Bai Suzhen saw Wang Daoling killed, feeling shocked and angry, she took a step forward:
"Song Jiang! Why did you kill him?"
"Now that he is the only one in the world who has the antidote, how can we save the people in this city from the poison? Are you trying to kill Qiantang thousands of living beings?"
Song Jiang's blurred face seemed to evoke a sarcastic arc.
"What the White Lady said is wrong.
"This toad has lost all conscience and actually committed such a murderous attack on an innocent mortal. I see injustice on the road and act on behalf of God. Apart from this toad, what's wrong with me?"
"Do we still want him to continue causing trouble to the world?"
He paused and glanced at Bai Suzhen's anxious face with a hint of joking:
"As for the poison that Qiantang people have been exposed to... Haha, that is naturally something you, the benevolent and benevolent doctors like you, should worry about."
"What does it have to do with this ghostly person like me?"
Before he finished speaking, the ghost figure completely dissipated in a burst of joyful laughter, leaving only the mocking laughter echoing over the cold mass grave, stinging Bai Suzhen's eardrums.
The moonlight is like water, reflecting the broken Lanruo Temple.
Chen Jin played with Buddha Bone Relic in his hand and suddenly asked:
"It's strange, why are the monks in the Jin Kingdom so concerned about the affairs of the Song Dynasty court? I have seen the eminent monks in Lin'an Lingyin Temple temple all say that they are outsiders and never interfere with court affairs."
Gongsun Sheng flicked the whisk, and a clear smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"People outside the world are also human beings. As long as you are in the world of mortals, you cannot escape fame and fortune."
He raised his hand and pointed to the north, his robes rustling in the night wind:
"Both countries of the Jin and Song Dynasties respected Buddha and Daoism, and the gods and Buddhas all over the sky were naturally happy to see this happen.
But the position of national master and the prisonership of subordinates - for the spokespersons of gods and Buddhas in the world, there is a huge difference."
"Frankly speaking," the Daoist's voice lowered a bit, "Song Dynasty, this official family really gives little hope. Lin'an Those eminent monks are all wise enough to protect themselves, just because they are afraid of the liquidation of the new dynasty in the future."
Chen Jin's eyes suddenly became sharp and his words went straight to the point:
"Purple Void Temple, who heard about Daoist Master's practice, is Jizhou Two Immortals Mountain. Since he is under the rule of the Jin Kingdom, could he also want to compete for the position of the national master?"
This is a heartbreaking question, but it is reasonable. After all, the Daoist in front of me is indeed from an enemy country.
Gongsun Sheng smiled instead of angry, with a flash of appreciation in his eyes:
"Fellow Daoist Chen is indeed cautious. But..." He calculated with his fingers, and his expression suddenly changed slightly, "It turns out that you had a fight with Song Jiang. No wonder you are so wary."
He slowly put away the fly whisk and his expression became solemn:
"The fate between the poor Daoist and that Mount Liang Song Jiang has long since ended. Now he travels all over the world, only seeking the road, not the temple."
"Then where can we find the avenue?" Chen Jin asked.
"The result of my calculation is," Gongsun Sheng's gaze suddenly became profound, "If I follow you, I can find the great road."
Chen Jin was speechless for a moment.
This is not the first person to come to him for such a mysterious reason.
"Ever since Severing Earth from Heaven a hundred years ago," Gongsun Sheng's voice has changed, "It has become difficult for mortal practitioners to ascend."
"My master True Person Luo is a genius, but in the end he can only be trapped in the human world until his life span is exhausted."
He stroked the fly whisk gently, and there were slight cracks on the white jade handle, "I am a poor man... his days are numbered."
"Since I see a glimmer of opportunity in you, I should seize it no matter what."
"How can I break the barrier between heaven and earth?" Chen Jin smiled bitterly, "I don't even know what to do."
"To be honest," Gongsun Sheng said calmly, "I just saw you fighting side by side with the tree demon, and I didn't see how earth-shattering your abilities are."
"But Pindao is quite good at magic, and this hexagram is very clear." He spread his hands and spoke in a more relaxed tone, "There is nowhere else to go right now, so why not follow you and take a look?"
Chen Jin said calmly:
"It will be a bit inconvenient for you to follow me. Daoist Master Gongsun, what benefits can you give me?"
Gongsun Sheng flicked the duster with a calm look on his face. "What do you want, Fellow Daoist Chen, just say it?"
Chen Jin His fingertips paused, and the relics glowed with a warm luster in the moonlight.
He raised his eyes and looked directly at the Daoist, and said word by word, "What if I say, I want your Heavenly Leisure Star power?"
The air seemed to be stagnant for a moment.
Gongsun Sheng was startled at first, then laughed and shook his head, "This Heavenly Leisure Star destiny is just the fate of a poor man."
"My cultivation is the result of diligent practice since I was three years old."
"Even if you take away the power of the stars, you won't get half the improvement in your cultivation level."
"Whether I have been promoted or not, I don't have to worry about it, Daoist priest." Chen Jin said in an indifferent tone, "You just need to say, give it or not."
"Pindao is willing to give."
Gongsun Sheng answered simply, but there was a bit of confusion in his eyes, "It's just... how to give this power that is destined to others?"
"Simple." Chen Jin raised the corners of his lips slightly, "When you die, I will get it naturally."
Unexpectedly, instead of being angry, Gongsun Sheng put his hands on his hands and laughed, "Wonderful! Wonderful! Pindao originally planned to follow the path of Corpse-Dissected Immortal."
"If he really can disintegrate his body and ascend to heaven, it will be useless to keep this skin."
"When the time comes, why not give this power of Heavenly Leisure Star to fellow Daoists?"
The night wind swept over the ruins and picked up a few charred leaves.
The two stood looking at each other, one with an indifferent expression and the other with a calm smile, as if what they just discussed was not a matter of life and death, but an ordinary transaction.
"In that case," Chen Jin put the relic into his sleeve, "Then it's settled."
The next day, Chen Guangxi went to WeChat, and Chen Jin said goodbye to Granny, Xiao Qian and Lanruo Temple ghosts.
Although Granny was seriously injured, his expression was relieved. Although there was reluctance in Xiao Qian's eyes, he was more relieved that Ning Caichen could leave safely.
As for how Ning Caichen left and came back later, that is a story for another day, and Chen Jin doesn't care either.
"Everyone, take care."
Gongsun Sheng bowed his head, then unfolded his sleeves and robe, and a burst of fresh air lifted Chen Jin and Xiao Qing straight up to the clouds.
Cloud-Entering Dragon Gongsun Sheng was much better than both Xiao Qing and Chen Jin in terms of ability to fly through the clouds and ride in the fog, so he took the two of them back to Qiantang.
Unlike Chen Jin who used the strong wind to forcefully break through the sky, and Xiao Qing who used the demonic wind to fly away, Gongsun Sheng's technique of soaring into the clouds is like an invisible staircase. The clouds naturally gather under the feet, smoothly and swiftly, as if riding on the wind, and are already miles away in an instant.
Xiao Qing Feeling the lightness and stability that was completely different from the evil wind, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.
Chen Jin sat cross-legged in the clouds, his mind sinking into his body.
Ten brilliant Three Souls and Seven Spirits Money are suspended in the Niwan Palace, echoing each other and forming a complete cycle.
Inspired by his thoughts, these ten ancient coins containing the power of the soul shined brightly, turning into ten streams of light with different colors, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, all flowing towards the golden mushroom shadow in his Niwan Palace that represented the inheritance of [Flesh of Vision].