Chapter 503: The Wind Rises from the End of a Green Duckweed

Chapter 503: The Wind Rises from the End of a Green Duckweed

Chapter 503: The Wind Rises from the Tip of a Green Duckweed (Two Chapters in One)

The mysterious soldiers are hidden and cannot be detected by ordinary means.

On the Bafang Pagoda, Qin Yun lowered his eyes and gazed. There seemed to be light golden flames interweaving in his eyes like pupils within pupils, reflecting the small courtyards under the Bafang Pagoda.

“There haven’t been any fluctuations.”

Qin Yun frowned slightly.

He was able to suppress the Great Wilderness Sea-Blocking Purple Gold Spear with the help of the Eight Directions Pagoda and his own cultivation. If this kid had the Sea-Splitting Mysterious Whale Hammer, how could he suppress it?

Or is it that the owner of the Black Whale Hammer is really someone else?
"strangeness……"

Master Qin realized it later and also reacted:
"Is the rumor false? Or did Long Yingchan leave the Black Whale Hammer at the Dragon and Tiger Temple before he left the mountain?"

Both the grandparents and the grandchildren were a little surprised.

"I guess he stayed in Longhu Temple."

Qin Yun had no intention of delving into it, and said, "The Eight Directions Temple has experienced drastic changes this time. Even if the five major sects have disagreements, they will probably have to go to the Divine Capital."

"Humph, those old guys have always regarded the Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Soldiers as forbidden food. I'm afraid they were all frightened by the unusual movement in the Eight Directions Temple this time."

Qin Shixian snorted coldly. She felt the same way.

From ancient times to the present, for thousands of years, there have been great masters in every generation, but only the five major Taoist sects have remained prosperous for a long time, and they rely on the Heavenly Luck Mysterious Soldiers.

This is the fundamental reason why the sect will continue to prosper.

She didn't even need to inquire, because the scene just now would definitely trigger a violent reaction from the five major Taoist sects.

"Without this scare, they would probably have hesitated for a long time."

Qin Yun understood this very well: "Perhaps, this is also the purpose of the court?"

"Can this grand ceremony of the imperial court really be accomplished?"

Qin Shixian frowned, quite frightened. The moment the purple gold spear slipped out of her hand, her heartbeat suddenly stopped.

"Can't tell."

Qin Yun shook his head. He was really surprised by what happened just now.

The Bafang Temple had changed to this extent. It was already different from the great festival he knew. This was only the second time. If it was the third time...

"What about us?"

Qin Shixian asked.

"Um……"

Qin Yun hesitated for a moment and ordered:
"Take my handwritten letter and go see Long Yingchan and Taoist Yuan Qing. After that, you can go to the capital with them... As for me..."

Qin Yun paused:
"I am going to go look for those two alien visitors!"

"it is good!"

Qin Shixian had been feeling depressed for a long time and was quite excited at this moment.

"Leave the purple-gold spear behind."

Qin Yun raised his hand and grabbed the spear: "If there is any movement in the Bafang Temple, you may not be able to suppress it."

"..."

Qin Shixian was reluctant, but he had no choice but to let go of the spear in his hand, turned around, and disappeared into the Eight Directions Tower.

"Great sacrifice, great sacrifice..."

Inside the tower, Qin Yun lightly turned his spear, and suddenly slashed it in the air. With a humming sound, a dark and dim portal appeared in the Eight Directions Tower.

"The Eight-Directions Tower is not the Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Soldier after all. This Netherworld..."

Qin Yun inserted his spear in front of the door, grabbed the ancient mirror hanging on the wall, and walked into the light gate.

……

Woohoo~
The mysterious land, the end of the Golden Scale Road.

Wang Jin stood in armor, holding a bronze mirror high in both hands. Strong incense was burning in the mirror, casting a dazzling light, which just illuminated the battlefield in the distance.

boom!
In the dim light, a giant beast flew across the sky. Wherever it passed, there was a deadly aura. A figure shuttled through the darkness and fought against the giant beast.

The sound of the collision between the man and the beast echoed within a hundred miles, setting off hurricane-like howling hurricanes.

From a distance, the darkness surges like a tide, ready to devour anyone.

Click!

After a long time, Wan Zhuliu suddenly fell to the ground. He held his long sword horizontally, and the sword light scattered like a tide, leaving deep marks on the ground.

Bang!
The knife light faded, and a giant beast fell to the ground. The pungent smell of blood instantly enveloped Wang Jin and the people behind him.

“Ah, it’s poisonous!”

"Take the detoxification pill quickly!"

A group of people exclaimed and were in a panic. Wang Jin frowned, but did not scold them. Instead, he walked towards Wan Zhuliu with a bronze mirror in his hand.

