The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 188 Homecoming
Looking at the disheveled and pale Li Yuan, Han Yu, who was standing on the side, put up a long bridge under his feet and asked with concern: "Is senior brother okay?

Li Yuan waved his hands, calmed down a little, and replied: "It's nothing serious. Thanks to you for coming in time, otherwise I'm afraid I would have a hard time getting away today."

"Then let's go back to the mountain for now, so as not to be plotted against again outside." Han Yu said cautiously, then turned to the two Jindan and said, "Two seniors, I'm leaving."

Guiyin and Lanyi Zhenren both said in unison: "We dare not."

Even if Taiyin is not always in his body, it is enough to show that it is extraordinary. Since the Shaoyin Yin system completely disappeared thousands of years ago, even the true practitioners of Shaoyin have become extremely rare in the world.

Today, the Shaoyang Taoist lineage has almost disappeared, which makes the status of Shaoyang and Shaoyin practitioners in the world even more respected.

Looking at the two figures going away in the sky, Guiyin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, lay down on the cloud sedan chair again, looked at Master Lanyi with a smile, and hooked his slender index finger slightly. Suddenly, countless snakes, pythons, wolf demons and wild beasts emerged again from the bloody swamp below him, spread all over the twilight fields, opened their bloody mouths and roared at the Thousand Swords Sect's monks whose momentum was slightly declining.

Guiyin, who stands high above all the monsters, is like the king of all monsters, charming and gentle, yin but not weak, with a pair of dark green eyes with a cold smile, staring straight at Master Lanyi like a snake or python staring at its prey.

Master Lan Yi, who was being stared at by him, glanced at his disciples without leaving a trace. As they were captured by the ghost cultivator from Qi Ling Sect and several true cultivators were killed, the morale of his disciples was greatly reduced and they could not fight anymore.

Then Master Lan Yi said, "This battle ends here. What do you think, Demon King?"

Gui Yin raised the corner of his mouth, "If you say to fight, then we fight. If you say to stop, then we stop. You must know that the situation in the South cannot be decided by you alone. Since you started the war, then I should decide the truce. If I don't say to stop, this war will not stop."

Upon hearing this, Master Lan Yi frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "We, the Thousand Sword Sect, will withdraw from the Yuhu Lake and will not invade your Heavenly Demon Valley for a decade."

“A sixty-year period?” Guiyin shook his fan slightly and shook his head, “Not appropriate, not appropriate.

It will take at least a hundred years. Otherwise, you humans will be able to achieve true cultivation within sixty years, but my demon race will not be able to achieve a new life that fast."

Master Lan Yi sneered, "What a big snake heart! If that's the case, a hundred years is a hundred years!

From now on, our two families will stop fighting in Yuhu Lake for a hundred years."

"Okay!" Guiyin chuckled and raised his hand from the cloud chariot. Countless monsters below stopped roaring instantly and stood quietly on the ground.

"Master Lan Yi, the limit is one hundred years. You and I must keep our promise. Then I will return your five disciples."

After that, he stood up lazily, took light steps, and said leisurely: "Let's all go."

Ripples appeared in the air under Guiyin's feet, and clouds and mist appeared, covering his shadow. He only took a few steps before disappearing between heaven and earth.

All the demon generals and beasts turned around and returned to the territory of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

Master Lan Yi stood silently in the setting sun, looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground and the red blood floating on the ground, and whispered: "All living things are nothing but Taoism."

……

Qi Ling Gate, in the Ancient Spring Courtyard. Three people were talking to each other, two standing on one seat.

Li Yuan was lying on a chair in the courtyard in front of the attic. He was always fierce and aggressive, but now he looked a little depressed. "The power of this ancient Buddha is really strong. I can't use my Xuanming Dao method. Even my magical powers are suppressed in the sky and can't be used.

In ancient times, Buddhism and demons flourished. This shows how prosperous Buddhism was in ancient times."

Chen Guan asked worriedly, "Will this calamity of Buddha's light be harmful to your ascension to the throne?"

"It's nothing serious, Junior Brother Han arrived just in time." Li Yuan waved his hand and said, "Just need to rest for a while.

But I never thought that Junior Brother Han's cultivation progress was so fast, and he has already reached the ninth level. Since Taiyin has descended, Junior Brother Han must have also been led to a lower level?"

"Yes, I just received the lower status a few months ago." Han Yu laughed and said, "I can't compare to Senior Brother Li who relies entirely on his own perseverance and determination. I just took advantage of others."

"In that case, after we survive this battle, you and I can ascend the throne and ask for gold." Li Yuan said in a deep voice: "Shaoyin is of high status, so Junior Brother Han, you should ascend the throne first."

"This..." Han Yu pondered for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Okay, since you are so humble, I won't be polite. If I succeed, I will be able to help you a little.

