The Path Toward Heaven

Liu Shisui was surprised to recognize him, and immediately felt extremely sincere joy, and shouted: Master, no, senior!

When he came to Guocheng Temple to study Buddhism, he couldn't understand the true meaning of the scroll at all. It was not until Yin San personally instructed him that he finally understood the scriptures, and then suppressed the conflict of true energy in his body. After explaining the scriptures, Yin San disappeared from his life, which made him miss him very much. He was naturally very excited when he met again suddenly today.

He thought that Yinsan must be the eminent monk in Guocheng Temple, subconsciously called Master, and then thought that since the other party wanted to drink, he must have thought wrong, the other party was an expert invited by the young master, so he quickly changed to the title of senior.

Yin San smiled to indicate that there is no need to be too polite, and sat down at the table. Looking at the sumptuous dishes, he found that the little fox's cooking skills were more sophisticated than before. He nodded in satisfaction and said, This dish can be served with wine.

At this time, Xiao He came in with a bowl of vegetables, and she was very pleasantly surprised to see Yin San.

It's just that unlike Liu Shisui, her joy is lighter and her vigilance is more. She doesn't want any changes in the peaceful days of the vegetable garden of the Zen Temple.

Yin San glanced at the bowl in her hand, and found that it was diving pickles. The color of the lettuce and red radish matched very well, with a faint sour aroma. He was even more satisfied, and said, You can have a bowl of rice after drinking.

Xiao He saluted with a smile, put the kimchi on the table, went to the kitchen to fetch clean bowls and chopsticks, and filled a bowl full.

Yin San picked up the wine and took a sip, and found that the wine was ordinary, a little weak, so he didn't care, and drank the wine in the bowl in another gulp.

Liu Shisui hurriedly refilled the bowl for him.

Yin San didn't eat the vegetables, and drank another bowl directly. What's interesting is that he took it for granted in his obviously heroic way of drinking.

A few years ago in the town demon prison incident, Emperor Hades killed Canglong and died. That evening he played a tune and drank a bowl of wine. Today he also played a tune, and he really wanted to drink.

After drinking two bowls of wine in a row, he picked up his chopsticks, picked up half a bowl of his favorite dishes, and ate slowly, occasionally picking up a piece of red radish to clear his mouth.

Didn't Zenzi write a letter asking you to go to Yimaozhai? Why didn't you go? Yin San suddenly looked at Liu Shisui and said.

Liu Shisui was even more sure that the other party was the great virtue of Guocheng Temple or a friend of the young master, and he smiled apologetically but didn't say anything.

When he was in Yunmeng Mountain, Jing Jiu asked him the same question, but he didn't say it then, let alone now.

Yin San smiled slightly, and then asked, How do you feel after asking this time?

Liu Shisui thought about his career in that world as a cultivator and as a bodyguard, and found that it was really simple and boring, and he couldn't talk about any insights, so he said sorry, No.

Yin San asked, What about Jing Jiu?

Liu Shisui didn't even think about it, and said directly: Young Master, it's almost the same as outside, it's still the same.

After a moment of silence, Yin San said: That's good.

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On a certain cliff platform in Yunmeng Mountain, the autumn trees are like yellow covers, and a few golden leaves are falling with the wind.

Standing under the tree, Tong Yan looked at the Yunguo outside the cliff like a dream, wondering what she was thinking.

He was holding a delicate jug in his hand, and whenever a leaf fell, he would lift it up and take a sip.

The drinking of ascetics is not much different from that of ordinary people, and they still need good things to give.

Before He Zhan went to Baicheng, he copied the cooking method of grilled fish to him, and he grilled hundreds of fish according to the same method, but he still couldn't get the taste, so he had to give up.

At this time, the good thing he used to send wine was not the yellow leaves falling with the wind, but the chess pieces held in the heart of his left hand.

The chess pieces rubbed and turned in the palm of their hands, making a clear but deep sound, which was pleasant to hear, and to him, it was no different from a good dish.

He played chess less and less because he found it boring.

No one in the world can beat him, and he can't beat Jing Jiu no matter what, no matter in the world or in the illusion of Qingtianjian.

