Broken Night

Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-Four ── Yishan Zangfeng

And right now, the entire manuscript of Chiba's hand has been delivered like this.

This ceremony is so heavy that if news spreads, the entire Jidao Temple may be destroyed.

Who can guarantee that this kind of legendary secret book left over from ancient times will not arouse the interest of some terrifying beings? Just thinking of the strength of his master, Xuanxiu felt a little more relieved. He sign language: "Understood, my disciple will make arrangements."

Xuanxiu left without hesitation, leaving Wen Hui and Buyu here.

"Wen Hui, right?" A voice suddenly sounded, almost not startling Wen Hui. Especially when he saw that Wuyu's mouth did not move, but there was a sound.

Wen Hui was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Silently smiled kindly.

"Are you interested in learning something from me?"

Rao Shi Wenhui also knew that he had encountered a big opportunity, and hurriedly knelt down to worship. He just silently patted the ground quietly, and a soft force shook Wen Hui's figure who wanted to worship: "Don't make a mistake, you are not worshipping a poor monk as your teacher. You are just here to experience and learn."

In his heart, he secretly smiled and said, I can't let you worship me as a teacher.

"From today onwards, you are the ascetic who leads the practice in Jidao Temple."

Wen Hui was dumbfounded, not knowing what it was.

Ascetic monks who practice with hair are quite popular in Buddhism in ancient times. Some sects or big families that have good relations with Buddhism, but do not really take refuge in our Buddha, have this pattern of ascetic monks.

It is not true that he has entered Buddhism, but he can practice Buddhist martial arts. It's just that there is a connection in the end. If people who have been ascetic monks practice in the future, if their sect encounters troubles in the future, those ascetic monks who have achieved positive results will also have to take care of them.

At this moment, Wen Hui had no idea that he had become the first ascetic in nearly a thousand years.

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Xu Yan sat on the fire cloud without an image, and deliberately flew a little higher to avoid shocking the world.

He raised his head to drink, then shook the wine jar slightly towards the air.

Drink up.

Xu Yan shook his head and put the empty jar back into the five-colored divine ring space. He Dingqing looked in front of him, only to see a hill coming into his eyes.

The hill is not high, so naturally it cannot be compared with the vastness of the big green mountain where Yunshen does not know, nor can it be compared with the Jiutian Yinquan with its extremely isolated peak in Huifu.

This small mountain—the mountain has two peaks, as if a peak was born out of thin air from the mountainside, and it is like a snake with two heads. It just doesn't look half weird, but it's round and wishful, and it seems like it should be like this.

Xu Yan is no stranger to this mountain, after all, it is not the first time he has seen this mountain.

Back then, when he traveled thousands of miles to Nanhuang City, he had passed by this place.

This mountain is Yishan, next to Zangfeng City.

Zangfeng is also a famous city in the south.

Even if Mo Qingchou, the master of water forging, has not yet appeared, Zangfeng is also a place where many practitioners live and meditate. The reason is naturally Yishan next to the city.

Because of its unique shape, Yishan has one mountain and two peaks, which implies the meaning of two rituals in ancient Taoism. Just as there are thousands of avenues in aristocratic families, naturally there are hundreds or thousands of exercises that came into being?

In the era when ancient tattoos bloomed and there were strong people everywhere. Every day, or even every second, there may be amazing cultivators who create their own exercises. Even if the present after a thousand years has fallen into weakness due to the fault of cultivation practice, there are always some people who have their own adventures, and then obtain or create strange exercises.

Dual-attribute exercises are not uncommon.

And because Yishan has two ceremonies, even if they are not dual attributes, their exercises have either yin or yang, and practicing near Yishan is also of little help. This kind of help is quite important for those loose cultivators who do not have the support of major forces or aristocratic families behind them.

After all, not every cultivator can spend six million to buy a statue for the family to cultivate like the Huang family did. More loose cultivators are quite assiduous.

Cultivation, money is everywhere.

The tattoo artist asks the tattoo artist to engrave the tattoo into the palace. First, it does not need to be provided by the tattoo artist whether the material is precious or not. If you want to hire a famous and powerful tattoo artist to enter the palace, the cost may be quite high! Even at a certain level of tattoo artist, if they want to ask them to take action, it is even more meaningless to use silver taels. What they care about is some lost or esoteric tattoos, or some rather rare tattoo materials and so on.

And the Noble Phantasm of the tattoo master, the tattooed soldier of the tattoo artist...

It's all about money!

In the south, a place with a strong academic nature is considered a good thing. If it is in the north, all kinds of things like killing the weak and stealing treasures are staged everywhere every day, which is not new.

What if there is a place where there is no cost, safety and comfort, but it can increase the speed of cultivation?

This is undoubtedly a treasure for loose cultivators.

Zangfeng City is such a treasure.

Yishan is a treasure mountain.

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Since the appearance of Mo Qingchou, Zangfeng City has become more lively, without the so-called Zangfeng meaning of the city name, it is more like a sharp edge. Countless tattooists and water casters flock to Tibetan Fengcheng and regard it as a holy place.

Some people even calculated that in just 50 years, the population of Zangfeng City has tripled, and the rate has increased rapidly.

Everything is because of Zangfeng's unique terrain and Mo Qingchou.

Xu Yan landed far outside the city, and once again felt the strangeness of this place.

The last time he passed by this place was not the middle of winter, but the autumn solstice. At that time, he didn't feel it clearly. But at this time, he felt the strangeness of this place. Even when the snow falls in the middle of winter, with Yishan as the center, the chill is significantly weakened. He subconsciously looked at the not high Yishan Mountain in the distance, but saw a white cloud slowly hovering above Qiyi Mountain.

This is Yishan during the twelfth lunar month, right?

Xu Yan didn't think too much and walked towards Cangfeng City.

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The closer he got, the deeper he felt.

It's just that Xu Yan doesn't like this feeling very much.

It seemed that he knew that it should be cold and snowfall, but the coldness was taken away by the overwhelming force, turning it into a strange feeling. What made Xu Yan even more emotional was that the proportion of cultivators in Cangfeng City was quite high.

Xu Yan many years ago had not even broken through the Xiantian Palace, so naturally he couldn't feel it.

But at this moment, Xu Yan has already cultivated in the second palace, and he is following the ancient way of self-cultivation. He clearly felt that there were countless powerful auras in the city, even a boss who was selling hot buns in the alley was actually a tattoo artist from the Second Palace;

An old man who was selling ice-sugar gourd was actually a tattoo artist of the ten-pattern realm! You must know that in Zhinan City back then, only Chen Shugen, who was at the peak of a pattern, was already the first person in Zhinan City!

But here, I am afraid that it will disappear in front of everyone's eyes in an instant, and it is not surprising.

Not every cultivator is as content as Chen Shugen who lives in a corner, but more have greater ambitions and want to make themselves stronger. Cultivators are always going against the sky, and someone like Chen Shugen who covets comfort and longevity will only be at the bottom of the same realm.

Because they no longer have the thirst for strength and blood.