The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 139 Thirty Years
Away from the mountain, smoke and mist are curling, rising in the morning and evening and lingering around the peaks, as if a veil was covering the ground and the sleeves of fairies were fluttering; suddenly they gather and disperse, changing without reason, making the mountains and rivers appear and disappear, just like the magic of fire clouds.

Mount Li, which was once less than a thousand feet high, has been rising higher and higher day by day since True Man Qian Jing successfully ascended to the throne. The terrain of the mountain has gradually risen, gathering spiritual energy from all directions, making Mount Li an excellent place for cultivation.

The light curtain of the light array of light reddish color appeared and disappeared from time to time, isolating the aristocratic family in the mountains from the outside world, as if they were two different worlds.

In front of a hidden stone tablet, Bai Suwen brought Qian Guangqi and another secret disciple Fang Yan here.

She first went to the Dongchu Wang family and sent two disciples of average qualifications to Wang Qianli. After giving him some instructions, she continued to head north to Lishan.

"Junior Brother Qian, you can now receive the nobles." Bai Suwen said lightly, looking at the unremarkable stone tablet in front of him.

Qian Guangqi immediately responded: "Yes! Elder!"

After saying that, he took out a golden bell, bit his finger and let it melt with the blood, then he muttered some secret words and shook the magic bell.

"Ding ~"

The golden bell rang, and a mysterious musical vibration spread in all directions. In just three breaths, a layer of light appeared above the stone tablet, and an ugly man with blood scabs on his face walked out of it.

"Who initiated the blood edict?"

Qian Guangqi hurried forward and said, "Junior Qian Guangqi, greetings to the elder of the blood clan."

Bai Suwen looked slightly surprised. The aura of the man in front of him was already at the sixth level, and his strength should not be underestimated. "Qiling Sect's True Cultivator Bai Suwen greets the senior. I am here today to ask to see Senior Sister Qian Shiyan."

"Shiyan is such a troublesome girl." The man with blood scabs looked at Bai Suwen and did not answer directly. Instead, he said, "I'll tell her for you. As for whether she is willing to see you, that's not certain."

As he said that, he grabbed Qian Guangqi and turned back to the stone tablet and disappeared.

Only Bai Suwen and Fang Yan were left at the foot of the barren mountain. Seeing that the other party was so unhappy, Bai Suwen could only sigh and said to Fang Yan: "When you enter the Qian family, you must be cautious. We don't ask you to achieve anything great, we just hope that you can live well.

If a great catastrophe really strikes the sect one day, you don't have to think about revenge for the sect. You just need to wait for the right time to pass on the teachings of the Qi Ling Sect as the sect leader has instructed."

Fang Yan has always been honest and simple-minded. Hearing this, his eyes turned red and he said, "Don't worry, elder. I will definitely live up to your trust!"

Bai Suwen smiled and nodded, then took out a magical talisman full of spiritual energy from the storage bag and handed it to him, saying: "Although you have brought many spiritual objects and protective items, and the head of the sect must have thought it through, I still have to consider one more thing for you.

This top-grade talisman was made by the previous ruler before he passed away using his supernatural powers and true energy. It has the effect of clearing the mind and avoiding detection.

If our sect cannot survive this catastrophe a hundred years from now, you will be our only hope.

If you are in urgent need and the Qian Family is unwilling to help, you can take this talisman to ask for help from Senior Sister Qian. She has a long history with the previous master and will most likely help you because of the magical power of [Qin Chunyu]. This opportunity only comes once, so you need to seize it yourself."

"Yes, I will keep it in mind!" Fang Yan was moved and took the talisman carefully and put it into his sleeve.

Soon the stone tablet in front of him shook, a ray of fire appeared, and a woman in a fiery red palace dress walked out of it. She smiled and said, "This must be Junior Sister Bai Suwen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Is there anything important?"

Bai Suwen bowed and said with a smile, "Hello, Senior Sister. If it weren't for the emergency, I wouldn't have come such a long distance to see you in person.

I just hope that Senior Sister can take this disciple in and preserve a part of the inheritance for Qi Ling Sect."

"Junior sister, that's not true." Upon hearing this, Qian Shiyan's face stopped smiling and said with a little guilt: "As the chief elder of the sect, I have never fulfilled my duties and responsibilities, and I feel guilty. Junior sister, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of him.

The clan strictly forbids true practitioners from leaving the mountain area, which is why I have not returned to the mountain for so many years.

Please ask Junior Sister to say hello to Junior Brother Chen Guan on my behalf."

"Sister, don't feel guilty. Everyone has their own difficulties. In the clan, one should fulfill the responsibility of blood relatives, and in the sect, one should fulfill the duty of disciples. The sect will be grateful that you can accept Fang Yan." Bai Suwen's face was full of tenderness, and he just smiled and said, "This is the token that Senior Brother Chen Guan asked me to bring. It may be helpful to the Qian family."

"In that case, I would like to thank Junior Brother Chen on behalf of the Qian family." Qian Shiyan was quite moved as she took a jade bead. If some secrets involving the secrets of the golden elixir cannot be passed on face to face, they must not be conveyed using jade slips, letters, etc., and must be conveyed using special objects.

