The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 112

Jing Jiu stretched out his hand and asked the old monk to sit down.

The old monk quietly explained a few words.

It turned out that Guocheng Temple heard about this and was worried that the practitioners would have a conflict to fight for treasure, so they were asked to come here for treatment at any time.

Jingjiu thinks it's normal, because Guocheng temple is in this style.

If you have just come into contact, you may feel that these medical monks are too pedantic, well-known, and even hypocritical.

But if the temple has been hypocritical for thousands of years, it will certainly be respected by the whole world, even the underworld.

"And you?" The old monk asked.

Well nine said, "just look, the cave is not true. It's just a prank."

The old monk knows that this kind of thing used to happen.

Some of the previous predecessors liked to make some fake caves before flying or disappearing, and joked with the younger generation.

The old monk was puzzled and said, "but... Immortal Jingyang is not like this."

But... The other real person likes it.

Well nine thought.

The mountain wind was swift, and the fire in the temple was blown about.

More than ten monks got up and swept outside the temple and looked somewhere in the mountain.

Under the night dome, there is a faint treasure light flashing like water, and the wind starts from there.

"The cave is about to open!"

"Take the next step first!"

Several practitioners could not help but enter the 20 mile area before the cave opened.

With several sword lights illuminating the night sky, more practitioners appeared in the surrounding mountains.

Well nine swept up with the wind and fell on the top of a big tree. Looking at the distance, he was silent.

That was what the man said when he was on the cliff more than 20 miles away.

"Will those greedy idiots be angry if they find that there is no treasure in the cave and only a piece of white paper?"

With these words, the man laughed happily, and the laughter echoed among the peaks.

After countless years, the laughter seemed to echo here.

Jing Jiu's eyes suddenly became sharp, like a real sword.

He fell from the treetops, quietly like a fallen leaf, and then dived into the night.

Before long, he appeared on the cliff more than 20 miles away.

He believed that he did not make any sound, and even had little disturbance to the wind. If someone had been here just now, he should not have been disturbed by himself.

They all start from scratch. He doesn't believe that the other party can be higher than his own realm.

He was somewhat disappointed.

There is no one on the cliff.

I don't know how long it took, the valley under the cliff became lively.

Dozens of practitioners gathered here, and the voice of argument became louder and louder. The cave hasn't been fully opened yet. These practitioners of scattered cultivation and small sects can't help but start to discuss how to divide treasure later, but they can't come up with a plan that everyone is satisfied with.

The young monks of Guocheng Temple felt that the atmosphere at the scene was becoming more and more tense. They were worried and wanted to persuade them, but they couldn't speak because of the relationship of closed meditation. They were very anxious. The old monk saw many similar pictures and knew that he could not dissuade these people at all. He closed his eyes and began to recuperate.

Later, these practitioners will definitely fight and die directly. It's good to say that it will take a lot of energy to heal those serious injuries with broken hands and broken abdomen.

The old monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the night sky. He felt the familiar breath and thought happily that there should be nothing tonight.

The quarrel in the valley gradually subsided. More and more practitioners sensed the breath from the distance of the night sky and looked up in shock.

An auspicious cloud floated from the southeast, during which an extremely grand lotus throne loomed, emitting a quiet Zen breath.

"Zen gold body!"

The practitioners screamed and hurried to tidy up their clothes and salute to the sky.

All the gifts are from the younger generation.

The Zen son of Guocheng temple is one of the highest generation in today's practice circle.

Jing Jiu looked at the night sky and smiled. He thought he should have thought that the little monk would come and have a look.

The only person in the world who still knows this story is the little monk.

A voice sounded from the depths of the auspicious cloud, fell with the wind and fell in the ears of the people.

"This is a joke between immortal Taiping and immortal Jingyang. There is no real treasure. Let's go."

Zen Zi's voice is very clear and soft, just like manna. He can't hear his age and has an unreal feeling.

Practitioners on the ground responded one after another and scattered around the mountains.

People are so obedient, naturally because of the prestige of Zen.

The monks of Guocheng Temple never lie.

And everyone knows that Jingyang immortal has no friends. Only Zen Zi once asked for a hundred days at Shenmo peak. It can be regarded as close. What he said is naturally credible.

The old and young monks got up and saluted to the auspicious cloud.