not step out of Maoshan Mountain.

Besides, I came all the way from the devil world to Maoshan.

I didn't see a Taoist celestial master outside.

And there is also what happened in the Dharma Temple.

If you don't think about it, it's just some interesting things among the disciples.

But if you think about it carefully, they are just a group of impetuous and self-cultivated people.

Besides, Lin Jiusan followed him, but nothing changed.

Qiu Sheng's impatience and the pride in his bones are nothing more than emotions and desires that he can't suppress.

Obviously, this must also be the influence of human will.

"call……"

Zhou Yun raised his head and took a deep breath.

Is this the current Dharma-ending period!
Previously, Zhou Yun had only one concept of the Dharma-ending period.

The intuitive feeling is that the spiritual energy is exhausted, and there is a crazy human will on the top of the head.

But look at Maoshan today.

With people like Xu Ming and those disciples, it's hard to get the Tao again.

When the older generation of monks dies, if the aura continues to decline.

Within a hundred years, Maoshan may be gone!
Seemingly seeing Zhou Yun's thoughts, the surrounding incense was slightly extinguished, revealing a sense of desolation.

"Junior Brother, Mao Shan is old." Mao Xiaofang's voice sounded faintly.

"You go back first, the existence outside the mountain can't enter Maoshan, you also have your things to do, I have already met the master." Mao Xiaofang's voice returned to ethereal.

Zhou Yun raised his head when he heard this.

Mao Xiaofang went to the underworld to meet Mao Zhen!
That is to say, Mao Xiaofang knew that he had the magic stone.

When I came to Maoshan, I saw Maoshan's incense that can isolate the will of the world.

Zhou Yun understood that if he wanted to continue to study the sacred stone, he would inevitably borrow the incense from Maoshan.

Now Mao Xiaofang doesn't let him go out, obviously because he is afraid that he will be targeted by the will of the world.

I thought for a moment.

"That's hard work, brother!" Zhou Yun turned around and stepped back to Qingxia Peak.

Looking back, outside the incense burner was the silence of the night.

Remember to learn all this.

Zhou Yun pinched the center of his eyebrows, and his mood couldn't help becoming chaotic.

I thought the human will was crazy enough.

But now it seems that this madness is far beyond my imagination.

Zhou Yun could not help but look at the palm again.

For some reason, he always felt that this incident might be related to this injury...

……

Jintan Town.

"Uh……"

The figure lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

Shi Jian on the side was completely frightened and dumbfounded, his eyes were loose.

"Dunjia Gate..."

"Ren... Ren Family Town... Deceit... Tianfu"

"Deceive the sky and become the Tao..."

Whispers sounded one after another, and the figure trembled all over, and slowly raised its head.

The scarlet eyes were cloudy and mixed with countless memories.

Finally, Xuan Kui's pupils froze suddenly.

"Little Celestial Master!!!"