Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Since Master Yuanji has said so, please enter the mountain, both of you."

Master Jinlian bowed with many thanks, then pulled the sleeve of his eldest disciple Jin Yunzi and followed behind Monk Yuanji. Halfway through, a look of hesitation appeared on his face, and he whispered:

"Master, I don't think I've ever seen you before. I wonder..."

Monk Yuanji chuckled softly and said gently, "Master Jinlian, don't worry. Although you and I have never met, there is a story about us a hundred years ago. Do you remember rescuing a red dragon near Jinlian Island? That red dragon and I have a deep friendship."

Master Jinlian suddenly realized and thought to himself, "That's really what's going on!"

Back then, Master Jinlian did rescue a seriously injured red dragon on the shore of Jinlian Island and brought it back to the temple to recuperate. He originally wanted to take it as his spiritual beast, but in the end he took into account that the bloodline of this dragon seemed to be extremely pure, and he was afraid that it had some relationship with the dragons in the inner sea of ​​Luoxing Sea. So he provided it with good food and drink for a period of time, and after it recovered from its injuries, he sent it back to the sea.

"I never thought that the red dragon would have some friendship with such an unrelated monk. It really is a case of good deeds bringing good results!"

The three of them arrived at the Song family's land on the hillside of Guachou Mountain. From afar, they saw that the square in front of the main hall of the clan land was filled with a buffet. All the foundation-building and Qi-cultivating cultivators were having their meals here. Only Jindan Zhenren and foundation-building cultivators of high status were allowed to enter the hall.

Master Jinlian and Jin Yunzi naturally did not have such treatment. They stared at the deceased monk walking into the main hall, feeling extremely envious.

When Monk Yuanji entered the hall, he saw that his own master, Master Black Tiger, and Gong family ancestor Gong Zhengyu were sitting in the guest seats at the bottom, and were chatting with Jing Yu who was in the main seat.

The Master Xuan Jing in front of him did not wear the low-key gray robe today. Instead, he chose a purple and gold robe to show the meaning of "the elixir becomes golden and purple".

Yuanji looked at him carefully and felt that Jing Yu seemed to have an indescribable nobleness today. He did not look like an immortal cultivator, but more like an ordinary prince who held a high position and had great power in the court.

He was lost in thought, thinking, "Strange! I've never heard that forming a pill can adjust the appearance of a Dharma body. How come this Xuanjing Zhenren's face became even more heroic and handsome after his pill turned golden and purple? Could it be the special effect of the Heavenly Dao Purple Qi?"

At this time, Jing Yu's gaze shifted to Yuan Ji's feminine and handsome face, and he said with a smile:

“It turns out that Master Yuanji has arrived!”

Yuanji clasped his hands together, bowed to Master Black Tiger, and then greeted Jing Yu: "Greetings, Master, and Master Xuanjing! I congratulate Master on achieving golden and purple elixir, and the arrival of the Nascent Soul!"

"Master Yuanji, you're too polite." Jing Yu said with a smile, "I think the Master has reached the stage of perfecting his foundation, so he must be on the verge of forming a pill, right?"

Yuanji smiled and said, "It's only been about one or two years. However, we ancient Buddhist monks cultivate faster, but our lifespan is shorter. We reach Dan at around 140 years old. We are not geniuses, but just ordinary people. We can't compare to the immortal geniuses."

Then Yuanji took out a scale with a faint red glow and offered it:

"I came here in a hurry and haven't prepared any valuable gifts. This piece of [Red Bright Dragon's Reverse Scale] is only shed once every hundred years by a Red Bright Dragon with extremely pure bloodline. It is quite useful for refining weapons or making medicine. It is a valuable spiritual resource that I can offer. I respectfully offer it as a gift to the Immortal for achieving the Core Formation."

Jing Yu put away the scales and nodded with a smile: "Master Yuanji, you are too polite."

"Zhang Gengshi, a direct descendant of the Zhang family from Feimang Island, has arrived!"

The monk who was welcoming the guests at the entrance of the hall sang a yes, and the next moment, a young man in white clothes entered the main hall holding a gift box, followed by two maids holding magic swords.

"Zhang Gengshi of the Zhang family, meet the real person!"

