Two treasure maps

Jiang Shan glanced at the situation on the chessboard, gently placed a piece, and slowly spoke: "Ever since Erlang Shen Yang Jian created the Heavenly Court and established the Fake Heavenly Court, those Taoist immortals who used to be in the Heavenly Court, such as the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing and the Third Prince Nezha, have all been incorporated into the Daoshan. They are no longer deployed by the Heavenly Court, and have drawn a clear line with us, becoming an independent entity."

Mo Yan frowned slightly and asked directly: "Is the destruction of your brother's spiritual roots related to those Taoists?"

Jiang Shan took a deep breath and nodded, "Indeed. That Zhang Xian, no matter who he belongs to, has a close connection with Zhang Bairen, the Jade Emperor of the Lower Heaven. Whether he deliberately did nothing or he acquiesced to this matter, without his secret support, who would dare to attack my brother?"

Mo Yan had some understanding of the division of the Heavenly Court. He had served in the Divine Heavenly Court and knew that it was where the gods and immortals with high cultivation were. The Middle Heavenly Court, also known as the Immortal Heavenly Court, was where Jiang Shan's father was. Although its power was gradually weakening, it was still a part of the Heavenly Court. As for the Lower Heavenly Court, it was the Heavenly Court governed by the emperors of the human world, also known as the Son of Heavenly Court, and now also called the Spiritual Heavenly Court. The Jade Emperor Zhang Bairen was one of them. Those who were with him at the beginning were collectively called the Immortal Class. As the spiritual energy became thinner, the Immortal Heavenly Court gradually disappeared from the human world, so the Spiritual Heavenly Court was regarded as the place of the gods and immortals, and was called the Immortal Class.

Mo Yan has been looking for a passage to the Heavenly Palace. This passage has been cut off for many years, but he is still unwilling to give up.

He pondered for a while, then slowly said: "The Heavenly Palace of the Son of Heaven mainly obeys the orders of the emperor on earth. Its existence is more for the original emperor. If what you said is true, then there must be an emperor on earth behind the scenes who is controlling all this."

Jiang Shan looked at him and said bluntly: "So, I suspect it's you."

Mo Yan frowned slightly when he heard this, and said firmly: "I said, I have no interest in these."

Jiang Shan sighed and said, "I didn't know your true intention at the beginning, but now it seems that you are not interested in this."

The two smiled at each other, and the gap between them seemed to have been dissipated at this moment. The game continued, but their minds had drifted to a farther place.

At this time, the situation on the chessboard has become tense. Mo Yan is thinking carefully and making every move carefully. Jiang Shan seems to be immersed in memories, sighing and shaking his head from time to time. Both of them have very rich expressions, as if at this moment, their minds are fluctuating with the rise and fall of the chess pieces.

Jiang Shan's eyes flashed with complex light, and his voice was full of memories of the past: "The reason why the Heavenly Court gradually weakened is actually nothing more than three reasons: background, talents and heritage. Back then, at a grand Buddhist and Taoist exchange meeting, my father was far-sighted and intended to provoke a fight between the Buddhist and Taoist worlds. Everyone showed their trump cards and demonstrated their respective strengths. And Jingyuan, my extremely intelligent brother, used his amazing talent to record all the Buddhist and Taoist methods on the scene. These precious materials later became part of the Heavenly Court's heritage and brought endless wealth to the Heavenly Court. Because of this, the Heavenly Court had the Heavenly Buddha Hall and the Taoist Temple, and had the capital to communicate with the Buddhist and Taoist worlds on an equal footing."

Mo Yan nodded slightly after hearing this, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face: "I have heard about this matter, but I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. I always thought that your father was a master at playing chess. Regardless of whether he intended to instigate at the time, the great powers of Buddhism and Taoism were competitive and aggressive, which was ultimately due to their own lack of self-cultivation."

Jiang Shan sighed softly and continued, "However, after those powerful people in the Buddhist and Taoist worlds figured it out, they felt humiliated and naturally would not give up easily. In the Heavenly Palace, they made some moves, and Jingyuan had to go through many dangers. My father had no choice but to allow him to go down to the mortal world to experience the tribulations in order to protect him. After all, although the tribulations in the mortal world are difficult, they will not harm his roots. It's just that none of us thought that someone would actually attack his spiritual roots." At this point, a trace of resentment and grief flashed in Jiang Shan's eyes.

Mo Yan finally understood why the Jade Emperor allowed his son to reincarnate in his realm to experience the calamities of the mortal world. He was afraid that if he was reincarnated in another place, he would not be able to protect him.

He understood what was going on, and he changed the subject, saying, "The first condition is passed! Let's talk about the second condition. Let's talk about the inside story of the Wild Wolf Valley this time." His voice was full of firmness and determination, and it was obvious that he was ready for an in-depth investigation.