Biansheng Jing Jiu's way of playing chess is still so boring...

Only when he was bored would he think about drinking, and naturally he would not use his true energy to dispel it. When the seventieth yellow leaf fell, he finally felt drunk.

This feeling of being in the air is really good.

Tong Yan thought to herself that there is no need to practice Taoism so hard to ascend to immortality. Ordinary people only need a few pots of fine wine.

Is it really worth paying so much for the ethereal and hard-to-find avenue?

Holding the flagon, he stepped up on the railing, rode the wind, walked through the clouds and mist for a long time, and came to an extremely quiet and remote valley.

This is the edge of Yunmeng Mountain, and it is close to the Forbidden Formation. Very few disciples of the Zhongzhou Sect would come here.

It may be for this reason that Luo Huainan secretly built his secret mansion here.

Holding the jug, Tong Yan opened the three-layer restriction of the cave, and walked in. The light belt made of crystal stones was brightened by the fresh wind, illuminating the simple and clean furnishings inside.

After Luo Huainan's death, this secret cave fell into his hands. Reverend Tan and Master Bai should know what he did in secret, respond silently, and naturally ignore this small cave.

Tong Yan walked to the stone table and was silent for a while.

There used to be a green vial here, which was Luo Huainan's last retreat for Yuanying, but he really died here.

Tong Yan poured some wine from the flagon on the ground, then sat down and drank slowly by herself.

As time passed, he became more and more drunk, leaning his forehead against the stone table, and when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a voice.

The sound was very faint, like a candle in a strong wind, which seemed to be extinguished at any moment.

Tong Yan suddenly raised her head, her eyes were extremely bright, and she was not even the slightest bit drunk.

This place is secluded and secluded, close to the Yunmeng Formation, and there are restrictions in the cave to isolate the inside and outside, why is there a sound?

The voice was so close, it even seemed to be in his heart.

Could it be the means of the evil sect of monsters?

Tong Yan thought indifferently, even the saintesses of the Blood Demon Cult did not have such abilities, and the concubine Hu Gui in the palace could not do it either.

He believed it was not a hallucination, and he didn't drink too much, so he put his true energy into his ears and listened intently.

After an unknown amount of time, his earlobe trembled slightly, and finally heard that voice again.

That voice was really weak, trembling slightly, as if extremely cold, and...he seemed to have heard it somewhere.

He listened in silence for a long time, and finally understood what the voice said.

juvenile……

Young man... save me...

The boy who played chess...it's me...

Tong Yan raised her eyebrows very hard, as if they were standing on end.

He recognized whose voice it was.

Qingtian Jianling.

That little girl named Qing'er.

The little girl used to come out to play with him when he was a child, until they reunited in the small building in Echo Valley a few days ago.

After the questioning conference, he asked his master to go to Huiyin Valley to meet her, but the master didn't allow it...

Yes, Qingtianjian is in Echo Valley, why does her voice sound in my heart?

Could it be that I really drank too much, because of the setbacks I suffered in chess and what happened to Luo Huainan, and thus gave birth to demons?

Tong Yan's face turned pale suddenly, not because he drank too much, not because he was afraid of inner demons, but because he once again heard Qing'er's wailing clearly.

He figured out something.

That voice did not come from the heart, but a crack in the stone in the cave.

No one knew that in Luohuainan, a hidden cave, there was a secret passage leading to the ground veins deep in the Yunmeng formation.

That crack in the stone is the entrance to the dark passage.

Why did that faint voice come out there?

Could it be that the Qingtianjian was suppressed to the depths of the earth?

Qingtianjian is the real Tianbao, and its status in the Zhongzhou faction is similar to Qilin and the dead Canglong. Only two masters can make such a decision.

What kind of big mistake did that little girl make to be punished like this?

Tong Yan has studied the art of chess deeply, and has a strong deduction and calculation ability. It only took a very short time to get close to the truth, and at the same time came to the conclusion that this is not something he can intervene in.

He put the jug on the stone table, got up and walked out of the cave without hesitation.

Sensing his departure, the voice from the depths of the ground gradually disappeared, and everything returned to dead silence, with extreme despair.

