The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu took him out of the cell and walked towards the sword prison, but it was not the way he came.

Walking to the end of the passage, the stone door slowly opened, and he glanced at Liu Shisui, thinking that you don't know what you missed.

He had said to Liu Shisui that it would be too bad to think ahead when things came to an end.

When he knew that the Qingshan Summit would be held, he had already thought of everything.

He watched Liu Shisui enter the Sword Prison, hoping that he could meet the dead dog.

The aura in Liu Shisui's body was too complicated and conflicted with each other, which was very dangerous.

The corpse dog can directly transform the most filthy and complicated monster aura into the purest Taoist profound energy.

Except for the Canglong of the Zhongzhou faction, it is the only one that can do this.

It's a pity that Liu Shisui didn't have such a chance, so he had to go to Guocheng Temple.

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Leaving the sword prison, he came to the peaks.

The sea of ​​clouds is like felt, the stars are like snow, and the peaks stand quietly among them, which is very beautiful.

Liu Shisui stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and asked, Where is this?

After he learned how to fly with a sword, he flew over the green mountains many times, and he confirmed that he had seen the scenery of the peaks, but he had never seen anything like it.

Jing Jiu said, This is the Hidden Peak.

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In the early morning of the next day, lying in the spacious carriage, looking at the clouds floating outside the transparent glass on the roof of the carriage, Liu Shisui recalled the experience of last night again, and was still a little shocked—it turned out that he had to go through the Sword Prison if he wanted to enter Yinfeng.

Xiao He withdrew her gaze from looking at the layout of the carriage, and said with a hint of envy: Just a carriage is so extravagant and exaggerated. I really don't know how much the Gu family has earned in these years. The Qingshan Sect really deserves to be the number one sect in the world. A random outer sect family has such a reputation.

Liu Shisui responded casually: Of course my Qingshan sect is great. I heard that this car was asked by the young master to keep it.

Xiao He hummed, and leaned against him, feeling that such a day was really joyful.

Liu Shisui said: I can't walk as a disciple of Qingshan until this matter is over. It won't be of much use for you to follow me.

He has always been very clear why Xiao He is willing to follow him.

Xiao He hugged his arm tightly, and said with a sweet smile: You are the most useful person, otherwise why would I insist on waiting for you to come out.

Now she probably understood what Gu Qing really meant.

Liu Shisui smiled, but did not speak.

The farther you are from Yunji Town, the thinner the clouds outside the skylight, and you can gradually see the dead branches of autumn trees and the gray sky.

All kinds of scenery are constantly changing in front of you.

Thinking that this car has been parked in Yunji Town for several years, just waiting for Jing Jiu to take a ride at some point...

Xiao He said with some emotion: I really can't see that Master Jing Jiu likes to enjoy it so much.

Liu Shisui said: I said that he is lazy and doesn't like riding a sword, so walking is certainly not as comfortable as riding in a car.

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Where it only takes one day to control a sword or use the escape method, it often takes dozens of days by car. For a cultivator, this is simply unbearable, so no matter how comfortable the Gu family's carriage is, those Tianliu Shisui and Xiao He will hardly be able to bear it in the end.

One morning, when he saw the crops in the farmland beside the road, Liu Shisui was a little surprised that the rice was growing so well. After looking carefully, he found that the farmland was full of fertile black soil. Then he realized that Mo Qiu had arrived. After driving for several hours, he finally saw the yellow wall and clean tiles in the distance, and he was relieved.

Because of that letter, the Zhiguo monk of Guocheng Temple took the carriage directly into the depths of the temple without stopping him. It can be said that he was treated very politely, and then said to Liu Shisui that Chanzi meditates all year round and rarely sees outsiders. We can only see what the letter says after it is sent in.

In a quiet meditation room deep in the monastery, Zen Zi quietly looked at the pile of thin wooden sticks on the table, his expression was very serious and focused, he didn’t move for a long time, he didn’t even blink his eyes, just rubbed his bare feet out of the monk’s robe from time to time, it looked very cute.

