Fengyunlu

The scene stopped abruptly, and Fairy Ji Yao's eyes moved, but before she could wonder, the illusion flowed, presenting another appearance that seemed both real and illusory...

A blue-green lightning-like light streaked across the boundless sea. The disciple of Qingli Palace, Kong Yang Zhenren, who had a high level of comprehension, was rushing towards Yaochi like an arrow. At this moment, in the southwest corner, on Mount Xumi, which was closer to Yaochi than Cangyun Sect and Qingli Palace, Buddhist music lingered, which was extremely solemn. A skinny old monk sat on a lotus seat. Although he looked skinny, he had an amazing aura. His eyes, which were originally closed, suddenly opened when Kong Yang Zhenren left the sea, and a light flashed in his eyes.

After a while, the light disappeared, and the old monk showed a bitter look on his face. He frowned and muttered to himself: "The two emperors have been alarmed, and even Mr. Bai has come personally. Although we don't have an emperor in Xumi Palace now, this opportunity cannot be missed. West Kunlun is closer than the two, and Boyang Valley may also want to get involved. In this case, we have to go to Yaochi to take a look."

The old monk thought about it, then opened his palm and moved the rosary on his hand. He looked up in a certain direction, and a soft Sanskrit voice sounded: "Nine Sons of Buddha, come to Di Miao Cliff to receive the Dharma disc..."

Sanskrit sounds echoed on Mount Xumi, and several Buddha lights shot up into the sky, with golden light lining the clouds with a layer of gold. Before the old monk's voice faded, the first Buddha light floated over, and a voice that made people feel relaxed and happy sounded.

"Disciple Xuan Yin, I pay homage to the Buddha!" ​​A golden light flashed, and a kind monk came from the east. He looked at the old monk with respect.

The old monk smiled slightly, looked at Xuan Yin and nodded: "Well, wait aside for now."

As soon as he finished speaking, six beams of Buddha's light descended at the same time.

"Disciple, pay homage to my Buddha!"

The six people shouted in unison, and the Buddha's light disappeared. They bowed together to the old monk who was sitting on the edge of the cliff with the sea of ​​clouds behind him.

The old monk nodded repeatedly, looked at the seven disciples in front of him, and said, "Yetuo and Sunduo are in retreat, and they will come out to receive orders later. You should first receive the Dharma discs on their behalf, and then go to West Kunlun with the two junior brothers to help."

Before the old monk finished speaking, a golden jade butterfly appeared in his hand. This was the order of the head monk of Xumi Palace. Holding it was like the Buddha himself, representing the power of the entire Xumi Palace and all the monks of Mount Xumi. No matter how many monks there were in the world, seeing the Dharma disc was like seeing the Buddha. This was not only an order, but also a symbol of status. The orthodox actions of Xumi Palace had to be respected by even the largest sects.

The old monk took out the magic disc and threw it gently, and it landed directly in Xuan Yin's hand. Xuan Yin caught the magic disc and looked puzzled: "Disciple is taking the order on behalf of my fellow disciples, but I want to ask, why do we have to bring the magic disc to West Kunlun to help?"

Xuan Yin's doubts also represent the others. The seven Buddhist disciples present all have high cultivation, but because they have been in Mount Xumi for many years, they don't know much about the world's major events. Just like the Feng family catastrophe three years ago, such a big event alarmed both the good and evil, and even the old monk in front of him, the current Buddha of Xumi Palace, wanted to go. But at that time, someone actually stopped him, and the old monk took action himself. The strength of both sides was equal. In that situation, the old monk did not order the nine disciples, and did not even take out the magic disc. But now something happened in West Kunlun, and he actually took out the Xumi magic disc directly, which made people wonder what happened in Yaochi.

Everyone was stunned, their hearts pounding, their eyes wide open, staring at the old monk. The old monk nodded gently, and the great Buddha with a bitter face slowly turned his head, his eyes as if attracted by a magnet, staring straight at the direction of West Kunlun. He finally spoke: "You are confused, this is normal. Our Buddhist sect has always been detached from the secular world, and we rarely get involved in the troubles of the world. Even for the terrible incident in the northern border three years ago, I just tried my best to help and reduce the losses. But today's incident in West Kunlun is very different. It affects the lifeblood of the entire world and the direction of the entire world. It is said that the world is like purgatory and all living beings are suffering. Although we practitioners can see the various aspects of the world clearly, there are some things that we cannot avoid and we have to bite the bullet and go ahead."

