Fortune Teller

"Senior Quan Ming and Senior Chi Cheng are in charge of the Sumeru Bag. When the time comes, the priests of Jintai and Xuanguangtai will be sent to the main altar to avoid any surprises in the ambush and try to preserve the strength of the divine sect."

"As for the junior, I will be responsible for dealing with Taoist Zhenhong."

Gu Xiuyun concluded.

"Fellow Taoist Xi Ming, are you really sure you can deal with Taoist Zhenhong?" Priest Chicheng couldn't help but ask.

The three high priests and Gu Xiuyun were all key to this plan.

The three high priests surrounded Elder Fusong, and Gu Xiuyun dealt with Taoist Zhenhong. Any mistakes on either side would lead to the failure of the plan.

"Only I know how to search for traces. No one can do this except me," Gu Xiuyun chuckled. "And since I have a low cultivation level, even if I leave the Chonghua River, I will not arouse the suspicion of Elder Fusong."

"That's true." All five priests nodded in approval.

The five priests were so advanced that every move they made would attract the attention of Elder Fusong. Only Gu Xiuyun could walk out of the Chonghua River without arousing suspicion.

After all, he only had the second-level cultivation of Kai Mai and was good at formations. In the eyes of the world, most formation masters were weaker than their peers and could not be Master Qi's opponent.

"Fellow Taoist Cherish Your Life, this is the Thunder Stone, a rare killing treasure that is not passed down by the divine sect. Please accept it."

High Priest Zhenhuang took out two cyan stones from the spirit bag and handed them to Gu Xiuyun.

"The thunder stone is extremely powerful. It only needs to be poured into spiritual power to explode thunder and lightning that is no less than the Tao Yun secret technique."

"Zhen Huang, it's rare to see you so generous," High Priest Tu Mang's eyes lit up, "There aren't many treasures like the Thunder Stone in the Jin Huang lineage!"

"To be honest with you, there are only the last four left. Two are in my hand and two are in Feng Ming's hand." High Priest Zhenhuang looked at the other two people. Life or death is uncertain, so you should show some expression!"

"Of course there is." High Priest Tu Mang took out a piece of ancient jade, "This is a protective jade talisman refined by the ancestors of our sect. It can withstand the full blow of the strong man from the sixth level of Kai Mai. Take it, fellow Taoist." !”

"Thank you, senior."

Gu Xiuyun's eyes lit up and he quickly took the ancient jade.

A jade talisman that can withstand the powerful men of the Sixth Heaven is rare in the world. With this treasure, he has one more life-saving trump card.

"Fellow Daoist Xi Ming, this treasure I have is not as good as Old Ghost Tumang, but it may be the most useful to you." High Priest Yan Zhan fumbled in the spirit bag for a long time before taking out a stone seal. "This is the Jun Spirit Seal. Where the seal is, the power of the spiritual realm increases by several levels."

"Jun Ling Seal?" Gu Xiuyun looked at the stone seal in surprise.

He has never heard that there are treasures in the world that can increase the spiritual realm?

"Fellow Taoist's cultivation has been weaker than that of Taoist Zhenhong for a long time, and the gap in the spiritual realm is even greater. If we can have Jun Spirit Seal to help us, our chances of winning will be much greater," High Priest Yan Zhan said in a deep voice, "It's a pity that this The treasure has long been damaged, and the restrictions within it are almost gone. I don’t know how long it can last.”

"Jun Ling Seal..."

High Priest Tu Mang looked at the stone seal in Yan Zhan's hand with a look of confusion, "This treasure was once owned by our ancestors. During the civil war two thousand years ago, our ancestors were killed in battle and the Jun Ling Seal was also missing. I thought it was because of this The treasure has long since been destroyed and fell into your hands."

"Fellow Daoist Xi Ming, the Junling Seal is one of the most inherited treasures left by the divine religion. I hope you will treat it kindly." High Priest Tu Mang warned.

"Inherited treasure?"

After Gu Xiuyun took the stone seal, he took a closer look and saw that the seal was full of cracks, as if it had experienced a brutal fight.

"This square stone seal was originally an eighth-grade spiritual treasure, and it was controlled by the priest of Yaoritai. When the heavens invaded, that ancestor fought hard with the powerful enemy. In the end, he died and the Junling Seal he controlled was almost shattered." High Priest Tu Mang explained.

"I see."

Gu Xiuyun looked at Jun Lingyin, feeling inexplicably excited.

Even if the eighth-grade spiritual treasure is shattered, it is still filled with the most mysterious Taoist charm. This treasure is the most precious spiritual treasure that Gu Xiuyun has ever obtained in his life.

"Most of the eighth-grade spiritual treasures have never been seen even in the Douxiao realm, right?" Gu Xiuyun exclaimed.

"It used to be an eighth-grade spiritual treasure, but now it may not even be as good as a fifth-grade spiritual treasure." High Priest Yan Zhan shook his head, "This thing is almost broken. Every time it is activated, the restrictions within it will be consumed, so in terms of value, it is still worse than It’s not the protective jade talisman of the old ghost Tu Mang.”

"Thank you, High Priest Yan Zhan, for the gift." Gu Xiuyun said nothing and happily accepted the Junling Seal.

Even if it breaks into pieces, it is still an eighth-grade spiritual treasure.

For Gu Xiuyun, the strength of its power is not important. The eighth-level restriction in the Lingbao is the most precious.

This spiritual treasure can increase the spiritual realm. It can be seen that its internal restrictions are similar to the Tianguan Seed Forbidden Secret Technique. The two refer to each other, and he is much more confident in practicing the secret technique.

“Seniors, without further ado, let’s set off first!”

Gu Xiuyun bowed and walked out of the altar hall.

…

By the Chonghua River.

Secular pedestrians are bustling, town streets have been built along the river, and mansions stand on both sides of the street. They are owned by the families of Jintai priests.

Behind the mansion, there are many green brick and tile houses, row upon row, belonging to the Chitai priests in the sect.

As for the most ordinary civilians, they can only live in large courtyards.

At this moment, pedestrians were coming and going, and the vendors on both sides were still selling various items, including gold and silver utensils, animal skins, and rice, grain, and fruits.

"Sir, buy some porcelain," the vendor saw Gu Xiuyun wearing silk clothes, and quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes and shouted, "The porcelain here is of high quality, with clear texture and pure texture. Nowadays, three The great nations are gathered on the banks of the Chonghua River, and porcelain is scarce, and this kind of stuff is even rarer!”

"No, thank you."

Gu Xiuyun shook his head and continued walking forward.

"Sir, look at these cloths. They are all made of fine silk..."

"Sir, take a look at the civet fruit that is unique to Yancheng. If you pass by, don't miss it..."

Gu Xiuyun walked through three streets in a row and finally stopped in front of a courtyard.

Along the way, although his eyes kept looking around, what he saw was not porcelain cloth, but the fate lines of mortals.

Every mortal's fate has already been determined.

If there is no intervention by practitioners, their birth, old age, illness and death will fall within the thread, without any ripples, until the end of time.

But if it is influenced by practitioners, the fate line will be distorted.

Gu Xiuyun looked through every twisted thread of fate to find out its source. If it originated from a divine priest, he would abandon it and move on to the next one.

He believed that Taoist Zhenhong must be near the Chonghua River.

Because not long ago, two Jintai priests lost their lives while going out on business!

The place where the two Jintai priests died is only three hundred miles away from the Chonghua River. It can be seen that Taoist Zhenhong has been hiding nearby and is always observing the movements here.