The young man in white put the gift box aside and actually paid his respects with great ceremony.

"It turns out that Brother Zhang has arrived."

Jing Yu nodded: "Where is Master Qingmang?"

Zhang Gengshi said respectfully, "The ancestor will be here soon. Gengshi will go ahead to present the Zhang family's gift to the immortal."

Then he took out another slightly smaller gift box from his storage bag: "This is a personal gift from Geng Shi, please accept it!"

Jing Yu took the gift box, probed it with his spiritual sense, and said in surprise: "Brother Zhang, such a valuable gift? This..."

Zhang Gengshi smiled and said, "Thanks to the Immortal, the ancestor has now chosen Gengshi as the next head of the family. Once he reaches the stage of forming the elixir, he will be able to take charge of the family."

Zhang Gengshi is the only cultivator in the Zhang family of Feimang Island who has a good relationship with Jing Yu. Zhang Qingmang's move is undoubtedly to ease the relationship between him and Jing Yu. Zhang Gengshi naturally knows the ins and outs of this matter, so it is no wonder that he would give such a valuable gift.

"Brother Zhang, please take a seat." Jing Yu stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.

Zhang Gengshi quickly bowed and sat down in the guest seat near the palace gate.

"We've arrived at the drinking spring on Canxia Island!"

At this moment, another female nun who was in the foundation-building stage came in from outside the hall. The name of Canxia Island made Jing Yu raise his eyebrows.

"I'm here to meet Master Xuan Jing. I'd like to congratulate Master Xuan Jing on achieving his golden and purple elixir and achieving the Nascent Soul!"

The female nun who had established her foundation bowed, holding the gift box in her hand, and waited quietly for Jing Yu to ask questions.

"What is the relationship between the Taoist priest and [Canxia Fairy]?" Jing Yu asked.

"Canxia Fairy is my master." Yinquanzi said softly, "My master asked me to pass on a message to the Immortal Master. She is too embarrassed to come to see the Immortal Master, so she asked me to present a gift..."

Jing Yu sighed: "Senior Canxia, ​​why do you have to do this... It is human nature to avoid disasters. Even if the old master were still alive, he might not bear any grudge against Senior Canxia."

"I hope the Taoist priest can report back to the Immortal Lady, telling her not to dwell on the past."

"Master, you are so righteous. I will convey your meaning to my master." Yinquanzi bowed and retreated silently.

Sun Baiyuan, who was sitting below Jing Yu, coughed lightly and said:

"Xuan Jing, it's almost noon, and the Jindan Zhenren from each family should be arriving soon."

Before Sun Baiyuan could finish his words, he heard the welcoming monk say, "Master of the Changhu Sect, Master Jinghu has arrived!"

Jing Yu and Sun Baiyuan looked at each other. They never expected that the first person to come would be Master Jinghu.

Logically speaking, the Changhu Sect is a fake infant force. Although Jinghu Zhenren is only in the middle stage of the Golden Core realm, as the head of the Changhu Sect, he should actually arrive just before the Feng family. If the Feng family does not send anyone, then there is nothing wrong with being the last batch to arrive.

"Senior Jinghu!" Although Jing Yu didn't know why he didn't follow the rules, he still showed enough respect to the Changhu Sect and stood up to greet him.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Xuan Jing!" Immortal Jing Hu no longer had any of the airs of a senior. He stepped forward, shook Jing Yu's hands tightly, and said earnestly, "I knew you were incredibly talented back then, but now it seems I was too conservative!"

Jing Yu said politely, "Senior Jinghu, I just happen to have a business deal with the Changhu Sect."

"The remains of my old master are still in Changhu Sect. I think he has been toiling away all his life, and I can't bear to see him suffer in death. I wonder if your sect could give Xuan Jing a favor. Xuan Jing will compensate him with sufficient spiritual resources..."

But Jinghu Zhenren's face turned serious and he said in a deep voice: "What are you talking about!"

"Old Master Song has always been upright and righteous throughout his life. He is exactly one of our generation. No matter how ignorant the Changhu Sect is, it will not let him rest in peace after his death. To be honest with fellow Daoist Xuanjing, Jinghu came here today to bring back the remains of the old master and to bury him in peace in the Song family!"