Obviously, this jade bead belongs to this category, and it must contain something related to real people.

Watching Qian Shiyan taking Fang Yan away, Bai Suwen was the only one left in the vast desolate mountain. She just raised her head and looked at the wind chimes in the depths of the clouds above the mountain, gently swaying, and the sound reached the clouds.

……

Nanjue Island had been in chaos for more than a hundred years, but now it had finally settled down. For more than thirty years, the time had passed quickly and quietly.

The aurora in the east was shrinking year after year, new sects and families were established on the ruins of Shangyang Palace, and the easternmost land was gradually transformed from a deserted and dead world into a land with flourishing vegetation and the thriving of all living things.

In the world of immortal cultivation, there are also old people who die of old age and disappear from the world, and there are also new geniuses who become famous throughout the world.

There is a story about a Yuanshui cultivator who appeared in Qiling Sect more than a hundred years ago, but in the passage of time, he has been forgotten by the world like dust.

Apart from the ancient books and history of the Qi Ling Sect that recorded his deeds, and a few books left behind by this person in charge of the Sutra Repository, there are only a handful of people in this world who can remember him.

The ups and downs of the world are unpredictable, but after just a few dozen years, the Dongchu Wang family prospered again. Not only did two new true cultivators emerge in the family, but its head, Wang Qianli, also improved his cultivation and became a seventh-level upper-level true cultivator.

In addition, Xiang Qinghuan, a genius of the Xiang family, also broke through the seventh level and became a superior. This finally stabilized the minds of the Xiang family's vassal cultivators.

On this day, clouds were surging in the Qi Ling Gate, and clouds from all directions gathered on the mountain peaks as if inspired by a command.

The waterfall in the mountains is strangely upside down, with splashing water and a deafening sound, as if cheering for some kind of breath. The water in the deep pool under the boulder is rolling and seems to be boiling, and the water vapor on the surface of the pool is mingled with the surrounding clouds.

The disciples in the mountains were startled by the huge movement and all looked up at the sky to see what was happening.

In the Ancient Spring Courtyard, Chen Guan put down the jade slip in his hand, stood up and looked at the changes in the clouds in the sky, wondering, "Could it be that another disciple has made a breakthrough in his true cultivation? But this strange phenomenon is a little unreasonable."

While he was wondering, he suddenly heard a mysterious Sanskrit sound of chanting scriptures coming from the northwest, which made people intoxicated.

Chen Guan's face changed when he heard it. He stood up and stood in the sky. The Bagua Jiujiu diagram slowly unfolded from under his feet. The Tai Chi fish eye slowly turned, and the eight gates appeared together, protecting the place where the clouds rose from Qi Lingmen.

Although he did not have any subsequent skills, he would study some fragments of ancient skills in his spare time. Over the past thirty years, he finally entered the second level.

Holding a top-grade spiritual weapon, his skills and true energy are also pretty good, plus his magical powers are quite mysterious, so among the true cultivators below the fourth level, Chen Guan's combat power is still quite good.

"Who are you here? You are trying to influence our disciples for no reason. You really don't take our Qi Ling Sect seriously!" Chen Guan's voice contained magical power and once it spread, it disrupted the Buddhist sounds in the sky.

"Haha, good, good! Don't be angry, benefactor. I am Yunming, greetings to Master Chen."

A bald monk wearing a Buddhist robe, holding a rosary and saluting with one hand, walked out from the golden clouds with a smile.

"Buddhist monk?" Chen Guan asked in surprise, "Why is the Zen master not practicing in the ancient temple in Beihai Town, but coming to my southern Taoist sect to spread Buddhism?"

Everyone on Nan Jue Island is practicing Taoism, and there are very few people practicing Buddhism. On the entire island, only the Shiguyuan in Beihai Town in the northwest has a true Buddhist and Taoist practice passed down from generation to generation. They have always stayed within the scope of a fixed mountain gate and rarely traveled to the world.

"You have also heard of my Buddha's teachings, so you will naturally understand that I am not here for nothing. Not long ago, the Arhat in heaven expressed his gratitude and passed on the Buddha's will, saying that one day a Buddha's son will come to the world to experience tribulations and become one. We need to lead him back to the pure place of the Buddhist temple to practice Buddhism."

Monk Yunming had a smile on his face and stated his purpose with a good-tempered look.

"Buddha's disciples?" Chen Guan was alert in his heart, but he still said, "I'm afraid the Zen master is mistaken. All of my disciples are orthodox Xuanmen disciples. How can there be a Buddhist disciple from the West?"

"You can't make mistakes, you can't make mistakes. The Arhat Venerable once said:

The Buddha's son fulfilled his wish to be born into a mortal body, and his foolish appearance concealed his holy body.

The innocence in his eyes hides intelligence, and his constant smile shows his sweetness.

The heart is like glass, untainted by dust; the body is like unpolished jade, hard to guess by the world.

I walk foolishly along the mountain roads, but the Zen light shines on the old stage.