Even if it doesn’t work…”

"How can you say such depressing words?" Chen Guan interrupted Han Yu, "You have accumulated virtue for four thousand years, and all the ancestors in heaven and on earth are looking forward to it. You will definitely succeed!
Besides, I have specially prepared candidates for you to read Tianqi's fate language, and have gathered more than 300 of them. "

"More than 300?" Han Yu was surprised. "So many?"

"Yes, it is not easy to talk about the status of the Golden Core. It will not work without the 365 people who are in harmony with the number of the Heavenly Week." Chen Guan said firmly: "Moreover, I have already told them clearly in advance that they all came voluntarily. I promise that their descendants, generation after generation, will enjoy the blessings forever and be supported by the sect.

For the sake of the golden elixir, even thousands of people can be sacrificed. If the golden elixir cannot be achieved, more disciples will die, and even the Taoist lineage will be cut off, the sect will be destroyed, and everything will be gone.

The Wang family of Qifeng or the Wang family of Yuncheng, they will be my Qiling's eternal family and will be forever protected. I say this to you so that you will remember that no matter who becomes a golden elixir, they must not let down the Wang family's kindness. "

Han Yu and Li Yuan both fell silent. A general's success is built on the bones of thousands of soldiers. Merciful and weak kindness should not appear in the ancestors like them who hold up the sky for the disciples of the sect.

The first one to ascend the throne must have a greater chance, not only can he take advantage of Qi Ling's fortune, but also have the blessing of Tianqi's destiny.

Chen Guan continued, "You don't need to worry about other things. With me and the other elders here, we will prepare everything.

Only, if the Linglong Sect attacks, you need to take action, but remember not to get hurt or lose your vitality. With this Yuan Formation in place, even if the Tiger King of the Linglong Sect does not come out, our Qiling Sect will not be afraid of it!"

……

In a remote place in the mountains, there is only one Buddhist temple.

The clear sound of wooden fish drums lingered in front of the house. The Buddha statue was still placed in the main hall, but cracks had already appeared on the golden body of the statue.

The young Taoist priest was still chanting Taoist scriptures and playing the fish-beating method in the small hall.

Today, a rare visitor came to the Buddhist temple. He was an old man with white hair and beard.

He came to the front of the hall, knelt down and said respectfully, "Junior Wang Qinding greets his great-uncle."

“Bang, bang, bang!”

The sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly, and Wang Lingyun, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, sighed softly, "Come in."

Wang Qinding replied, "Thank you, great uncle!" He stood up and walked into the Buddhist hall. The three sandalwood sticks in front of the Buddha were about to burn out. Wang Lingyun took out three sandalwood sticks and lit them again, then blew out the flames on the sandalwood sticks. He stood up and inserted them diagonally into the incense altar in front of the Buddha, and said lightly, "But what difficulties have occurred in the clan?"

Wang Qinding sighed and said, "It's not difficult, but I, the junior, specially came to see you again before my retreat."

"What's the purpose of seclusion?" Wang Lingyun sat back on the cushion and picked up the wooden fish to wipe it.

"Seek true cultivation!" Wang Qinding said these three words in a serious tone.

"True cultivation?" Wang Lingyun frowned and said, "You are now an old man who has been over a hundred for decades, and you have only cultivated ordinary skills such as "Xia Yuan Jue". Not to mention fate and opportunity, it is already rare for you to have cultivated to this level with your inferior spiritual roots.

If you seek further, you will surely seek death.

Don't you think that it would be so easy for Senior Brother Zuo to break through the barrier at the end of his life?"

"I know that my foundation is shallow, but I care about the clan and family. I am willing to pray for Qi Ling and do my best for the clan." Wang Qinding replied sincerely: "Whether I succeed or not, I am afraid that I will not be able to take care of and educate the children of the clan. I just hope that my great uncle can care more about me."

"What are you going to do?" Wang Lingyun heard something was wrong and turned around to look at him.

"I am just doing what I want to do. I hope my great uncle will not blame me in the future. I came to see you today just to take another look at you. I hope you will keep our family in mind." After Wang Qinding finished speaking, he kowtowed three times on the ground and whispered, "Take care, great uncle. I am leaving now."

After that, he turned and left.

Although Wang Lingyun had something in mind, he continued to beat the wooden fish and recite Taoist scriptures.

There are nearly ten thousand disciples in the Qi Ling Sect, and even if there are dozens or hundreds less, there will not be any obvious changes.

Wang Qinding disappeared from the mountain gate after that day. The head of the mountain said that he had gone out to seek an opportunity to break through.

……

On the Qiyuan Lake, rows of spiritual lotuses were planted by the lake. Many disciples who sought to learn the Dao would wait on these spiritual lotuses for their turn to meet the elder who taught them the skills.

Wang Fengyun was waiting on the spiritual lotus at the back. He had been back in the mountain for more than a month. After consulting many books, he still didn't dare to make a rash decision on his Taoism. So he could only come to find the elder who was said to be the most accomplished in the sect and could pass on the skills.

