Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Renzhou, Chongde City.

As the morning sun rises, the pale golden sunshine shines on the earth, and the city of monks slowly comes to life.

The streets are bustling with people, and more and more monks are coming and going. They don't need to rest like ordinary people, but they need to meditate and practice. They usually stay in the cave at night.

Suddenly, a ray of light passed through the sky and headed to the northwest of the city.

The light escape was silent, but it still caused many monks to look up, their eyes full of awe and longing.

A forbidden air formation has been set up in Chongde City, and only Yuanying monks can fly and escape freely.

The escaping light was extremely fast, flying over everyone's heads, and landed in front of a three-story building in the northwest corner of Chongde City.

The small building is very simple, with the words "Sifang Pavilion" written on the plaque. Behind it is a green bamboo forest, covering more than a dozen courtyards.

The light faded away, revealing the figure of a monk, wearing a bamboo hat, held down very low, casting a shadow on his face.

The monk was dressed in white and had a tall and straight figure, but not too strong. He walked into the Sifang Pavilion with very steady steps.

The Sifang Pavilion is where the Haoran Sect welcomes guests. Anyone who comes to the Haoran Sect will come here first. In the early morning, many monks come in and out.

The people who are good friends with the monks of the Haoran Sect are at least the foundation-building monks, and there are also two or three alchemy-forming monks who are outstanding and arrogant.

But as soon as the monk in the bamboo hat moved, everyone quickly stepped aside, clasped their fists in salute, and bowed deeply, not even daring to raise their heads to take a look.

They saw the monks in bamboo hats falling from the sky, and only the Yuanying monks could fly back and forth in Chongde City.

There are also many monks in the Sifang Pavilion. Although there is no sunlight, the shadows on the faces of the monks in bamboo hats still have not dissipated.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar standing guard next to the gate came up to him and bowed deeply: "Senior, are you here to visit friends in this sect?"

His expression was extremely respectful, and the scene of the monk in a bamboo hat falling from the sky happened to fall in his eyes.

The monk in the hat said calmly: "Take me to see the head of your pavilion."

His voice was a bit ethereal, and in the ears of others, it was impossible to distinguish his age, or even his gender.

"Yes, senior, please follow me." The middle-aged Confucian scholar extended his hand to lead him, turned around and walked upstairs.

The monk in the bamboo hat followed him up to the third floor and sat down in a quiet room.

"Senior, please wait a moment. I will go and invite Master Gong immediately." The middle-aged Confucian scholar clasped his fists and bowed before bowing and retreating to the quiet room.

The monk in the bamboo hat was sitting on the alert. In less than a quarter of an hour, an old man walked in. After entering the door, he was all smiles and clasped his fists: "Junior Gong You, I am the director of the Sifang Pavilion. May I ask where the senior is here to visit our sect?" An elder?"

The monk in the bamboo hat lowered his head slightly, with half of his face hidden in thick shadows, and said calmly: "Is your Taoist friend Qingliu of the noble sect at the door? Just say that if a friend comes to visit, he will come out to meet you."

"Senior, please wait a moment. I will send someone to the door to report." The old man bowed and exited the quiet room.

The monk in the hat waited for about an hour before the old man re-entered the quiet room and smiled apologetically: "Senior, please forgive me. Uncle Qingliu left the sect two months ago and has never returned to the sect."

"If senior wants to see Uncle Qingliu, he needs to wait in Chongde City for a while. Junior will arrange a cave for senior. As soon as Senior Uncle Qingliu returns to the mountain gate, junior will immediately send someone to tell him."

The monk in the hat was silent for a while, then nodded slightly, stood up and walked out of the quiet room without saying a word.

The old man didn't ask any questions, just cupped his fists and bowed: "Senior, walk slowly."

After the monk in the hat left the Sifang Pavilion, he walked towards the city.

His steps were neither fast nor slow, and seemed to be quite leisurely. However, the shadow cast by the bamboo hat was always so thick that it was impossible to see his face clearly.

When passing a secluded bamboo forest, the monk in the bamboo hat suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the tall green bamboos, and said calmly: "My little friend has followed you all the way, what do you want?"

His voice was casual, but there was a hint of chill in it.

After a while, a monk walked out of the corner thirty feet away from the monk in the hat and slowly came to the monk in the hat.

This is a young Confucian scholar who looks to be only about seventeen or eighteen years old. His face is immature and wary. There is a trace of fear in his eyes. He has a strong aura and has the cultivation level of the early stage of foundation building.

He cupped his fists and bowed to the monk in the hat, and said hesitantly: "I dare to ask, senior... but your surname is Chen?"

"So what if my surname is Chen, so what if my surname is not Chen?" The monk in the hat said calmly.

The young Confucian scholar hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "I have been entrusted by a senior brother to notify him immediately whenever someone visits Uncle Qingliu. However, he happened to leave Chongde City three days ago, and it will take a few more days. to come back.”

"If the senior's surname is Chen, please come with the junior. If the senior is not surnamed Chen, the junior will leave immediately. I apologize for causing any disturbance."

The monk in the hat was silent for a while and said calmly: "My surname is Chen, who is your senior brother?"

