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Epilogue & Resurrection

Their cheers are for the return of the former Son of God, and for the changes that Wuxiangmen will have.

Except for the Guiyuan oasis in the western desert, the rest of the place is too hot and desolate to live in. Many people actually traveled thousands of miles from the states of the Central Plains and crossed the desert to worship Wuxiangmen. Fighting and internal friction, flattering and flattering the elders in charge can only get more training resources, many disciples have already suffered terribly.

And those who have already joined the sect can't afford the punishment of betraying the sect, so they can only secretly persuade their former friends and family members not to join the Wuxiang sect, and because of these reasons, the Wuxiang sect has recruited more and more disciples in recent years There are fewer and fewer, and the atmosphere in the door is getting worse and worse.

Although I didn't dare to say it clearly, smart people can more or less guess that this scene or those three silent connivances, after all, the present host is only able to take the position of head with their approval.

As early as the return of the legendary Holy Son, some people raised hopes. After all, his deeds, words, deeds and strength are enough to prove that Xuanqiu Holy Son can provoke the great responsibility of Wuxiangmen.

After all, among monks, the strong are respected, and the masters are teachers.

Most of the monks who survived from the same era are now elders. They naturally worship Xuanqiu Shengzi because of his strength, but also because of his character. The prosperity of Xiangmen; and the young monks who have been around for nearly 200 years, in addition to respecting the legendary son, are more cheering for their own future that is about to change.

Some people were cheering, while others quietly retreated from the crowd with fearful eyes.

As the host of Wuxiangmen who was supported by several elders, Xuanzhi lost his composure and sat on the gold silk sandalwood armchair. There was no need for the little novice who rushed in to report, but he also saw the two who could be called fleeing. An adult, and deafening cheers.

There were five or six monks in the hall, pacing non-stop, with anxious faces.

"Senior brother, what should we do..." A potbellied monk cast his eyes on Xuan Zhi for help, his eyes flustered: "If what happened back then is discovered, we can..."

The other person raised his hand to set up the anti-peeping formation, his face was stern, and he lowered his voice: "Anyway, he has exhausted his spiritual power now, so we brothers and sisters should just work together and keep doing one thing..."

Xuan Zhi stretched out his hand to stop him, his face paled, and he shook his head: "Leaving aside the mystery, Xuan Chan and those who have made good friends with Xuan Qiu are all there, just that one... I will never succeed. Although he never made a move to help Xuan Qiu, but now when I make a move, he will definitely block it."

The monk who made the suggestion just now was astonished, and asked after a while: "What the host said...is it Elder Honghui?"

The fat monk was even more stunned: "Didn't it mean that this guy died as early as 200 years ago?"

"Otherwise, otherwise," Xuan Zhi sighed, "If it weren't for this restraint, the Wuxiang Sect would have been the hall of ours, so what kind of mystery would there be?"

When it came to the last sentence, his expression turned serious, and then slowly regained his composure, "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, that's all."

The rest of the people also fell silent, with expressionless faces, but they all had their own little calculations in their hearts.

Rather than staying here and waiting to die in fear, it is better to take advantage of Xuanqiu's ignorance and fly away as soon as possible...

"Senior brother/host, I will take my leave first."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Xuanji was waiting outside the door with his silver-backed seven-star knife. He bared his teeth and smiled: "Where are you going, brothers? Stay honestly in Qianqiu Palace, otherwise... the sword has no eyes."

"You!" The fat monk was so angry that the flesh on his belly trembled, and he was about to make a move, but he caught a glimpse of a group of people rushing up from his steps, and held his breath back in self-satisfaction and horror.

After a few halls, the exhausted Xuan Qiu had no intention of finding out what had happened in the Qianqiu Hall. After retreating from the concerned Xuan Chan, he hid in the secret area of ​​his body in order to adjust his breath and recover as soon as possible, preventing the two of them from fighting back.

But Xuanqiu recovered most of it, and those two didn't come back—obviously, they "retired" under the eyes of everyone, and they had no intention of fighting Xuanqiu to the death.

