Dad's Tianting Taobao Store

Chapter 88
After leaving the door, several people turned into blue lights and flew into the distance.

He went directly to the Dafang Mountains.

At this time, monks who heard the news rushed over one after another, and countless blue lights gathered on the mountains of Dafang.

I saw the celestial energy hovering on the Dafang mountains, like sitting on the clouds, without root or source, standing in the sky.

Meng Jing frowned worriedly.

Since the Heavenly Court drove out all the cultivators a hundred years ago, they have settled in the Fangzhu Mountains, but most of them live in the Xiaofang Zhushan Mountains, and they only come here when discussing things.

Once in the main hall, many monks had already gathered inside, discussing in low voices.

The people here are all people who have cultivated themselves to become immortals. Some people are immortal, with white hair and youthful looks, but there are also people who are dressed in rags and don't care about trivial matters.

At this time, they are all gathered in this hall, planning for the future.

Meng Jing walked in and inquired, and several monks beside him had already spoken.

It turned out that the person who was sent to the Heavenly Court to inquire about the news accidentally crossed the boundary and was beaten back by the Heavenly Soldiers. He was seriously injured and was recuperating in the room.

All the monks in the hall have been divided into two factions at this time. One thinks that the monk who crossed the boundary by himself deserves the beating.

Now that the relationship between the monks and Heavenly Court is on thin ice, it is no wonder that Heavenly Court will take action when he crosses the line.

Others just feel that Heaven is too compelling.

At the beginning, the monks had conflicts with the Heavenly Court, which led to a war. Later, they voluntarily withdrew and lived in seclusion in this small ark mountain.

Of all the monks present, which one could not dominate the room?
Hard work in cultivation, but ended up in such an end, a group of people crowded in such a small place, already had long-standing grievances.

However, those gods in Heaven are aggressive, and they can't bear it now.

Meng Jing listened to the conversation of several people, but did not speak, but was a little worried.

By any means, this is no small matter.

If it is true as they say, the conflict that has occurred for the first time in a century is likely to trigger the next war.

I still remember the fierce battle between the Heavenly Court and the monks a hundred years ago, and both sides suffered heavy losses.

Not only them, maybe even the gods don't want history to repeat itself?
The aggrieved monks in front of them didn't know if they just thought about it, or they took it seriously. They did have this idea.

You know, Heavenly Court is a treasure that cultivators peek at, and there are many of them, right in front of your eyes.

Although hundreds of years have passed, those who have enjoyed these benefits will never give up now.

It's just that even if they want to fight, without that person's consent, there shouldn't be any problems.

Thinking of this, Meng Jing felt a little relieved.

Others in the hall were still angry, arguing because of this incident.

At this moment, the atmosphere was tense, and it could be seen that several of the monks had already pinched the hand formula in their hands, and they were about to fight out.

If there is a war at this time, the entire Great Ark Mountain may be moved to the ground.

If that person doesn't come out, I'm afraid it will intensify.

Just as Meng Jing was thinking, a crisp bird cry suddenly came from outside.

Although the voice was not loud, it was clear and sweet, like a gentle breeze, and everyone's excited emotions gradually eased.

The noisy voices in the hall gradually subsided.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the door, and a red fire spirit bird the size of a palm flew in.

As soon as they saw this bird, everyone had already guessed who it was, and the last bit of anger in their hearts dissipated.

Not far away, someone stepped into the air.

She was dressed in white, and three thousand worries were coiled behind her head by a branch, pouring down, as if she was not like a person in the world.

Take a step, but you have traveled a thousand miles.

In the next second, he stepped into the hall.

The fire spirit bird flapped its wings, circled around, and finally flew back to stand on her shoulders.

Seeing her appearance, Meng Jing felt relieved.

A monk hurried forward and said anxiously: "Miss Fu, is Mr. Yuan not here? We have important matters for her to decide."

Fu Xueer didn't answer first, but raised her head and scanned around the hall to see everyone.

Then he said: "Yuan Jun has something to retreat."

As soon as she opened her mouth, her crisp voice was like a trickling spring, refreshing.

There is a hint of smile and gentleness in the tone, but it makes people feel that it can only be seen from a distance and cannot be played with.

Everyone was anxious when they heard it.

"But this time the facts are serious, we can't bear it anymore, the heavens are persecuting us like this..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Xueer slightly raised her hand to make everyone stop.

Then he said: "Although Mr. Yuan did not show up, he has already conveyed the matter to me. Please don't make noise in the hall, just go away."

When everyone heard this, their faces changed drastically.

"Is this the case this time?"

"This incident has its origins, so don't take it lightly." Fu Xueer's tone was weak.

Everyone was still dissatisfied, but facing the woman in front of them, they didn't dare to make mistakes, so they nodded unwillingly, turned and left.

When the hall was empty, Fu Xueer raised her hand slightly, and the fire spirit bird on her shoulder fluttered and landed on her fingertips.

"Go to Heaven and see how they are doing?"

The fire spirit bird flapped its wings and flew out of the hall.

Fu Xueer stood there for a while before finally turning around and leaving.

On the other side, a group of monks who left the hall did not dare to refute in front of Fu Xueer just now, but now they complained angrily.

"I've been bullied to this point, how long will I be willing to give up, sooner or later we won't even be able to stay in the smallest Fang Zhushan."

"Back then, who worked so hard to cultivate, who would have thought that it would end up like this? I think they just want to drive us to extinction, and come if they want to, afraid that they won't succeed?"

One person spoke boldly, while the other hurriedly said: "Not all the gods in the heaven are bad people, didn't Yuanjun and Miss Fu take us in back then?"

The man was dissatisfied.

"I don't know if they are on our side. I just saw Yuanshi Tianzun come down to meet them a few days ago. I don't know what to say."

Several people were slightly surprised when they heard this.

"Mr. Yuan should not be that kind of person, otherwise he wouldn't have worked so hard to take us in."

"Who knows?"

Several people left complaining.

Meng Jing followed behind, listening to their words, frowning.

All the monks have been squeezed in this small mountain for hundreds of years, and many people have complained for a long time. If this continues, the relationship between the heavenly court and the monks will become more and more rigid.

But Meng Jing himself felt that the monk was a bit wronged. Who told the monk to make a mistake at the beginning when the incident broke out.

Even a god would be careful about matters related to one's own life, let alone such a big threat.

(End of this chapter)