Tong Yan came to the gate of the cave and waved a jade token.

The jade tablet draws a stream of light and heads towards a certain place in Yunmeng Mountain, bringing with it a piece of divine consciousness that he passed on to Bai Zao.

——I had some insights in the illusion of the blue sky, and decided to retreat in seclusion. The time is unknown.

He reopened the three restrictions, turned around and walked back to the depths of the cave, and made another barrier formation before walking to the stone wall, staring at the stone crack for a long time in silence.

Soon he came to the second conclusion, which was basically impossible.

The leylines are connected to the Yunmeng Great Formation, if you want to sneak into the depths of the leylines, you can't use any Taoism, otherwise you will definitely be discovered.

And Tianbao like Qingtianjian must be guarded by someone, and it may even be a unicorn beast. Even if he really reaches the depths of the earth's veins, what can he do?

He failed to draw a third conclusion.

For a man of his intellect and exhaustiveness, there were only two situations that required no thought.

One is that it is not clear how to calculate, and the other is that there is no good result no matter how to calculate, then there is no need to perform deduction and calculation at this time, just do it directly.

Tong Yan took off her clothes, folded them carefully, put them on the couch, and walked to the stone wall.

Steady hands landed on the hard rock wall, as if grabbing tofu, and quietly dug down a large piece of rock.

Soon the rock crevice was dug into a hole that could be drilled in, and the ground was piled up with sand and stone like a hill.

The speed seems to be very fast, but considering the distance between the depths of the leylines and the ground, it is still too slow.

Tong Yan has figured it out that it will take about twelve years to dig deep into the leylines.

This fact didn't make him flinch in the slightest, and he continued digging in silence.

For ascetics, it is normal to retreat for twelve years.

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winter is here.

The Qingshan formation opened as in previous years, ushering in the first snow and the second snow and the third snow.

On the top of Shenmo Peak, a stone gate of a cave opened.

Jing Jiu walked to the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, and looked towards the peaks in the wind and snow, still holding his left hand.

The snow fell silently, Tianguang Peak was as usual, Shangde Peak was as usual, Jianfeng, Xilai Peak, and Fengfeng were all as usual.

The scenery in front of him was no different from the scenery he saw when he decided to leave for Chaoge City a few years ago.

It's just that there is a faint sound of music coming from Qingrong Peak not far away.

Appreciating snow, appreciating plums, there is always a saying.

Qing Rongfeng's performance in sword inheritance and sword testing in recent years is not good, which is inseparable from Nan Wang's connivance.

Jing Jiu shook his head, looked at the white flagpole standing upright in the snow, and flicked his right hand slightly.

There was a soft snap.

The white cat bounced up from the thick snow, meowed angrily, and its white fur exploded like arrows. It was about to tear up the person who came, but found it was him, so it had to give up angrily.

It suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar, and tilted its head slightly, looking a little confused.

Level 5 Thunder Soul Wood had already returned to Shenmo Peak from the Sword Prison, but Jing Jiu didn't let Ah Da go back to Bihu Peak.

The real person in charge obviously disagreed with him using Qingshan's guard as a watchdog, but he was so afraid of death that he didn't bother to care about it.

Jing Jiu said, Ada, get ready to go somewhere with me.

I need to say something specifically, and I still need to make preparations, that place is extremely far away, and it will take a long time to go there.

The white cat was very angry, wondering if he would come again? It would be fine if you traveled around the world to bully people and become your ancestors, but every time you meet such murderous people as Canglong or Xihai Sword God, who can stand it? Besides, Lei Hunmu has just returned to his side, is he going to give the dog away again?

The last time Jing Jiu persuaded it was with the word Dou.

The fight between the dragon and the tiger.

This time he relied on a place name.

I'm going to Guocheng Temple. Lei Hunmu crosses the Ming Road and sends it back to Bihu. Liu Ci will watch it personally.

The white cat was silent for a while, then meowed in agreement.

For the current it, ascension is basically hopeless, so it can only think about prolonging its life, preferably with the same life as the world.

