Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Returning to Cangmang Peak as quickly as possible, Song Changsheng took out the bamboo slips that Su Ye had given him.

Now is the time to reveal what is recorded in it.

He reached out and removed the thin rope from the bamboo slips, then slowly spread them out on the table. The unique fragrance of the spiritual bamboo was slowly released, along with a special scent of sandalwood and fireworks.

"As expected..."

After seeing the contents of the bamboo slips, Song Changsheng's eyes showed a look of understanding.

What was recorded in the bamboo slips was not something else but an unnamed Buddhist scripture. Judging from the font used, it was at least a product of the last era.

In fact, when the bamboo slips first came into his hands, he had already made some guesses. It was not because he had the ability to predict the future, but just a feeling.

After all, the power in this bamboo slip is the same as the aura released when Su Ding used the [Great Prajna Hand].

Obviously, this is the Buddhist inheritance in Su Ding's hand. It contains at least the Buddhist magical power of [Great Prajna Palm], and its value is definitely not low.

only……

"Could this Buddhist scripture come from the Vajra Temple? Can it be passed on to outsiders?" Song Changsheng frowned slightly.

In the world of cultivation, "keeping something in reserve" is the norm. Many people even classify disciples into different levels. Below ordinary disciples are registered disciples, and above them are personal disciples.

Even some of the disciples cannot fully inherit the mantle.

The same is true for sects and families. The core skills of the sect must not be passed on to outsiders under any circumstances. Anyone who passes it on to outsiders will die, and the practitioner will also die.

In addition to cherishing one's own possessions, the core skills are equivalent to the lifeblood of a family. Once they are mastered by others and targeted countermeasures are summarized, they are basically useless.

"The Jinwu Sect is a powerful and wealthy family. Even Jinyang Zhenren dares to practice here. There shouldn't be any problem, right?" Song Changsheng muttered softly, then picked up the bamboo slips and carefully studied the contents.

The entire Buddhist scripture only had a few thousand words, but it took him a whole incense stick of time to read it.

The text is so concise and obscure that it is difficult to read it fluently, let alone understand its content.

What he couldn't understand the most was why Su Ding had to give him this Buddhist scripture. Was there any deeper meaning behind it?
"How strange! You can't possibly want me to become a monk and convert, right?" Song Changsheng laughed at himself and recited it a few more times. Slowly, he realized the mystery of this Buddhist scripture.

When he recites the Buddhist scripture, he can easily put aside all distracting thoughts, his mind becomes clear and empty, and he reaches a state of selflessness close to enlightenment. The benefits to his cultivation are obvious.

Before he knew it, a whole month had passed. One day at dawn, the sound of a loud bell rang out on the Cangmang Peak, and Song Changsheng, who was immersed in it, was suddenly awakened.

Listening to the loud and distant bell sound, Song Changsheng frowned slightly. The Song family usually only rang this bell when they encountered some major events.

For example, foreign invasion, natural disasters, sacrificial ceremonies, etc.

But the most common is the death of the family elder.

At this moment, there was peace and tranquility inside and outside Cangmang Peak, and the monks were in a stable and orderly manner. It was naturally impossible that they had encountered the first two situations, and it was not time for sacrifice yet, so it was undoubtedly the last situation.

Song Changsheng walked out of the room and arrived in front of the Soul Lamp Hall in a flash. He found that Song Luyun and others had arrived here before him, which directly confirmed his previous guess.

"What happened?"

Song Luyun's expression was gloomy, and she whispered, "Changxi's soul lamp has gone out."

Hearing this, Song Changsheng was suddenly shocked.

Several years ago, he inherited the memories of Master Yu Shu before her death and learned the map of the treasure she had prepared for his reincarnation.

Therefore, the Song family and Luoxia City joined forces and sent people to form a treasure hunting team to look for these treasures.

The members of the Song family are Song Youfu, Song Changxi, Song Qingdian, and Song Qingshi who provides remote intelligence support.

In addition, Luoxia City also sent two people.

Although Song Youfu is the leader of the team, the oldest one is Song Changxi. Song Changxi has experienced many battles and is a down-to-earth and steady person. Song Changsheng chose him into the team because of this.

It can be considered as a guarantee for Song Youfu.

