Chapter 275

The scripture-lecturing master of the Bai Yu Forest, Monk Wanfa Jing Shi, has a four-purification cultivation and practices "Stone-Carrying Suffering". His strength is comparable to a dragon and elephant, and he is not easy to deal with.

Especially knowing that he is at a dead end, this monk uses all his strength in every move, looking like a mad demon.

But fortunately, the Western Sichuan Sword Pavilion has always been prepared for this four-purification demonic monk. There are at least two Golden Cores on duty here at all times, and there is often support.

Today was a coincidence. The two Golden Cores on duty watching the second realm were the two elders Tanbai and Huqing from the Biyun Nunnery, and the one who came to sweep and support today happened to be the contemporary eldest senior sister of the Biyun Nunnery, known as the "Female Flying Bear" Wu Mei.

The three came from the same sect and cooperated well. They immediately formed a sword array, firmly trapping Monk Wanfa Jing Shi in it, and finally killed him without danger, destroying both his body and spirit.

Wu Mei suffered minor injuries, which were not serious. Huqing's flying sword was hit and he had to go back to recuperate well. Because Tanbai himself had injuries that had not yet healed, Wu Mei and Huqing deliberately took care of and covered him, so he didn't suffer any injuries.

In addition, there are young geniuses. Even if they are in the second realm, several people working together can stop a Golden Core demonic monk. For example, Bai Long and Zhaoli stopped a Golden Core.

And when the three Golden Cores of the Biyun Nunnery were free, it was simple to turn back and clean up these demonic monks.

As for the other Xuan Sect disciples, they mainly focused on receiving stones and protecting the mountain. Those small demon lords of the first and second realm could run if they wanted to.

When the outside finally settled down, everyone remembered that the earth only shook violently at the beginning. Later, although they could still hear the lion's roar, no other major movement came out.

And in that stone mountain, the lion's voice also stopped, and it had been quiet for a long time. Is it that Yunlai Sanren has already subdued that lion monster?

Everyone finished their work and gradually surrounded this stone mountain.

"Yunlai?"

Wu Mei called out loudly.

"Roar—"

Responding to her was a lion's roar.

Wu Mei's expression changed drastically. She immediately sacrificed her magic sword and wanted to rush in. The two children who learned that Cheng Xinzhan had come also panicked and hurriedly wanted to go in and take a look.

"Daoist Tuo Yan, don't worry, I am fine."

Immediately after, Cheng Xinzhan's voice came from inside.

Then, everyone saw a white light leap out. After stopping in the air, the light converged and turned into a male lion with green mane and white hair. The lion was the size of a water buffalo, majestic and dignified. On the lion's back sat a Daoist cross-legged, who was Cheng Xinzhan.

Seeing this, Wu Mei smiled, put away her sword, and teased,

"Good for you, Yunlai. We were busy and hard-working outside, but you went to collect a mount."

Tanbai flew closer. He was very knowledgeable. He circled around the lion, clicked his tongue in wonder, and said,

"Yunlai, you are indeed lucky. This lion is not simple. Green mane and white hair, golden eyes and indigo pupils. This is the favorite spirit beast of the Tibetan Mohe Sect. If you take it to Tibet to sell, I dare say that the masters there will pay any price."

Wu Mei and Tanbai, one after another, had already recognized for the Western Sichuan Sword Pavilion that this lion monster that ran out from under the stone mountain belonged to Cheng Xinzhan.

Cheng Xinzhan felt a bit ashamed in his heart. He concealed and calculated, but these two friends were sincere.

But if he was a villain, he was a villain. The mountain lord was of great importance, and he really couldn't be too careful. If it were truly made public, even if these friends didn't have any ideas, I'm afraid they wouldn't have the right to decide the ownership.

Cheng Xinzhan replied,

"I did see that this monster was majestic, so I had the idea to take it as a mount. I hope you will forgive me."

Wu Mei waved her hands repeatedly and said,

"Yunlai is too polite. If you hadn't come today, this lion monster would have escaped, and we wouldn't have been able to deal with it for a while. It is we who should thank you."

At this time, the two children saw Cheng Xinzhan and came to his side, one on the left and one on the right, and said,

"Master."

The Shishan Lord looked down at Zhaoli and was a bit surprised.

Cheng Xinzhan smiled and nodded,

"You two are not bad."

Afterwards, he looked at Wu Mei again and said,

"You guys probably still need to clean up here for a while, so I won't disturb you with the children."

The meaning of Cheng Xinzhan's words was also very clear, that is, he had obtained the lion monster mount and was satisfied, and didn't want anything else.

This time, he caught up with the lion monster's escape, and the demon lords took advantage of the chaos to flee. They all ran out, and the entire Bai Yu Forest was clean. Logically speaking, he contained the lion monster, which was also a great achievement. He should share the benefits from the killed demon lords and the benefits in the stone mountain, not to mention that the two children were still fighting.

Wu Mei felt it was inappropriate, but Cheng Xinzhan didn't say anything more. He shook his whisk, and the lion under him had green clouds rising from its four hooves. It also supported the two children, and carrying Cheng Xinzhan, it flew away, disappearing in an instant.

