Xuanjian: Jade True Sword Immortal, my Dao Wisdom keeps increasing.

Lijing Mountain.

At this moment, the mountain and its surroundings were brightly lit, creating a peaceful and harmonious scene.

High in the mountains, Li Tongya, holding a long sword, stared expressionlessly at the monk in yellow robes before him.

This monk was none other than Minghui, who was escorting Murong Xia south.

The monk's head shone with colorful light, and he held a golden staff in his hand, which made a series of crisp sounds in the night air. Minghui spoke calmly:

"Don't worry, benefactor. Murong Xia has already left your territory, and none of the noble children were injured."

Li Tongya was cultivating on Mount Lijing when the jade pendant in his arms suddenly shattered.

It was Li Qinghong who sent out a distress signal, so he immediately left the pass and planned to go and find out what was going on.

As they soared into the air, they saw the fat, big-eared monk blocking their way high above.

Li Tongya was extremely anxious. Without saying a word, he drew his sword and attacked the monk blocking his way. After more than ten rounds, Li Tongya was completely unable to defeat his opponent, and the hand holding the sword was sore from the impact.

Realizing he was no match for the monk, he sheathed his sword and faced him coldly.

Only after Murong Xia left the Li family's territory did Li Tongya let out a long breath, his expression softening slightly, and he called out to shoo the others away:

"Now that Murong Xia has left, why doesn't the Dharma Master follow him to protect him? What are you doing staying on my property?"

Upon hearing this, Minghui burst into laughter:

"Murong Xia already has the compassionate protection of my sect's monks, so they don't need another monk like me. It is your noble family that has a connection with my sect. How about allowing me to stay and spread the teachings among you?"

Upon hearing this, Li Tongya became very wary and refused without hesitation:

"My family's land is too small to support such a powerful figure as the Dharma Master."

Minghui was not angry. He raised the golden staff in his hand and said:

"I am a humble monk from Lotus Temple, and my master is the Venerable Jinlian. Years ago, a demon was listening to my master's teachings. That demon and I had a special connection. When I became a Dharma Master, my master calculated that the demon was cultivating in the Yanshan Mountains on the border of Xu Kingdom. So he sent me there to take it as my spirit beast. I set off from Lotus Temple and traveled for three years, but when I arrived at the Yanshan Mountains, I found nothing. I wonder what advice you have for me, benefactor?"

This is a case of someone coming to interrogate someone. Upon hearing this, Li Tongya pretended not to know and spoke up:

"Why are you asking me, Master? That demon lost its life on its own; it was its fate, and it has no one else to blame."

Back then, the Xu Kingdom was in great chaos, and the Purple Mansion Maha even intervened, disrupting fate and karma. Whoever killed that demon can't be blamed.

Minghui felt frustrated and said coldly:

"Your home is indeed a blessed place, with many ordinary people living in peace and contentment. It would be an excellent thing if my great master were to be reincarnated in your esteemed land."

Li Tongya patiently yielded, but the monk took advantage of the situation, repeatedly challenging his bottom line. He gripped the hilt of his sword and said coldly:

"If a powerful figure from your sect were to reincarnate in my territory, I, Li, would not care who he is, but would personally eliminate the reincarnated one and would never stand idly by while my disciples are forcibly taken over by others."

These resolute words amused Minghui, who jokingly remarked:

"I was just joking. Our sect has always reincarnated only in the north and never in the south. You have quite a temper, benefactor."

Li Tongya snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and rode the wind towards Lijing Mountain.

Minghui activated his magic, and a burst of colorful light flowed through his eyes as he scanned the Li family cultivators one by one. When he saw Li Qinghong, he was overjoyed.

"Xiu Lei's daughter is so beautiful; she is destined to be my disciple."

They were preparing to descend the mountain and abduct him.

As soon as this thought arose, a sense of unease arose in my heart, and I began to perform hand seals to calculate.

While he was concentrating on his calculations, Minghui suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, his body trembled, and a huge sense of foreboding filled his mind, as if he would be reduced to ashes if he continued his calculations.

