Who asked him to cultivate immortality!

Although there were people in the ancient realm who swallowed the ancient foundation grass alive and became foundation-building cultivators, they called the shots in the ancient realm, recruited people, and temporarily formed a small force to rob resources.

There was a little-known Qi training great perfection who defeated the foundation-building cultivators and became famous.

There was a female cultivator who was drugged by the holy land cultivators, and the male cultivator defeated the holy land cultivators bravely and had sex with the female cultivator. After the end, the male cultivator felt guilty, and the female cultivator only said that it was an accident but actually had feelings for her.

There were a series of situations in which the holy land cultivators secretly fought for the position of heir.

But these have nothing to do with Xinding and Yu Youlan.

In order not to leave the ancient realm early and attract attention, the two stayed in the inner hall for three days and did not go anywhere.

In fact, it was mainly because Xinding was afraid of attracting attention. As a saint, Yu Youlan was not afraid of coveting. She stayed in the inner hall to accompany Xinding.

The Chixiao ancient realm was closed, and everyone left the ancient realm automatically.

"What did you harvest?" Zhikong saw everyone coming out and was curious about their harvest.

"I only found one ancient foundation-building grass." Xin Chen took out a foundation-building grass, which was found at the end of the third day.

"It's good to find the foundation-building grass, put it away." Zhi Kong comforted him.

"I didn't find the foundation-building grass, but a piece of ghost essence dropped when I converted the ghost."

"This ghost essence is good, it can buy two foundation-building pills."

"I found one."

"I found two."

"I found six." The martial monk who had reached the great perfection of Qi training said, and then he looked at Xin Ding provocatively. He was the one who had previously proposed that it was a tradition for old martial monks to teach new martial monks.

"I actually found six!"

"So amazing."

There were exclamations from the martial monks' academy.

"Brother Xin Ding, what about you?" The martial monk seemed to ask casually. He had never seen Xin Ding in the ancient realm, and he guessed that the boy must have been afraid and hid, and had never looked for the foundation-building grass.

Xin Ding hesitated for a moment, feeling that this senior brother seemed to be provoking him, but also seemed not to be.

He took out a handful of ancient foundation-building grass from his arms and said slowly.

"I found ten plants."

"Ten plants?!"

"How is this possible?"

Everyone was surprised, even Zhi Kong was a little surprised. Finding foundation-building grass is not just a matter of luck, it must involve fighting. Xin Ding is only at the seventh level of Qi training, how can he fight against those who are at the ninth level of Qi training and those who have reached the great perfection of Qi training?

Just as everyone was surprised and envious, the crowd not far away became restless. It turned out that Yu Youlan ran over here.

"Xin Ding, little monk, I'm leaving first. We will meet again!" Yu Youlan blinked at Xin Ding and showed a playful smile.

This time, it was not just the Martial Monk Academy. All the cultivators who came to participate in the Chixiao Ancient Realm were very surprised. Yu Youlan had never shown such an intimate attitude to anyone!

What happened between these two people in the Chixiao Ancient Realm? !

Xin Ding chanted Amitabha, not understanding why everyone reacted so strongly. We are all monks, shouldn't we regard women as red-faced skeletons?

...

Xitian Temple, Abbot's Courtyard.

The black and white chess pieces on the chessboard are clearly distinguished. The tall old man half-dressed in a gorgeous cassock holds the black piece expressionlessly, while the old man in coarse linen clothes holds the white piece with a smile.

The old man in the gorgeous cassock seemed to be frozen, and the black piece could not fall for a long time. Finally, he sighed and stopped insisting: "Junior brother, you won."

The old man in coarse linen clothes was not surprised by the result of the chess game: "Senior Brother Mingyu, you are too anxious to play chess."

The old man in the gorgeous cassock is Master Mingyu, the abbot of Xitian Temple, and the other is Master Minghuai, a hidden master of Xitian Temple, who cleans the Sutra Pavilion.

"You are right, I have always felt uneasy recently, and I feel that something big has happened." Master Mingyu sighed, and this can only be said to Junior Brother Minghuai.

"Big event?" Master Minghuai was puzzled. What big event could their Xitian Temple encounter?

"I can't say what it is, but I just have this feeling." Master Mingyu shook his head. He had been practicing Zen all his life and had a certain premonition about the things in the dark, especially about the things in Xitian Temple.

"But it may also be that I have been impatient in my practice recently and my state of mind is a little unstable." Master Mingyu laughed at himself.

"Speaking of the state of mind problem, it's not just me. Do you know Ye Zijin?" Master Mingyu remembered another thing.

"I heard that he was making trouble everywhere in the Buddha Kingdom, building temples, forging Buddha statues, and promoting false Buddhism?" Master Minghuai didn't care much about the outside world.

"Almost, but the most important thing is that he speaks very irritatingly. The elders have some complaints about him and have always wanted to catch him."

Master Minghuai smiled indifferently, it was just a small matter: "What's so irritating about speaking? It seems that the young people are not yet at home in cultivation."

Master Mingyu nodded: "I think so too, that's why I have never cared about Ye Zijin. I hope that the elders can realize their shortcomings and cultivate their minds in this way."

Master Minghuai picked up the broom, stood up and said goodbye: "No more chatting, a thief entered the Sutra Pavilion, I'm going back."

...

On the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, a sneaky figure was looking for something everywhere.

"Haha, you are so brave, you stole things in this Sutra Pavilion."

The figure was startled, he didn't expect to be discovered.

He looked back and saw an old man sweeping the floor at the end of the corridor, who appeared here at some point.

"Goodbye!"

The figure turned around and ran away.

"Young man, don't be in a hurry to leave, play a game of chess with me, an old man?"

The figure's expression flashed, and he saw a chessboard in front of him, and the old man who was sweeping the floor was sitting opposite him.

"Are you Ye Zijin?" The old man's eyes were cloudy, but he saw through the identity of the figure at a glance.

"Yes." Ye Zijin knew he couldn't run away, so he had to play chess with him obediently.

The two chatted while playing chess.

"You have reached the middle stage of fusion at such a young age. So many people can't catch you. You are young and promising."

"Do you know that playing chess is actually a person's life? Whether it is black or white, you need to think carefully before you can make a move without regret."

"I am old, and I am willing to nag a few more words."

"What are you talking about, senior? It is a blessing for me to be able to teach you."

"There are not many young people like you who are willing to listen to me. In Go, the layout determines the pattern. In life, planning determines the future. You have gone astray and joined the Taoism Sect. It is not too late to turn back now..."

The old man who sweeps the floor saw that Ye Zijin was polite and not as annoying as the rumors said, so he wanted to persuade him a little more.

Ye Zijin dropped the last white piece and was a little embarrassed: "Uh, old senior, I won."

The old man who sweeps the floor was stunned. He loves playing chess and has never lost. He didn't expect that he would lose to a junior today.

It was just a game of chess, so the old man who was sweeping the floor didn't take it seriously. He stroked his beard and laughed, "I'm old, I'm useless."

Ye Zijin quickly smiled and said, "You're still young."