Chapter 362 Three hundred and sixty-two groups of immortals came to Zhuwu to hold a banquet
Late spring is over, and the scenery is bright and peaceful.
Looking from afar, the water is rippling, and the lights are floating thousands of miles away. Fairy children are constantly coming and going, glazed jade boards are laid out in the road, brocade silk and satin are scattered like Tianluo, and the cruise ships from the center of the lake are connected by jade locks. One hundred and eighty large boats with moiré patterns on shuttle heads are arranged in the lake, like stars over the moon, surrounding the pavilions in the sky. In the hollow attics on both sides, people playing zithers, flutes and harps are sitting opposite each other, with demure and comfortable faces. Eyes with joy.
Looking from the boat to the shore, you can see the heavy eaves. The low table under the eaves is covered with silk cloth with red and unicorn patterns, and honey-colored lotus petal futons are placed for people to sit. Most of the tables are covered with melons. Fruity tea, rare meat, all overflowing with spiritual energy, making people feel relaxed and happy when they hear it.
The Purple Mist Sect is just a small sect in the Great Lake of Mize that is not even known by its name. It supports a Ning Yuan monk with a relatively shallow foundation. There are only a thousand people in the sect. Because of the flat terrain and fertile land, the founder of the mountain worked hard to open up thousands of hectares of fertile land, which attracted many mortals to move here to plant spiritual rice and raise animals and livestock. Therefore, the Purple Mist Sect also established a stronghold in the small area. There is quite a bit of background in the sect.
However, it is still separated from the old Luoxia Sect by several natural barriers, let alone compared with today's Qizang Sect and Shangchen Sect. The only Ning Yuan monk from the Ziwu Sect was specially present today, and he led a foundation builder on both sides. Disciples came to observe.
First, he handed over the birthday gift respectfully, then straightened his robes and followed the leading disciples to take their seats at the lakeside banquet.
This time is the 400th birthday of Taoist Zhuwu, the Supreme Elder of the Shangchen Sect. The scene is extremely grand. The leaders of all sects are present in person. Those who really cannot escape will be attended by the Supreme Elder. These people who are particularly senior and powerful come here on their behalf.
Although Fenxuan has a lifespan of 500 years, things in the world are impermanent and cannot be constant. Some people with weak foundations will hurriedly die after living for 456 years. People with deep opportunities will take the treasures of heaven and earth or With a strong spiritual base, it is possible to live an extra ten or twenty years beyond five hundred years.
It’s just that in the world, there are more of the latter than the former. For most Fenxuan monks, four hundred years is the last life span, so the scale of the banquet is naturally much grander.
The Ning Yuan Ye of Ziwu Sect has resigned as the head of the sect, and only serves as an elder in the sect who pays no attention to secular affairs. He is usually very carefree and pampered. Today, when he sat in the banquet, he felt really constrained. Together with the foundation disciples on both sides, It is also difficult to sit still.
He held the tea cup and chatted with the guests at the East and West low tables for a few words. He also saw the bright Dharma light in the sky like a flying rainbow. It suddenly swept into the lake from a distance and turned into a series of free and easy figures, or a tall bank. Tall, slim and beautiful, the Xian'e boys of the Shangchen Sect all bowed their heads and saluted when they saw them, with an attitude of respect and fear.
“Wearing fairy orchid robes, that’s someone sent by Huaiqing!”
“Holding a phoenix-headed lyre in his arms, oh, isn’t the Qin Fairy from Yuxian Palace in retreat, and she’s also here in person? ”
“Even if you call Fairy Qin, she is still just like us. She has to cultivate her power, so how dare she accidentally attend the birthday banquet of Taoist Chen Zong Zhuwu.”
Those who can enter the lake and sit in the big boat banquet are all from the famous sects in Mize Lake, such as the Huaiqing sect and Xu Ningshan sects that have Fenxuan in charge, and even if they are not good enough, they must be from Yuxian Palace, Sects such as the Jiaoyue Sect that are attached to the Qizang Sect, such as the Purple Mist Sect, have neither Fenxuan nor a backer, so naturally they have no confidence to speak.