But no one expected that he would be the first to fail. What on earth happened to Song Youfu and the others?
"Have you contacted Youfu and the others?" Song Changsheng asked in a deep voice.

Song Luyun shook her head slightly and said, "Not yet. We have already sent someone to contact them."

"Where were they last communicating?" Song Changsheng waved his sleeves and used his magic power to condense a map of the treasure distribution in front of her.

"Here." Song Luyun pointed to a red dot in the distance, which was located in the heart of the Dayu cultivation world, at the border between the territories of Tianxiao Sect and Qingyang Palace.

Without the space teleportation array, it would take at least a month for him to get there at his speed, and by that time, the opportunity would be gone.

Moreover, this was the message Song Youfu sent back several days ago, and there was no way of knowing where they were now.

Seeing his grim expression, Song Luyun quickly said, "The family happens to have a spirit wine shop not far from that place. I have asked them to send someone to contact them. I believe there will be definite news soon."

"That's not right. There are no foundation-building cultivators stationed in the Spirit Wine Shop. We may not be able to get any information. Instead, we may get ourselves involved. So, we should quickly send a message to Luoxia City to report this situation.

Let them think of a way. There is a long-term large-scale trade between Luoxia City and Qingyang Palace. Maybe there is a space transmission array. "Song Changsheng said in a deep voice.

Song Luyun was awakened and hurried to contact Luoxia City in person.

She quickly turned back, but her expression became more solemn.

"How is the result?"

"I just received a message from Luoxia City that two Luoxia City monks in the treasure hunting team all died a quarter of an hour ago. Judging from the time, it was almost the same time when the Changxi Soul Lamp went out.

Speculating that they had encountered some danger in the treasure, they set up a space teleportation array in the Qingyang Palace and had already sent Purple Mansion monks to rescue them.

Should we wait for news or…" Song Luyun's eyes were full of inquiry.

"No... I will go and communicate with Luoxia City in person and ask Qing Xing to go there."

Song Changsheng always believed that he couldn't pin all his hopes on others. Both of Luoxia City's cultivators had died. If there was any conflict, it would be easy to suffer losses...

In the heart of Dayu's cultivation world, at the border between Qingyang Palace and Tianxiao Sect, in a long and deep valley.

A great battle had just broken out here. The corpses scattered all over the ground and the blood slowly flowing in the gravel were still warm, silently telling the tragic and cruel nature of the battle. Several monks in white robes were cleaning up the battlefield.

Most of the corpses on the field were wearing the same white robes as these men, with only a very few wearing different clothes.

Not long after, a few more people rushed back from afar, full of blood and anger, and knelt down in front of a tall figure and apologized, "I am incompetent and let those two people escape. Please punish me, Hall Master."

"A bunch of trash!" The white-robed hall master snorted coldly, releasing a hint of cold murderous intent from his body, scaring several people so much that they trembled in fear, but no one dared to beg for mercy, and they even tried to control the sounds of their breathing and heartbeats.

They knew the person in front of them too well. If they obediently accepted the punishment, they would not necessarily die, but if they displeased him, it would definitely be a word of death.

"Never mind. Today we have gained something. I will spare your lives for now."

"Thank you, Master."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but no one dared to move because they had to wait for the other party's next instruction.

The white-robed hall master stretched out his hand, and a white-feather arrow that was stuck in the corpse was brought in front of him by magic power. With a light rub, the arrow turned into powder.

"Trace back to the source and gather!"

With a light shout, the powder turned from the arrows suddenly condensed into a rough bead.

He threw the bead in front of the men and said, "Take this and go find them. They are seriously injured and will not be able to get far. We must get rid of them and put an end to the trouble forever."

"As ordered."

"Master, I found this thing on the bodies of those people." A white-robed monk walked over quickly, holding several nameplates representing their identities in his hands.

The white-robed hall master took it and looked at it, and found the words "Luoxia City" and "Wangyue Song Family" were written on it.

"I was wondering why they are so difficult to deal with. They turn out to be disciples from Luoxia City." The white-robed hall master had a cold light in his eyes. He suddenly regretted not taking action himself to intercept the other two people.

I originally thought they were just a few ordinary adventurers, but I didn't expect they were from the Jindan force.

