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Zhushan Road.

To the north of here are the mountains that separate the North from the Central Plains. These mountains stretch for thousands of kilometers, extending all the way to the Sea of ​​Clouds Grassland, and from a distance they appear to lead straight to the sky, so there are folk rumors that there is a ladder to heaven for the gods here.

To the west are snow-covered icebergs. The mountains are also towering into the clouds, and mortals cannot see the tops of the mountains at all. These icebergs are a holy place for the people of the snow-covered area. Every year, tens of thousands of believers travel long distances to the foot of the mountains to admire the grandeur of the holy place.

There is a long and narrow valley between the snow-capped icebergs and the northern mountains, which leads directly to the almost uninhabited North Sea. This area has been called Beihai Prefecture since the Xia Dynasty. It is said to be an administrative region belonging to the Zhongzhou regime, but in fact it has been autonomous all year round and has its own militia and small fleet.

The mountains on the east and west sides of Beihai Prefecture attracted many sects to build Taoist temples, especially those small sects that liked to live in seclusion, so there were always stories circulating among the mountains, and over time, they became more and more mysterious in the hearts of local people.

Among them, the Diku Gate has been operating here for the longest time. Except for the outer mountains, the mountains close to the north have basically been hollowed out by the Diku Gate. There are tens of thousands of disciples practicing here, including thousands of inbound monks. They have built more than a dozen cities in the green land of the valley. Millions of people in these cities are dedicated to serving the practitioners in the mountains.

Long copper mountain.

Located on the north side of Zhushan Road, it is the most common mountain and became famous because of the disciples of Zhenyang Sect who practiced here.

Half a month after the rebels wreaked havoc in Zhushan Road, Changtong Mountain welcomed three guests, Ke Yue and Luo Feng from the "first day", and Dong Can from Qianmu Temple.

The abbot of Changtong Mountain Taoist Temple, Le Xin, received the three of them in a quiet Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

"I thought you would get a place in the fourth realm, but I didn't expect you to come here to do such dirty work." Le Xin said with a hint of sarcasm after inviting Ke Yue to sit down.

"We don't have nepotism like you do in our church. We all appoint people who are capable. I can only do dirty work in my life, and I don't think it's shameful. It's like a fire. Where there is light, there must be a dark area. I'm not like you who have to build a good reputation before doing anything."

Ke Yue retorted calmly.

Dong Can reached out his hand and gently tapped the table in front of him, interrupting the meaningless argument between the two and said, "Let's talk less. Business is more important. This is related to the future of Zhongzhou. We must not be careless."

Ke Yue shifted her gaze to Dong Can and responded with a smile, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist. This is not difficult. There are tens of thousands of cultivators in the Underground Cavern Gate. There will always be one or two who will be dominated by desire. We only need to guide them a little bit, and they will become slaves of desire. Then you will have a reason to enter the Underground Cavern Gate."

Dong Can couldn't help but nodded and asked, "How long will it take?"

Ke Yue looked at Luo Feng beside him. Luo Feng met Dong Can's gaze and replied, "About two months."

"The temperature here will change suddenly in two months. Without the cooperation of the imperial army, this matter will not go smoothly." Le Xin said softly: "In fact, there is no need to be so anxious. It won't be too late to talk about it after the beginning of next spring."

"You make the decisions, and we just do the work."

Luo Feng looked at Dong Can.

Dong Can nodded slightly, agreeing to this plan.

Ke Yue smiled and said, "Since you are not in a hurry, we will follow the safe plan to ensure that there will be no mistakes."

After the four of them finished their discussion, they left.

Spring passes and autumn comes.

In the blink of an eye, it was the first month of the 160th year of the Taoist calendar.

On the central island of Baishui Lake, at a small pier outside the dojo hidden under the cliff, Wang Ping was leaning leisurely on a lounge chair, with a fishing rod on the stand on his right hand side and a coffee table on his left hand side. The hot steam rising from the tea swayed back and forth in the cold breeze of early spring.

Yu Lian's huge body, dozens of feet long, floated on the surface of the lake in the distance. She closed her eyes and seemed to be sleeping, with her big tail swinging from time to time.

In the center of the distant village where the demons gathered, next to a small bonfire, Hu Lin was roasting a dozen grass carps, and the children of the white fox clan were playing and frolicking nearby, causing an older white fox who liked quietness nearby to shout at him loudly, but the children seemed not to hear him.

Just when the grilled fish was almost cooked, two white foxes became beastly while playing and began to bite and fight each other. The other white foxes made way for them and gathered around them, roaring excitedly. The sleepy older white foxes also stood up and watched with interest.

Hu Lin just glanced at them and paid no more attention to them. The fighting among the little ones was the most normal thing for a tribe.

When the grilled fish was fully cooked, the two little guys decided the winner. Their snow-white fur was covered with blood. One raised its head proudly, while the other lowered its head with its ears drooping limply.

