Fengyunlu

Just when Fengchen Boy was about to think deeply, he was suddenly interrupted. He frowned and couldn't help asking: "Senior, what you just said seems to be quite meaningful. Can you explain it to me in detail?"

"For some things, the time has not come yet. Telling you will become a burden to you, and saying too much may be harmful to your practice. I have said a lot today. If you can understand it well, you will naturally be able to solve many doubts. As for the future of the human race mentioned just now, I cannot predict it. In fact, it's not just me. Even the former Baidi and even the Emperor Cangqiong cannot predict it. Otherwise, why would they go far away and transcend the heaven and earth to look for opportunities? Perhaps the Emperor Cangqiong knows more, but he has not come back yet, and he must have his reasons. They are so persistent, and I don't understand the real reason. However, as a human, perhaps you will be able to understand something in the near future. Now, let's see how the practice of the Taiyin Sutra is going." The mysterious woman had just finished speaking when a tiny sound of water was heard, and then the entire Yaochi Fairyland was in turmoil.

A stream of aquamarine light streaked across the vast ocean. The most enlightened disciple in the history of Qingli Palace, Master Kong Yang, was rushing to Yaochi.

Meanwhile, in the far southwest, on Mount Xumi, closer to Yaochi than Cangyun Sect and Qingli Palace, the sound of Buddhist chanting drifted in a solemn and mysterious light. An old monk sat upright on a lotus pedestal. Despite his gaunt figure, his Dharma presence seemed majestic. The moment Master Kongyang left Canghai, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, radiating a magnificent light.

After a moment, the light faded, and a trace of sadness appeared on the old monk's face. "We have alarmed two great emperors in succession, and even Master Bai has personally intervened. Although my Xumi Palace currently does not have an emperor, such an opportunity cannot be missed. West Kunlun is closer to the Yaochi Lake than those two, and Boyang Valley may also be involved. In this case, my Xumi Palace must go to this Yaochi fairyland."

The old monk pondered inwardly, then spread out his palms, twisted the rosary beads, and coiled them around his wrists. Then he looked up and whispered, "Where are the nine sons of Buddha? Di Miaoya received the Dharma disc..."

The turbulent Buddhist chanting echoed throughout Mount Xumi, and then several Buddha lights rose, their golden outlines inlaid to the edge of the clouds. The old monk's words echoed for a long time until the first Buddha light floated in, and the refreshing voice finally ceased.

"Disciple Xuan Yin, I pay my respects to the Buddha!!" The golden light suddenly converged, and from the east, a compassionate monk showed respect in his eyes and respectfully chanted the Buddha's name to the old monk.

The old monk looked at Xuan Yin with a kind expression and nodded, "Well, wait on the side for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, six beams of Buddha's light fell at the same time.

"Disciple has seen my Buddha!!"

The six people chanted the Buddha's name in unison, and at the same time, they concealed the Buddha's light and saluted together to the old monk with a solemn expression who was standing on the edge of the cliff with his back to the sea of ​​clouds.

The old monk nodded repeatedly, his eyes scanning the seven Buddhist disciples before him, and he asked, "Yeduo and Sunduo are currently in seclusion and will soon come out to receive the imperial edict. You can collect the Dharma discs on their behalf and go to West Kunlun with the two junior brothers to assist Yao Chi."

Before the old monk finished speaking, a golden jade butterfly suddenly appeared in his hand. This was a command from the headmaster of Xumi Palace. Holding this disc was like the Buddha's presence, representing the entire Xumi Palace and all monks under the Xumi Mountain Buddhist Sect. No matter how many monks there were, seeing the Dharma disc was like seeing the Buddha. This was not only a command, but also a symbol of status. The orthodox Xumi Palace was traveling, and even the largest sects had to show respect.

The old monk took it out, and it flew away from his hand, landing directly in the hands of Xuan Yin, who had arrived first. Xuan Yin took it, his face filled with confusion. "Disciple, I accept your orders on behalf of my fellow disciples, but there is one thing I am unsure of. May I ask, Venerable Buddha, what has happened in West Kunlun that requires us to bring this Dharma disc to help?"

Xuan Yin's doubts also reflected the concerns of several other Buddhist disciples. These seven disciples, who had arrived one after another, had all reached the Saint stage, but they often remained in Mount Xumi for long periods of time, thus becoming more absorbed in Buddhism and worldly affairs, paying less attention to many worldly matters. For example, the Feng family catastrophe three years ago was a major conflict within the Xuan sect, alarming both the righteous and the evil. Even this old monk before him, the current headmaster of Xumi Palace, the current Buddha, this great Buddha, had expressed interest in going there.

