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Chapter 344 Opening the Preaching

Zhang An secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had seen this kind of behavior many times and his master had instructed him to do it when he went down the mountain this time, it was his first time to do it personally. Seeing that everything was fine as his master said, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After accepting the pearl, Senior Brother Wang asked, "Junior Brother, what's behind you?"

Zhang An knew they were talking about the Zeng uncle and nephew, and nodded quickly. "I met them in the town when I came down the mountain. They are said to have escaped from the demon country. I think there must be something fishy about this matter. I want to report it to Elder Yun of the Foreign Affairs Hall and let him make the decision."

Senior Brother Wang thought for a moment, then laughed and said, "Nonsense! The border of the Demon Kingdom is over a thousand miles away. If they were truly two mortals, how could they possibly have gotten this far? Could it be that the Three Mountains Pass is a sham? Most likely, they've committed a crime somewhere and can't escape life in their original place of residence, so they've come here under false pretenses."

There was a lot of disdain in his words, and a look of disdain on his face.

Zhang An echoed, "I think so too, but they both have extraordinary conversational skills. Let's ask Elder Yun to take a look."

After hearing what Zhang An said, Senior Brother Wang didn't say much, but nodded and continued to count the taxes brought by the next junior brother.

After taking two steps, he seemed to remember something and reminded: "Master Zangshan will be teaching the essence of thunder magic later, don't miss the time."

Zhang An hissed, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Wang, for your advice."

This Uncle Cangshan was one of the most accomplished disciples of the previous generation. He was incredibly gifted and had great fighting talent. In his early years, he had traveled extensively on the border battlefield between the two clans, killing countless demons under his command. He was a leading figure among the sixth generation disciples of the Yinming Sect. It was said that he would be able to take over the position of elder in two years, and it would be natural for him to become the sect master in the future.

Master Zangshan usually practices cultivation and rarely comes out of seclusion. Now that he is willing to give a lecture, it is something that cannot be missed.

Zhang An just hoped to finish the work at hand as soon as possible and not miss the time.

He quickened his pace. As for the uncle and nephew of the Zeng family, they were both knocked unconscious by his Ten Thousand Souls Banner and were now lying on Li Ming's broad back. After Zhang An explained the whole story to the disciples of the Foreign Affairs Hall, he woke them up. It was already late, so Zhang An did not stop to listen to the explanations of the Zeng family. Anyway, the elders would handle it and it had nothing to do with him. He just said goodbye in a hurry, left the Foreign Affairs Hall and rushed to Tianyi Cliff.

Li Ming also wanted to listen to the essence of thunder magic. He was dissatisfied with Zhang An's slow pace, so he just curled his tail around him and threw him on his back just like ten years ago. He let go of all four hooves, raising a trail of dust. About half an hour later, a waterfall appeared in front of them.

Just north of the waterfall, against the mountain, lies a huge green stele that is ninety feet high and as smooth as a mirror. In front of the stele is a wide flat land, which is now crowded with people. At a glance, there are probably nearly a thousand people.

Of course, there are more than just disciples of the Yinming Sect among them. Strictly speaking, Tianyi Cliff is a public place in the Miaoqing Mountains. Usually, all the major sects will make appointments to come here to discuss Taoism and scriptures, and disciples from all sects are welcome to come and listen.

Fortunately, the human race is under great pressure to survive and is surrounded by powerful enemies. It is under such pressure that there is such a free and open environment for speech, which has brought out the wisdom of countless practitioners.

The various sects in Miaoqing Mountain have an agreement that there are exactly twelve sects in the twelve months of the year. Therefore, on the fifteenth of each month, they arrange for people with high cultivation level in their own sect to hold a forum to discuss the Dharma. Regardless of the sect, everyone can come here to listen.

Today is July 15th. Except for a few special circumstances, Zhang An has never missed a game in the past.

Arriving here, Li Ming didn't want to make too much noise, so he slowed down his pace. Seeing that each disciple had a stone seat, and that the seats were almost all occupied, Zhang Anxin felt that he was a step too late. Just as he was about to find a place to sit, he heard a voice. "Brother Zhang, come here. I saved a seat for you."

Zhang An was startled. He turned around and saw that the female cultivator was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She had a round face and cherry lips, and was pretty. Her bright eyes had a hint of innocence. He saw that there was indeed a stone pillar beside her, and it was quite large. He walked forward and said with a smile, "Thank you, Junior Sister Ling'er."

This person is from the same hometown as him. Her name is Qian Cuiling. They were picked out from Qianjiazhuang together. Later, Zhang An became a disciple of Lei Dongzi, while Qian Cuiling became a disciple of another female disciple.

The two had interacted frequently over the past ten years and had a harmonious relationship. Zhang An immediately walked over, but saw Li Ming had already taken the lead and was lying on the stone pier. An angry and amused Zhang An quickly said, "Brother Niu, stop messing around and get up quickly."

Li Ming moved slightly, leaving half the size of his butt. Zhang An was about to speak angrily, but Qian Cuiling laughed and said, "Okay, Brother Zhang, everyone knows that your brother Niu is very capable and has a bad temper. You can't compete with him. Just sit down first and don't offend the other brothers."

Zhang An snorted, then nodded and sat down, saying, "For Junior Sister Ling'er's sake, I'll forgive you. Hey, why are you squeezing me?"

But Li Ming saw him making noise, so he used a little force and immediately pushed him off the stone pillar. Now he could not move at all. Although Zhang An was also a cultivator, compared with Li Ming, he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Qian Cuiling laughed and said, "Brother Zhang, there aren't many seats left, so why don't you sit with me?"

After saying that, he moved. This stone block was actually not small, otherwise Li Ming would not be able to lie down on it. It was no problem for three or four people to sit on it. However, most people sat on it alone. Only men and women who had feelings for each other and were interested in becoming Taoist couples would sit on the same stone block.

Zhang An's face flushed slightly, and he was about to say something, but before he could even open his mouth, he heard the sound of a chime, which echoed throughout the room. A Taoist child stepped forward and shouted, "The time has come. The Yinming Sect's Taoist Cangshan will begin his sermon. Disciples, please do not make any noise."

Everyone fell silent immediately and looked ahead intently.

Zhang An looked up and saw a stone platform on the left side of the screen wall. A man in a dark black Taoist robe with a blood-red flower tattooed on his chest was sitting there. The man looked young, but he had a certain bearing and a sense of majesty without even being angry. He must be Uncle Cangshan. This was the first time Zhang An had seen this legendary figure of the Yinming Sect. He only heard from his master Lei Dongzi occasionally that the two of them had a good relationship in the past. After all, they both came from the battlefields of the two clans and had a bit of comradeship.

But he waved the whisk in his hand, and a disciple who was accompanying him stood up.

The disciple held a red ball the size of a marble in his hand and threw it lightly. It landed on the waterfall nearby, causing a loud noise and splashing water. A hole was blasted in the long waterfall, which took several seconds to be filled by running water.

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Logically I should add another chapter, but I really don't have any time left, not a single drop left. I just finished writing it and have been thinking about the detailed outline recently. Below is the no-prize guessing session.

In which direction will the protagonist's blood awakening evolve?

A Leizu Kuiniu
B Eastern Jiamu Green Ox
C Who cares? Love evolves however it wants.
(End of this chapter)