Walking out of the room, Xuan Qiu saw Xuan Chan who was guarding the outside. This caring brother didn't ask Xuan Qiu's sudden disappearance and sudden appearance, but asked him earnestly:

"How does Junior Brother feel? Why don't you rest for a few more days?"

"It's okay, it's much better now, I've made such a fuss, I have to come out and deal with the situation, I can't let senior brother do the work for me."

"They're all brothers, so why not help?" Confirming that his breathing was stable, Xuan Chan relaxed a little, and smiled narrowly, "That brat Xuan Ji is getting more and more crazy, but he is still sensible. He is stuck in Qianqiu Hall."

Xuan Qiu blinked, remembering that Xuan Zhi seems to be the current host?

"If there is no serious problem, there is no need to be too embarrassing, after all, the same door—"

"Junior Brother," Xuan Chan, who has always been kind to him, changed his expression, "You can forget the past, but we will never forget it. Besides, they have colluded with the Star Luo League and killed innocent people indiscriminately. It must be done."

Seeing his appearance, Xuan Qiu guessed that his own death back then probably couldn't be trusted with these people, so he didn't discuss this matter any more, and instead said: "Let's go, senior brother, and go and have a look, if it is hopeless, I'm not a soft-hearted person either."

And when Xuan Qiu met these people and saw luck and murderous intent from their eyes, he couldn't help sighing: Everyone said that turning back is the right thing to do, but even as Buddhists, they didn't seem to understand the true meaning of this sentence.

The head and host of the Wuxiang Sect has changed!

The news spread like wildfire, and first spread to the other four sects in Qingyun Continent.

Although it is one of the five major sects, it is just a change of head, which is not a big deal, but the problem: the change of position originated from the son of the Wuxiang sect who returned not long ago. There was a great battle, but Xuan Qiu won alone. It is said that the magic staff thrown that day still made a bottomless hole in the sand.

People in the world are amazed, some praise the sage son for his benevolence and bravery, and they also condemn the rebels who deceived teachers and destroyed ancestors. However, even if there are different opinions, they can't affect Wuxiangmen far away in the western desert.

The Wuxiangmen only publicized the change of position to the major sects, and did not routinely hold a large-scale succession ceremony. According to Wuxiangmen, it is: save desires and extravagance, and keep everything simple.

Qiantian Pavilion.

Wu Gulan and Xia Hua, who came back only half a year ago, were going to meet the pavilion master, discussing the matter while walking, when the uncle An Pingyi who came to look for them listened, the snow-haired youth frowned slightly, and asked them: "The person you are talking about is..."

Xia Hua replied: "Wuxiangmen, Xuanqiu, is the famous holy son Xuanqiu 300 years ago."

Wu Gulan, who did not speak, was in deep thought, and suddenly said loudly: "I remembered, uncle, you heard about this, and you were heartbroken. At that time, you specially made a divination for him. What is the hexagram... not born... ... Nirvana?"

"Contemplating not being born but not dying, leads to nirvana without residue."

An Ping recalled that when he first heard Xia Hua's words, he knew who it was. After he finished speaking, he couldn't help feeling emotional: "I just didn't expect him to come back after 300 years, and he would make such a move when he came back. gone."

Wu Gulan snorted, "Even if I want to, I'm afraid I won't be able to."

"Senior sister's words are wrong," Xia Hua disagreed, "Ordinary people often say: Brothers work together to cut gold. If all sects can work together, it doesn't matter whether the venerable is powerful or the demon race is alien. .”

An Pingyi nodded: "Xia Hua is right, for the current plan, there is only one person who can lead each sect."

"That's not easy. Isn't Qiantian Pavilion the most suitable?" Wu Gulan said without hesitation. From what she thought, the Qiantian Pavilion, which could be compared to the elders of these sects, would naturally be the leader.