Taking the letter from the Zhike monk, he was a little surprised to see the sword on it. Opening the envelope and seeing the signature on the letter paper, he was silent for a long time, thinking to himself, Zhao Layue, you have no friendship with me, why did you write this letter? After reading what was written in the letter, he shook his head again and again, feeling so ridiculous.

If you help me settle this matter, I will settle with you, Shen Mofeng?

What kind of attitude is this... Do I owe you Shen Mofeng?

Well, it seems that I owed some favors before, but hasn't that been paid off long ago?

Zenzi's gaze continued to move down, and landed on the penultimate paragraph of the letter paper.

That year when Mei met Daoist, Zenzi decided to save many people, but we told you in advance that this matter is... you are slow.

Zhao Layue wrote it like this.

Seeing this passage, Zenzi gradually lost his expression and remained silent for a long time.

Yes, slow.

If Mei Hui Dao Zhan had learned of Qingshan Sect's conjecture that year, he had directly ordered the Dao Zhan to stop, and he hadn't thought hard about that night, there should be many young disciples still alive.

Over the years, he has reflected on this matter the most.

It's indeed a bit of an old friend's style... invite that little friend to come in.

Zen Zi raised his eyebrows and said to the monk.

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Liu Shisui walked into the Zen room, Xiao He stayed in the car, not all fox demons are as lucky as Concubine Hu Gui in the palace.

Zenzi's status in the world of practice and even in the entire human world is extremely lofty and noble, and it is a great blessing to meet him.

Only someone from Shenmo Peak would treat him so casually and understand him so well.

Previously, Chanzi lamented that Zhao Layue had the style of an old friend, but he never thought that this letter was originally narrated by an old man, and Zhao Layue was responsible for writing it.

Liu Shisui was a little nervous because he didn't know the story between Jing Jiu and Chan Zi.

He has met the head of Qingshan, and is very familiar with such a big man as Xi Wangsun, but Zenzi is different after all.

Zenzi glanced at him, and compared it with the content of the letter, he knew what the problem was. He raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that there was indeed some trouble.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed hundreds of gleaming golden characters from the void, and then printed them on the cloth that had been prepared.

Liu Shisui took the piece of cloth, but he still couldn't get out of the shock.

For the matter of the old forest, you have made great contributions to the righteous way, so it is right to help you.

Zenzi looked at him pretending to be serious and said, But how much you can learn depends on your own understanding.

Liu Shisui looked at Bubo, and found that the four words at the beginning of the chapter were exactly what I heard, and he was even more surprised. He thought to himself that it was actually a Zen scripture that was not circulated in Guocheng Temple?

He knew about the half-teacher, half-friend relationship between Grandmaster Jingyang's uncle and Zenzi, but this generous gift... Who the hell is the son?

He forced himself to calm down, thanked Zen Zi sincerely, and then prepared to leave.

Just when he was about to cross the threshold of the meditation room, he suddenly stopped, looked back at Chanzi, and said embarrassedly: The junior's business is inconvenient...

Knowing that you can't let people know, I'll shut them up.

Zenzi said blankly, My Guocheng Temple is best at closed-mouth meditation.

Liu Shisui left the meditation room.

Zenzi's eyes fell on the letter paper again, this time looking at the last paragraph.

What does a Qingshan Sword cultivator learn closed-mouth meditation?

He thought Zhao Layue's request was absurd and ignored it.

Liu Shisui's figure gradually disappeared in the tower forest, and a carriage could be vaguely seen.

Zenzi looked at that place and shook his head, thinking that the aura in this little guy's body was too chaotic, and it was difficult to completely dispel it only by the Dharma.

To send the Buddha to the west, to do things with full effort, maybe you have to send a letter to Yimao Zhai.

Then, he looked at the letter again.

That letter was simple.

Why did he have to watch it for so long, and his expression gradually became serious?