Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 225 Playing with Fire and Wetting the Kang
Because of the encounter with the White Bone Ancestor, he is not very free to move around.

After some communication, Xiaohuan also roughly understood the origin of this White Bone Ancestor.

According to him, he was one of the nine guardian priests of the Northwest Wilderness Temple and has been in seclusion for more than three hundred years.

The reason for coming out of seclusion this time was to prevent the magic skills from being lost and to find a successor.

The second reason was that he heard that there might be a rare treasure coming out of the Dead Swamp, so he became eager to fight for it.

Of course, it would be best to kill a few famous masters in the world so that the world can feel his terror and power.

Just like an old hot-blooded terrorist.

When the old demon saw Xiaohuan, he decided that she was his successor and would not let go no matter what.

Xiaohuan did not dare to provoke him rashly, and could only use her master's name as a shield for the time being.

This caused a "fight across the air".

The old ancestor of white bones threatened: He would stay by her side for the next few days until her master arrived, and then he would tear her to pieces in front of her.

Then if she were asked to kowtow and become your disciple, everything would be natural.

Xiaohuan had no choice but to wait and see.

However, seeing that this White Bone Ancestor looks dazed and a little abnormal, and he doesn't seem to be very fond of his fellow cult members, he should be considered a useful general.

There are countless evil cults and monsters lurking in the Death Marsh, especially the disciples of the Hall of Eternal Life.

Xiaohuan thought to herself that maybe she could try her best and persuade him to help with some manual labor first.

After all, for the sake of righteousness, even pulling out one more nail would be a good thing.

This meant spending the next few days with him.

Zhou Yixian was not happy about this at all.

"Playing with fire and peeing on the kang!"

Zhou Yixian dragged his granddaughter to a corner and started scolding her:

"Let me ask you, if this old monster goes crazy, with your limited skills, are you sure you can take him down?"

"No!" Xiaohuan shook her head proudly.

Zhou Yixian glared:
"What are you waiting for? Send a message to your master and ask him to take care of it!"

Xiao Huan pouted: "Why are you in such a hurry? Just let me play with him properly!"

"What the hell! Do you have to kill your grandfather before you stop?"

Xiaohuan actively comforts:

"Oh, Grandpa, don't be afraid. I've read your fortune and it says you're destined to live a carefree life, live to old age and die peacefully. Besides, if the time comes, even if I'm not very capable, I'll have the means to save you for a while."

Zhou Yixian didn't buy it and glanced at her:
"What happens after that? Should I die?"

"After a while, my master's Golden Escape Flowing Light arrived. But I still try not to bother him. I once read my fortune and it showed that I will achieve great things in the future. Why don't I take this opportunity to hone myself?"

In the final analysis, the old man had no ability and could only let it go, but he could not help but feel the coldness in his teeth:

"Hmph! Grind it, and get rid of these old bones of mine as soon as possible."

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The sky was gloomy and foggy.

The clouds were hanging very low, and it looked like it was going to rain at any moment.

But it has been like this for a long time and God still hasn't said a word.

There was only a cold wind that blew from nowhere, and when it brushed against the body, it made people feel cold, damp and wet, making them feel really uncomfortable all over.

"The fortune teller said that I was unlucky this year and couldn't go west. Now I'm here at the edge of the Dead Swamp. It's my misfortune."

Zeng Shushu complained while sprinkling mosquito repellent powder all over his body.

"Brother Xiao, would you like some?"

"Haha, no need."

Xiao Yicai is the second-in-command of the Qingyun team this time. Since he plays the role of "steward" or "military advisor", he thinks more than others.

He first looked around, then stretched out his fingers to calculate the time.

"We have traveled a long way today. The entrance to the Dead Marsh is just ahead. I think we should rest and gather our strength before going in tomorrow."

When these words were spoken, no one objected.

But Xiao Yicai still came to Lu Xueqi and asked:
"Junior Sister Lu, what do you think?"

Lu Xueqi didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

Then he silently wiped the Tianya in his hand.

"..."

Knowing that she just had this weird personality, Xiao Yicai didn't care.

Although Lu Xueqi is the nominal leader of this trip to Dead Lake, she has a cold personality and does not like to deal with tedious matters.

So when it comes to specific matters, Xiao Yicai still has to arrange them.

This former disciple of the headmaster was a cautious and steady person.

Ever since Wan Jianyi took over as the head of the sect, he has been acting even more like this.

Wan Jianyi will marry Shuiyue soon.

Especially this trip to the Dead Marsh, it was unprecedented that the team was led by a disciple from Xiaozhu Peak.

A glimpse of the whole picture shows that the power structure of Qingyun’s top management will probably undergo unprecedented changes in the future.

In order to maintain one's position.

At this stage, the more we need to talk about human relationships and worldly wisdom...

It was almost dusk, but the sky was covered with thick leaden clouds, and no trace of sunset glow could be seen.

The place where everyone was camping was already at the outermost edge of the Dead Swamp.