"Is this... the white sandalwood spirit sheep?"

After getting closer, with the help of the light from the Big Sun Mirror, Wang Jin was able to see the true appearance of the huge monster.

It was a spirit sheep with pure black hair, nine feet tall, with huge horns on its head. At this moment, it was cut into two pieces by a horizontal knife, and its internal organs and blood flowed all over the ground.

"almost."

Wan Zhuliu sheathed his sword, and the evil spirit on his body dissipated: "This strange place was formed by the strange transformation of the divine realm of the master of the Golden Scale Bell a long time ago...

This is his spiritual form, at the first level, extremely ferocious. "

“It is indeed brutal.”

Wang Jin nodded. He watched the whole battle. This giant beast was extremely ferocious. If he were in its position, he would probably have to fight hard for a long time.

"It's a bit fierce, but it also has some benefits."

Wan Zhuliu stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a ball of gray-black light rose from the body of the strange beast, with faint flickering light and shadows in it.

The strange beast came from the spirit of a deceased grandmaster. This ball of light naturally contained part of the grandmaster's inheritance.

“It’s really good stuff.”

Wang Jin was a little jealous. This ball of spiritual light not only contained the memories of the predecessors, but could also be used to refine treasures and elixirs.

"This ghostly realm is indeed very strange. This strange beast seems to be alive..."

Surrounded by a group of imperial guards, Emperor Qian walked slowly over. He reached out and touched the horn of the spirit goat: "It can be considered a harvest."

The blood, flesh, tendons and bones of the strange beast in the Unity Realm were all extraordinary. Emperor Qian took a glance at it, and the guards stepped forward and dragged the giant beast away.

"Go away."

Emperor Qian spoke, and the guards bowed and dispersed.

Wang Jin held a bronze mirror to light the way, and the three of them walked to the end of Jinlin Road. There, there was a huge incense burner, but only a few incense sticks were burning in it.

"The Eight Directions Temple is experiencing drastic changes. Huang Longzi's rituals are much more advanced than what we have discovered."

In front of the incense burner, Wu Yingxing frowned, and only bowed when he saw Emperor Qian.

"The ceremony was done correctly, and the incense offerings were sufficient, so why is the Bafang Temple not open?"

Emperor Qian frowned.

With the help of the light from the Great Sun Mirror, he glanced around. The area within a radius of dozens of miles was almost in ruins, filled with blood and debris, and the sword energy was still there.

"Just now, when the Eight Directions Temple appeared, only ten Xuanbing responded, and two of them did not move. Is the failure related to this?"

Wang Jin guessed.

"Which two?"

Emperor Qian frowned.

Wang Jin didn't say anything, but just looked at Wu Yingxing, who held the coin and answered:
"According to my hexagram, the ones that have not responded should be the Great Wilderness Sea-Britain Purple Gold Spear and the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer."

"Purple-gold spear, black whale hammer."

Emperor Qian walked to the altar and reached out to grab a handful of burning incense ash: "Let's not talk about the Purple Gold Spear for now. I remember that the Sea-Splitting Mysterious Whale Hammer has already appeared. Why hasn't it responded yet?"

"It must have been suppressed."

Wu Yingxing sighed: "The Changhong Yiqi Sword that was suppressed by the Thousand Eyes Dharma Master was the last to respond. The other two Xuanbings might also be due to this reason."

"Suppress the Xuanbing..."

Emperor Qian frowned. There were only a few people who could suppress the Xuanbing, not to mention in this world, even in the past few thousand years, there were few.
"Could it be that Qin Yun?"

"It may not be related to Xuanbing."

At this time, Wan Zhuliu spoke up. He walked slowly to the altar and said, "The movement of the Xuanbing was due to the summons of the Bafang Temple. It was not because of the movement of the Xuanbing that the Bafang Temple appeared."

"Oh?"

Wu Yingxing's heart was slightly moved: "What does Your Majesty think?"

"The conditions for the grand sacrifice have not yet been truly met."

Wan Zhuliu had no intention of explaining. He raised his hand and took the bronze mirror from Wang Jin's hand, and urged the mirror to shine towards the place where the Bafang Temple had appeared.

hum~
In the bronze mirror, the incense burned brighter and brighter.

A few miles, a few miles, a dozen miles...

By the time Wang Jin felt some pain in his flesh, the light from the Great Sun Mirror had already shone hundreds of miles away, and black shadows could be seen flickering wherever the light passed.

You can even see some strange places.

“Only during the great sacrifice can the temple be seen.”

