The Young Swordsman: The Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Has Descended the Mountain

Compared to when he had severed his junior brother's destiny, he had gained three points of advantage, and now he had taken another step forward.

The Heaven-Opening Sword of Beauty Manor was not for nothing.

"At most fifty percent, no more than that..." Zhou Zhenhuan sighed softly, his words fading away with the breeze.

I really don't know what the final fate was for those predecessors who transcended the realm of spiritual travel.

Did it transcend this realm, or was it swallowed up by that incomplete Heavenly Dao?

This is something that is terrifying to think about.

Those old guys who have the ability to enter the Immortal Realm of the Great Void are reluctant to break through. Rather than saying they are reluctant to leave the mortal world, it is more likely that they are afraid of being eaten.

But the Taoist priest's golden finger melted away, earning him three points, which was incomparable to those old men.

The Imperial Astronomical Bureau's Grand Preceptor, Qi Tianchen, looked up at the celestial phenomena, his brows furrowed.

The ways of Heaven are becoming increasingly incomprehensible.

This is clearly a sign of great prosperity for humanity, so why is it mixed with a terrible calamity?

Moreover, just now, he clearly sensed that the secrets of heaven had vanished for a moment, and when they reappeared, harmony had been restored.

Tang Lian and her group finally met with the masters of Jiulong Temple.

The Great Master Dajue did not blame them for failing their mission; instead, he comforted them.

"You've had a tough journey."

I have a general understanding of what happened, and it was not your fault.

"I have come here to personally settle a karmic debt."

Tang Lian was slightly taken aback, because he sensed a faint killing intent in the tone of the Great Awakening Zen Master's voice when he spoke.

However, the killing intent was released and then immediately withdrawn, leading Tang Lian to even think that she was imagining things.

"Thank you for your understanding, Master."

"No need to be so polite. You must be tired from your journey. Please get some rest tonight, and we will head to Khotan tomorrow."

Tang Lian respectfully agreed.

I just don't know why, but there's always a slight unease in my heart.

The bright moon hung in the sky, and a gentle breeze caressed her, but Tang Lian felt no sleepiness whatsoever.

This mission was truly fraught with too many unexpected events.

Hopefully, this time we can get through it smoothly.

At that moment, a streak of light flashed across the sky, carrying a faint scent of alcohol.

Tang Lian was slightly taken aback, then reached out and grabbed it.

Tiannu Rui appeared behind him at some point and rested her head on his shoulder.

"what is this?"

Tang Lian felt slightly uncomfortable, feeling the fragrant breath on her ear, and her face quietly turned red to the roots of her ears.

"Ahem, yes, it's a message from my Grandmaster."

I wrote a letter recounting everything I had seen and heard along the way and sent it to Snowmoon City. I imagine the Grand Master has made some arrangements.”

Tiannu Rui nodded: "Open it and take a look."

Tang Lian, however, seemed to freeze upon seeing this, remaining motionless for a long time.

"What's written on it?"

Tang Lian said, somewhat puzzled, "There are only four words."

"Oh? Which four words?"

"Amitabha."

Tang Lian subconsciously shook her head: "Not those four words."

Then he realized what was happening and looked at Wu Chan who had passed by.

Wu Chan laughed heartily: "Brother Tang, I just casually uttered a Buddhist chant, don't take it seriously."

Tang Lian smiled and said, "I was daydreaming. It says 'act according to your heart' here.' But I don't quite understand it."

Master Wu Chan, what is your Buddhist perspective on this?

"Acting according to one's heart? The Buddha said: Follow your heart, follow your nature, follow fate."

Tang Lian still didn't understand, but he stopped worrying about it.

"By the way, Master Wuchan, what kind of person is Wuxin?"

Wu Chan seemed lost in memories, his voice sounding somewhat ethereal.

"When I was very young, I left Hanshui Temple with Zen Master Dajue, so I don't know much about Junior Brother Wuxin. But there was one thing that happened when I was young..."

As the night deepened, many people found themselves unable to sleep, gazing at the bright moon.

Lei Wujie was holding a watermelon, lying across the bed, snot bubbling from his nose.

Xiao Se draped one leg over his chest, and Lei Wujie unconsciously kicked Xiao Se off the bed. Even so, Xiao Se still didn't wake up.

These days, he is actually much more tired than Wuxin and Lei Wujie.

Because he was injured, while these two were skilled enough to withstand the fatigue of travel.

Wu Xin sat by the window, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, but his eyes were filled with images of war, bloodshed, and death.

He was just five years old that year. His father took him on an eastern expedition.

That year, his father died in battle, and he became a hostage.

That year, he was adopted by the old monk, and from then on, Hanshui Temple had one more little monk.