The winner enjoyed the blessings from other friends, while the loser could only walk away silently and lick his wounds alone in the corner.

“It’s time to eat!”

After the two little foxes decided the winner, Hu Lin invited them to have dinner.

When the little ones ran forward to get the grilled fish, the tiger demon king Ben walked towards the dock with a plate of fresh fruit. He put the fruit on the coffee table next to Wang Ping and then retreated carefully.

Wang Ping casually picked up a fragrant pear and took a bite. It was juicy but not very sweet. It had a strong scent of spring grass and a slight chill, with a hint of spiritual energy in the chill.

After swallowing a fragrant pear, Wang Ping’s spiritual consciousness penetrated into Hu Qianqian’s dojo.

Hu Qianqian was in human form on the cloud bed, her gray-white Taoist robes fluttering freely in the gusts of evil wind. The fake pill on her head was more solid than when she was just promoted, and it was changing from virtual to real. At the same time, her illusory soul also had a tendency to become more solid, and dense meridians were generated, but her qi sea was not yet fully developed.

As if sensing Wang Ping's attention, Hu Qianqian's furry ears moved, and then she subconsciously wagged her tail.

Wang Ping immediately withdrew his consciousness and heard a crisp bell sound in his ears. A fish had taken the bait. He quickly opened his eyes, reached out for the fishing rod, and skillfully pulled the hooked fish out of the water.

When the lively fish were put into the fish cage, Yu Lian in the distance opened her eyes and twitched her nose. Her huge vertical pupils looked at the little foxes in the village who were enjoying grilled fish. Then she stood up from the lake, splashing water and landed in front of Wang Ping.

"Are there any more fish?"

"Just caught two."

"Give it to me, I'll make grilled fish."

Yu Lian's huge body shrank quickly. She lay on the fish cage and looked inside. Then she rolled up the entire fish cage and flew to the shore nearby. Soon she started a fire and threw the fish cage back to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping took the fish cage and put it back in its place, continued to take a nap with his eyes closed, and occasionally picked up a fresh fruit to taste.

The scorching sun in the sky had set on the side of the mountain at some point, and as its golden afterglow sprinkled on the earth, a streak of light came from the south and came closer and closer, landing beside Wang Ping.

It’s Liu Shuang.

She clasped her fists and saluted, "Master, there will be a meeting of all three seats tonight. The seat of Jiuding Sect must be rotated. We nominate Zhongping Temple in the Snow Region!"

"When did Xue Yu join the Dao Palace?"

“This time!”

"Oh?"

"Junior Brother Zhang is now the abbot of Zhongping Temple!"

Liu Shuang said in a low voice.

"Which junior brother?"

Wang Ping was a little dazed for a moment. Liu Shuang replied in a low voice: "Zhang Xinghuai, Junior Brother Zhang, Second Master's direct disciple, Zhang Xinghuai!"

Wang Ping opened his eyes, and the beautiful Baishui Lake under the setting sun was reflected in his eyes. Yu Lian, who was lying on the lake to rest in the distance, also opened her eyes.

"When did you hear from him?"

"At the end of last year, but it was not confirmed, so I did not tell you, Master. It was only now confirmed that Junior Brother Zhang came to me personally. His current Dharma name is Pingxin. This time, he was the one who pushed Zhongping Temple to join the Dao Palace on purpose."

Wang Ping fell silent. Yu Lian rose into the sky, shrank her body, and landed on Wang Ping's shoulder, looking at Liu Shuang curiously.

After a long while, Wang Ping asked, "Is Zhongping Temple the Xueyu Zhongchuan Sect?"

"Correct!"

"Does Xing Huai want to use the Dao Palace to help him complete the integration of Snowland Buddhism?"

"This is beneficial to us and no harm will come to us. Besides, no one knows that he is Junior Brother Zhang!"

"Can Zhongping Temple replace Jiuding Gate?"

"The Third Seat Meeting has been discussing this matter since last year, and the proposal has now been submitted. The other seniors of the Second Seat will probably discuss this matter with Master soon."

"Please try your best to arrange it. Your Junior Brother Zhang's clue may be of great use. If something cannot be done, then don't do it. We will wait and see what happens!"

"Yes!"

After Liu Shuang agreed, he clasped his fists and said, "The chief host of Mozhou Road, Taoist Wu Quan, wants to step down. We promised him that we would nominate him as the third seat after he steps down."

"What do you think?"

"The situation inside the cave gate is changing very quickly, so we might as well give him a push."

"It's up to you."

Liu Shuang clasped his fists and said "Yes", then continued: "In addition, the seven seats from all over the south have submitted many violations of the Taoist Palace regulations, which involve many Taoist temples under the jurisdiction of Qianmu Temple. We need..."

"You can make the decisions on these small matters. You just need to remember one thing: maintaining the Dao Palace is beneficial to us at the moment."