"As you know, Yaochi Fairyland is different from other places. The people of Xuanmen often engage in internal strife, and it seems that they are destined to suffer disasters. But the Yaochi Fairyland in West Kunlun is different. The place seals the terrifying power of ancient times. Although it is a bit dangerous, it should not harm innocent people, and it should not connect the past and the present and affect the entire historical process. The fate in this world must be resolved by our Buddhist sect. You came here this time to resolve these fates. As for who the fate falls on, this magic disc has the final say."

There was something else behind the words of the Great Buddha, and his eyes were filled with endless bitterness. It seemed that he was lamenting the impermanence of the world's situation, and that the Buddhist sect seemed to have to shoulder this heavy responsibility.

Xuan Yin, who was present, seemed to have realized something. He put away the Dharma disc, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully: "Disciple will definitely do his best." The other six people also bowed and said in unison: "Amitabha, we will definitely do our best!"

"Okay." The Great Buddha nodded, and the Buddhist beads in his hand rang, and he gently twisted them. He looked in a certain direction of the sea of ​​clouds, as if he felt some mysterious power. He turned back and gave a few instructions: "You should let nature take its course on the road and help Yao Chi overcome difficulties. If someone needs to face the calamity, don't force it unless it is a matter of life and death."

"Yes, sir!" The seven people answered in unison, and then turned and left. Their Buddha lights gathered together and flew towards the northeast of Mount Xumi. When they reached the sea of ​​clouds, two more Buddha lights joined in. They were Yada and Sunda, two of the nine sons of Buddha who were in seclusion. The nine Buddha lights rolled in the air and disappeared into the horizon in a flash.

Suddenly, a ghostly voice sounded, coming from nowhere, but floating gently in the ear of the Great Buddha: "After so many years, you are still the same."

"Brother, you don't know that Mount Xumi is about to collapse. A hundred years ago, that demon king appeared out of nowhere and almost overturned the Three Treasures Sutra. At that time, you resolved the crisis because you were an old acquaintance. But brother, do you remember? The figure that appeared in the scripture that time did not look like the demon king."

After a while, a sigh echoed in the empty space: "Alas, I promised Master to protect the Three Treasures, and now I have two more chances. After this trip, if you don't reach the Xumi Wuwang Land, I will not interfere again. Don't blame me for being ruthless then."

"Junior brother thanks you on behalf of the Buddhist sect, but Yaochi Mountain is being watched by various forces. Even Mr. Bai's Nine Immortal Dragons have come out from the South China Sea. It seems that this crisis can be resolved without you having to do anything. I hope you can take care of the person who is going to be robbed."

That ethereal voice came again: "If the magic disc has chosen me, it is God's will, and I will not refuse. But if it is not fate, I will waste my second chance by leaving the mountain this time, and there is nothing I can do."

"Junior brother, I understand. I'll rely on you this time." The voice slowly faded away, and then there was no response. The Great Buddha's eyes moved, and then he slowly closed his eyes. The Buddha's light on his body gradually spread, and the entire Di Miao Cliff was illuminated with solemnity...

What happened? Why did Big Brother suddenly come out? Did someone encounter some secret mechanism? At the entrance to the desolate ancient land in the southwest, at the mountain gate of Boyang Valley, a hurried figure suddenly turned back and asked this question with a puzzled look on his face.

This guy was wearing a fiery red Taoist robe. He was tall, with a golden complexion, and had the aura of a middle-aged man. The wind made his long hair flutter gently, and his eyes were sharp enough to see through everything.

"Second Uncle, you may not know since you just came back. Someone came yesterday. That guy didn't say who he was, but just showed a token. Master then hurried out of seclusion. He even came out of the mountain in person this morning, and no one knows where he went." The voice of a young girl sounded. She had a charming figure and a seductive look on her face. There was an irresistible temptation in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

"Token?" Uncle Er paused, looking thoughtful. After a while, he seemed to have figured it out. "Is that person still in the valley?"

"I was sent away by my master himself at midnight last night." The charming girl answered immediately, standing aside with a swaying figure.

The second uncle was puzzled again, his eyes narrowed, and he nodded: "Well, he left at midnight, it seems that the eldest brother has to do it himself."

"Uncle, do you know this person?" The girl's voice was charming, and it made people feel itchy.