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And after arriving near the Western Sichuan Sword Pavilion, Cheng Xinzhan realized that it was a bit inconvenient to live in the Sword Pavilion now.

This lion was too big and inconvenient to move. In addition, the Sword Pavilion was after all the territory of the Xuan Sect. If a high-level person of the fourth or fifth realm came one day, the lion's origin would probably be seen through.

He thought for a while and felt that it was better to open a separate cave dwelling in Xikang. And it couldn't be a place with many people and eyes like White Dragon Flag Mountain or Yanhuai Mountain. Even if it wasn't for the lion, it would be more convenient for him to practice and close-door cultivation sometimes.

Moreover, just now he only tried a little bit, and he tested the lion's extreme speed. It was similar to his own Yang fire sword escape, and three points faster than the Lihuo sword escape. As long as it was in the land of Xikang, it didn't matter which mountain he was on.

After a little thought, he remembered a place, by the Dadu River, where he had refined the Wind-Catching Net. It was cold and hot, with Yin and Yang, which was suitable for opening a mansion.

And when he thought he had to refine the net many times, he also set up a mountain-protecting array with Purple Zi Zi Huo Lan Tao Sha there. Later, he succeeded in collecting wind and dew once, and then went to the Baihe Sword Pavilion, forgetting to collect it. Now it seems that it is also a predestined relationship, which can be considered as occupying the land in advance.

Yes, that place is about the same distance from the Baihe and Western Sichuan Sword Pavilions. Wherever there is any danger or any major demon-killing event, it is convenient for him to rush over.

"Bai Long, you go into the Sword Pavilion and pack up the things in the room. We will open another mansion to live in. If Renying is there, tell him too, explaining that there is no other meaning, just that I have been practicing magic recently and the movement is loud, so it is more convenient to live outside the pavilion. I will tell him the new address of the mansion."

Having made up his mind, Cheng Xinzhan ordered Bai Long. The dog was careful, and he was better at doing these things than the cat.

Bai Long took the order and drove the wind down.

At this time, there was no one around, and the lion opened its mouth and said,

"This child of yours is called Bai Long, but there is no dragon blood in his body. It is this girl who has dragon blood, the blood of a Suanni."

The lion suddenly spoke, which gave Zhaoli a big fright, and she looked at the lion in surprise.

The cat was surprised, but the lion was even more surprised, guessing in his heart what kind of person the Daoist on his back was. The magic he performed could summon such an unheard-of and unseen lion saint, and the boy beside him actually had the blood of a Suanni.

And what kind of divine beast is a Suanni? In legend, it is the descendant of the Eastern five-clawed golden dragon and the Western lion palace lion mother, and what flows in its body is also extremely rare and noble lion blood.

At this moment, the spirit of this snow lion mountain lord restrained itself by three points.

Cheng Xinzhan heard what the lion said and smiled. He was willing to release kindness to this somewhat nervous lion and explained,

"He is a white dog from Miaojiang. His figure is good, and he is as agile as a dragon when climbing mountains and crossing ridges, so people there call him that, and I just call him that too.

"As for dragon blood."

Cheng Xinzhan looked at Zhaoli and said again,

"I don't think this is very important. Among the flood dragons and snakes today, which one doesn't have dragon blood? It can be called rampant, but there are few who can make a climate.

"And looking at the creatures of the world, those who can multiply and continue from the beginning of ancient times to the present, counting up to the ancestors, are all great powers. Don't you have demon saints like the Heavenly Dog, Panhu, and Huodou among the dogs?"

The lion heard this and stopped making a sound.

And Zhaoli was also very intelligent, knowing that these words were not only for the lion to hear, but also for herself to hear. She looked at Cheng Xinzhan, bowed, and said,

"The child understands."

Cheng Xinzhan nodded and closed his eyes to rest on the lion's back.

Not long after, Bai Long came back and said to Cheng Xinzhan,

"Master, the things have been packed up. In addition, Pavilion Master Yan asked me to bring a message, saying that the Xinggu Hermitage will always be left empty for Master. Whenever Master wants to come back to live, you can come back at any time. In addition, he will pick an auspicious day another day to go to Master's new mansion to congratulate on the relocation."

Cheng Xinzhan nodded, pressed the whisk on the lion's back, and the lion understood, so it drove the clouds and flew.

Not long after, the green clouds drifted to the mountain shrouded in colorful clouds. He knew at a glance that the array he had set up had no traces of being moved. Instead, the Purple Zi Zi Huo Lan Tao Sha was entangled with the colorful poisonous clouds here, giving birth to some different changes, making the magic array more powerful.

He decided to open the mansion here.

He pointed for the lion to land on the east slope and came to the place where he had set up the furnace to refine weapons. The terrain here was flat, and there were many springs. With living water, it was suitable for settling down.

He got off the lion's back.

