Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 22: The Eve of Great Change
Jueming, the young monk who came from Nanming Mountain, was indeed looking for someone and did not lie.

But I'm not here just to find someone.

His master had passed away, and before his death he calculated that Monk Du Nan was also no longer alive. So this time he came, saying he was looking for someone, but in fact he could only bring back a set of bones.

More importantly, I was looking for the Zen stick.

The Buddhist treasure of Nanming Mountain, the Great Compassion Staff.

If Master Du Nan had not disappeared, he would have been the abbot of Nanming Mountain. The Zen staff had always been kept by him. Once he disappeared, the Zen staff was also missing for nearly ten years.

The young monk Jueming is the eldest disciple of this generation. He was ordered to retrieve the Zen staff, but he must not let everyone know.

It would be fine if the Zen staff fell into the hands of righteous people, but if it fell into the hands of evil, I am afraid that Nanming Mountain would bear great consequences.

Tonight, Monk Jueming left the residence arranged by Taoist Changqing and searched around.

Before his death, his master gave him a spiritual guide, which indicated that the Great Compassion Staff was somewhere in Qiyun Mountain.

He had a chat with Taoist Chang Qing tonight and knew that the other party would not hand over the Great Compassion Zen Staff, so he simply came to find it himself.

Monk Jueming was never pedantic. Monks thought this was not good, but he thought it was right.

It's mine, I'll just take it, what does it have to do with you?
Monk Jueming used his magic to almost completely hide his figure.

The Zen he practiced was very strange. Although he had great magical powers at a young age, he could not hurt even a single living being.

This is because his Dharma does not harm sentient beings in heaven and earth, nor is he harmed by sentient beings.

In other words... as long as this thing has a soul, he cannot hurt the other party, nor will he be hurt by the other party. If he wants, he can even hide in the air and become a complete "observer".

That was the case tonight.

Monk Jueming walked and stopped along the way, looking for clues about the Great Compassion Staff.

But suddenly he heard the conversation between the three disciples of Taoist Qiyun.

The Sky Blind Formation?

Close the five senses?

Forty-nine seals...

Porcelain Altar...

Each and every one of these events reminded him of a record in an ancient book.

It is rumored that thousands of years ago, after a great change in heaven and earth, the spiritual energy decreased sharply, and no one in the world could become an immortal.

At this time, a master named Wei Tuo appeared and created a method of becoming an immortal called "Han Tian Fa".

As long as one's cultivation is sufficient, the realm of Taoism is high, and a spiritual eye is found, one can use this method to conceal oneself from the world and become an immortal.

Monk Jueming is not a martial monk, nor does he like to sit in meditation. From his method of practice, it can be seen that he is a truly selfless person.

He read a wide variety of books, and he had read and even memorized such unreliable rumors.

However, what surprised Monk Jueming was that from what he heard from the casual conversation of Taoist Qiyun's three disciples, it seemed that the method Taoist Qiyun used to become an immortal back then was really this "method of concealing the truth from heaven"?
This method cannot afford any mistakes. Jue Ming remembered that if it failed, there would be only one consequence -

A strange phenomenon in the universe.

Not a human, not a ghost, not a demon, not a monster, and certainly not an immortal or Buddha.

Anyone who attempts to deceive heaven and become an immortal, if discovered, will suffer the most terrifying backlash from heaven.

According to ancient records, there was once a strange phenomenon in the world.

That was an evil demon. With his lifespan limited, he wanted to fight to the death, and happened to discover a spiritual eye.

But the demon's cultivation was not profound, and his character was even more flawed, so he naturally failed.

But such a second-rate demon, after failing to steal the immortality, turned into a strange form of heaven, which could cause bloodshed in the world at that time.

If a master like Taoist Qi Yun failed, how terrifying would the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth be?

The more Monk Jueming thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong with Qiyun Mountain.

Because the three disciples' casual chat had turned into an argument.

"Chang Qing, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?" "Master said this, you and I are all at fault, no one can escape unscathed."

"Isn't it all because of that old monk Du Nan?"

"Blame him? Humph... Who tampered with the Heavenly Blindness Formation? It was clearly intended to conceal the secrets of Heaven, yet someone turned it into a sinister formation that drains the lifespan of mortals! Even if that old monk hadn't opened the porcelain jar in advance, Master would have failed in his quest for immortality!"

"Big Brother, what do you mean? Do you think we did this?"

"Chang Ming, among the three of us, you have the highest attainments in formations. Who else could have done this?"

"Don't think I don't know. You've accepted favors from demons and evil spirits. Every year at the Ascension Meeting, you'll put in quite a bit, allowing them to receive a portion of the less diluted immortal essence."

"nonsense!"

"..."

At this moment, Monk Jueming smelled a strong smell of blood...

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Cocks crow in the thatched tavern under the moon, and human footprints are seen on the frosty wooden bridge.

Last night, Wanshou Village was bustling with activity, while Qiyun Mountain was turbulent.

Li Daosheng fought hard for several times and then fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, he was back at the inn.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that besides him, there was also a little girl lying on the bed.

As for Feng Hui, he was sitting by the window.

When she heard the noise, she immediately opened her eyes, obviously not asleep.

"Are you okay?" Feng Hui looked at him with an unreadable expression.

"I've wasted too much energy, so the injuries are superficial, nothing serious." Li Daosheng felt it, clenched his fist, and pointed to the side and asked, "Bell?"

"Yes, I found it in the Centipede Cave and brought it out together."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "swish" sound and a long sword was placed on Li Daosheng's neck.

The sword was Fei Zaixing's sword, but it was now held in Feng Hui's hand.

"Tell me, what did you do to me?" Feng Hui's voice was so cold that it made people feel cold in their hearts.

"Don't say such ambiguous things," Li Daosheng raised his hands. "I didn't do anything to you. If you must ask, I don't know myself."

He tapped his fingers on the sword. "You saw my swordsmanship last night, didn't you? Do you think I learned this on my own?"

"Fei Zaixing's swordsmanship?" Feng Hui asked with a frown.

"Yes." Li Daosheng nodded. He had no intention of hiding it from Feng Hui. In this strange place, the Thirteenth Month, they seemed to have no competitive relationship. Instead, cooperation was more beneficial.

After all, no one can go back to their own world for the time being, while others can go to their own world.

Talking it out will benefit everyone.

"Just like you can control the wind and Fei Zaixing has martial arts skills, these are abilities given to you by the system of your world. My world seems to have given me the ability to gain [companions]. If you mind the word [companion], I can change it." Li Daosheng expressed his guess.

"How to obtain it? Unlimited?" There was a hint of disbelief in her voice, and the sword quietly moved away a little.

"I don't know. I'm confused myself. Maybe, when we find the guy with the gun, I can try it with him."

"Can you let it go? After all, I saved you." Li Daosheng said as he pushed away the sword.

"I will kill you and then commit suicide." She glared at Li Daosheng, sheathed her sword, and threw it to him.

"The man with the gun you mentioned is at the door now."

Feng Hui’s words startled Li Daosheng.

Then with a "creak", the wooden door opened.

A cool guy with a cold face and holding a black spear walked in.

(End of this chapter)