Twelve years, a full twelve years, it's time to come to an end.

No matter how murderous intent filled my heart, there was always a peaceful aura surrounding me. My mind was calm and clear, as if I had completely detached myself from my emotions.

"When Senior Zhou asked me that day, it was truly extraordinary."

It appears whenever I feel uneasy.

Amitabha. "

Without a thought, he lowered his head and eyes, gently turning the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, and murmuring scriptures.

The moonlight shone on her, dressed in white, serene as snow, as if edged with silver.

The room was filled with the faint sound of Buddhist chanting, creating a tranquil and serene atmosphere.

Chapter 43 I agree to this marriage.

Snow Moon City, Cangshan Mountain, is where the Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi cultivates, and it is rarely visited by people.

The peaks are thousands of feet high, and the higher you go, the colder it gets.

Therefore, people who can come to this place are not ordinary people.

Baili Dongjun was certainly not an ordinary person.

He is the Wine Immortal, the Great Lord of Snow Moon City, and can travel anywhere in the world.

What's more, this is our own territory.

A solitary pavilion. In the past, when Baili Dongjun came, the pavilion was just a pavilion, as lonely and desolate as Li Hanyi.

But things are different now.

Because this pavilion has been decorated with many more features.

But what was used for decoration was peach blossoms.

In April, the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom.

At this altitude, the flowers bloom later, but ordinary peach blossoms cannot bloom forever.

But the peach blossoms in this pavilion are so beautiful and vibrant, as if they had just been picked.

Baili Dongjun sat in the pavilion, looked around, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"I never expected that the iron tree, which never bloomed for a thousand years, would now be blooming after a thousand years."

I thought that my second junior brother would only ever be the second junior brother in this lifetime.

Who would have thought that the second junior brother's heart was also filled with longing?

A clear, cold voice came from behind, mixed with the chilling aura of a sword.

Baili Dongjun laughed heartily, and with a casual flick of his wrist, the cork of the wine gourd beside him popped open, releasing a rich aroma of wine.

The wine transformed into a swallow, which barely managed to block Li Hanyi's sword strike, which had caused her embarrassment and anger.

"Oh? I didn't expect Second Junior Brother to have made such great progress during this seclusion. It seems you have already touched the door of spiritual travel."

This is truly something to celebrate.

Baili Dongjun was speechless with surprise.

Li Hanyi still wore that ugly mask, and the Iron Horse Ice River in her hand exuded a chilling aura.

But the sword was already sheathed.

"Not yet, it still feels a bit lacking."

Baili Dongjun didn't take it to heart: "It's only a matter of time. I've been standing outside the Divine Wandering Gate for so many years, and I still haven't been able to get in."

At this stage, cultivation alone is not enough; one also needs a stroke of luck.

Li Hanyi nodded, put her hands behind her back, and looked at the bright moon that seemed to hang on the eaves of the pavilion, feeling a faint joy in her heart.

"Our Snow Moon City's elusive Grand Master has come today not to test my progress, has he?"

Has Tang Lian arrived at Jiulong Temple?

Baili Dongjun shook his head, looked at the chessboard, thought for a moment, picked up a chess piece, and placed it on the board.

He then spoke: "I was supposed to arrive, but something went wrong."

I received his letter; he had already arrived in Khotan.

Li Hanyi was somewhat surprised: "Khotan?"

"Yes, because the people from Jiulong Temple have also arrived in Khotan."

However, he arrived empty-handed, which made him look rather unpleasant.

"Tang Lian, you failed?"

"Yes, because an old friend has appeared, the White-Haired Immortal!"

Although Tang Lian's kung fu skills are among the best of the younger generation, he is still a child compared to the White-Haired Immortal.

Besides the White-Haired Immortal, the Peerless Sword Box has also appeared.

That kid named Wushuang fought with the White-Haired Immortal, but emerged unscathed.

Li Hanyi didn't seem interested in this.

"Is there any other news?"

"The one in the palace couldn't sit still either, so he sent the second best expert among the five supervisors, Eunuch Jin Xian, the chief supervisor of incense."

The Kingdom of Khotan is truly bustling with activity these days.

Li Hanyi's tone revealed no emotional fluctuation; she simply said in a low voice, "It seems that the one in the palace still doesn't trust us."

Baili Dongjun smiled slightly: "Whether he believes it or not is his business."

The pact to lock the mountains and rivers, after all, originated from our Snow Moon City.

Now that twelve years have passed, it's time for us in Snowmoon City to send that child back.

Our Snow Moon City wasn't afraid of the Demonic Sect's eastward expedition twelve years ago, and naturally, we're not afraid of a seventeen-year-old child twelve years later.

As for the other major sects, they were all blocked by an unknown force.