The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

Most of the teleportation arrays inside the gate were shut down, and the disciples were bored out of their minds. Some were planting vegetables on the back mountain, while others were sunbathing in the front yard.

Faced with this situation, the leaders of several top sects secretly visited him one after another, and even jointly offered an unbelievable exorbitant price, but they still could not meet Gu Shifang.

In Chen Wang's eyes, this was almost a complete bargain.

Putting everything else aside, it's just a portal that's maintained in northern Shaanxi.

The benefits promised by the various sects are almost equal to the sum of the sect's profits over several decades.

Why not do a business that yields huge profits with zero investment?

Gu Shifang opened his eyes, looked at the disciple in front of him, and slowly sighed.

Instead of answering directly, he picked up the ruler beside him and tapped it lightly on the table.

"I'll punish you by making you copy the calming mantra fifty times."

Chen Wang stared in disbelief, his voice trembling: "Master?!"

Gu Shifang glanced at him, his gaze indifferent: "You're not convinced?"

"Don't dare."

Chen Wang lowered his head, but quickly raised it again. "But Master, at least let me die knowing why."

He took half a step forward, his tone urgent:

"Yes, I know. Those people might use my sect's cheapness to transfer their things and help them plunder the treasures of the former Three Realms."

But Sanzhen can also use our door.

We're just standing in a neutral position, making some money over there.

"We're all top-tier players, why are we so afraid of Hai Shan?"

Gu Shifang was utterly helpless and let out a long sigh.

The sigh was heavy, as if it were squeezed out from the depths of the lungs.

"Sigh. You idiot."

He stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window are the continuous eaves and mountains of Jinmen, with clouds and mist swirling in the distance, creating a peaceful scene.

"Do you know why there are five gates at the top of the Dharma-seeking realm today?"

Chen Wang was taken aback, thought for a moment, and then counted on his fingers:

"The Laoshan Dharma Assembly, the Three Immortals Assembly, the Immortal Inquiry Assembly, Penglai, and our own sect..."

This disciple knows that these five sects are the strongest, have the longest history, and have the most powerful practitioners.

Gu Shifang turned around, his gaze falling on Chen Wang's face:

"Do you know how these five gates are arranged?"

Chen Wang shook his head.

Gu Shifang, hands behind his back, paced back and forth a couple of steps, his voice neither hurried nor slow:

"Among the five schools, the Laoshan Dharma Assembly has the longest history, the most diverse lineages, and the most disciples."

The Immortal Inquiry Society boasts the strongest fighting force and the most martial arts fanatics, each one more formidable than the last.

"Our sect may not rank highly in terms of fighting skills, but our spatial abilities are unique, and no one dares to offend us easily."

He paused, then looked at Chen Wang: "What about Penglai and the Three Realms?"

Chen Wang thought for a moment: "...The most magical treasures?"

Gu Shifang shook his head: "Wrong."

He walked back to the prayer mat, sat cross-legged, and placed his hands on his knees:

"The reason why Penglai can firmly occupy the top five sects is not because they have many magic treasures, nor because their disciples are strong, but because of the Sea Mountain."

Chen Wang was stunned.

Gu Shifang's voice was as calm as if he were stating something obvious:

"With the two talismans out of sight and their whereabouts unknown, Hai Shan is the greatest supernatural being of our time."

Not one of them, but the first.

Gao Haoguang, the master of talismanic arts, disappeared for a hundred years; Xia Chuan, the master of the Dharma body, disappeared for a hundred years.

"Hai Shan, the master of Penglai Island, is the strongest person still alive in the world of supernatural powers."

He held up one finger: "Do you know when the last time someone challenged Mount Haishan was?"

Chen Wang shook his head.

Fifty-two years ago.

Gu Shifang's tone carried an indescribable meaning, "Back then."

"The Nine Realms Sect has been wiped out."

Chen Wang's mouth opened slightly.

"That's not even the most outrageous part."

Gu Shifang continued, "Have you heard of the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Businesses?"

Chen Wang nodded.

"Do you know why the mad god of all things has been unable to truly descend for thousands of years?"

Chen Wang hesitated for a moment: "Because...the law of causality?"

Gu Shifang chuckled, a laugh tinged with complexity:

"Causality is one aspect. On the other hand..."

He held up three fingers. "Back then, there were three people, in the era of Hai Shan, Gao Haoguang, and Xia Chuan."

Every time Wanye attempted to descend, it was these three who joined forces to repel it.

Later, Gao Haoguang and Xia Chuan disappeared one after another, leaving only Hai Shan alone.

But all things still cannot truly come to pass.

He looked at Chen Wang: "Why do you think that is?"

Chen Wang's throat moved, but he did not answer.

Gu Shifang himself provided the answer:

"Because of Haishan, one person withstood all the omens of impending doom."

When the law of cause and effect is relaxed, every time the deluded god of all things tries to reach out his claws into the mortal world, it is Hai Shan who pushes it back.

For over fifty years, not a single time has he made a mistake.

Gu Shifang sighed: "People now refer to Haishan today as Jiang Mingzi of yesteryear."

If you ask me...

"Actually, it refers to the current Haishan Mountain as Jiang Mingzi of yesteryear."

"After all, Hai Shan's methods were almost unimaginable even to Jiang Mingzi back then."

The hall was quiet for a moment.

Chen Wang processed this information for a moment, then spoke with difficulty:

"Then... would those sects still dare to touch his things?"

Gu Shifang sighed, his voice tinged with helplessness:

People always think they are the exception.

They felt that Haishan was preoccupied with the battle of cause and effect and couldn't spare the time;

They believed that by uniting, they could make Haishan hesitate to act against them.

They thought, "The law won't punish everyone; with so many sects attacking together, what can Hai Shan do to them?"

He looked down at his hands: "But they forgot one thing."

"what's up?"

"Hai Shan is a shy and timid person."

"The only thing I'm not afraid of is trouble."

the other side.

1906 years.

Penglai.

The sea breeze blows from the sea, carrying salty, fishy vapors.

The docks in Penglai were bustling with activity. Hai Zhengfeng stood at the end of the docks, watching the disciples who were evacuating through the Jinmen teleportation gate.

The portal was a huge arched light curtain, shimmering with pale blue spatial ripples.

The disciples lined up and walked in one by one, their figures flashing and disappearing in the light screen.

They took away most of the important books and magical artifacts from the island, leaving only empty palaces and courtyards.

There was a person standing beside Hai Zhengfeng.

The man was burly and had a resolute face. He wore a gray cloth short shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It was Xia Chuan.

"Thank you for informing me of the news."

Hai Zhengfeng turned his head to look at Xia Chuan, his heterochromatic eyes filled with a hint of solemnity.

"If it weren't for your arrival to deliver the message, Penglai would have suffered far greater losses."

Having received Xia Chuan's message, Peng Lai had already started moving half a month ago.

Only the strongest combat force that couldn't be moved was left here.

Xia Chuan waved his hand casually, "It was just a small thing."