You look at the clouds all over the mountain, and the rise and fall of clouds are in line with the image of Bodhi mind. Aren't they the reincarnation of Buddha's children, ignorant of the Buddha's mind, and waiting for this moment to enlighten their minds?" Monk Yunming said with words as eloquent as a lotus.

After hearing this, Chen Guan understood that the monk in front of him was talking about the disciple who was about to break through the realm, and was also one of the four secret disciples back then, Wang Lingyun.

But no matter whether what the monk said was true or false, Chen Guan would never let the other party take away the disciple he had trained for many years.

"Since this disciple has entered my sect, he is naturally a disciple of my Qi Ling Sect.

My family's Taoist tradition is ancient, and we are best at understanding fate and nature. Don't say it's impossible. Even if it's true, once you enter Qi Ling, you are a member of my Qi Ling sect. There is no reason to lead my disciples into other sects!"

Chen Guan had a cold look on his brows as he stared at the monk in front of him and spoke slowly.

Monk Yunming couldn't help but stop smiling, and said solemnly: "Donor, don't be stubborn. The Buddha's intention that I teach is the intention of the Buddha in the Western Paradise, which is not something you can judge."

"You, a monk, are so ungrateful!"

A cold and angry voice came, and Lu Fei flashed over and stood beside Chen Guan, staring at him angrily and said: "Bald donkey! If you want to capture someone, just come and break into my mountain gate and try.

If you can take it away, then that is your own means. If you cannot take it away, then no matter what Buddhist doctrines and divine words you preach, it is useless!"

After saying that, Lu Fei activated his magical powers, and white light flashed around him. A grand fiery light shot up into the sky, connecting to the huge, towering Fusang spirit tree that was a thousand feet tall, covering the entire Qi Ling Mountain Gate.

"Come on, bald ass."

Lu Fei looked at Yun Ming coldly, standing in the formation, sneering and challenging him.

Chen Guan did not stop it. The Fusang Spiritual Array took more than twenty years to complete, and countless efforts and spiritual objects were spent. Its power had never been tested after it was built. Since Monk Yunming did not know what was good for him, he could use him to test the array.

Yun Ming stared at the formation in front of him. After only a few glances, he felt it was troublesome. After all, there was the dazzling Fusang spirit tree next to it. He also knew that this formation was built on this basis and it was probably not something that a Buddhist cultivator like him, who was at the fifth level, could break.

So he had no choice but to say, "Please wait, my two donors. Let's examine the truth of what I said. Once the person in the formation breaks through, we will know for sure whether he is a Buddha or a Taoist."

After these words were spoken, Chen Guan also frowned and looked carefully at the sea of ​​clouds and fog.

Lu Fei scanned the area with his mind and said, "Master, this disciple is practicing the Renshui Daoist tradition. How could it be related to Buddhist cultivation?"

“That’s not necessarily true. Buddhists have a lot of insights into reincarnation. There are even ancient rumors that Buddhists have a close relationship with the Samsara Divine Light Sect. If it’s really the reincarnation theory that the monk said, we can only make a decision later.

As for now, we still have to see if he can succeed!"

Chen Guan stared into the depths of the clouds with burning eyes and said nothing more.

In the raging fog, beside the deep pool, Wang Lingyun sat cross-legged on a huge rock. His clothes had long been soaked by the mist in the pool, and his body was faintly emitting a faint blue light, echoing the surrounding water vapor.

Ripples appeared on the water, spreading outward in circles with him as the center. Under the water, undercurrents surged, as if thousands of water snakes were slithering.

He frowned slightly, formed seals with his hands, and muttered something. In an instant, the water in the pond rose from the ground and turned into a water curtain that enveloped it. French words flashed on the water curtain, and the light intertwined.

With a low shout, the water curtain exploded and turned into countless water droplets suspended in the air, each drop reflecting Wang Lingyun's figure.

His figure rose slowly, and a strange image of water appeared behind him - in the vast ocean, huge waves were surging, as if to swallow everything, and between the rise and fall, they turned into rivers and swamps, continuously covering the mountains of Qi Lingmen.

This scene shocked the disciples in the mountain, and even Lu Fei was surprised.

Chen Guan stared at the figure in the water curtain and said slowly:

"Ren water is the most prominent Tao in the world today, and it has been a precious Taoism since ancient times. Among the four waters, it is much more powerful than Gui water and Zhen water.

It is reasonable to have such a shocking phenomenon. The water of Ren is the water of the Milky Way in the sky, the sea of ​​clouds and fog, and the rivers, lakes and seas on the ground. Looking at this phenomenon, it is quite strange, and it seems to be a magical power that has never been recorded in the sect. "

Wang Lingyun walked in the mist, feeling the power of Renshui. When everything seemed to be about to be accomplished, a golden light suddenly emerged from the depths of his soul and filled his body.

Faced with such a strange phenomenon, he sneered and said without changing his expression: "The vastness of Ren water can turn into a boundless sea.

There is a Buddha in the sea, and it is difficult to get out once you enter the sea. Isn’t this the sea of ​​suffering? "

(End of this chapter)