Back then, someone had dared to stop him, and the Buddha himself had fought, evenly matched. In that scene, the Great Buddha didn't order his nine disciples, nor did he even take out his Dharma disc. But now, for some unknown reason, West Kunlun had actually produced the Sumeru Dharma disc, representing the blessings of the Buddhist Dharma of all generations of eminent monks. I really don't know what happened in Yaochi.

Everyone present was filled with doubt. The old monk nodded. The Great Buddha, with a look of sorrow on his face, glanced towards West Kunlun and spoke slowly, "Your doubts are natural. Our Buddhist sect is a secluded place and rarely participates in the unrest of the world. Even in the disaster in Northern Xinjiang three years ago, I did my best. But today's events in West Kunlun concern the vastness of the sky. As the saying goes, the world is in purgatory and all living things suffer. We practitioners can understand the situation, but some things must be done."

"The Yaochi fairyland is different from other places. Those who are in the Xuanmen sect waste their inner thoughts and are destined to suffer disasters. Only in the Yaochi fairyland of West Kunlun is the ancient disaster sealed inside. There should be disasters but they should not affect the people. There should be difficulties but they should not last through the ages. The people of this world have their own destiny, but this destiny needs to be saved by our Buddhist sect. You are going there this time to save this destiny. As for who will be saved, the Sumeru Dharma Disc will make the choice." The words of the Great Buddha were full of mysteries, and his eyes revealed endless sorrow, as if the major events in the world were all determined by fate, and only the Buddhist sect should try its best to do it.

Xuan Yin below seemed to understand, put away the magic disc and clasped his hands together: "Disciple will definitely do his best."

The other six also bowed their heads together: "Amitabha, we will go and do our best!!"

"Okay." The Great Buddha nodded. The Buddhist beads on his wrist jingled and he twisted them in his hand again. At the same time, he looked towards a certain place in the sea of ​​clouds. He seemed to sense the aura of the whisk used by the Azure Dragon to leave the sea and the wonder of the Nine Immortal Dragons conquering the sky. He turned around and said a few more words: "This time you go there, you must follow the law of favorable karmic conditions to help Yao Chi overcome the calamity. As for who will bear the calamity, there is no need to force it if it is not between life and death."

"We will obey the Dharma!" The seven people turned around and left in unison. The Qi and Buddha's light gathered together and flashed towards the northeast of Mount Sumeru. When the clouds of Mount Sumeru were approaching, two more Buddha's lights joined in. They were Ye Tuo and Sunduo, two of the nine sons of Buddha who were in retreat. The nine Buddha's lights turned into a golden sea of ​​clouds that filled the sky and turbulently disappeared the next moment.

"You are still the same after all these years." An ethereal voice came from nowhere, but it echoed softly in the ears of the Great Buddha.

"Brother, you are so detached from the world that you don't know that Mount Sumeru is about to collapse. More than a hundred years ago, the Demon Lord Xu Yi suddenly appeared. With just the banner of the humble family, he was able to shake the Three Treasures Sutra. It was you, your brother, who was nostalgic for us at that time, that a disaster was averted. But brother, do you still remember that time when the scriptures showed that the vaguely emerging figure was not Xu Yi's appearance?" The Great Buddha responded in his heart, but the ethereal end no longer paid attention.

After a long moment, a sigh echoed in the air. "Alas! I promised Master to correspond with the Three Treasures. Now I only have two chances left. After this trip, I will not help you again until you reach Mount Xumi. Don't blame me for being ruthless then."

"Junior brother thanks you on behalf of the Buddhist sect, senior brother. However, there are many concerns on Yaochi Mountain. Even Mr. Bai's Nine Immortal Dragons have escaped from the South China Sea. I'm afraid senior brother can resolve it without any help. The only person who is destined to have the calamity, I hope senior brother can give more guidance." The Great Buddha had a sad face, as if he thought of everything that the Buddhist sect would face, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The ethereal voice came again: "If I am chosen by the magic disc, it is God's will. I will naturally not refuse. But if it is not that fate, this trip out of the mountain will only waste my second opportunity. There is nothing I can do."

"Junior brother, of course I understand. Thank you very much this time, Senior Brother." The echoing voice resounded in his heart. After that, there was no response. The eyes of the Great Buddha moved, and then slowly closed. Then, a Buddha's light gradually spread out, and the entire Di Miao Cliff was illuminated with extreme solemnity...

"Why did Big Brother suddenly come out? Did someone touch the mystery?" At this moment, at the entrance to the ancient wilderness in the southwest, between the gates of Boyang Valley that guarded the pass, a hurried figure turned around and asked.

Look at that middle-aged man in a bright red Taoist robe. He has a burly figure and a complexion as pale as gold. He exudes an awe-inspiring aura. His long hair flutters gently in the wind, as if he has perfectly blended in with nature.