"Disciple understands."

Liu Shuang looked at Wang Ping who was enjoying the sunset, and after two breaths of silence, he said, "There is another important topic for this three-member meeting. The underground cave sect in Zhushan Road took advantage of the rebels' rampage to conduct a large number of blood sacrifices. The Northwest Dao Palace and the Jiuding Sect sent to monitor the movements of Zhushan Road have sufficient evidence."

She paused and whispered, "This incident has caused widespread resentment among the people of the northwest. The capital has already sent two groups of people here to ask how to deal with this matter."

"What are they going to do about it?"

“The natural thing is to arrest the relevant personnel and hand them over to the three judicial authorities to calm the public anger.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Ping stretched out his left hand, and a magic circle of luck immediately unfolded in front of him. Under the influence of the wood spirit, the soul of the corpse unconsciously showed a series of illusory pictures.

He began to deduce in front of Liu Shuang.

After more than ten breaths, he slowly said, "Then bring them to justice. Let the Jiuding Sect monitor them, and let the Northwest Station's monitoring team assist. If they encounter resistance, they can act according to their discretion. If there are any problems that cannot be solved, you can burn incense and pray to me!"

Liu Shuang clasped his fists and said “yes”.

Wang Ping continued to close his eyes and pretend to sleep. After Liu Shuang left, Yu Lian spoke in human language: "Zhang Xinghuai relied on the power of the Jimin Society to get to the top, right?"

"Most likely. Although the Jimin Society was founded by Master, it has long been separated from Qianmu Temple. Moreover, I always feel that their existence is very dangerous."

"You worry too much about some things. As long as they don't interfere with our practice, what does it have to do with us if we do dangerous things?"

“If only it were that simple.”

After Wang Ping said this, he calmed down, drove away all thoughts from his mind, and just sat in the recliner and entered into a state of meditation.

Yu Lian rose into the sky and turned to fly towards the lake in front. Her tail gently tapped Wang Ping's shoulder, and then her body changed into her original form and dived into the lake.

The time for the monks seemed to be unpredictable, and spring passed by in the blink of an eye.

The reeds by the Baishui Lake appeared again, and the little white foxes loved playing in the reeds.

The chess piece Wang Ping placed in the northwest became a useless piece. The officials of the imperial court who went to arrest him captured thousands of people, including two monks who had entered the country, but the branch of the underground cave gate on Zhushan Road remained silent.

This was not surprising. After all, his opponent was an old fox who had lived for thousands of years. It was really strange that he could not keep calm about such a small matter. However, this conspiracy helped him to eliminate the influence of the Zhushan Road Diku Gate. The Zhenyang Sect also built several Taoist temples in the mountains to the north. The Zhongping Temple, which had just joined the Taoist Palace, also took the opportunity to build a temple in Zhushan Road to worship their Bodhisattva.

Although there was no expected result, this plan allowed Wang Ping's fusion progress of 'Heaven-Covering Talisman' to increase a little, reaching (18/100). Fortunately, he did not predict the future accurately, otherwise he would have to personally step down and force the two fourth-level monks at the Cave Gate, otherwise he would have wasted a failure.

If things really develop in this direction, the fusion progress is estimated to increase by about 5 points, and he will need to do a lot of favors to settle it.

On this day, it was drizzling over Baishui Lake.

This is a sign of autumn.

When Wang Ping was teaching Hu Lin how to practice, a special puppet bird fell from the sky.

It was the puppet bird that he had given to Taoist Huai Mo. Seeing the puppet bird falling, Wang Ping couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Could it be that something has happened to the Yuqing Sect?

He immediately took out the letter and read it.

There really is a change in the Yuqing Sect. According to Taoist Huai Mo, Lord Yangde intends to personally clean up those Yuqing Sect monks who have second thoughts towards him.

"Is he crazy?"

Yu Lian, who was lying on Wang Ping's shoulder, said after reading the information: "He had such an opportunity before, why didn't he take it, but did it now? Is there anything special going on now?"

This was also the question Wang Ping was thinking about. Just as he was thinking about it, energy fluctuations came from his private communication token.

It was Ziluan's communication token, but the person who sent the message was Cangji. He also discovered that there were unusual movements in the Yuqing Sect, and invited Wang Ping and Lord Rongyang to go and observe together.

Just when Wang Ping was about to contact Lord Rongyang, another puppet bird fell. This time it was the puppet bird that he had used to contact Yuzhi Bow Taoist. Inside it was a map and a letter. The map marked an isolated island in the endless sea connecting Dongzhou and Xizhou.

What Wang Ping thought of instantly was the chess piece left behind by Lord Liuyun. The letter confirmed his thoughts. It was indeed the chess piece left behind by Lord Liuyun, and he was currently trying to advance to the fourth realm.

That is the quota that the True Lords promised Wang Ping! (End of this chapter)