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The third day of May.

The residence of the Jinhuai City Dao Palace.

There were few people walking around in the city at noon under the scorching sun, but in the front yard hall of the Taoist Palace, it was bustling with people. Hundreds of Qigong practitioners gathered next to the bulletin board, silently reading the latest notice posted on the bulletin board.

The content of the announcement was very long, with more than 2,000 words, but it only had two meanings. The first meaning was that the world had been at war for a long time, the people were living in too much pain, and there were infighting among the monks that resulted in the deaths of innocent people, so from now on monks of all factions were not allowed to fight each other, and those who violated the rules would be treated as evil cultivators.

The second meaning is that the war has led to rampant banditry in various places, and monks from all over the country are called upon to encircle and suppress the bandits in their areas. The merits that can be obtained by suppressing bandits are listed later, and these merits can be exchanged for skills, elixirs and magical tools.

The lower level Qigong practitioners had no idea what this meant, but after the news spread, the major forces that had just entered the southern cultivation world knew it very well.

Fuming Mansion.

There is an unnamed mountain in the north near the two rivers. Now it has a new name, called "Red Mountain" because after the disciples of the Zhenyang Sect moved in, the originally lush green mountain turned red.

Deep in a Taoist temple surrounded by fire spirits at the top of Red Mountain, Taoist Le Xin was lying comfortably on a recliner facing the scorching summer sun. He looked relaxed and contented, and seemed very happy.

Suddenly, a fiery red figure appeared next to his chair.

It’s Taoist Huayun!
"Senior Sister, how come you have time to come to my little place!" Taoist Le Xin asked casually.

"You are so free and easy, do you still remember what we came to the south for?" Taoist Hua Yun said in a cold tone.

"If you find me annoying, senior sister, I will go back to Changtong Mountain." Le Xin responded with a smile.

Taoist Huayun's eyes turned colder, but he finally sighed and said, "The one from Qianmu Temple is about to go into seclusion and advance to the fourth realm."

Taoist Le Xin was startled and blurted out, "So fast? But that's normal. He has used up so many resources over the years. I'm afraid that if he continues to squander like this, the entire southern cultivation world will not be able to support him."

As he spoke, he stood up, looked in the direction of Qianmuguan and said, "But does he really have confidence? Or does he not know what this means?"

When Taoist Hua Yun heard Le Xin's last words, the coldness on his face eased a little, and he responded: "Practicing this way is like sailing against the current. Once you hesitate, it is because of your hesitation for a lifetime. Among the hundreds of third-level cultivators in the five sects of Xuanmen, no more than twenty people dare to try to advance."

After she finished sighing, she instructed Le Xin, "You go to the Taoist Palace in Jinhuai City and take charge. Make sure that when Taoist Changqing is promoted this time, there won't be any mistakes in the southern cultivation world that would disturb him."

"Yes!"

Although Le Xin was very reluctant, she did not refuse.

after one day.

In a peach forest filled with demonic aura deep in the mountains behind Ningzhou Road, Hu Yin, who was in a trance, was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. She opened her eyes and saw a mountain guard in a black Taoist robe with narrow sleeves, and behind him was Hou Jun in chain mail.

"I've met the clan elder!"

Shan Wei and Hou Jun stopped three meters away and saluted with their fists clasped in Taoist etiquette.

Hu Yin reached out to tidy up the hair at the corners of his mouth and asked, "Is there anything that requires both of you to come?"

Shan Wei quickly reported, "Elder, Changqing has been in seclusion for promotion. Before he came out of seclusion, he issued a command that no sects in the southern cultivation world should fight each other privately before he came out of seclusion, otherwise they would be treated as evil cultivators. The Zhenyang Sect has already sent a third-level cultivator to Jinhuai City. It seems that they intend to fully support Taoist Changqing."

Hu Yin stood up immediately after hearing this, and after thinking for more than ten breaths, he said: "Shanwei, from now on, without my order, no one in the forest can step out of the forest. In addition, Hou Jun..."

She looked at Hou Jun, then raised her eyebrows, "What's wrong with you?"

Hou Jun was wearing a colorfully dyed chain mail and strange-looking pheasant feathers on his head, making him look similar to the Monkey King.

"Changqing Taoist said I look more handsome this way!" Hou Jun replied with some pride. Hu Yin was stunned, but then he didn't dwell on this issue, and ordered: "You also go to the Taoist Palace in Jinhuai City to take charge. After all, we also have a third seat. Remember, when you go there, stay by Taoist Tong Jing's side and don't move around at will."

Taoist Tong Jing of the Six Heart Sect is now the chief abbot of the Nanlin Road Taoist Palace.

"Elder, can I not go?"

"Can't!"

Hu Yin scolded him harshly, then looked at Shan Wei and ordered: "Pay attention to collecting intelligence from all forces in the southern cultivation world. If it is not favorable to Master Changqing, communicate with Qianmu Temple as soon as possible."

Shan Wei just nodded.

...

One morning two days later.

In the palace of the Ninth Prince of Linshui Prefecture.

As usual, Jiang Cun took a group of disciples to study the great works of humanitarian sages early in the morning, trying to find evidence for their new doctrines in these works and provide a humanitarian orthodox basis for the writing of new doctrines.

Jiang Cun was enjoying it, but was interrupted by Hongze who came to visit him suddenly.

"News has come from land that True Man Changqing has officially gone into seclusion. Before he went into seclusion, he passed down the message that he would not come out until he was promoted." Hong Ze saw Jiang Cun's sullen face and got straight to the point.

Jiang Cun was interrupted and originally had a look of displeasure on his face. Upon hearing this, the displeasure on his face immediately disappeared and was replaced by thinking. After thinking for a long time, he said: "I remember when I first met him, he was only in the second realm, right? Is that right?"

He looked at Hongze in front of him and asked.

Hongze remained silent. He was the youngest cultivator in the third realm in Linshui Prefecture. But if you calculate the time, Changqing had just started practicing when he was promoted to the third realm.

"Has Yue Ziyu not been found yet?" Jiang Cun suddenly asked about this.

"Give me another half a year!" Hongze replied.

"What is the attitude of my brothers now?"

"Master has passed down the message that no fighting can occur in the southern seas before Changqing Zhenren comes out of retreat. Master Eight has sent all his flying boats to patrol the southern seas, and Master Six and Master Five have also sent their disciples to guard the Taoist Palace!"

Jiang Cun nodded slightly and said, "My flying boat is useless, so I will send it to the southern waters to drive those pirates out of the southern waters first, so as to avoid any accidents. Oh, by the way, what's the situation with my third brother?"

"Now that our situation is established, the Third Master naturally has nothing to say!"

"Okay, go do your thing!"

Jiang Cun waved his hand to send Hongze away, then turned into a stream of light and landed at the highest point of the palace, looking in the direction of Qianmu Temple.

Qianmuguan.

In the underground cave of the mountain top dojo.

Wang Ping sat cross-legged in the center of a complex luck formation. On both sides were two puppets made from the spirits and bodies of demons, calculating the possibility of promotion with him.

Yu Lian's body at this moment remained at a length of two meters. She was squatting on Wang Ping's waist, with her head on Wang Ping's knees. Her pair of golden vertical pupils were staring at the corpse's soul at the core of the formation in front of her.

(End of this chapter)