After a moment, Wan Zhuliu put down the bronze mirror. The roar in the darkness was getting closer and closer. The few people looked at each other, put away the altar, and turned to leave.

……

When~
On the observatory, the Golden Scale Bell echoed.

Under the black umbrella, Huang Longzi sat in meditation and breathed in and out. He looked calm and didn't care about being excluded for the second time.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and saw a group of guards filing out from the bell waves, carrying the corpses of ferocious beasts, such as tigers, leopards, cattle and sheep.

At least, they were as big as houses and full of ferocious and hideous looks.

"After all, it is isolated by the Eight Directions Temple. In this mysterious land, the strange beasts are not of high rank, but there are many of them..."

Huang Longzi looked at him.

Only the divine realm condensed by a martial artist who has entered the Tao will return to the netherworld after his death. However, the netherworld contains more than just the divine realm of entering the Tao and the divine realm of unity.

After a while, the guards left, and Wan Zhuliu and others walked out.

"Did you gain anything?"

Huang Longzi stood up and asked with a smile.

As this was a matter of great sacrifice, the ruler and his ministers of Dayun were extremely cautious, and only now did they try the ritual he had provided.

Several people looked at each other, and Emperor Qian spoke again: "Your ceremony is indeed very exquisite, but the Eight Directions Temple is still not open. Do you know why?"

So direct.

Huang Longzi was speechless, but did not answer directly. Instead, he said:
"You have verified the ritual I performed. So, what do you think I am asking for?"

"That spirit turtle's whereabouts are erratic. It appeared on Yanshan Road a few days ago."

Emperor Qian glanced at Wu Yingxing, who replied, "That old turtle seems to be looking for something..."

"Smoky Mountain Road."

Huang Longzi's eyes flickered.

Wu Yingxing added: "According to the information you provided, we have found another alien visitor. She is also on Yanshan Road at the moment."

"Chi Lian is also on Yanshan Road?"

Huang Longzi's eyes darkened: "Did you already know this?"

"Please don't misunderstand me, Your Excellency."

Emperor Qian said, "This news came not long ago. Your Excellency was setting up the altar at that time, so I didn't dare to disturb you."

"is it?"

Huang Longzi curled the corner of his mouth, grabbed the big umbrella, and was about to turn around when Wan Zhuliu called him.

"The ceremony is imminent, so it would be best for you to stay in the Divine Capital City."

Wan Zhuliu stood holding the knife, his face calm.

Huang Longzi narrowed his eyes: "Are you trying to stop me?" "We sincerely want to cooperate with you, how could we stop you?"

Emperor Qian waved his hand: "It's just that this grand sacrifice is of great importance, and you are really indispensable..."

"What does it have to do with me?"

Huang Longzi snorted coldly, his face looking rather unhappy.

"After this matter is resolved, I will mobilize the whole country to search for that magical tortoise for you."

Emperor Qian had a smile on his face, while Wan Zhuliu had a cold expression.

Seeing how well the king and his subject cooperated, Huang Longzi's expression changed several times before he said in a deep voice:

"Do you know why the Bafang Temple is present but not open?"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, everyone present was shocked.

The sword at Wan Zhuliu's waist trembled slightly, and the dark true energy enveloped the entire observatory.

"Appreciate further details."

Emperor Qian bowed.

"According to the records of the academy, the Bafang Temple is difficult to find, difficult to see, and even more difficult to open."

Huang Longzi suppressed his restlessness and replied:

"My rituals are flawless, and your offerings are also correct. The only thing missing is a temple owner!"

"The one who opened the temple?"

Emperor Qian and others looked at each other with different expressions, some were suspicious, some frowned.

"According to ancient legend, the Bafang Temple appeared behind Tianshiyuan and was opened several times. Although those few people never spread the news, there are always fragments of information left behind..."

Huang Longzi narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Even magic weapons have spirits, let alone the Eight Directions Temple? This kind of rare treasure born in the universe is like a natural god or demon, with free spirit and wisdom..."

"Ritual Yuan... Incense is just a stepping stone. If you want to open a temple, you have to comply with another rule..."

"That is, fate."

edge?
Not only Wu Yingxing and Wang Jin frowned, but Wan Zhuliu also frowned.

"What is fate?"

Hearing Emperor Qian's question, Huang Longzi lowered his eyelids:

"What is fate? It depends on what the Eight Directions Temple needs. Maybe it's a disciple with outstanding talent, or some kind of natural treasure, a spiritual realm, or possibly a huge amount of Yuanhuo..."

The observatory fell silent for a moment.

After a moment, Emperor Qian spoke again: "It's too blurry."

"If my guess is correct, that old turtle and my junior sister are also pursuing this 'fate'."

