Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

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Sitting cross-legged in the meditation room, Xu Junming waved his hand, and a bronze mirror slowly rose above his head, and a copper furnace flew out of the bright mirror light.

The flames in the furnace were blazing and extremely hot.

I looked at the heat.

"It's still a little bit worse."

Nine thousand refined iron is too difficult to melt.

He has been calcining it in the Bagua furnace for nearly half a year, but it is still a little short of the mark.

Of course, if you use the Tiangong Divine Furnace, you don’t have to go to such trouble. However, the Tiangong Divine Furnace is far away in the cave of Dihuang Mountain, and he has to go back to refine the treasure as soon as he comes out, and he is not very willing.

Later, the Bagua furnace with its perfect spiritual weapon was sacrificed and trained to help it survive the catastrophe. After it became a magic weapon, it was used to practice the flying swords needed by the Changchun Sword Sect.

Although it is still not as good as the Tiangong Divine Furnace, the refining efficiency has been increased several times, which is enough.

After putting away the copper stove and round mirror, Xu Junming changed his finger skills, and a spiritual light flew up and quickly disappeared into the night sky.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

"come in."

Following the footsteps, a young man wearing a white robe, a jade crown, and a majestic appearance stepped in.

Seeing Xu Junming, his eyes showed respect and awe, and he quickly bowed.

"I've met Brother Dao."

"sit!"

The man in white sat down on the futon opposite.

"I haven't seen you for nearly 12 years, and it's really gratifying to see Fellow Taoist Ye still charming."

"Asking Xiao is just a simple meal of corpses, and it cannot compare with the power of Taoist friends who move freely and horizontally in the Chongyang Cave."

Ip Man Xiao You remembered the shock in his heart when the news of Xu Junming's sweep of Chongyang Cave reached his ears twelve years ago.

You must know that the third level of Chongyang Cave is a place of death that no one in the cultivation world has been able to escape unscathed for hundreds of years.

The man in front of him not only killed the remnants of the Chongyang Dao who were hiding inside, but also beat away the old Black Mountain demon holding the ‘Heavenly Demon Flag’.

The strength is so strong that even the entire Xuanjing Division can't match it.

Xu Junming smiled lightly.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, does the Xuanjing Department have any news about Chong Yuanzi's remnants?"

"After the demon escaped from the Chongyang Cave, he attempted to cause cholera in Zhongzhou City, but was repelled by the Imperial Preceptor with the 'Flying Thunder Mace', and finally fled into the West Pole Desert and disappeared."

In addition to the vast mountains in the west of Dayong, the largest one is the boundless Huoluo Desert, which is tens of thousands of miles long.

This huge desert and its harsh climate have blocked Dayong from communicating with the outside world.

"National Preceptor? But the one known as 'Cihang'?" Xu Junming said.

"Exactly."

Ye Wen Xiao nodded respectfully.

The Great Master of Dayong, the Great Master Cihang, is a peerless powerhouse of the ninth level of Yuanshen, the true pillar of Dayong’s founding.

It has accumulated prestige over hundreds of years and has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Xu Junming is extremely powerful, so he doesn't have to care much, but Ip Man Xiao can't.

"Master Cihang!"

He thought silently in his mind, "I just don't know if this Cihang is the centipede demon in A Chinese Ghost Story who wants to become an immortal with the help of dragon energy!"

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Xu. When the envoy left, he told me that if I see you, I must tell you that she is waiting for you in the library of Xuanjing Division in the capital."

Xu Junming knew he was talking about Xiao Hongge.

"I know." After a pause, "How has the Black Heart Demon Cult been doing in the past few years?"

"Increasingly rampant!"

Xu Junming frowned.

"Why?"

"The new emperor ascended the throne, the old ministers and the new nobles fought for power, and corrupt officials were rampant in the local area, so that civil unrest continued and hungry people swarmed. In addition, there have been many natural disasters in recent years, especially last year when the Hun River flooded, destroying tens of millions of farmland. As a result, refugees spread all over the country, which greatly shaken the imperial rule."

"Natural disasters and man-made disasters have resulted in numerous deaths, the accumulation of hostility, the roaring of the souls of injustice, and the breeding of countless demons. In such an environment, the Black Heart Demon Sect has thrived like a fish in water, and its power has grown rapidly."

"In addition to the nine heavenly kings, there are also twelve ghosts."

"Twelve ghosts?" Xu Junming frowned.

"They are twelve monks in the middle and late stages of Nascent Soul, including humans, monsters, ghosts, and devils. Although their strength is not as good as that of the Nine Heavenly Kings, they are still powerful." Ye Wenxiao nodded.

"How could your Xuanjing Division watch the Black Heart Demon Cult grow to such an extent?" Xu Junming asked.

Ye Wenxiao smiled bitterly.

"With the instability in the Central Plains over the past few years, most of the Xuanjing Division's strength has been concentrated in the Central Plains provinces, and the strength of the southern provinces has dropped a lot."

"Coupled with the fact that the Black Heart Demon Sect has lost all its elites over the years, the Nine Heavenly Kings are so powerful that just a few of our inspectors cannot withstand them."

