The Path Toward Heaven

(Yesterday Daoist Guangyuan talked about the meeting at Guocheng Temple. Jing Jiu thought he was familiar with it, so he went. When I edited, I deleted those two sentences. In this chapter, Jing Jiu made up his mind to go to Guocheng Temple because of Yin San’s lotus problem. As a result, he forgot to change it in the draft box. It was deleted today. It is just a small detail, but it is more important. I will report it to everyone.)

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After writing the letter, Liu Shisui didn't fold it up or put it in an envelope, and just threw it out of the window.

The letter paper flew up with the wind, as if two wings had sprouted, and flew towards the southwest at a very fast speed. There is a Mao Zhai rune attached to this letter. If someone intercepts this letter on the road, this letter will be destroyed in the shortest time, and the rune inside will attack the opponent. Only the master of the breath in the rune can read this letter.

Liu Shisui is easy to find Jing Jiu's breath here, such as jasmine, such as the Fuji sword.

A few days later, the letter arrived outside Qingshan, but it could not pass through the Qingshan formation.

Yuan Qijing walked outside the cave, looked up into the sky expressionlessly, and saw the letter.

With his eyesight, he should be able to easily see the content on the letter paper, but because of the magic power of the Guancheng pen or the function of the runes, he could only see a few blurred blobs of ink. It was also because of this that he knew that it was a letter from Yi Mao Zhai, which opened a channel for the Qingshan formation.

The letter passed through the tunnel and drifted towards Shenmo Peak.

Yuan Qijing's gaze followed the letter to Shenmo Peak, recalling the conversation between Jing Jiu and Bu Qiuxiao in Chaoge City, and suddenly realized that it seemed good to have him as the head. Until today, no one knows the real content of that conversation, people only know that after that day, Yi Mao Zhai no longer supported Prince Jing Xin.

Jing Jiu saw the letter paper floating in front of the bamboo chair, reached out to take it off, and threw it back into the air after reading it.

The letter paper burned without fire, and turned into ashes in an instant, scattered in the tall grass under the cliff.

Zhao Layue turned her head and asked, What did the ten-year-old letter say?

Jing Jiu picked up the yin wooden comb and continued, The man went to Yimaozhai to get some lotus flowers.

Zhao Layue said, Is there a problem?

Jing Jiu said, I'm not sure, but I feel...somewhat bad.

Zhao Layue reached out to take the Yinmu comb, and said, Then hurry up.

Jing Jiu got up and went to the cave to write a list, handed it to Gu Qing and the others who were called out by Zhao Layue, and said, In one day, prepare all the above things.

Ping Yongjia didn't know what those things were at all, so he answered honestly. Gu Qing only recognized two of them as extremely rare Taoism materials, and thought that the other dozens of items were almost treasures of the same level, and said, I'm afraid there might not be any in the Nine Peaks.

Yuan Qu's family has a long history and knows more treasures than him. He shook his head and said, Don't talk about Jiufeng, there are a few things that may be difficult to find in the entire Chaotian Continent.

After the three of them memorized the names, Jing Jiu crumpled the paper into powder, burned it into green smoke with a sword fire, and said, These things are in Tianguang Peak, Shangde Peak, and Shiyue Peak respectively. Go and get them separately.

Those Taoism materials are indeed very rare. He spent decades in the past. If he starts collecting again now, he may not be able to find them in hundreds of years.

However, he collected four sets at once, and only used one set when he ascended, and now there are three sets in Qingshan.

In addition to those rare materials written on paper, more common auxiliary materials are needed, such as spar, rehmannia powder and the like.

Shenmo Peak began to receive things non-stop, and the apes rarely had specific errands, yelling, moving up and down non-stop, it was very lively. Yuan Qijing knew the movement over there, and it was easy to find out the types and quantities of those auxiliary materials. Is it too early to want to ascend?

Dozens of rare Taoism materials and other things were sent to the cave at the top of Shenmo Peak, the stone door was closed tightly, and no sound came out.

No one knew what Jing Jiu was doing in there, time passed slowly like this, and soon it was summer.

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Ice floes are floating everywhere on the vast sea, and a treasure ship is breaking through the ice waves.

Yinfeng squatted on the top of the sail, looking at the waves that kept coming in front of her and the ice that could not be seen in the distance, her expression was extremely solemn.

It doesn't seem to have changed in any way, but if you look closely, you can find that one of its tail feathers is missing, and the feathers on its body are also much lighter in color.

As the treasure ship headed north, the weather became more and more severe. The frost hanging on Yinfeng's body was getting thicker and thicker, but it didn't intend to come down, and it was still standing in the cold wind like a knife.

In the Battle of the West Sea, it was slashed twice by Nan Zhi, and now it has lost a thousand years of cultivation. It is at its weakest time, but the more it is, the more arrogant it is.

The practice of any life is to fight against the sky, pain is the inevitable price to bear, and it is also the best aura.

Accompanied by a few muffled sounds, the speed of the treasure ship suddenly dropped, and it should have hit an iceberg on the bottom of the sea.

Patriarch Xuanyin came out of the cabin, checked the spar furnace that powered the treasure ship, and confirmed that there was no problem. He walked to the bow and looked at the endless ice floes ahead. After a moment of silence, he said, No one should be able to chase here, right?

