Chronicles of Celestial Origins

Tong Quan'an said: "But if this is the case, should we also relax control over other areas? Otherwise, it would be too unfair. Qinchuan Longyou can breed spiritual beasts and grow elixirs. But South China, Jiangdong, and Beiyuan can only envy them." I’m afraid no one will be willing to accept the offer. As a result, everyone is eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Demon Sect.”

Wei Xuande frowned slightly, feeling quite troubled. The reason why Xuanmen did not allow families or individuals within its jurisdiction to grow elixirs was mainly to monopolize the elixirs and curb the development of cultivating families, so as not to lose control.

If this hole is opened, it will be like spilled water. It will be difficult to take it back. From now on, every family will plant medicinal herbs and refine elixirs everywhere, which is not a good thing for the sect.

However, if we stick to the previous rules and destroy those herb gardens, it feels a bit counterintuitive, and it will inevitably attract the hatred of those cultivating families, and push them towards the Demon Sect.

He looked at Peng Wanli and asked, "Junior Brother Peng, what do you think?"

As the head of Yuanyi Palace, Peng Wanli is in charge of the sect's financial power. This is within his scope of duties. He has always been taciturn and does not like to express himself publicly. During daily discussions, Luo Qingshui often quarrels with Shi Mingsui. Even though they were friends, he was like an outsider and always said nothing.

Beneath his silent appearance, he hides a transparent heart, and he often sees problems very sharply and profoundly.

Among the three palace masters with the highest authority in the Qian Yizong, Wei Xuande is the most optimistic and appreciative of him, and also attaches great importance to his opinions. When hesitating, he often consults his opinion before making a decision.

Peng Wanli said: "Actually, this is not a big deal. It has long been an open secret that those cultivating families secretly grow medicinal herbs."

"Since we can't stop it, it's better to take this opportunity to remove those rules and regulations and put the things under the table on the table, which may lead them to the right track."

"This sect only needs to make clear divisions, control the quantity and types they plant, and stipulate what level of medicinal herbs they plant according to the size and strength of their family, how large the scope is, and then collect corresponding taxes on a regular basis."

"I heard that many Taoist sects in Qinghai have already done this, and we are not an exception. As the saying goes, it is better to block them than to open them up. Instead of guarding against them all day long, it is better to make a good plan."

"The reason why the Demon Sect is able to grow rapidly is not precisely because they are not restricted by rules and regulations, but can instead develop their ambitions."

"After so many years, it's time for us to make some changes. Things are like this, and those who are stubborn and ineffective will definitely be crushed to pieces."

After hearing what he said, Wei Xuande nodded and said: "In that case, just do what Junior Brother Peng said! Regarding the division of cultivating elixirs in cultivating families, Junior Brother Cheng, it is your Foreign Affairs Office's responsibility to come up with a clear set of regulations. ”

"Yes." Cheng Shuimin responded.

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The moon was dark and the wind was high, on a remote hill, a ray of light came from the east and landed on the top of the mountain, revealing the figure of a tall, thin man with a square face and a broad mouth.

He looked around with a look of alertness in his eyes. When he saw that there was no one in sight, and his consciousness did not detect anything strange, he walked confidently into a hidden grotto in front of him.

Inside the grotto, you couldn't see your fingers, there was only the sound of dripping water and rocks. But with his eyesight, he could still clearly see a humanoid figure sitting cross-legged deep inside.

"You came here, and I thought you were in trouble." The man sitting cross-legged said, his voice echoing in the grotto. This man was none other than Tang Ning.

He was ordered by Zhu Xu to inquire about the situation after the Demon Sect's defeat and where they were hiding. However, after the defeat of the Corpse Puppet Sect, his disciples went their separate ways and hid, and he temporarily lost contact with the secret work within the Corpse Puppet Sect.

So I had no choice but to try my luck, and came to Xushu Mountain to spread the contact information of their respective contacts in the surrounding counties one by one. Unexpectedly, there was actually a hidden person, who happened to be the informant they planted within the Corpse Puppet Sect.

"Hmph, congratulations on taking over the Xushu Mountain Spirit Mine." The man snorted coldly.

"You seem dissatisfied with what you said. You don't really think of yourself as a disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect, do you? Don't forget that the Corpse Puppet Sect is the one who killed your whole family." Tang Ning said calmly.

This man's name was Fang Ping. He was originally a casual cultivator, and his grandfather was also a monk. He accidentally obtained a treasure and was discovered by the disciples of the Corpse Puppet Sect, who killed his whole family. It happened that Fang Ping was out and escaped, and was later killed. Xiang Zhong from the intelligence station, arranged by Du Yuankai, joined the Corpse Puppet Sect and lurked until the foundation was established.

"I risked my life to provide you with so much information, but I can't be considered half of my own! When you raided the Corpse Puppet Sect, couldn't you say hello to me first? If I hadn't been lucky enough to escape quickly, His head has long since disappeared," Fang Ping said angrily.

Tang Ning smiled faintly: "It turns out that this is for this matter. We have informants in the Corpse Puppet Sect. Of course the Corpse Puppet Sect has detailed plans within us. The senior management of our sect did not leak any information about this raid plan before the operation. I had no idea about it. How could I know you?"

Fang Ping said: "Stop talking nonsense, what do you want from me?"

"Where did you hide after your defeat?"

"Are you asking me, or those Jindan monks?"

"How do you say this? Are you not together?"