The lion didn't know if it was not used to the new environment or not used to the new identity, and seemed a bit restless, tossing its four hooves and digging sparks out of the rocks, saying sullenly,

"The top of the mountain is cooler, I want to go to the top of the mountain."

Cheng Xinzhan nodded after hearing this,

"Go yourself, just don't go too far."

The lion didn't expect him to agree so readily, and thought he had misheard. It didn't move for a while, and then seeing Cheng Xinzhan looking over curiously, it was convinced that the Daoist was not joking, so it stepped on the air with its four hooves and flew to the top of the mountain.

The lion flew to the very top, fell into the accumulated snow, and felt the wind and snow blowing in its face. The feeling that had been missing for thousands of years returned, and it couldn't help but open its mouth and let out a long roar.

"Roar—"

The lion's roar exploded on the top of the mountain, which naturally triggered an avalanche, and the accumulated snow fell like a heavenly waterfall.

"Keep your voice down, don't bury the mountain."

Cheng Xinzhan's words came from the hillside.

When the lion heard this, it was like a fish bone stuck in its throat, and it immediately stopped its voice.

However, this gentleman had escaped, and the resentment of being imprisoned for thousands of years was also vented when the seal was broken. Although he didn't end up well, the sullen energy was dissipated, so he felt quite comfortable at the moment, so he lay quietly on the snow and looked into the distance.

And after Cheng Xinzhan waited for the avalanche to pass, he began to tidy up his new home.

First of all, these poisonous springs emitting smoke must be cleaned up. He handed this errand to Bai Long and Zhaoli. Bai Long can regulate the earth veins, and Zhaoli can clean up the poisonous smoke. They are good at doing this.

As for Cheng Xinzhan himself, he began to build the cave dwelling.

The place he picked was a flat gentle slope on the hillside of the east slope. The lush hot springs were also on the outer edge. There were no suitable steep cliffs, so it was not suitable to be lazy and chisel holes in the mountain wall like the Wuyou Cave and the Balcony Residence.

It's time to build a temple.

But this couldn't stump Cheng Xinzhan. His Primordial Spirit cultivation started from contemplating palaces and temples. He was extremely familiar with the construction of palaces and temples. Building a Daoist temple for three people and one lion to practice in could only be said to be easy.

He started immediately, cutting stones and felling trees.

He was not in a hurry. While regulating the earth veins, removing smoke and poison, and building palaces and temples, he was also adapting to local conditions, improving the array, and considering these three things simultaneously. After all, he intended to live in Xikang for a long time. This was to build a Daoist field, and he couldn't be too sloppy.

It took a full half a month, and seeing that the prototype of the Daoist field had appeared, Cheng Xinzhan stopped.

Now, after the hard work of him and the two children, the appearance of this mountain could be said to have changed greatly.

First of all, the hot springs were clear. Cheng Xinzhan counted them. Just on this flat gentle slope, there were sixteen hot springs. The hot spring pools were not large, the small ones were six or seven feet, and the large ones were two or three zhang.

These spring waters were clear to the bottom, and the spring hearts were bubbling with water, without smoke or poison, only curling water vapor steaming, which looked very pleasing.

These spring eyes guarded a small Daoist temple. The Daoist temple had only two floors, with a small courtyard behind it. In the courtyard, there was a green pine that was originally there. In addition, there was a steaming hot spring and a ground pit fire pond emitting fire light that were enclosed.

Although the Daoist temple was small, it looked very ancient and atmospheric.

And the mountain-protecting array took a lot of Cheng Xinzhan's thought. The fire poison, earth poison, and gold poison underground were all extracted by him, forming poisonous clouds and smoke shrouding the mountain top. In this, he refined peach blossom miasma and cold light miasma, which gathered the five elements.

In addition, he sent the cool snow mountain spiritual energy from the top of the mountain here, so the geothermal heat rose and the cold air sank, which formed a pattern of drawing Kan and filling Li, with Yang rising and Yin descending.

This foundation was very good. If it is regulated in the future, the mountain-protecting array of an ordinary small sect would be nothing more than this.

At this moment, outside the Daoist temple, Cheng Xinzhan saw the completion of the Daoist temple and watched the flow of Yin, Yang, and Five Elements of the array, nodding with satisfaction.

"Master, it's time to take a name."

Zhaoli pointed to the blank plaque on the Daoist temple and said.

Cheng Xinzhan nodded. Zhaoli's reminder was right. And it was not just the name of the temple. The Daoist field had been completed, so this mountain was a place with an owner. He also had to make a mark for this mountain to remind passing practitioners not to land at will, break into the array, and harm their lives.

He thought for a while, sacrificed his flying sword, first looked at the mountain top, then found a suitable stone wall above the mountain-protecting colorful clouds, where people coming and going could see it. He used the flying sword to carve five large cloud-script characters on the stone wall:

"Kanli Mountain Blessed Land".

Immediately, he withdrew his gaze and flying sword, and looked at the plaque of the Daoist temple again. As for the name of the Daoist temple, well, it was simple. He raised his flying sword again and wrote three cursive characters like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing,

"Guanxuan Temple".

(End of chapter)