Dijun's black moonlight is back

After Wen Jingchan left Qingcheng Mountain, he went directly to Bangala Mountain.

There is no way to climb this mountain with magic. Even if he has obtained the title of Shangqing, everyone must call him the True Lord of Wuyang.

In front of this sacred mountain, he could only climb it religiously.

Thousands of years ago, Zhaoyingguan and Fuyueguan fought here. No one knows the specific reason.

Only a few cultivators know that Fuyueguan died here.

The priest who controlled the stars for the Lord of Taiyi Star in the ancient star plain died in Zhenzhou in the human world.

This thing is so outrageous that it sounds like it was made up, but it is what it is.

The endless mountains reaching into the clouds are the body of Fuyueguan.

The stream formed by melting ice and snow is the bloodline of Fuyueguan.

Everything about her is left in the world.

Wen Jingchan climbed on rocks and snow, the cold wind sharper than a knife blade blowing on his face.

The small wounds quickly oozed blood, and were immediately frozen in the severe cold.

If the road up the mountain is flat, it will only take half a stick of incense at most.

But Wen Jingchan walked this road for a whole day and night.

Wen Jingchan felt several times that if he didn't reach the top of the mountain, he might really die in the snow.

When he finally saw the Bangala Ashram, he almost fell to his knees.

Fortunately, his cultivation level is considered advanced and he can barely maintain his dignity by relying on his spiritual power.

Taoist Kuye wore a thin outfit and sat cross-legged under the statue to meditate.

The tall statue pinched a lotus finger, just in time to block the falling snowflakes above Ku Ye.

But it was all in vain, as cold winds hit him from all directions, cutting through his dry and thin body like a knife.

He is the tombkeeper of Official Fuyue, and is probably the closest thing to God's will in the world.

Wen Jingchan came up the mountain just to ask him questions.

"He's disturbing me, Master Kuye," Wen Jingchan knelt down behind him, "I wonder if someone can help me clear up my confusion?"

The only thing that responded to him was the cold wind and heavy snow from the snow-capped mountains. Within a moment, snowflakes were falling slowly on his head and shoulders.

The biting cold was like countless daggers, piercing into his body. Wen Jingchan really couldn't imagine that Taoist Ku Ye would stay here like this for the rest of his life.

I don't know how long I waited, but when Wen Jingchan blinked, a piece of snow fell from his eyelashes, and Ku Ye finally slowly opened his eyes.

He turned his stiff body and turned to face Wen Jingchan: "I have met Zhenjun Wu Yang."

"I've met Taoist Ku Ye." Wen Jingchan replied to him.

"What do you ask about, Zhenjun?" Taoist Ku Ye got straight to the point.

Wen Jingchan opened the scroll with frozen fingers and handed it to Ku Ye: "I wonder if you can help me clear up my doubts."

Ku Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, looking a little surprised, so he bent down and got closer to the painting.

This is the scroll that Fuyue Guan took from the Sanqing Domain. How did it end up in the hands of Zhenjun Wuyang?

Ku Ye was still a half-grown child at that time, and he only knew that Fuyueguan always seemed to be in a hurry, but he didn't know why.

She had no time to take care of this painting after bringing it down. It had been so long that Ku Ye had forgotten where it was stored.

"This is something that belongs to Emperor Gongli," Ku Ye said. "Guan Huoyue brought it down from the sky."

Although Wen Jingchan vaguely guessed that it had an extraordinary origin, he did not expect that it belonged to the emperor.

"What do you want to ask, Zhenjun?" Ku Ye asked him. "Is the scene in the painting the future turmoil?" Wen Jingzen asked.

Ku Ye looked at the scroll again, but unexpectedly an invisible and overbearing force hit him hard in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was already frozen into ice before it even hit the ground. When it fell to the ground, it was like many pieces of ruby ​​being broken into pieces.

cold, too cold.

Mount Pankara is the highest point in the world, and it is also the coldest place in the world.

Wen Jingchan immediately put two fingers on the lifeline at Taoist Ku Ye's neck, preventing a section of divine power from breaking through his sea of ​​consciousness.

When he touched the divine power, there was still mortal flesh and blood under his fingers. As a result, the power rushed out directly and crashed into Wen Jingchan's heart.

All this happened in a moment, and neither of them had time to react. When they reacted, the world was silent again, and only the wind in the snow-capped mountains was howling.

"In urgent matters, follow authority," Wen Jingchan's first reaction was to explain what he had done, "Please forgive me for any offence."

Of course Ku Ye knew that he was saving himself. If he allowed that power to run rampant in his body, he would probably end up here today.

"Thank you, True Lord," said Taoist Ku Ye, "but I probably won't be able to help True Lord."

"But Rong Laodao said one more thing. Based on the attitude of the True Lord, I guess that the True Lord should have already made up his mind."

"The True Lord even looks forward to the coming of troubled times."

Wen Jingchan lowered his eyes and said that Taoist Ku Ye was right.

He looked forward to overcoming the disaster as soon as possible, but he seemed to have violated his Taoist conscience.

Having been worshiped by humans for thousands of years, he should be compassionate and hope that there will never be any natural or man-made disasters.

Now he is eager to turn the tide and achieve success one day soon, and then ascend to immortality.

He, a true and virtuous king, is looking forward to using the sufferings of others as stepping stones to help him ascend to heaven.

"Yes." Wen Jingchan faced his despicable heart and spoke his true thoughts.

"Because of this, I suffer every day."

"The true king came to the mountain this time," Taoist Ku Ye understood clearly, "because he wanted to hear me say that what is painted in the painting is destined by fate and will come to the world one day."

"Yes." Wen Jingchan admitted.

Taoist Ku Ye handed the ancient scroll back to him: "Unless I didn't intend to help, the True Lord just witnessed it with his own eyes. The secrets contained in the scroll were not allowed to be pried into."

"In any case," Wen Jingchan took it, "Thank you, Taoist."

Wen Jingchan was filled with confusion and self-questioning. When he went up the mountain, the wind and snow hit him, and every inch was as sharp as a knife. This originally gave him a sense of atonement.

Even now, no one can tell him whether the scene in the volume is final or not, and Wen Jingchan cannot stop his despicable thoughts.

If this kind of disaster is not certain to happen, there may be a way to prevent it with the combined efforts of all people in the world.

But if the world is truly peaceful, where will he go to survive his calamity?
Wen Jingchan was looking forward to this turmoil in his heart.

"True Lord, do you think this is the last calamity before your ascension?" Taoist Ku Ye asked him.

Wen Jingchan nodded but said nothing.

"Why bother yourself," Taoist Ku Ye said to him with a smile, "Zhenjun seems to be too harsh on himself."

Just because I wanted to avoid chaos and disaster, I traveled thousands of miles to climb Mount Pankara.

"Sixty years ago, I practiced Destined Zen in accordance with the instructions of my ancestors," Taoist Kuye said. "I was waiting for the Destined Person mentioned in the Zen method at the Pangala Dojo."

"Today the True Lord came up the mountain to wake me up. I believe this Zen method refers to the True Lord."