As he spoke, a young girl appeared. She was dressed slightly revealingly, with a captivating smile and an irresistible glare in her eyes. Her lips curled up slightly, a seductive blush on her face, and she whispered softly, "Second Uncle, you've just returned and you might not know. Yesterday, someone came. Without saying who it was, they just flashed a token, and Master came out of seclusion. This morning, Master even went down the mountain himself. It's unclear where he went."

"A token?"

The middle-aged man stopped and looked thoughtful. After a while, he seemed to understand something and asked, "Is that man still in the valley?"

"Master personally sent him away at midnight last night." The girl answered while twisting her body and standing by waiting.

The middle-aged man showed a puzzled expression again, narrowed his eyes, and nodded: "Well, he left at midnight. It seems that big brother has to take action himself."

"Uncle, do you know that person?" The girl's voice sounded pleasant. Although she said it unintentionally, it burned into the middle-aged man's heart like fire.

However, this middle-aged man wasn't just an elder; he was also a supreme master. His name was Wu Zhuo, the younger brother of the Boyang Valley Master. His fame back then was far more than just fame; as the brother of the Golden Crow Emperor, his strength was not to be underestimated. Even Bai Qianyi, a master of the Xuan Sect, had stated that if Wu Guang hadn't been the eldest son, Wu Zhuo would undoubtedly have been the leader of Boyang Valley.

Such praise caused Wu Zhuo's status to soar, and his strength indeed did. His eldest brother, the Golden Crow Emperor, inherited the position of Emperor and presided over the Boyang Valley sect. However, in terms of cultivation, the two brothers were equally matched. However, as the Valley Master, the Golden Crow Emperor mastered many secret techniques that were passed down through generations, which could not be revealed even to his brothers. Therefore, over time, his eldest brother, Wu Guang, gradually surpassed him.

But in terms of cultivation, despite also being a Saint-level master, Wu Zhuo, the second-in-command of Boyang Valley, far surpasses the average person. Even during the Liangyi Sect incident a hundred years ago, Wu Zhuo, Feng Wanlin, and others jointly investigated the case. At the time, each of the four had their own strengths and were equally matched.

However, others might say that Feng Wanlin's later achievements were truly incredible, and that his fame overshadowed everyone else's. Wu Zhuo was initially unconvinced, but after several encounters and understanding, Feng Wanlin's every move was astonishing, and in the end, Wu Zhuo could only shake his head and smile bitterly, lamenting that such a person existed in the world.

However, on the path of cultivation, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Do not do to others what you do not want done to you. Just like three years ago, someone like Feng Wanlin caused a catastrophe that nearly wiped out an entire clan, nearly killing his only son and nearly taking the life of the Bai family's Saintess. While the world lamented, Wu Zhuo himself wondered if he, in the battle of Northern Frontier, would have been able to cause such a catastrophe. But now, he remains unscathed, and he understands that opportunities in this world depend on oneself as well as others. He should neither envy others nor destroy his own future.

As a result, Wu Zhuo's state of mind reached a new level. In just two years, the gap between him and his elder brother gradually narrowed. Now, Wu Zhuo hurried back, and his cultivation level was probably only a hair's breadth away from his elder brother.

Even if the seductive woman had no intention of doing so, or even if she was trying to influence him, such cultivation would be useless in front of her uncle. However, she still revealed some of it, causing Wu Zhuo to frown. "Your fire veins have been refined to 70%, and it should be time for seclusion in six months at most. Big brother, aren't you afraid that leaving you in the valley at this time will bring disaster to your fire spirit body?"

"Aren't you back, Second Uncle? I believe that Master has also taken this into consideration, so he felt at ease to leave this morning. But listening to what Second Uncle said, will Master be away for a long time this time?" The charming woman smiled lightly, and then her slightly puzzled expression was very attractive, as if a refreshing breeze was blowing gently, and even the pouring sunlight seemed to carry a scalding breath, sprinkling and flashing around the woman.

Wu Zhuo, however, seemed to ignore her. His cultivation was profound, and there was no evil in his eyes. He simply shook his head in response to the woman's doubts, "It's hard to say. If that person really came, I'm afraid Big Brother will be away for three to five years, or at least a year. But there's no need to worry. Since Big Brother knows the plan, this trip does offer some opportunities. It's just that your second uncle was originally in a good position, but he missed this opportunity in vain."

The woman heard the words and knew what Wu Zhuo meant. She smiled and said, "I know Second Uncle loves Ling'er the most. At worst, I can steal some for Second Uncle tomorrow. Master is not in the valley anyway. Ling'er knows where his treasures are."