Looking inward from here, you can see a vast expanse of lush aquatic plants everywhere.

Occasionally there is a solitary tree, like an old lady's gums, so sparse and pitiful.

I took a deep breath, and my nose was filled with the smell of grass and trees rotting in the soil.

Above the swamp, there was a fog like gray gauze floating, making it difficult to see the surroundings. Ten feet away, everything looked blurry.

Except for Lu Xueqi who was busy wiping Tianya, the other six people from Qingyun all had solemn expressions.

Since ancient times, the Dead Marsh has been notorious for being "difficult to exit once entering", and no one knows how many dangers are hidden in it.

Next, everyone started to divide the work.
Those who make a fire make a fire, and those who gather firewood gather firewood.

Suddenly, a golden light surged from behind, illuminating half the sky.

Everyone looked at it, with different expressions.

The most eye-catching one was Lin Jingyu, who snorted coldly.

"Ah! It's a fellow from Tianyin Temple."

Zeng Shushu showed a look of joy, but as he spoke he seemed to remember something and couldn't help but glance at Zhang Xiaofan beside him.

But he was looking at the golden light coldly, as if there was a layer of frost in his eyes.

Looking at this person, Zeng Shushu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Over the past ten years, Zhang Xiaofan's temperament has changed a lot and he has become much more dull.

And the crux of the problem is Tianyin.

The golden light arrived in an instant, fell on the ground, and revealed seven or eight monks.

Leading the group were two familiar faces, Fashang and Fashan from Tianyin Temple.

The reason we met by chance was because we had previously contacted each other through letters.

Qingyun Tianyin, as an ally in this operation, entered the marsh together.

The two sides inevitably exchanged some pleasantries when they met.

But the monks of Tianyin Temple, especially the Dharmakaya, kept a very humble attitude.

"Junior Brother Zhang!"

The differential treatment was particularly evident in the case of Zhang Lin and Zhang Xiaofan.

"How have you been doing in the past ten years?"

Everyone stared in silence.

The aftermath of the case that happened ten years ago is still being felt today.

"..."

Zhang Xiaofan did not respond, but his eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent without reservation.

"Junior Brother Zhang..."

Xiao Yicai saw that something was wrong and had to remind him. Fashang knew that he had spoken out of turn and blamed himself for being impatient.

Isn't it wishful thinking to be in a hurry to settle the cause and effect of the past as soon as you meet?
Night fell in the blink of an eye.

Qingyun and Tianyin's group each formed small circles to chat around the fire.

The tall and strong Fashan suddenly had an idea and asked:

"The matter of the Dead Marsh is not a small matter. Now that Gui Qingyun and I, Tianyin, have joined the game, why don't we see fellow practitioners of Fenxiang getting involved?"

"Why didn't anyone come from Fenxiang Valley? Master, don't you know yet?"

Zeng Shushu suddenly became interested and started to chew the incense behind his back:
"I heard that after the great war between good and evil, Trinity came to his house and broke his spine, and then..."

Snapped!
Xiao Yicai broke the fork in his hand.

Zeng Shushu suddenly realized that he had said something wrong and remained silent.

Xiao Yicai said at this time:
"After we enter this Death Swamp, we must be careful and cautious. This Death Swamp is notorious and dangerous."

"Besides, the Demon Cult's Changsheng Hall is close to the water, and there's no guarantee that they've already entered the marsh and set up an ambush for us. So after we go in, everyone must take care of each other, remember, remember."

"Hmph, even if there is a demon, just kill him."

Lin Jingyu even tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.

The Dragon Slaying Sword had already been recast in the past ten years, and with the guidance of Qingyun Sect Master Wan Jianyi, Lin Jingyu's cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds.

At this moment, it is like a sword whose sharpness cannot be hidden, eager to drink blood.

But he changed the subject:
"The only thing that makes me depressed is that... not all the demons who should be killed in this world are evil. Some of them are just high-sounding people. They just hold a golden signboard but do nothing. I can't kill them! Xiaofan, do you think so?"

Zhang Xiaofan nodded silently.

As soon as these words were spoken, even a fool would know who they were directed at.

Xiao Yicai and Zeng Shushu both looked embarrassed.

"Ugh……"

The Dharma image opposite did not respond, but closed his eyes and silently chanted the Buddha's name.

……

In the distance, Xiao Zhufeng and the other two were sitting around a fire.

It was Xiaoshi’s first time traveling far away, and she was excited about everything.

"Hey, Senior Sister Xueqi, I see you haven't said anything, what are you thinking about?"

Lu Xueqi smiled faintly and did not answer, just wiping the scabbard.

Lin Chushuang said angrily:
"I thought it was you? You are so lively and cheerful every day, like a chirping lark."

“I care too.”

Xiao Shi pouted:
"Since our senior sister married to Dazhu Peak, Senior Sister Xueqi has become much more taciturn."

Lin Chushuang smiled and touched her hair:
"It's not because of that."