"Qiantian Pavilion has always been independent from the world," the pavilion owner Li Yin didn't know when he had arrived, so he didn't take it seriously, "but the various sects and several major cultivation families have been intertwined for thousands of years, and my pavilion can't convince the public even if it is in the first place."

Wu Gulan, whose face was wrinkled into a ball upon hearing this, hammered his fist and said happily: "I see, the Zongmen Grand Competition will be held every three years soon, why don't we beat them to death."

It is said that Qiantian Pavilion has not been to the Zongmen Grand Competition that is often held in the cultivation world. It is once every three years. It is indeed a bit frequent for monks, but it is given to many monks.

Especially for young disciples who are new to the cultivation world, it is a practical and relatively safe platform for actual combat.

Xia Hua, who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, added enthusiastically: "The master was already a Nascent Soul not long ago." He paused for all the previous records of Qiantian Pavilion, then continued:

"Anyway, I'm only a Nascent Soul cultivator, so it's not too much to participate. After defeating them one by one, it will be easier to talk."

Li Yin scolded lightly: "Nonsense, the master is still out for training, so you will arrange it on your behalf?"

An Pingyi patted Wu Gulan and Xia Hua's shoulders, turned to Li Yin and said, "It just so happens that they will go out after reporting the news, so it's not a bad idea to ask them to ask the master."

In the past few months, because Li Yin did not allow An Pingyi to abuse the divination technique, the people from Qiantian Pavilion had been searching for the lurking demons in six states.

Even the missions are their own experiences, after all, neither the disciples of Qiantian Pavilion nor the elders like to stay in this peaceful secret realm for too long.

Although Li Yin didn't know what An Pingyi was planning, his words always had a reason.

Although she is the master of a pavilion, she will discuss most things with An Pingyi before making a decision. This is also the tradition of Qiantian Pavilion. Just as she was thinking, the young man with loose snow hair winked at her.

Really, there are two or three hundred people... and they are always so unstable.

Li Yinqing coughed, and changed his words: "That's okay, but I have to ask my master before making a decision."

The senior sister and younger brother looked at each other and smiled, and said in unison: "I would like to follow the order of the pavilion master."

Qiantian Pavilion has the decision of Qiantian Pavilion, but in Shengyangzong, Situ Zheng also has a different idea.

When receiving the ins and outs of Wuxiangmen's presiding officer's change of position, Situ Zheng stood upright at the highest point of the formation peak, watching the disciples who were talking and practicing the formation below, and looked up as if he had inadvertently glanced over several cavernous places—— It is the retreat place for those members of the Shengyang Sect.

He was thinking that he still had to send a few people to Wuxiangmen to have a look. If there was no doubt about them, they could also learn from that holy son. It was unlikely to follow suit.

But Situ Zheng at least wants to know who is trustworthy and who is hiding something.

Although the Star Luo League was destroyed, he knew that the invisible hand behind it never stopped its movements.

It's like he has already assigned Xie Xu's usual tasks to other disciples, and even let Xie Xu rest in the Xieyang Pavilion under the pretext of being unable to handle something (in fact, it means house arrest), but he got a letter from a certain uncle of his. Pressure, and several people who frequently opposed him.

Just like the monsters who suddenly rioted and destroyed several cities in Nanling Chizhou, and those ferry fishermen who have been homeless in the East China Sea.

Situ Zheng pinched the center of his brows, feeling a little headache, returned to the main hall, and prepared to write a letter to the Sect Master of Shuiyue Sect.

From the names alone, we can tell that the relationship between the two sects with ancient origins is much closer than other sects, combined with the matter of the Wuxiang sect, and the hidden former Star Luo alliance members (specifically referring to those who disappeared without trace) the Supreme Elder), Situ Zheng wanted to ask the Sect Master of Shuiyue Sect what plans he had.

At this moment, Ji Qingxue, the Sect Master of Shuiyue Sect that Situ Zheng was thinking about, was personally receiving two guests who came from afar.

The author says:

"Contemplating not being born but not dying, so that you can enter Nirvana without residue." Transformed from "Diamond Sutra"

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