A few days ago, the clan leader stepped down and gave the position to a young junior named Wang Chaochen. This matter caused dissatisfaction among many clan elders. After all, how could a young man who was not even a hundred years old manage the Wang family?
But with the support of the old leader, no one dared to oppose it even though the elders were dissatisfied.

However, clan leader Wang Qinding has gone out to travel since then, in order to try to break through once at the end of his life and look for an opportunity to advance into true cultivation.

The lake was hazy with mist, and the lotus flowers were in full bloom. There were also many pavilions built by the lake, and some disciples who loved to watch the excitement would gather here. In just a few years, this place was as leisurely and lively as the Baique Pagoda in the sect.

Wang Fengyun waited for several days, and finally it was his turn to ask.

The spiritual lotus carried him slowly across the lake. The clouds and mist gradually dispersed, and the sky and the earth became the same color. A majestic statue stood in front of him. It was a, no, two giant snakes. The statue raised its head to look up at the sky, but the people on the lake could only look up at the huge snake's body and could not see its face.

Under this depressing statue, there stood an old Taoist priest. He stroked his beard with a smile and looked at Wang Fengyun, "What doubts and confusions can this young man have?"

Wang Fengyun came to his senses. He did not expect that this elder who taught him martial arts was even more friendly than he was known to be.

He quickly performed the etiquette of a disciple and said respectfully, "Disciple Wang Fengyun pays homage to the elder who teaches the skills.

Disciple, I would like to ask how to choose this ginseng?"

"Dao Can, it seems that you have already perfected your magical powers and are working on breaking through the true cultivation." Zuo Qiuyu said with a smile: "Dao Can has thousands of strange forms, and everything can be a Dao Can. As long as it suits your Tao and follows your heart, even an ant can do, even the heaven and earth can do.

I only give you four words: return to the Tao. "

"Return to the Tao?" Wang Fengyun was quite surprised. He knew from ancient books and what others said that Taoist ginseng must be chosen with extreme caution. Naturally, the higher the spirituality, the greater the supernatural power, and it should be suitable for visualization.

"To be in harmony with the Tao is to cultivate the Great Dao in accordance with my own will. If one cultivates the virtue of fire but tries to visualize rivers and seas, then naturally nothing will be achieved.

Returning to my heart means following my heart. But what is my heart?

Wang Fengyun looked back on his life, scenes lingering in his mind, finally freezing on that day when he was standing at the foot of the Chouyun Mountain, looking up at the sky full of rosy clouds, and saw such a magnificent and majestic scene for the first time.

"This is my heart. I want the sky full of earth glow to rise again. I want to be the one standing above that glow!"

His eyes gradually became firm and clear, and he asked again: "Even if what you think is unacceptable and morally unacceptable, should you still do this?"

Wang Fengyun had read the sect's history, so he naturally knew that the blood feuding enemy of Qi Ling Sect was the former Xia Guang Zai Tian.

Zuo Qiuyu smiled and took a willow leaf that was blown by the wind, "Since you asked this question, you already understand it.

What I want to tell you is morality. There is nothing in the world that cannot be reconciled. There is also filth in morality, just like the lake under your feet. It is calm and peaceful with clear water and green mountains, and it is also turbid with raging waves. What the world looks like is determined by your heart. Since you have chosen it, there is no regret. Even if it is evil, as long as you have morality in your heart, you are virtuous and good. "

After Wang Fengyun heard this, his mind suddenly became clear, and he bowed and said, "Thank you very much, elder, for your teachings!"

……

Xuanyuan world, in the Immortal Palace.

Li Yuan frowned. Wang Fengyun's return to the mountain was naturally due to his secret influence. Otherwise, in the Qi Ling Sect, which now has nearly ten thousand disciples, no one would remember that there was such a disciple.

He deliberately let Wang Fengyun meet Zuo Qiuyu. Tai Chi teachings are the best way to separate the true from the false. Even the soul can be tampered with and disguised, but the original spirit cannot be fake.

Wang Fengyun, he is Xiaguang Wu Tu!

But whether it is the reincarnation of Master Jiang or not, it is impossible to tell at least for now.

The rosy clouds in the sky that his soul visualized were even purer than those of Master Jiang back then. If his name had not been recorded on the Siming Heavenly Stone, Li Yuan would have suspected that he was the Wu Tu Zhenjun who had lost his position and fallen in ancient times but had not yet been completely destroyed.

Fortunately, the other party is just a small Qi training cultivator now. Even the True Lord of the Sun will not show any abnormality until he enters the true practice.

Li Yuan patiently waited for the other party to reveal his true identity bit by bit. After all, how could an ordinary mortal have a purple gold destiny? If it was really a heavenly spiritual root loved by heaven and earth, it would be fine, but it was just a human spiritual root, so he couldn't help but be suspicious.

(End of this chapter)