This second uncle, Wu Zhuo, the younger brother of the Boyang Valley Master, was very famous back then. He was the younger brother of the Golden Crow Emperor, and he was a very famous person. He was the second in command of Boyang Valley. If Wu Guang hadn't been the boss, the position of the Valley Master might have been his. His cultivation was also top-notch, comparable to the Golden Crow Emperor, but the Valley Master had those treasures that were passed down from generation to generation, and he didn't show them to others easily, so Wu Guang gradually surpassed Wu Zhuo.

But even so, Wu Zhuo's cultivation is also the best among the saints. In the Liangyi Sect incident a hundred years ago, he and Feng Wanlin joined forces and were equally matched. However, Feng Wanlin was too amazing later, and he overwhelmed everyone by himself. At first, Wu Zhuo was a little dissatisfied, but later, when he heard about Feng Wanlin's deeds, he could only shake his head and sigh, feeling that there were such people in the world.

In the matter of cultivation, everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses, and other people's achievements belong to others. Just like three years ago, Feng Wanlin was so powerful, but in the end, a disaster almost wiped out his clan, even his son almost died, and he almost lost the Saint of the Bai family. Wu Zhuo thought to himself, if it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to cause so much trouble in the battle in the Northern Frontier, even if he didn't lose completely. But now, he is still alive, so the opportunities in the world are based on others and yourself, not envious nor self-destructive.

As a result, Wu Zhuo's state of mind was elevated to a higher level, and the gap between him and his elder brother was slowly narrowing. Now, his cultivation was not much different from that of his elder brother.

Therefore, even if this enchanting girl did it intentionally or unintentionally, Wu Zhuo was as steady as an old dog in front of her. He frowned and said, "Your fire veins have been cultivated to 70%, and you should be in seclusion for at most half a year. The same goes for my elder brother. If you stay in the valley at this time, I am not afraid that you will cause big trouble."

"Aren't you back, Second Uncle? Master thought so too, so he left with peace of mind this morning. From what Second Uncle said, Master has been out for a long time this time?" The girl smiled slightly and looked at him with confusion, and the sunshine became warm like a breeze on her face.

Wu Zhuo, however, acted as if he hadn't seen it. He had a high level of cultivation and there was no trace of evil in his eyes. He just shook his head and replied, "It's hard to say. If that person comes, it may take Big Brother three to five years, or at least a year. But don't worry, Big Brother knows what's going on. There will definitely be opportunities this time. It's just that I was cultivating at the time, and I missed it in vain."

The woman immediately heard the hidden meaning and understood it. She raised her lips and said with a smile: "Second uncle, you are the best to Ling'er. If you want, Ling'er will quietly get some for you tomorrow. Master is not in the valley now, and I know exactly where his treasures are hidden." "Tomorrow?" Wu Zhuo deliberately raised his eyebrows, actually giving a wink. Ling'er understood immediately: "Oh, I said it wrong, it's today, I'll go now." Before she finished speaking, her figure flashed, like a red lightning, whooshed and disappeared, flying straight into the depths of Boyang Valley. Wu Zhuo looked at her dashing back with a satisfied smile on his face, but not long after, his face became serious again, turned around and disappeared into the mountain gate.

In a blink of an eye, Wu Zhuo quietly appeared in the Red Phosphorus Cave in the back mountain of Boyang Valley. He looked up at the plaque on the door of the cave and said respectfully: "Junior Wu Zhuo, I am here on behalf of my elder brother. Please forgive me, ancestor." The door of the cave moved slightly. Wu Zhuo pushed it, but the door did not open. He said again: "Junior..." Before he finished speaking, a voice suddenly floated over: "Okay, just send the child here when the time comes, you and your elder brother wait." The voice was cold, revealing an unquestionable majesty. Wu Zhuo was very respectful, without any dissatisfaction. However, when he heard that he could not go in, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes: "Thank you, ancestor, but this child has gone through three disasters and six calamities, and each level is extremely difficult. It would be great to have the ancestor's help, but what can we do if others can't help with the last level?" There was silence in the cave for a while, and then the voice said slowly: "Outsiders can't help with this matter. It depends on the girl's luck. However, something big happened in West Kunlun recently because of the Taiyin conflict. The Yaochi Fairyland is a Taiyin land, so you never know what opportunities there will be." Wu Zhuo nodded repeatedly after hearing this, but he was still a little worried: "My eldest brother is already preparing, but if this child can't do it in the future when he refines his body and transforms his meridians..." "Man can conquer nature, go, and don't bother me if you have nothing to do..."