Fang Ping sneered and said: "Are you fools when you think that the senior leaders of the Corpse Puppet Sect are not prepared for this move of yours? After the defeat at Xushu Mountain, the entire Corpse Puppet Sect was immediately reduced to pieces. I guess there are only a few Corpse Puppet Sects now. Except for the close disciples, no one around the senior management will know their position, let alone a disciple like me who is usually not taken seriously. "

"Then where are you hiding now? How can you contact us?"

"I happened to be arranged to stay in hiding near Xushu Mountain and secretly develop my power. Otherwise, how could you find me like this? Those who follow me are all Qi Refining disciples, not Taoists. I will stay within the scope of my activities. Leave a code and they will send someone to look for me when we regroup."

"Do you know the contact codes of other scattered teams?"

"What do you think?" Fang Ping asked without answering.

Tangning thought for a while and said, "You have been in the Corpse Puppet Sect for decades. Have you ever thought about restoring your identity?"

"Restore identity? What do you mean? Will Qian Yizong accept me?" Fang Ping's expression changed.

If you can join the Qianyi Sect, it will of course be much better than staying in the Corpse Puppet Sect. Xuanmen disciples not only have high remuneration and good benefits. Moreover, there is a lot of oil and water, and it has the general trend of the world.

In the Corpse Puppet Sect, except for a few highly-employed disciples with outstanding merits, the rest of them received extremely low salaries, and there was no way to earn money from others. The only advantage was that they had their backs against a big tree, so they would not be bullied.

Tang Ning said: "The selection of sect disciples has a complete process. It is not easy to recruit others."

Fang Ping lowered his face and interrupted: "Then what are you talking about? You just want me to disclose my identity and identify and search for the escaped disciples of the Corpse Puppet Sect for you. You want me to fall out with the Corpse Puppet Sect, and you don't arrange a place to go. Doesn’t this force me to die? I’m a helpless cultivator, how can the Corpse Puppet Sect let me go?”

Tang Ning smiled and said: "It's not too late to listen to what I have to say before making a decision. The Xuanmen never invites outsiders into the sect. All disciples of the sect are trained from a young age. But it doesn't hurt to make an exception once in a while. I believe you have heard Now, our sect has tacitly allowed cultivating families to grow elixirs. I might as well tell you that the sect is drafting regulations on the management of elixirs, which will be promulgated in the near future. By then, all families within its jurisdiction will be able to grow elixirs. "

"I have received news from above that all monks who have provided information to the sect and have cooperated with the sect. As long as they make a significant contribution, they can be admitted to the mountain sect as an exception. How about it? You can consider it."

Fang Ping's eyes lit up and he said: "Major contribution, what is a major contribution? Please make it clear."

Now that the Corpse Puppet Sect has been defeated, its disciples are being hunted down everywhere by the Qian Yi Sect, and everyone is like a rat crossing the street. If you can join the Qian Yi Sect, you will no longer have to hide in the future, which is of course a dream.

Tang Ning said: "For example, if we provide effective clues to the senior leaders of the Corpse Puppet Sect, or find the hiding places of a certain number of Corpse Puppet Sect disciples, as long as we can deal a heavy blow to the corpse Puppet Sect's remnants, the sect can take them into the mountain gate."

"Can you promise?"

Tang Ning turned over with her left hand, took out a file, and handed it to him: "This is a secret order issued by the deacon of this department. You will know it as soon as you read it."

Fang Ping took it and read it again and said, "Just wait for my news! How should I contact you?"

Tangning took out paper and ink and wrote him the address of an intelligence contact point: "Go to this place and pass the news to him, and I will come find you."

"Okay, it's settled." Fang Ping said, leaving the grotto and turning into light.

Not long after, Tang Ning also left the grotto and took to the air. After traveling for more than a day, she returned to the information station and immediately wrote a letter to inform the sect of the situation she learned about the Corpse Puppet Sect through a Black Eagle message.

That night, he sat cross-legged in the room, facing an ancient mysterious tree, which was the fairy mother-of-pearl clam.

He poured his green spiritual power into the mother clam continuously. The tree had been in his hands for nearly fifty years. At first, he poured his spiritual power into it every day, hoping that the strong vitality of his green spiritual power would make the tree more powerful. Things die and come to life.

But after insisting on no change for more than ten years, he was also a little frustrated. After pouring green spiritual power into the mother clam every day, the spiritual power in the body would be almost exhausted. He needed to swallow pills to restore his spiritual power. In the long run, In the past, not only was it troublesome, but the cost of elixirs was also high.

As a result, he gradually stopped being so diligent and only occasionally instilled green spiritual power into him. After all, he still had a hope and spent 300,000 spiritual stones to buy it. He couldn't just throw it away!

After a long time, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, took out a pill, and was about to swallow it to restore his lost spiritual power when a knock on the door came from outside the house.

Tangning waved her hand, put the fairy mother-of-pearl clam on the stone table into her storage bag and said, "Come in."

A tall man pushed the door open and entered with a salute: "Junior Cree Yinglong pays homage to senior."

"You're here, how are things going?"

"Junior has successfully made friends with Zhu Wenqing and has grasped Zhu Yuming's movements and details. I believe that I can fulfill the senior's instructions." Wrinkle Yinglong replied. He glanced at Tang Ning and saw that his face was unusually pale and looked like he was exhausted: "Senior is fine. Bar!"

Tang Ning waved her hand and said, "It doesn't matter. I was practicing a technique earlier and my spiritual power was a little excessive. Looking at you like this, you should have already thought of a strategy. Let's talk about it."