Of course, Zen Buddhism is the most powerful method in this aspect. It has long wanted to go to Guocheng Temple to listen to scriptures, but it has never had a suitable opportunity.

Listening to the movement, Gu Qing and Yuan Qu came out of the cave and saluted one person and one cat.

Jing Jiu said to Gu Qing, Hold the cat and follow me.

That's how they walked from Chaoge City to Xihai.

Before Gu Qing could ask, he walked up to the white cat, saluted again, and then stretched out his hand.

Looking at this scene, Yuan Qu was a little envious, how many Qingshan disciples could walk in the world with the Lord Guardian in their arms? It's just that Gu Qing is Jing Jiu's direct disciple, and he is his nephew, after all, there is a layer of separation, so it's hard to fight for anything.

Unexpectedly, the white cat would not let Lu Qing hug it, and waved its paw to tell him to stand far away, with a disgusted expression on its face.

Zhao Layue walked towards the edge of the cliff, looked into Jing Jiu's eyes and said, I'll come.

The white cat kept nodding.

Jing Jiu said, Alright.

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After leaving a letter for Yuan Qu to forward over there, Jing Jiu took Zhao Layue and Zhao Layue away from Shenmo Peak with the cat in their arms.

The Firth sword was too conspicuous. They used that iron sword, and they landed in Yunji Town without flying very far, and they officially left after eating hot pot.

For the next part of the journey, they did not wield swords, but walked.

The white cat slumped in Zhao Layue's arms, thinking that the trip was not bad, and the bumpy mountain road didn't matter.

The mountain road passes through a small mountain village, and when you come to the mountain ridge and look down, you can just see the house that is getting bigger and bigger.

Father Liu was busy with some kind of livelihood in the yard, and his head was still full of black hair. After so many years, he seemed to be still in good health.

Mother Liu came out with a little boy in her arms and a five or six-year-old girl by her hand.

Father Liu went up to meet him and said a few words, and the whole family laughed, enjoying themselves to the extreme.

Zhao Layue looked down and said, Does Liu Shisui know?

I have no idea.

Jing Jiu took out a elixir, handed it to Zhao Layue, and said, It melted in the water tank. The pond in the village has a nice view. Wait for me there.

The white cat raised its head, looked at the light snow falling in the sky, and thought to itself, standing by the pond to enjoy the scenery in winter, is that enough for you?

Zhao Layue said good, came to the village with the cat in her arms, put a medicine in the water tank of Liu Zhai, then walked to the pond and looked at the water.

The snowflakes fell on the water and disappeared instantly, as if they had never existed.

She is about to wander in the middle of the wild. To mortals, she is a real fairy, and no one can see her standing by the pond.

The white cat felt that she was a little nervous, and meowed softly, trying to comfort her.

Zhao Layue looked at the snowflakes falling on the water, but said nothing.

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Jing Jiu confirmed that no one was watching him, no matter the sky or the ground, he walked out of the small mountain village and walked back along the way he came back.

Father Liu and Mother Liu gave birth to two more children, and the big tree by the pond is already 23 years old.

After walking through the wild forest for a long time, he finally came to the bank of the stream, where he had cut wood to make a fire, and steamed his clothes dry for the first time in two lifetimes.

The stream is covered with snow, and the upstream pool is even covered with thin ice, but because of the waterfall falling from the mountainside, it is not frozen.

Jing Jiu went up the waterfall, entered the mountainside, walked through the extremely dark passage, and came to the cave.

The pearls in the cave shone with light, illuminating the stone couch and the two futons in front of the couch.

The man was still lying on the stone couch, his face was covered by a layer of unfathomable clouds, like thousands of stars, and he couldn't see his true face clearly.

Jing Jiu walked to the couch and said, There must be something wrong with the formation. Today, let's check whether Bai Ren made a move.

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(Some readers are worried that I have forgotten my original intention. Don’t worry, the Dao is definitely easy to flow. I wrote it very relaxedly and happily. I hope you can read it casually, just for fun. Counting the years today, Jing Jiu’s rebirth is just 23 years old. Of course, I have to pay my respects to my dear Third Senior Sister.)