The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

Kunlun Mountain, Yuquan Mountain.

This place is full of flowers, greenery, and vitality. Birds are singing melodiously, as if singing the music of life.

The squirrel was squatting on a branch, gnawing on a pine cone with relish, its bright black eyes rolling around, staring closely at the two people playing chess at the stone table below.

Hey!
Meng Yu picked up the white piece and gently placed it on the chessboard.

"Haha, the way of heaven is just like this chess game. Once you make a move, you will never regret it! Disciple, you are already trapped like a dragon in this game. I will definitely beat you!"

Jade Ding Zhenren still looked the same as before, wearing a tattered green robe, looking a little shabby, with a brush for casting spells stuck in his hair, and the two small mustaches at the corners of his mouth trembled slightly with his laughter, which was particularly eye-catching.

Meng Yu looked calm and said slowly, "The dragon being trapped is not a dead end. Master, why did you make such a conclusion so early? Besides, we have fought against each other in desperate situations before!"

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Jade Ding Zhenren showed a hint of displeasure on his face. He shook his head slowly, carefully examined Meng Yu, and suddenly sighed and said, "Disciple, do you know what I like most about you and what I hate most about you?"

Meng Yu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and asked, "What?" "You are just too serious, and you look at everything too calmly!" Jade Ding Zhenren sighed.

"My personality comes from others and can't be changed!" Meng Yu looked calm.

"Alas!" Jade Ding Zhenren sighed again, as if he remembered something, and continued: "Oh, hundreds of years have passed, where did Meng Jing go? It's as if he has completely disappeared in the Three Realms!"

Meng Yu shook his head slightly and said, "After he went to Lihentian that year, he disappeared and I completely lost contact with him. Now I have no idea of ​​his specific situation."

"Could it be that the Demon-Subduing Saint has left this world?" Jade Ding Zhenren murmured to himself in a low voice.

"Maybe it's possible!" Meng Yu replied.

"Hey, Master once asked me to introduce him to Yuxu Palace! Never mind! It's fine if he disappears from the Three Realms!" Jade Ding Zhenren said with a complex tone, "His magical power is too powerful and has already disrupted the balance of the Three Realms."

At this time, Jade Ding Zhenren was about to urge Meng Yu to make a move and continue the game, but suddenly he saw Meng Yu frowning slightly. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "The big dragon is trapped, there is little chance of a comeback, my disciple..."

"It's not this..." Meng Yu slowly stood up and looked up at the vast sky.

"What's wrong?" Jade Ding Zhenren looked puzzled.

"His breath flashed by just now, and he seemed to be back!" Meng Yu said solemnly.

"Him?" Jade Ding Zhenren didn't react for a moment and asked in confusion, "Who?"

Meng Yu closed his eyes, and his sea of ​​consciousness instantly turned into a rapidly calculating magic disk, constantly deducing Meng Jing's whereabouts, but found nothing.

"Could it be Meng Jing?" Jade Ding Zhenren suddenly realized and asked.

Meng Yu nodded slightly. ...The other side of the cloud.

Meng Jing's figure flashed across the sky like a flash of lightning, his body tightly wrapped by the boundary membrane, hidden in the darkness under the lamp.

Meng Jing didn't want to look for Meng Yu, because that was Yuanshi Tianzun's territory, and he also didn't want to appear in front of the immortals in heaven. He just wanted to find a quiet place alone to practice in seclusion and comprehend the mysteries of the way of heaven.

Meng Jing's body movements were as fast as lightning, and his speed was astonishing. In a blink of an eye, he bypassed the four major gates of heaven and came to the human world. Then he used his body movements again and disappeared between heaven and earth.

A moment later, he arrived at the hills near the east coast where the Tang Dynasty was once located.

……

Meng Jing slowly landed among the dense mountains, his eyes shining with divine light. He scanned the area within a hundred miles, and only after he had fully understood the situation in the area did he choose a place to land.

What lies before my eyes is a dilapidated temple with broken walls, overgrown weeds, and green branches entwined around the temple, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

Meng Jing stood quietly in front of the temple, looking at the old tiles and the dense spider webs in the corners of the wall.

When his eyes fell on the door plaque that was so old that the words on it were almost invisible, he could vaguely make out the words "Wei Qian Shengjun Temple" written on it.

There is a severely weathered stone sculpture inside the temple. The whole temple is crumbling and is surrounded by dense trees, making it look particularly desolate.

"No wonder there is an inexplicable aura that attracts me here!" Meng Jing stared at the characters on the door plaque. The blurred handwriting revealed a strong sense of time. "It turns out that when I was on duty in heaven, there were believers in the human world who worshipped me!"

Wei Qian, the Saint who conquers demons? How long has it been since anyone mentioned this title? Hundreds of years or thousands of years?

"Master, are you planning to go into seclusion here?" The voice of the Xihe Sword came from between Meng Jing's eyebrows.

"Yes, there is no one to disturb me here, so I can concentrate on my understanding!" Meng Jing looked indifferent and spoke in a calm tone.

“But this is a place where the human race flourishes, and there are a large number of humans. Even though this place is deep among the mountains, there will always be people who set foot here! It may be difficult for the master to practice and comprehend here in peace.” The phantom of the Xihe Sword slowly appeared in front of Meng Jing and said.

"When your heart is beating, your mind will forget about it. Perhaps this is destined. You can set up a formation at this moment to repel those who have no magic power!" Meng Jing looked calm.

After saying that, Meng Jing stepped into the temple. The moment he stepped over the threshold of the temple, the Xihe Sword emitted an invisible light and shadow, covering an area of ​​ten miles in radius.

Meng Jing did not restore the dilapidated temple to its original appearance. He kept it the same as it once was.

Afterwards, he quietly sat in front of the leaky stone statue in the temple and began to meditate with his eyes closed. (End of this chapter)