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Chapter 649 Visiting the True Lord (Please subscribe and vote)
Six Heart Teaching.

Soon after Wang Ping handed over the visiting card, two third-level monks who had practiced the "Art of Fine Wood" came to the mountain gate and carefully invited him to the reception room in the front hall. Then the two third-level monks personally served as his doorman and tea boy.

This time, Taoist Wan Zhi did not just pass on the message, but personally wrote a reply letter and asked the disciple of Liuxin Sect to hand it to Wang Ping, and it took less than a quarter of an hour.

The reply was very formal, just polite greetings to each other, very ritualistic, but it meant that Wang Ping could already get along with Taoist Wan Zhi on an equal footing. After reading it, Wang Ping wrote another post.

After another quarter of an hour of waiting, the disciple who brought Taoist Wan Zhi's reply said, "The Grandmaster said that the Taoist is an old friend, so there is no need to be so distant. He must hand over three visiting cards. Also, the Taoist can fly directly to the Heart-Searching Hall."

Wang Ping nodded and replied "OK!". After reading the reply, he walked out of the reception room. The two third-level monks at the door immediately clasped their fists and bowed. One of them took out a token and said, "If you go to the Heart-Searching Hall, you can ignore the barrier array in the sect if you wear this token."

Yu Lian stretched her neck to take a look at the token, then swept her tail, rolled up the token, looked at it carefully, and threw it to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping took the token in his hand and turned into a stream of light and rose into the air. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of disciples of the Six Heart Sect, he flew towards the Questioning Heart Hall. This was the first time that Wang Ping flew at a high altitude in the Six Heart Sect. His previous occasional flights were just close to the ground. The layout of the mountains in the Six Heart Sect was similar to that of Qianmu Temple, but in a split second, Wang Ping observed the same 'Nine Extremes Great Formation'.

Then, he saw the familiar courtyard. It was a different scene to look down on it from the air. Yu Lian said, "Do you see the river behind? The fish there are delicious. I caught quite a few of them when you were in seclusion last time."

Wang Ping smiled, and the next moment his body suddenly sank. With a flash of light, he appeared next to the pavilion outside the courtyard. Although Taoist Wan Zhi asked him to fly, it was a bit rude to appear directly in someone else's yard.

This time, Yu Lian no longer hid in Wang Ping's sleeves. She wrapped her tail around Wang Ping's left arm and leaned on his shoulder. She followed Wang Ping to the gate of the courtyard and carefully observed Taoist Wan Zhi in the courtyard.

"I've met senior!"

Wang Ping clasped his fists and saluted, his attitude still polite.

Yu Lian said in his spiritual sea at this time: "The earth spirit in Wan Zhi's body is already very old. It is fighting against a very vague thing all the time. It is very strange... It is about to discover me."

At the end of her speech, she pressed her cheek against Wang Ping's, as if she was avoiding something.

Wang Ping's heart was moved, but he remained calm on the surface.

At this time, Taoist Wan Zhi waved his hand and said, "No need to be polite. I have lived up to Xiao Shan's trust and persisted until the successor of the southern cultivation world was promoted to the fourth realm."

After she said this, she called Wang Ping and said, "Let's stop being polite. Follow me and I'll take you to see someone. He will tell you what you will have to do next."

"Thank you, senior!"

Wang Ping was still so polite.

Wan Zhi stopped talking, turned into a stream of light and went north, and Wang Ping immediately followed.

A moment later, the two men appeared silently on the territory of Ningzhou Road and landed deep in the dense jungle on the north side of a steep mountain. There was a stream here and a thatched courtyard beside the stream.

When landing at the edge of the courtyard, Wang Ping's consciousness suddenly became a little hazy. Everything ten feet ahead was unclear. Yu Lian immediately crawled into his sleeves and reminded him in the spiritual sea: "This is an illusion. Also, the aura here is so familiar, but I can't remember where I have encountered it." "Follow me!"

Taoist Wanzhi gave a reminder and walked towards the gate of the thatched cottage first.

Wang Ping naturally followed. When he landed just now, he subconsciously used his soul to explore everything here, but found nothing. He knew that there were probably things in here that he could not spy on.

When the two men walked to the gate, Wang Ping's trance slowly disappeared, and everything in front of him became real. He saw a wooden table in the courtyard. A teapot on the wooden table was steaming, and next to the teapot was a jade gourd. On the left side of the wooden table sat a middle-aged man in a commoner's short coat.

The man had jet-black hair that was tied up with a wooden hairpin, his forehead was shiny and oily, and his long beard that reached down to his chest was tied into a braid, which seemed to be to prevent the beard from getting in the way while he was working. At the moment, he was studying a rice seedling.

"Junior Wan Zhi, greetings to Master Yuan Wu!"

This man who looks like an ordinary old farmer is Yuanwu Zhenjun who is worshipped by people all over the world.

His image is actually very consistent with what the people have passed down through word of mouth. In mythological stories, Yuanwu Zhenjun is the god who protects crops and can eliminate harm for farmers. Every spring, every household worships him.

Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, then he saluted and said, "Junior Changqing, greetings to Master Yuanwu..." While he was saluting, Yu Lian poked out half of her head and also bowed her head in a serious manner.

"Coming!"

Yuan Wu Zhen Jun waved casually and said, "Come in."

Wan Zhi took the lead and walked into the yard, stopping three feet away from Yuanwu Zhenjun.

The same was true for Wang Ping. The moment he entered the yard, the surrounding scenery immediately changed. The dense jungle near the yard turned into several fertile fields where various crops were planted. The small courtyard, which was blocked by the jungle, was now well lit.

"Don't worry about your matter. Let me talk to Changqing first."

Yuan Wu Zhenjun stopped Wan Zhi from speaking, looked at Wang Ping and said, "Wan Zhi should have told you that you need to bear certain consequences for your promotion to the fourth realm, right?"

"Yes!" Wang Ping nodded. He did not avoid his promise.

A green light flashed in Yuanwu Zhenjun's hand, and the seedlings disappeared. Then he stood up and walked to the fence nearby. While observing the paddy field not far away, he said:
"You don't have to feel too stressed. Things are not complicated. We old antiques are not as bad as you think. There were not so many conditions for advancing to the fourth realm. At that time, as long as there was a quota, you could grab it if you had the ability. But everyone was very active at that time. As long as a quota was vacant, it would be occupied within a hundred years."

"But the disorderly fighting and the brutality of the demons caused chaos in the spiritual world, leading to chaos in the world of inspiration. Such chaos was very compatible with some pollution from outside the domain, allowing them to descend on this world quietly, which made us very passive. As a result, there was a history of the demons being driven out of the Zhongzhou continent and the rise of humanity."

"It has been nearly six thousand years since the rise of humanity. How should I put it? The older generation of fourth-level cultivators are almost at the end of their lives, but human nature is greedy. How can they just sit there and wait to die? So, someone has to do this. This is one of the things you have to do."

(End of this chapter)