Huang Longzi lowered his eyelids, feeling a little restless.

This world is not small, it is impossible for this man and this turtle to meet by chance!

Is that fate on the Yanshan Road?

"Your Excellency means that the Dharma of Fate is on the Smoky Mountain Road?"

Huang Longzi's meaning was very clear, and the people present naturally understood it. Emperor Qian's expression turned cold:

"If there is no fate, this Bafang Temple cannot be opened?"

"Not necessarily."

Huang Longzi could sense the anger of the people present, but he remained calm:
"You can also wait until the Eight Directions Temple actually appears, and then try to break in."

……

……

Yanshan Road is adjacent to Leiyin Continent, with many mountains, rivers and lakes.

Because the Great Smoky Mountains separate the north and the south, the climate is hot and there is no ice or snow even around the end of the year.

Huhu~
On the turbulent river, a lone boat drifts downstream.

This is a black-sailed boat, but there is no roof on the boat. Instead, there is a big umbrella upright. On the deck, a person with a turtle-like back is sitting cross-legged.

The night wind blows gently, fluttering my clothes.

At a certain moment, the old turtle opened his eyes, stared at the night sky, and seemed to realize something.

"What a big noise."

Hearing his voice, Ao Cang, who was sitting cross-legged on the other deck, frowned slightly and followed his gaze. He saw four large moons hanging high in the sky, and there was nothing unusual.

"What did Brother Turtle see?"

The old turtle huddled in the shadow of the big umbrella, squinting slightly:
"Eight-way Temple."

"Hachimiya?!"

Ao Cang was shocked and tried to concentrate, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

"Brother Ao has no means of entering or leaving the Netherworld, so naturally he can't detect it."

The old turtle lowered his head and counted with his fingers: "Well, it is indeed the ritual of the Poison Dragon Academy. It's a pity that if the Eight Directions Temple can be opened with just the ritual, it wouldn't have ended up in the 'Three Enclosures'."

He calculated with his fingers and muttered to himself.

Ao Cang was too lazy to ask him about the foreign words he didn't understand, and just waited for him to finish calculating before saying:
"Brother Turtle, I heard that the imperial court is also offering sacrifices to the Bafang Temple..."

"This should be the grand ceremony of cooperation between the Dayun court and Huang Longzi."

The old turtle loosened his fingers, as if he understood everything.

"Your great enemy has cooperated with the imperial court?"

Ao Cang's heart tightened slightly: "Brother Turtle, although Ao has some means, he can't resist the imperial court. You..."

"Brother Ao, don't worry."

The old immortal Turtle looked behind him and saw a handsome young man who looked like he had just come of age lying on the boat:

"Who knows, the court may also ask for me."

"This boy?"

Ao Cang frowned and looked at the young man.

The young man's name was Qi Benchu, and he was picked up by Turtle Immortal from the roadside. The latter attached great importance to him to the extreme, and even spent a huge price to exchange his own dragon blood for the boy's body to cleanse his bones.

"Brother Ao, don't underestimate this kid."

A smile appeared on Turtle Immortal's face. He traveled hundreds of thousands of miles, from north to east, and from east to north, and visited thousands of islands before he finally found this person:
"When I help him achieve a complete blood transfusion, you will understand... huh?"

As he spoke, he raised his hands and clapped them lightly, and with a 'swish' sound, the speed of the boat increased dramatically, like an arrow shot from a strong bow, and in just one rise and fall, it was already more than ten miles away.

"Um?!"

Ao Cang was startled and looked back suddenly.

But in the night, there seemed to be a bolt of thunder that broke through the sky, and in an instant, it fell on the river.

boom!
Thunder roared, echoing among the mountains.

In an instant, the river flow dried up, and countless mud and sand carried by the river water rushed up dozens of feet into the sky, falling like rain.

Amidst the rain and fog, a cold and stern voice was heard:

"Old turtle, I finally caught you!"

"Caught?"

The boat was speeding along. Turtle Old Immortal held Qi Benchu ​​in one hand and held a large black umbrella in the other, looking at Chi Lian who was approaching in the night with murderous aura:
"Little girl, you are not qualified to arrest me! Brother Ao, thank you for your help."

Ao Cang did not reply, but just stood there concentrating. Behind him, mist rose and a dark dragon shadow flickered faintly.

boom!
In response to him, there were loud thunderclaps.

The red light was dazzling in the night, as if a raging fire was burning the sky. Chi Lian strode forward, his body like a fire dragon, full of murderous aura.

boom!
Ao Cang leaped up, and the surging river water followed him, stopping the flames in mid-air.

"Where did the loach come from?!"