Minghui's legs trembled, her face contorted with grief, and she muttered to herself:

"They must have deduced that it was a Golden Core cultivator. Damn it, how could there be such a powerful figure in Wangyue Lake? We're doomed. We have to hurry back to find our master to save us."

Looking down at Li Qinghong, Minghui felt a pang of annoyance. Why had she been so impulsive as to try and calculate her purpose?

After severing the arm that had been used for divination, Minghui flew towards the Lotus Temple in the north without looking back.

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Zhao State, Duanchen Township.

Duanchen Township is located at the border between Xu and Zhao.

In the five years of the great war between the immortals and the Buddhas of Xu, many powerful beings from the Purple Mansions intervened, leaving Xu devastated and many aristocratic families severely injured.

Over the past five years, Li Xuanling has traveled all over the Xu Kingdom in Jiangbei, recording various methods of gathering qi for his family's future needs. This year, he crossed the Xu Kingdom to go to the Zhao Kingdom in the north to broaden his horizons.

In this short-lived village of Zhao, as far as the eye can see, the land is barren and lifeless, and the people there are all emaciated and pale.

There were no shops, no taverns, and no places for entertainment in the area.

Despite the appalling conditions of the place, Li Xuanling was puzzled to see the common people all beaming with smiles.

Li Xuanling gathered a group of commoners and went up to ask for directions:

"Excuse me, folks, how do I get to Luoxia Mountain?"

"Luoxia Mountain?"

The group of commoners shook their heads in confusion, indicating that they did not know.

Seeing this, Li Xuanling sighed softly and turned to ride the wind away.

At this moment, a shirtless monk walked towards him, staring at Li Xuanling and saying:

"This humble monk is Chen Fahui from the Temple. Greetings, fellow practitioner."

Li Xuanling hesitated for a moment, unwilling to reveal his background, nodded to the man, and prepared to ride the wind away.

The monk suddenly shouted:

"Where did this heretical sect come from, daring to come to the territory of Duanchen Temple to bewitch people?"

Without giving Li Xuanling an explanation, the monk raised his fists and punched him on the head.

Li Xuanling was startled by this sudden turn of events, and inwardly he thought angrily, "Where did this wild monk come from, attacking me without even asking what happened? Are all the monks in Zhao so unreasonable?"

He then drew his magic sword and began to fight the monk in front of him.

During his five years in Xu Kingdom, Li Xuanling had accumulated rich experience in slaying demons and fighting against humans. This was his first time fighting against Shi Xiu from Zhao Kingdom.

He couldn't quite grasp the situation, which is why he was repeatedly suppressed by the monk in front of him, causing his palm holding the sword to ache.

Fortunately, Li Xuanling was quick-witted and soon realized that the angry monk in front of him could not ride the wind and was only able to stay in the air briefly while fighting him.

Upon discovering this flaw, Li Xuanling's eyes lit up. He quickly brandished his sword to create distance, made a hand seal, and flew into the sky, avoiding close combat with the monk.

When the monk realized he couldn't reach it, he angrily cursed:

"Evil doctrines mislead and confuse people's minds, and everyone has the right to punish them."

Flying high in the sky, Li Xuanling was so angry that he gritted his teeth and retorted without any politeness:

"Where did this wild monk come from? I was just asking for directions to Luoxia Mountain, how did that sway people?"

Unable to ride the wind, Fa Hui could only roar at Li Xuanling from the ground:

"You heretics use illusions to deceive people; isn't that bewitching people's hearts? Have you, in your cultivation, ever guided a single person in the world to the Pure Land?"

The monk was arguing and making a fuss, which gave Li Xuanling a headache. He shouted angrily:

"What 'release of earth'? It's just self-deception, get lost!"

Li Xuanling vented his pent-up anger by shouting, then flew south without looking back.

After a long while, an old monk appeared beside Fahui, looking at him with a smile and saying:

"Fa Hui, your karmic connection has arrived."