Yinfeng looked at him condescendingly, his eyes were full of contempt, and he thought to himself that he was really an evil devil, a heretic, and a coward.

A year ago, they went to Penglai Shendao, half-sold and half-robbed this special treasure ship from the treasure ship king, sailed into the West Sea and headed north all the way.

The orthodox sect of the Chaotian Continent searched for their traces everywhere, but they didn't know that they came to the North Sea where the strong wind was raging and the bitter cold was biting.

The cold wind howled, blowing the sparse hair of Patriarch Xuanyin into more than a hundred thin straight lines.

The ice sea scenery was too monotonous, and he didn't want his hair to fall out so early, so he turned around and entered the cabin.

The treasure ship was huge with many rooms inside.

In the deepest room, several formations are arranged, and several utensils of different shapes and sizes are placed in them according to the star position.

All kinds of strange fragrances and spiritual meanings exude from those utensils.

The ancestor knew that the smallest porcelain cup contained the bone marrow of the Canglong, the scales of the fire carp in the wooden lacquered box, and the cartilage of the flying whale in the armor box.

The longest nanfei bamboo hides the most important phoenix feather.

Yin San sat among these rare and rare treasures, holding the bone flute in his hand and tapping lightly, quietly looking at the lotus in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

That lotus is very magical, it is not in the tank, not even in the water, as if it was born out of nothingness.

Until now, Patriarch Xuanyin didn't know why the real person took the risk to go to Qianlifenglang to get this lotus.

No matter how you look at it, this lotus is an ordinary lotus.

Yin San stopped what he was doing, put the bone flute into his sleeve, and asked, How?

The ancestor said: The spar furnace is not damaged, but the temperature it can provide is not enough, and it can't meet your requirements.

While Jing Jiu was thinking about how to ascend, Yin San was thinking about how to become a feather.

He has prepared all the spare materials according to the records in that ancient book and his own deduction, what is needed now is to start the sacrifice.

Whether it is refining swords or alchemy, a furnace with extremely high temperature and pure flame is required.

The furnace he needs is much hotter than ordinary sword furnaces and pill furnaces.

The reason why he went to Penglai Shendao to grab this ship was that he took a fancy to the spar furnace designed by the treasure ship king himself, but he didn't expect it to be enough.

When he went to Lengshan to snatch the scales of the fire carp, he also thought about this problem, but it was a pity that none of the fragments of Lieyang Banner were gone.

Those fragments cannot be gone with the wind, nor can they be burned to ashes by the ground fire, so they should always exist somewhere.

Few things can be hidden from Bulao Lin.

Not from the imperial court, nor from the Wind Knife Sect.

Yin San looked at Patriarch Xuanyin and said, I think it should be Su Ziye, ask him to help bring it here.

Xuanyin Patriarch said: That kid once sold us, can it still be used?

Yin San smiled and said: Lonely ghosts, they will feel very grateful if they can be used by others.

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Before the first thunderstorm arrived, the stone gate of the cave opened and Jing Jiu came out.

He picked up Ada and went to Bihu Peak.

Countless thunderbolts fell from the night sky and hit the top of Bihu Peak, many of them poured into his body.

Afterwards, he took a bath in the green lake, and the excess lightning that his body could not contain scattered into the lake.

Accompanied by the intensive crackling sound, tens of thousands of fish fainted like this, floated to the surface of the water, their belly turned upside down, looking like tens of thousands of silver coins. (Once again, pay homage to more vulgar)

Those poor fishes didn't wake up until the next day, but some were still dead, and some got into the gull's belly.

Jing Jiu didn't see these miserable scenes, so he went to Shangde Peak overnight.

What exactly do you want to do?

The frost on Yuan Qi's whale eyebrows is like the icy edge of the eaves, it seems to fall at any time, but it will never fall.

The temperature in Shangde Peak's cave was too low, and the snow and frost formed by itself, but from spring to summer, he had been frowning because of Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu said, There is something wrong with that formation, I want to change it.

Yuan Qijing naturally knew what he was talking about, and asked, Successful?

Jing Jiu said, No, I might think of a new method.

Yuan Qijing said blankly: It turns out that you have problems that you can't solve.

Jing Jiu ignored him and said, I'll go to Guocheng Temple in autumn.

Yuan Qijing raised his eyebrows, and the snow and frost gradually fell, thinking what happened to you?

Jing Jiu didn't explain, it was because the man picked a lotus in the Thousand Miles Wind Corridor.

Lotus means reincarnation in Zen.

And there happened to be a reincarnated person in Guocheng Temple.

He walked into the well and came to the dark underground with the light of the sky.

The corpse dog opened his eyes and bowed his head.

Jing Jiu flew in front of it, reached out and touched the top of its head, and said, What do you think he is doing now?

It's like a cat trying to stretch its front paws, trying to appease some older boy.

Naturally, this question cannot be answered by the corpse dog.

He walked through the dark and filthy passage, came to the depths of the Sword Prison, and looked at the lonely cell again.

Xue Ji sensed his arrival, and turned to look at the stone door of the cell.

Eyes meet again.