It would have been fine if they had wiped them all out just now, but some of them were left behind, which was not conducive to their subsequent plans.

“I heard that there has always been communication between Luoxia City and Qingyang Palace. If there is a space teleportation array, they would have arrived by now…” The white-robed hall master murmured softly, twirling his beard lightly with his fingers. There was no emotion on his face, and no one could be sure what he was thinking.

Seeing this, an elder of a higher status mustered up the courage to speak up: "Master, since Qingyang Palace and Luoxia City have been alarmed, should we hide for a while and come back after the storm has died down?"

“By that time, will we still have a share of the treasure?” The white-robed hall master’s eyes turned cold.

"But the barrier surrounding the treasure is extraordinary. It will take at least half a month to break it. I am worried..."

The white-robed hall master directly stretched out his hand to interrupt him, and said impatiently: "Breaking the barrier is your problem, not this hall master's problem. If you can break the barrier within ten days, this hall master will buy you some time."

"This..." The old man's scalp tightened. It was almost impossible to break the barrier in ten days, but under the pressure of the other party's power, he dared not say much and just responded with a grumble.

The white-robed hall master glanced at him, then said to the people kneeling at his feet: "Take people to search immediately. If there is no result within three days, kill them all!"

Everyone was horrified and felt as if there was an invisible murderous aura surrounding their necks that could take their lives at any time.

They did not dare to delay and immediately went with the spirit beads made of arrows to look for the fish that had escaped the net before.

"If you can't break the barrier within ten days, you will die!" The white-robed hall master showed a sinister smile and patted the old man's cheek heavily.

The old man trembled all over, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction. He nodded and bowed to make assurances, then hurriedly led his men to the depths of the canyon.

After he was out of the sight of the white-robed hall master, he rolled up his sleeves, looked at the glaring blood line on his wrist and sighed deeply, thinking that he was a third-level barrier master, but now he ended up like this.

"Old man, I advise you to be sensible and break the barrier quickly, otherwise I will die with you." Seeing him standing there, a white-robed monk actually spoke harshly to him, not caring at all that the person in front of him was a Purple Mansion monk who could take his life at will.

The old man was angry in his heart, but he didn't dare show it on his face.

"When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head." The old man lowered his head and showed a wry smile. Glancing at the stern-looking white-robed monks around him, he secretly felt disdainful.

"If you can't even control your own life and death, what's the point of living like this?"

"What are you looking at? You don't want to live anymore, do you?"

"you!"

The old man dared not speak out his anger, and said in great sorrow: "What's the point of living like this?"

He sighed and walked into a long-forgotten bronze door...

Not far from the canyon, Song Youfu was running at high speed through the dense jungle carrying the blood-stained Song Qingdian on his back. His sword-riding target was too obvious, so he had to use this method to evade the search.

"Cough cough cough, Youfu, let me down. If this goes on, neither of us can escape." Song Qingdian coughed up blood, mixed with blood clots of varying sizes.

His consciousness had become blurry, death was constantly eroding his remaining will, and everything in front of his eyes was dark, he could not see anything.

The only sound that could be heard was the whistling wind and Song Youfu's heavy breathing.

Song Youfu gritted his teeth and ran wildly. Hearing this, he comforted him, "Uncle, hold on. I have asked the family for help. As long as we get rid of these people, we will survive."

"You can't escape with me. They have a Purple Mansion cultivator. Put me down and I will hold him for you. Cough cough cough." Song Qingdian patted Song Youfu's shoulder with his remaining strength, signaling him to put him down.

"Don't be so stubborn. In your current condition, it's good enough that you can stand up. Just follow your nephew and escape." Song Youfu was harsh in his words, and his eyes kept looking around.

Song Qingdian was right about one thing. In the current situation, it was indeed difficult for them to escape the enemy's pursuit, especially after walking out of the dense forest. There was an endless wasteland ahead without even any cover. If the opponent's Purple Mansion cultivators took action, they would not even have a chance to resist.

"We can't go any further." Song Youfu's mind raced, he suddenly stopped, chose a new direction, and fled towards the mountains that stretched for thousands of miles.

Reason told him that once inside, the difficulty of rescue would increase exponentially.

But now he has no choice but to hope that good luck will continue to favor him...

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(End of this chapter)