Ziwu Zong Ningyuan himself also knew this truth. He silently sipped the spirit tea without talking to others, but suddenly his heart trembled. His whole body was penetrated from head to toe by a cold gaze, and he came back to his senses. By this time, my whole body was dripping with cold sweat as if I had been fished out of water!
He hurriedly looked up and saw two figures walking quickly across the sky. They walked all the way to the lake without stopping, and actually stepped directly into the mid-air pavilion set up by Taoist Zhuwu for the distinguished guests.
It was not until the two of them stopped that he watched carefully and saw their appearance clearly. The woman on the left had a flower pattern on her forehead and a thin application of powder. She had a graceful and well-proportioned figure, and her face was extremely gentle and kind when she smiled. , it can be seen that there is toughness in the softness, and the man on the right attracts a lot of attention, with handsome and majestic features, a deep mark on his forehead, a strong and majestic body, wearing a dark green robe, with his hands behind his back, and his momentum is soaring! Since he entered the pavilion directly, he was undoubtedly the distinguished guest of Shangchen Sect. Ningyuan of Ziwu Sect was afraid in his heart. Although he did not understand why one of the two people wanted to put pressure on him, he did not dare to look away.
However, before he could disperse his spiritual consciousness, Qi Boxhong directly formed his spiritual consciousness into a sharp shuttle and stabbed it with a sneer. The two foundation building disciples under the eaves and beams by the lake only heard the Supreme Elder's scream of "Ah" , he put his head in his hands and threw it on the table. When he hurriedly walked up to check, he was already bleeding from all his orifices. It was so miserable!
Others only thought that he was too blatant in using his spiritual consciousness to explore the mysteries, and he met a person with a bad temper, so he was taught a lesson by the other person, but they did not know that Qi Bochong did it intentionally.
"What's wrong?"
Qu Yitang was standing beside Qi Bochong, so he could slightly feel the fluctuation of consciousness at that moment. As for the other people in the pavilion, it was not because they were not at a sufficient level. , that is, his spiritual consciousness is relatively slow, and Qi Bochong, as a leader in soul cultivation, has particularly clever methods, so naturally no third person knows about the changes here.
“There’s a bedbug staring at me with all my might.” He didn’t move his lips and just replied through sound transmission.
"Is it related to the Shadow Insect?" Qu Yitang brought Qi Bochong here just for this matter. Seeing this, he couldn't help but ask.
“That man has the aura of the shadow bug on his body, but it is relatively light. He should have contracted it when he took over the delivery.”
“That’s it, the two people who sneaked into the ancient land before He is a mortal raised by the Ziwu Sect, and that person may be a visitor from this sect."
After only a few brief exchanges, the people sitting in the pavilion had already taken the opportunity to look at the two of them clearly, and Taoist Kong Gu had seen them before. Qi Bochong was even dumbfounded by his secret soul-searching skills. Now that he saw him coming here, he couldn't help but be confused.
As for the remaining monks, they never knew Qi Bochong’s identity. They only saw that he was strong in true energy and stood beside Qu Yitang with a calm expression that was neither humble nor arrogant. He was probably regarded as the Supreme Elder of Chongxiao Sect. figure.
Then he is a monk named Fenxuan!
Having seen Qu Yitang's ability to defeat Shi Hui all at once, he and others always had a special kind of awe when facing people from Chongxiao Sect, especially Qi Bochong, who looked at him with piercing eyes. He even felt his heart trembling. Even though he was Fenxuan, there was no one who dared to immediately ask questions in the banquet.
The host of today's birthday banquet, Zhuwu Taoist Kao Ying, stood up and greeted him: "Master Qu is coming in person, it's hard to welcome him from afar!"
"This is..." He was just right. The ground showed two points of doubt, but there was no sign of rejection.
Qu Yitang spread his jade hands and said with a smile: "This is Taoist Taoist Brother Qi Bo Chongqi, the Supreme Elder I sent. He came here uninvited today just to taste Taoist Taoist Zhuwu's jar of cold-year wine. I hope fellow Taoists don’t blame me.”
Second update to come
(End of this chapter)