Jiang Shan sat there, staring at the chessboard, as if the whole world was condensed in this small space. His fingers gently stroked the chess pieces, as if he was looking for an opportunity to break the stalemate. However, every time he made up his mind to place a move to break the deadlock, Mo Yan was always able to cleverly resolve his offensive and block his chess pieces again.

Jiang Shan couldn't help but feel a little helpless. He understood his current situation. If he was not careful, he might lose a large area of ​​territory. However, he was unwilling to give up. He took a deep breath and looked at the chessboard again, trying to find a flaw.

After thinking it over again and again, he suddenly asked, "Do you know the origin of the sinful dragon in the Red Dragon Pool?" There was a hint of solemnity in his voice, as if this question was of vital importance to him.

Mo Yan nodded slightly and replied, "I have heard of it. I heard that the sinful dragon was the little red dragon, the grandson of the Dragon King of the East China Sea. Because it coiled around the mountains and barren land for thousands of miles, it took pity on the people's suffering and secretly brought rain, so it was convicted and locked in the depths of the Red Dragon Pool."

Since he couldn't get out of the predicament, he might as well pull Mo Yan, the helper, into his camp. Jiang Shan made up his mind and said faintly, "You only know one thing but not the other. This little red dragon is not an ordinary dragon. It has pure wood spiritual roots and vigorous vitality. At such a young age, it can go to the heaven to play alone, which shows how talented it is. However, its amazing talent has offended someone it shouldn't have offended."

"Oh? Who is it?" Mo Yan asked curiously.

"Nezha, also known as the Third Prince." Jiang Shan slowly uttered the name, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, "We secretly call him the little devil. He has always been at odds with the dragon clan, and the little red dragon is the son of Ao Bing, who was deeply hurt by him. How could he let it grow up?"

Mo Yan couldn't help but frown when he heard this. He didn't expect that there was such a deep grudge behind this. He looked at Jiang Shan, trying to find more information from his expression. Jiang Shan continued to immerse himself in the chess game, as if it had nothing to do with him. However, his eyes revealed a hint of firmness and determination. If they returned to Daoshan, they could trample the Heavenly Court under their feet. They made a wrong calculation.

Mo Yan's fingers moved slightly, and he dropped another piece, skillfully lifting Jiang Shan's white piece, apparently winning another territory. He raised his head, frowned slightly, looked at Jiang Shan and said, "Could this matter be related to Nezha? Hasn't he returned to the Taoist mountain and lived in peace with the world? Why would he intervene in this matter?"

Jiang Shan looked at the situation on the chessboard and felt helpless. He knew that Mo Yan didn't seem to want to go into the details, but he still insisted, "Some things are really hard to explain. I have been to the Red Dragon Pond and have seen the sinful dragon. Its spirit is gradually fading, and it is almost on the verge of collapse. Apart from Nezha, who has a deep grudge against it, I really can't think of anyone else who would deal with such a sinful dragon that has long faded from everyone's sight."

Mo Yan was silent for a while, as if thinking about Jiang Shan's words. He raised his head and asked, "What you said makes sense, but what does this have to do with our upcoming trip to Wild Wolf Valley?"

Jiang Shan took a deep breath and said, "The trip to Wild Wolf Valley is just a cover. Our real goal is the Li Jing'an Secret Realm. The spiritual energy of the Red Dragon Pool has disappeared, and we need to find a new source of spiritual energy. The spiritual energy in the Li Jing'an Secret Realm is abundant, enough to make up for the loss of the Red Dragon Pool. Although Nezha has returned to Daoshan, his father, Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, is still responsible for this matter."

After hearing this, Mo Yan shook his head slightly, dropped another piece, and picked up Jiang Shan's white piece again. He said calmly: "Your mind is in turmoil. The chess game is like this, and so are your thoughts. You seem to be looking for a reasonable excuse to justify your behavior."

Jiang Shan looked at the chessboard, feeling bitter. He knew that he had no chance of winning this game, so he had no choice but to give up. He raised his head, looked at Mo Yan, and said, "Maybe you are right. In fact, I don't know the real reason why the spiritual energy of the Red Dragon Pond dissipated. I just found this excuse to make my actions seem more reasonable."

Mo Yan picked up the chess pieces one by one and put them back into the chess box. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through Jiang Shan's heart. He said calmly: "Sometimes, the truth is not important. What is important is how we face our own hearts and how to make the right choice."

Jiang Shan was silent. He knew that Mo Yan had something to say. But he also knew that some things were not so easy to let go. He took a deep breath, stood up, and prepared to leave this chess game full of complicated thoughts.