Chapter 370

Swallowing the moon, the yuan Jun calmed down, walked closer and walked forward, and said in a low voice, "the disciple didn't bring that quarter of the moon year, please forgive me, master."

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This man in robes is the saint of the Weiyuan mountains and seas.

The sage in Shanhaijing withdrew his eyes from the statue of Mountain God, turned around and said with a smile, "it doesn't matter. This son is extremely thoughtful. If he doesn't get out of it, he will never easily get into danger."

Hearing this, Emperor tunyue was more and more confused. After a little silence, he still opened his mouth and asked, "disciples dare to ask the master..."

The sage of Shanhaijing gently waved his sleeve robe and interrupted him, saying, "swallow the moon, go to the Bank of Liusha River and burn this silk, and it will come to Lanjiang Grand Canyon."

After this, a piece of brocade and silk slowly condensed from his side.

Swallowing the moon, Yuanjun didn't dare to ask again, so he had to press his mind, came forward to take over the silk, and respectfully withdrew.

Walking out of the hall of worship, Emperor tunyueyuan subconsciously looked down at the brocade and silk in his hand, on which there were only two seal characters.

Preach.

"Preach... What does this mean?"

Swallowing the moon, Yuanjun couldn't help but be confused. He thought hard for a long time, but he couldn't get a clue at all.

When they reached the Bank of Liusha River, the brocade suddenly flew up from its hands. There was no fire and spontaneous combustion. In a few moments, it turned into a hazy smoke and disappeared with the wind.

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White Dew is frost, and moonlight is makeup.

At the turn of day and night, there was mist in the mountains, the sky was slightly bright, the white moon had not completely disappeared, and the cold wind invaded, and the flowers and plants in the valley were covered with cool dew.

The white, slender and beautiful green jade fingers stretched out under the dark robe, picked up a cluster of bright red petals full of morning dew, put them in front of the black robe and sniffed, vaguely with a faint fragrance diffuse the entrance nose.

There is no sun or moon in practice. Whenever day and night rotate, it will pick the morning dew in this valley and absorb the faint glow of the sky to nourish the real blood of the Dragon Palace planted in the depths of its own spirit. It has been more than 70 years.

Over the past decades, the earth vein of the Zhuzi demon country has been completely eroded by the Weiyuan mountain and sea realm. Between the changes of landform, this ancient spiritual tree, which is more than 20000 feet high, has been regarded as a new Taoist field by the saints of the mountain and sea realm because of its ability to attract the aura of the heaven realm.

The cloud Palace on it has long disappeared. The sage in the mountain and sea realm used his great magic power to move several towering and beautiful peaks, and laid a spirit protection array to cover the whole spirit tree. Since then, the mountain palace on the top of the tree crown has become the most noble place in the Weiyuan realm.

Today's Weiyuan land is once the far northern frontier.

"Ji Qingchan."

Hearing the voice calling itself, it raised its head from among the flowers, and saw a cold young man in a brocade and blue cloud weave Luo Satin Robe.

The bright red petals scattered in the soil, and its white fingers were hidden in the black robe again, saying, "season Lord."

"Take this thing to Shanhai holy palace and give it to Weiyuan great saint." Ji Yue's young sleeved robe condenses a jade plaque, and her eyes are still cold and quiet. Decades of time flow, and she has never left a trace on her body at all.

"OK."

It came forward and took the jade plaque, a little silent, and said, "the sage of Weiyuan has been silent for decades, and now when he wakes up, he wants to sacrifice to the North Sea. Lord Ji needs to be more careful."

The saint of the mountain and sea not only survived the first disaster, yin and thunder, but also the second disaster, hook fire and silence. He is a real saint of the second disaster.

No one knows why its cultivation speed is so terrible. Even in this vast and endless heaven and earth, few creatures can survive two catastrophes in a row so quickly, reinvent themselves and become a great saint.

Ji yuenian looked inexplicable and said, "just go."

Ji Qingchan raised his head and glanced at him. He turned away with a jade plaque. The dark black robe like ink dyed hid all his thoughts.

Seventy years ago, a piece of brocade and silk with a seal character of "preaching" emerged in front of her. In an instant, Ji yuenian thought of Mrs. Diyong, who was trapped in the bottomless sky of the empty mountains. She left the same brocade and silk, which only had the word "preaching".

In the speculation of Ji yuenian, this weird Weiyuan saint should be the layout of Putuo Holy Land in the South China Sea.

There is only one meaning of its existence, which is to help realize the purity and become the Tao!

The only God left in the Taibai Shenfu of the West extreme upper palace is Yuanjian. The reason why he went to the water curtain at the bottom of Putuo was to meet the palm Pearl Dragon Ji of Putuo who preached.

Zhangzhu Longji intervened and protected the true spirits of the positive gods in Taibai Shenfu, but also threw down a grain of gravel and let Yuanjian give everything he learned in his life.

Although Ji yuenian did not know the past of Yuanjian, he learned many secrets of Buddhism and Taoism from Taoists in the yuan and Qing Dynasties.

Weiyuan mountain and sea were separated from beiguluzhou land in the past, which was only connected with the sea vein of the North Sea, and was completely free from the supervision of the Dharma protector God in the far north. This is also the biggest reason why Weiyuan great sage can so strangely survive the fate of Yin thunder and the fate of hook fire mystery.

If you directly settle in beijulu Island, it will surely attract the attention of the patrolling God, and make it become a way in the independent Weiyuan mountain and sea territory, and then attribute the mountain and sea territory to the earth vein. This great saint of the second calamity escaped all supervision and entered the beijulu territory openly.

The reason why the great sage of Weiyuan crossed the disaster of Yin, thunder and fortune and the disaster of hook fire and mystery in the mountain and sea is that the holy realm of Putuo intervened. After the expiration of 600 years, Wujing performed the real skill of "renewing the spirit, changing the life, avoiding death and prolonging life", and directly stripped the spirit of the great sage of Weiyuan and attributed it to himself.

The real art of "renewing souls, changing lives, avoiding death and prolonging life" can not only increase longevity, but also peel off cultivation, which is extremely terrible.

Thousands of thoughts flow in my heart, and I stand still in the mountains, but my eyes are getting darker and darker.

All clues about Wujing and Weiyuan sage can be linked, and the only one shrouded in the fog... Is himself.

Decades ago, the great sage of Weiyuan assigned a peak on the que of Shuguan mountain to Ji yuenian, which caused an uproar among countless creatures in the Weiyuan realm. Hundreds of Shangjun who crossed the boundary of yin and Yang and more than a dozen Dharma guardians did not get a place on the great sage Taoist field. A creature in the far north could get such a favor, which made these creatures in the Weiyuan realm simply unacceptable.

The holy order was like heaven. When the imperial edict was issued, although these creatures in the Weiyuan realm were no longer willing, they could not stop Ji yuenian from taking a peak of the great holy ashram above the crown of the tree.

"The current layout of Putuo holy land, whether it is the extreme northern border or the Weiyuan land, seems to have little to do with me, and the old man in cloth who has been looking for enlightenment seems to have no voice." Ji yuenian's thoughts flow, and he still can't find a clue. "Wait until the expiration of 600 years, and then make plans."

At this time, less than one year is left before the time limit of 600 years.

The fog in the depths of the true spirit not only did not dissipate, but became more and more dense.