Ji Taoist

After a while.

After Yan Buji dealt with several puppets again, he came to a palace.

Looking at the restrictions near the gate, Yan Buji stretched out his hand to sense it.

"It's the same as what I found in Yunbao before."

Yan Buji tried it, took out the rift scepter and analyzed the flow of restrictions with the power of space, and then temporarily stopped the operation of the restrictions.

Creak~

Pushing the door open, Yan Buji walked in.

There were many beds in the dusty room. Yan Buji raised his eyebrows. It seemed to be a disciple's room?

The restrictions outside were covered again, but he was not in a hurry to go out. Instead, he searched around.

Although the room looked like no one had lived in it for a long time, there was not much dust.

Yan Buji looked at the Taoist robe in the closet and took it out to take a closer look.

"Yue Jin, are you still in a daze? It's time to go to morning class!"

Huh? !

Suddenly, Yan Buji was shocked and looked around.

For some reason, several Taoists suddenly appeared beside him, holding books lazily and looking at him.

"You..."

"Are you confused? Stop talking in your sleep. You were punished by the master for a day yesterday. Hurry up and put on your clothes for morning class!" The leading Taoist said seriously.

Yan Buji's face changed slightly, and he took a deep breath and put on his Taoist robe.

In an instant, an inexplicable message entered his mind.

"Penglai Pavilion?!"

......

"A strong wind rises overseas, and there is a fairy mountain standing;"

"Crane flies in the mountains and there are more than enough pavilions;"

"Clouds fall from the sky and are seen, with seven colors clearly;"

"The stream flows gently, and fish jump in the shallow bottom;"

"The purple house rises straight with smoke, the fairyland of Penglai;"

"The Taoist sect is eternal, and the immortals stand;"

"The immortals touch my head and pass on the long vitality."

Looking at the Taoists who were shaking their heads and reciting poems around him, and the three old Taoists sitting in the high seats in front of him, wearing purple, yellow and black clothes, Yan Buji became more curious.

He knew that someone must have activated some special prohibition, making this place seem to have a scene from the ancient times, and they also came to play a member of Penglai Pavilion.

Yan Buji touched his face and turned back to his youth, knowing that it was all fake.

"What is going on?!"

"Why did I become a sweeper? Who can tell me what happened?"

None of the Taoists who were doing morning classes answered him, making the monk who didn't know the situation even more angry: "Who did it? Come out!!"

Yan Buji sat in the crowd without saying anything. The man was so angry that he seemed to have not received any news about Penglai Pavilion. He rushed angrily to the three old Taoists above the square.

An old Taoist in purple stretched out his hand and controlled the man in mid-air, slowly saying: "If your heart is not calm, your breath is not at peace, and you are not suitable for Penglai Pavilion, go."

Bang!

Yan Buji's heart suddenly jumped, and he felt that the man seemed to be crushed in mid-air. Then the man's flesh and blood merged with the golden elixir. A fragrant flesh elixir was caught in the hand of the purple-robed Taoist priest and thrown to a Taoist priest below.

The Taoist priest was full of surprise and knelt down to thank him: "Thank you, Master!"

"Well, you still need to be modest and calm, and cultivate longevity as soon as possible, so that you can walk in the world and educate the people."

"Follow the master's order!"

Then, the three Taoist priests left.

Yan Buji stood up and looked around: "Brother, can we go back and rest after finishing the morning class?"

"Huh? You kid is still lazy, have you forgotten what day it is today?"

Yan Buji was stunned: "What day?"

"Of course it's the day for the general cleaning. In a few days, it will be the day of rest and fasting. We still need to retreat for three days, so we have to finish the chores in advance."

Yan Buji nodded: "Okay."

"You seem reluctant. Go and clean the steps at the bottom of the mountain. Go back and rest after cleaning."

"Thank you, brother."

Yan Buji squinted his eyes and walked down the mountain with a broom.

What is the situation with this restriction?

The three old Taoists are unfathomable. Could it be that they are also the evolution of the restriction?

What happened here?

Yan Buji came to the bottom of the mountain to sweep the floor. Seeing several people coming down to follow him, he didn't say much.

"Daoist friend?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Feng Yue. You're not a local, are you?" Feng Yue smiled.

Yan Buji was stunned: "What happened here?"

"It's hard to say what happened, but it's possible that the three people holding the key activated Penglai Pavilion together."

"Activate Penglai Pavilion? What's the explanation? Now that we can't leave rashly, what do they want to do?"

Yan Buji realized that if they took any action to leave this place, they would probably be banned and killed immediately, and he always felt a sense of crisis.

Feng Yue looked around and whispered, "Do you know Changshengqi?"

"Changshengqi?"

"Well, I guess they know that there is a legacy of Changshengqi in Penglai Pavilion, and they come for that thing."

"In other words, you can only get it by activating Penglai Pavilion?"

"Fellow Daoist, I understand, but we still don't know why Penglai Pavilion has become like this, but we have to avoid too much contact with the three parties. People like us who come here to explore treasures are most afraid of contacting those who have information."

Yan Buji laughed: "Then aren't you afraid that I am one of them?"

Feng Yue shook his head: "The people from those three parties are not outside."

"Oh?"

Feng Yue looked at Yan Buji: "I can tell you clearly, Daoist friend, I followed them before and found that they never came out after entering the main hall of Penglai Pavilion. As a result, they became like this in an instant. I guess they may still be in the main hall of Penglai Pavilion."

Yan Buji pinched his chin: "Daoyou, please, I am Yan Buji. If I find out the news later, how about we discuss it together?"

"Of course."

"But Yan has a question, how do you know that I am not an illusion?"

Feng Yue laughed and pointed to his eyes: "I have practiced a pupil technique that can see through the effects of some restrictions. If it is an evolution of restrictions, it is impossible to have flesh and blood."

"So... the other people here are evolved from restrictions?"

Feng Yue's face froze, and he said unhappily: "Daoyou, why are you setting a trap for me?"

Feng Yue reacted and Yan Buji was setting a trap for him to get information through his words.

Yan Buji laughed: "Since we are working together, everyone has the ability to come here. I just want to confirm the specific situation."

"Fellow Daoist Yan is not in a hurry, but I guess since the three parties have entered the main hall, there will probably be some changes later. For example, some of the news about Penglai Pavilion that we know may have been released by them on purpose."

"Then why didn't someone seem to get the news before?" Yan Buji was referring to the Jindan cultivator who was killed before.

Feng Yue pinched his chin and thought of a possibility: "Fellow Daoist Yan, do you still remember what he said?"

Yan Buji thought about it and said suddenly: "Could it be... a problem with the identity we played?!"