The young Confucian scholar breathed a sigh of relief: "My junior fellow apprentice's surname is Jiang Mingyu."

"Jiang Yu..." the monk in the hat paused, "lead the way."

The young Confucian scholar quickly led the way, and the monk in the hat followed him to a small courtyard in the north of Chongde City.

This is the residence of Haoran Sect monks, and it is very quiet.

The young Confucian scholar took out a token, raised his hand to make a seal, injected his true energy, and opened the courtyard door. There was no one in the courtyard.

The two came to the main hall, and the young Confucian scholar explained: "Senior, please wait here for a moment. Senior Brother Jiang specifically told me not to let senior stay in Tianzi Cave Mansion temporarily."

"Master Gong just ordered someone to go to the mountain gate to report to Master Qingliu that someone is coming to visit. I have been keeping an eye on your whereabouts. Fortunately, you did not live in the Tianzi Cave Mansion, otherwise it would be difficult for me to visit you."

The monk in the bamboo hat nodded, and the young scholar left the token and left the courtyard.

After the young scholar left, the monk in the bamboo hat took off his bamboo hat, revealing a handsome face, which was Chen Yuan.

He did not look at the token on the table, got up and walked out of the courtyard, following the young scholar from a distance.

The young scholar had a low level of cultivation and did not notice Chen Yuan's existence at all. He hurried back to the Sifang Pavilion, and Chen Yuan was waiting outside the Sifang Pavilion.

It was not until dusk that the young scholar walked out of the Sifang Pavilion and returned to a small courtyard in the north of Chongde City.

Chen Yuan followed him all the way to the outside of the courtyard, spread his consciousness, and enveloped him.

But the young scholar just meditated and practiced, and nothing happened all night. It was not until dawn that he left the courtyard and went to the Sifang Pavilion to guard.

For three consecutive days, the young scholar was like this, without any abnormality.

On the fourth day, Chen Yuan returned to the courtyard, but did not enter it. Instead, he came to a dense forest nearby, sat cross-legged, and waited quietly, with his consciousness covering the courtyard at all times.

If a cultivator passed by, he would cast an illusion to hide his body, and no one would find his trace.

Three days later, another young scholar walked into the courtyard, walking hurriedly and looking anxious.

When he found that there was no one in the courtyard, he was stunned for a moment and was about to turn around and leave.

All this was covered by Chen Yuan's consciousness. When he saw this scene, he pondered for a moment, walked out of the dense forest, quietly passed through the formation curtain wall, and came to the courtyard.

The formation restrictions in Chongde City are quite good, but in front of Chen Yuan, who has refined Kunpeng's true blood, they are useless.

At this time, the young scholar just walked out of the main hall. Seeing the ghostly Chen Yuan, he immediately stepped back a few steps, his face full of astonishment, his breath was vigorous, and his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building was undoubtedly revealed. His right hand had already touched the storage bag.

But when he saw Chen Yuan's face clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately restrained his breath, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply: "Greetings, Senior Chen!"

This person was Jiang Yu. It was he who reported to Zhang Wushan when Chen Yuan first came to Chongde City.

When Chen Yuan lived in the city, he helped Chen Yuan with a few small things.

Later, when Chen Yuan returned from Hanzhou, he secretly found Jiang Yu and asked him to report to Qingliu Jushi. The two met privately to discuss how to attack Elder Gu. Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "I haven't seen you for many years. I am glad to see that you have made great progress in your cultivation."

Jiang Yu replied respectfully: "Thanks to the care of the senior and the spiritual stone given to me, I can achieve what I have today."

"I am grateful to you for your kindness. Before leaving the sect, Master Qingliu ordered me to give you this jade slip."

"I dare not slack off for a day. Today I can finally complete Master Qingliu's instructions. Please accept it."

He took out a jade slip from the storage bag and presented it with both hands.

Chen Yuan's eyes condensed slightly, raised his hand to take the jade slip in his hand, and probed into it with his spiritual consciousness, but was stopped by a powerful spiritual consciousness restriction.

The aura contained in this spiritual consciousness restriction is very familiar, and contains a trace of righteousness. It was left by Master Qingliu. It is extremely mysterious and very solid.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment, and did not immediately erase the spiritual sense restriction, but retracted his spiritual sense and looked at Jiang Yu: "What else did Daoist Qingliu say?"

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Jiang Yu replied: "My great-grandmaster warned me not to leak this matter, not even to my great-grandmaster's disciples."

Chen Yuan frowned: "Is Daoist Zhang Wushan in the sect?"

Jiang Yu shook his head: "Master Zhang has not been in the sect for more than ten years."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed: "Do you know where he is now?"

Jiang Yu said: "I don't know. At the beginning, I received great favor from my predecessors. After sending a letter to my great-grandmaster, I was quite favored by my great-grandmaster."

"I also admire my great-grandmaster very much. Whenever there is a little movement in the Sifang Pavilion, I will report it to my great-grandmaster immediately. I am also quite familiar with Master Zhang, and I am fortunate to have his guidance and benefit a lot."