"Except for our Xiajiang Province, because Xu Daoyou plowed the caves and wiped out most of the demons and ghosts here, the situation is relatively stable. In the other provinces, especially the three provinces of Tiannan, Rinan and Longchuan in the southwest, the Xuanjing Division The power can only guarantee the stability of provincial capitals, prefectural cities, and a few county towns. The remaining towns and counties have been separated from the jurisdiction of the Xuanjing Division."

"If you just let it go, wouldn't the people there have all fed the monsters?" Xu Junming said angrily.

"Fellow Taoist, you have misunderstood. In addition to our Xuanjing Division, there are many practicing sects in various provinces. Where we left, all the Li Shu people have returned to them."

"Aren't you afraid that they will become stronger and drive your Xuanjing Division out completely?"

"There is nothing we can do. The strength of the Xuanjing Division is no longer what it used to be." Ye Wenxiao said with a bitter smile.

"Shouldn't the training of the Xuanjing Division be systematic? Why is it still not what it used to be?"

"Is it related to a civil strife in the Xuanjing Division a hundred years ago?"

"Civil unrest?"

There was a hint of memory in Ye Wenxiao's eyes.

"A hundred years ago, the fifth emperor of Dayong, Long Qing, was old, and the third prince and the seventh prince were competing for the position of crown prince. At that time, Liu Wujiu, the governor of the Xuanjing Division, was the grandfather of the seventh prince. He violated the Xuanjing Division and was not allowed to rule. In the battle for the throne, he led the Xuanjing Division to support the seventh prince."

"But the third prince secretly contacted the left and right envoys within the Xuanjing Division who were dissatisfied with Liu Wujiu's decision, and a war broke out between the two sides. Although the third prince won in the end, it greatly damaged the strength of the Xuanjing Division and lost its cover. The strength of the world.”

"If the third prince hadn't invited Master Cihang from Qingliang Mountain and appointed him as the national master, I'm afraid Dayong's rule would have been even more turbulent than it is now."

"I see."

Xu Jun nodded clearly and said, "Have you seen that Great Master Dayong?"

"No. I'm tired of the court, and I don't like the struggle for power. Every time I return to the capital, I only go to the Shenwu Hall to report on my duties. I have never attended the Spring and Autumn Banquet of the court. In fact, if my master hadn't asked me to serve in the Xuanjing Division before his death, A hundred years ago, I would have left long ago.”

Ip Man Xiao made no secret of his disgust with the Dayong court's struggle for power.

"Qingliang Mountain is thousands of miles away from the north of Zhongzhou City. It is really curious that the third prince at that time and the later Emperor Shenwu knew the current Imperial Master Dayong."

Ye Wenxiao's brows trembled.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, Master Cihang is an eminent monk. He single-handedly suppressed the Black Mountain Demon Sect before Jiazi. Over the years, he has only done good deeds and has saved countless lives...!"

Xu Junming waved his hand to interrupt him.

"I'm just curious about this person, I have no other intention."

Regardless of whether this Great Master Cihang is the centipede demon in A Chinese Ghost Story, Xu Junming can't care about him now.

"There should be a lot of news about the demon disciples of the Black Heart Demon Sect in your Xuanjing Division, right?"

Ye Wenxiao nodded, his words probing.

"Fellow Taoist, do you want to...?"

"The Black Heart Demon Cult and I are on the same level, so I will naturally kill one or two of them if I have the chance."

Xu Junming did not hide his purpose.

There was a hint of excitement in Ye Wenxiao's eyes.

Xu Junming's tyranny has long been proven through battle after battle.

In particular, the Battle of Chongyang Cave and Heaven became famous all over the world.

If you can get him to join, not to mention injecting a shot in the arm into the declining Xuanjing Division.

As long as the Black Heart Demon Sect can be suppressed, the bad situation of the Xuanjing Division in the seven provinces south of the Yangtze River can be alleviated. As long as it lasts long enough, the hematopoietic ability within the Xuanjing Division can replenish the consumption of the internal fighting a hundred years ago.

At that time, the situation in the practice world will be stable again.

Once the practice world is stabilized, it can feed back the imperial court, and Dayong's rule can be stabilized again.

Ye Wenxiao slapped the magic bag, and a white jade slip flew towards Xu Junming.

"This is the arrangement of the Black Heart Demon Cult in the seven southern provinces."

"I want to take a look."

Ye Wen Xiao heard the song and knew its elegant meaning, so he stood up.

"Brother Xu Dao, I won't disturb you anymore. Come visit me another day."

Xu Junming nodded.

"I won't send you Taoist friends off."

"No need. Fellow Taoist, just stay."

Ye Wenxiao left and looked at his back. After paying attention for a moment, he slowly withdrew his eyes.

The reason why he asked Ye Wenxiao for this information was not to help the Xuanjing Division. It just happens that everyone has a common enemy.

For the Black Heart Demon Cult, whether it is past grievances or mutually recognized moral principles, it is destined that the two parties cannot come together.

In this case, if there is a chance, Xu Junming will naturally cut off his wings.