The dragon roars collided several times, and Ao Cang was slightly shocked. This woman was extremely murderous and her methods were extremely cruel. After several confrontations, he couldn't even gain the upper hand?
"Brother Ao, let's go!"

In the darkness of night, the voice of Turtle Immortal was heard.

Ao Cang raised his hand to block Chi Lian's free-hand attack, then floated down and used the force to escape in another direction.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Chi Lian did not hesitate at all, abandoned Ao Cang and chased after the old turtle. Through the night, a faint white light could be seen moving from the north to the west.

"The immortal pointed the way..."

……

……

Woohoo~
On the gray stone platform, light and shadow interweave.

Under Li Yuan's gaze, there was nothing unusual with the Weaponry Talisman. He tried to replace the Black Whale Hammer and re-enter the Black Whale Secret Realm, but this time, the strong call had disappeared.

"It's not good..."

In front of the Xuanjing Gate Archway, Li Yuan was holding the Xuanjing Hammer, feeling a little uneasy.

The unusual movement of the Bafang Temple this time was too violent. If he hadn't reacted quickly, the Black Whale Hammer would have definitely responded to the call.

"It's not even June 6 yet..."

Li Yuan was a little annoyed. With the Weapon Control Scroll, he was not worried that the Black Whale Hammer would be called away, but the problem was that it was a bit eye-catching.

At least there was still one bite and no response this time. What if only the Black Whale Hammer is left?

"Does the Eight Directions Temple require twelve mysterious soldiers to open?"

Lacking information, Li Yuan pondered for a long time but still had no clue. He originally wanted to try to kill a few strange beasts, but now he was not in the mood to do so.

I opened my eyes and saw light in the sky.

Li Yuan was not sleepy, nor did he want to go out. He stood up and did a few sets of standing meditations. When his mind calmed down, he closed his eyes, lay down, and began to listen to music.

Listening to the sound makes him feel calm.

"Hopefully it'll be useful."

Li Yuan selected the musical note and chose to listen to the 'treasure sound' without hesitation. Normally, he would not be willing to spend eight times as much:

"The Bafang Temple should belong to Baoyin, right?"

As his mind turned, wisps of incense floated and landed on the notes of his fingers.

This time, Li Yuan used fifth-level incense, and combined with the grade of the palm sound talisman, what he heard was at least twelfth-level precious sound.

[Throughout the ages, countless weapon forging masters have been pursuing the Heavenly Profound Weapon, and some have even devoted the entire nation’s resources to forging weapons, but only one person has succeeded...

The Dragon Demon Taoist searched for the mysterious land left by his predecessors in the dark realm, and realized the secret of forging weapons... Divine weapons have spirits, and mysterious weapons must have spirits... (Level 12)]

[It is said that there are two types of Tianyun Xuanbing's recognition of their master. Only the deep recognition will not disappear after the death of the master... It is said that when the twelve Xuanbing gather together, something incredible will happen... (Twelfth level)]

[In the Netherworld, the Eight Directions Temple appeared, and all kinds of Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Soldiers responded one by one... According to legend, only those holding Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Soldiers can find the location of the Eight Directions Temple, but to enter, you need 'Fate'... (Level 12)]

……

Li Yuan consumed four hundred fifth-level incense sticks in one breath before stopping.

"There are too few items related to the Bafang Temple. They are all guaranteed to be the 12th-level Listening Sound. It's really random. Most of them are at a lower level..."

Li Yuan was somewhat disappointed. There were 400 fifth-level incense sticks, but he had not encountered a listening sound higher than the twelfth level.

The price of information was so high that it hurt him a little.

"The fifth-level incense can definitely obtain information about the Heavenly Luck Mysterious Soldiers, but the level of the Eight Directions Temple is probably higher, and the sixth-level incense may not be enough..."

After hesitating for a while, Li Yuan decided to use the sixth-level incense.

The sixth-level incense plus the seventh-level palm sound talisman, the lowest level must be thirteen-level listening sound. In this world, the only one that is higher than the level of Xuanbing is the Bafang Temple, right?

This probability can't be considered a gamble, right?
hum~
A trembling sound was heard, and Li Yuan's eyes suddenly brightened. After touching the bottom fifty times, he finally got a sound that was higher than the lowest one:
[The wonders of the universe are the best materials for refining treasures. According to ancient legends, there was once a great man who used the wonders born in the universe to create a 'treasure of the Tao'...

According to legend, the treasure of the Tao is in line with the laws of heaven and earth, and has unfathomable power... According to legend, this treasure of the Tao called "Eight Directions Temple" contains the inheritance of that supreme power... (Sixteenth level)]

Sixteenth level of listening!
(End of this chapter)