"But Master Zhang Bo left the sect more than ten years ago and never came back. He should be traveling outside. "

Chen Yuan nodded slowly and said lightly: "I know. This matter must not be revealed to others. Is the friend who led me here reliable?"

Jiang Yu said solemnly: "Junior Brother Su and I are friends of life and death. We are very tight-lipped and will never leak this matter."

Chen Yuan's expression eased a little, and he took out ten high-quality spirit stones from the mustard ring and handed them to Jiang Yu: "You take these spirit stones and practice well."

Jiang Yu's eyes flashed with a hint of joy. He took the spirit stones with both hands and said respectfully: "Thank you for the reward, senior."

Chen Yuan put away the jade slip, turned around and passed through the forbidden courtyard wall, put on a hat, and hid his face.

He walked out of Chongde City slowly, which took a full hour, and then flew into the sky and fled far away.

During this period, he always spread his spiritual consciousness, paid attention to the surrounding situation, and was careful and alert.

He just came to Chongde City to visit Qingliu, so it should be no danger.

But Qingliu was so careful that he let a foundation-building cultivator hand him a jade slip, and even his direct disciple didn't know about it. There was something fishy about it.

And there were only eight months left before the opening of Jueling Island.

Chen Yuan had promised Qingliu to help him get the 3,000-year-old Qingfeng Bamboo from Jueling Island. At this critical moment, he had to act more cautiously.

At this moment, Chen Yuan regretted why he didn't come to Chongde City earlier, so that he wouldn't miss Qingliu.

After he walked out of the Sea of ​​Silence, he went to Tianji Island first, wanting to meet Jing Shuhan.

But Jing Shuhan was not on Tianji Island. He waited for three months, but Jing Shuhan never returned to the sect.

The day of the opening of Jueling Island was getting closer and closer, so he had to give up and leave Tianji Island to visit Qingliu in Chongde City, but he missed it.

Chen Yuan sighed secretly, flew all the way to Moyun Mountain, 700 miles away from Chongde City, and landed.

This place was desolate and deserted. He stimulated Zhuyan's true blood, and his black hair turned snow-white. Zhuyan's true fire rose in his hands and poured into the jade slip, burning all the spiritual restrictions left by Qingliu.

This spiritual restriction was extremely strong and difficult to break with ordinary means.

But Qingliu knew that the white flame in his hand could burn the spiritual consciousness, and it was obviously left for him.

After the spiritual sense restriction was broken, Zhu Yan's true fire was suppressed. Chen Yuan probed into it with his spiritual sense. After a while, he raised his head, his expression slightly solemn.

There were only a few short sentences and a map in the jade slip, asking Chen Yuan to go to an island in the Yuqing Sea to meet with Qingliu.

He frowned slightly, put the jade slip into the mustard seed ring, and flew eastward with a flash of light, escaping at a very fast speed.

Qingliu was evasive and seemed to have many concerns.

Chen Yuan did not stop for a moment along the way. In less than half a month, he left the Jiuxianzhou continent and came to the island recorded in the jade slip.

This island is very remote, and the sea area it is located in is also mediocre. There are only two small immortal cultivation families, which are extremely barren. The clan land of one of the immortal cultivation families is on this island.

Chen Yuan followed the instructions on the jade slip and walked into the small market on the island. He came to a teahouse called "Shuiyuexuan" and sat down at a window on the third floor. He ordered a pot of spiritual tea and lowered his head to taste the tea.

He sat there for a whole day until the sun set and the sky was dark, and then he got up and left.

The next morning, Chen Yuan continued to come to Shuiyuexuan, and ordered a pot of spiritual tea at the same position on the third floor, and sat quietly to taste the tea.

Seven days passed like this. In the afternoon of this day, Chen Yuan was holding the teacup and putting it to his mouth. Suddenly, he paused, then raised his head slightly and drank the spiritual tea in the cup.

He put down the teacup, bent his index finger, and tapped the table lightly.

A moment later, a young cultivator walked up to the third floor quickly. He was only at the second level of Qi Refining.

He came to Chen Yuan, clasped his fists and bowed, with a very respectful expression, and said softly: "What do you want, senior?"

"Bring another teacup." Chen Yuan said lightly.

"Please wait a moment, senior." The young monk responded, walked down the third floor, and soon came up with a tray.

There was an exquisite celadon teacup on the tray. The young monk gently picked it up, put it on the table, bowed, and left.

Chen Yuan picked up the teapot, filled his own teacup, and moved it to the teacup opposite, tilting it slightly.

A line of amber fell, the color was clear, the fragrance was diffuse, and it was refreshing.

This pot of spiritual tea was the signature "Water Color Moon Shadow" of Shuiyuexuan. One pot cost five medium-grade spiritual stones. Ordinary foundation-building monks could not afford it. It was quite famous in this sea area.

When the "Water Color Moon Shadow" filled the teacup, a monk slowly walked up to the third floor, came to Chen Yuan, and sat down.

This man had white hair and beard, a gray long gown, and a turban on his head, as if he had just walked out of a private school.

Chen Yuan put down the teapot, raised the teacup, and smiled: "Daoyou Qingliu, please."

The old man also raised the teacup, with a smile on his face: "Daoyou Chen, please." (End of this chapter)