"What's that for?"

"You are still young and don't understand."

"How can I understand if you don't tell me?"

"Oh? You dare to talk back, little girl? I'll punish you severely when we get back!"

"..."

Ignored their banter and bickering.

Lu Xueqi was wiping Tianya on her hand, but her thoughts unconsciously flew away to the sky.

No one knows what she is thinking.

Only she herself knows clearly: that first memory, after passing through the fleeting time, is still as clear as yesterday.

If I count carefully, it’s been twenty-two years, right?
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Three days later,
In a sky-high hole in the Dead Marsh, Yu Yangzi, the leader of the Demon Cult's Changsheng Hall, was wiping a precious mirror with his only remaining right hand.

Ever since the battle at Qingyun ten years ago, due to the power of the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, he not only lost an arm, but also lost most of his elite soldiers.

Since then, the strength of Changshengtang has been greatly reduced, and it is now much weaker than the Ghost King Sect and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

This gave him a deep sense of crisis, and he was helpless, so he moved the Changshengtang headquarters to the edge of the desolate Dead Swamp eight years ago.

I didn’t expect that God would have eyes.

With the emergence of this rare treasure, Changshengtang is undoubtedly in a prime position and is determined to obtain it.

In the past few days, the waves of spies sent out have finally paid off.

"Master, we have found the traces of the main force of the righteous sect."

"What are the ingredients?"

"They are elite disciples from Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple. There are about a dozen of them. They have entered the Dead Marsh a few days ago and are approaching our ambush circle."

"Hmph, less than I expected."

Yu Yangzi snorted coldly, clenched his right hand into a fist and then unclenched it repeatedly, obviously weighing the pros and cons.

He gazed into the distance, as if waiting for something.

After a while, footsteps were heard from the darkness ahead, and a thin middle-aged man walked out.

The disciples on both sides saw this and immediately knelt down and bowed:

"Meet Elder Meng."

It can be seen that the hierarchy in Changsheng Hall is strict, because that person also knelt down to Yu Yangzi:
"Meng Ji greets the Sect Master."

"Well, did you gain anything?"

This person was one of the few Changshengtang masters who survived the battle at Qingyun Mountain, and therefore was deeply trusted by Yuyangzi.

Meng Ji whispered:
"I have already led people to search the Black Water Ditch and White Horse River on the other side of the Dead Marsh, and have not found any traces of activities of the Ghost King Sect or the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. However, there are some independent cultivators or some lone figures from small sects, who have been dealt with by my subordinates."

Yu Yangzi perked up and finally smiled:

"Good! This way, my worries are gone. Tonight, we will attack those ignorant young people in Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple with all our strength. Once we get rid of them, the righteous will no longer be able to compete with us!"

Meng Ji did not look happy at all, but rather a little worried. After hesitating for a moment, he finally said:
"Master, I think there are two things that we must pay attention to."

"what's up?"

"First, just because we can't find them doesn't mean they don't exist. I'm afraid they've hidden themselves on purpose, just to paralyze us and start a war with the righteous. Then they can reap the benefits and stab us in the back."

Yu Yangzi obviously didn't like what he said, and asked coldly:

"Do you have any evidence?"

Meng Ji looked embarrassed:

"This... not yet."

"Then why are you saying this?"

Yu Yangzi's facial muscles twitched, and then he revealed a look of resentment, and said:

"How could I not know your worries? But at this point, we have no way to retreat. We are not like those slutty women of the Hehuan Sect. If we can't get this rare treasure, our Changsheng Hall will sooner or later be dismembered and annexed by the Ghost King Sect and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect!"

Meng Ji was shocked and whispered, "What the Sect Master said makes sense, but..."

"Don't say but, and tell me about your second matter."

"As for the second matter...rumors say that the Trinity Sect might also be involved. If that's true..."

"Humph! So what? I'll take the rare treasure first, and even if Xu comes in person, he may not be afraid of him!"

"But...what if the type of that rare treasure is not..."

"No buts!"

Yu Yangzi interrupted again, this time with a blazing light in his eyes, just like a gambler.

“Whether it’s the Trinity, the Ghost King Sect, or the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the best strategy right now is to deal with these righteous brats before they arrive, and then search for the rare treasure with all our might. Once we get it, judging from the strange signs in the past few days, it must be a rare treasure. We won’t be afraid of these three sects anymore!”

As he said this, he turned around, calmed himself, stretched out his only right hand, and swung it forward heavily in the night.

This should be some kind of command gesture.

Then, figures were seen gathering in the darkness, and a large number of disciples from Changsheng Hall appeared and rushed towards the direction of Yu Yangzi's finger.

Seeing him like this, Elder Meng Ji was helpless, so he lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

But Yu Yangzi had sharp ears and asked immediately:

"What are you mumbling about!?"

Meng Ji's expression changed slightly:

"I...I think the Sect Master has a good opinion."

(End of this chapter)