Chapter 364: Compassionate Appearance

Guyan Market is located in the desert. The roads in the market are paved with sand and stone. Chen Donghai took Li Yuanjiao for a while, and heard the shouting and selling all around. Looking up, there were people everywhere.

Li Yuanjiao walked this way, and told Chen Donghai the news of Li Xuanfeng's Foundation Establishment. Chen Donghai's face looked a little better, but his tone had a taste of being taken for granted, replying:

"Xuanfeng has been different from ordinary people since he was a child, and his talent is the best among all brothers. Foundation Establishment is also as it should be."

The two walked for a while, Chen Donghai's face had returned to normal, pointed to the noisy crowd around, and explained:

"Although the Guyan Desert is full of sand and soil and not very nourishing, it produces a large amount of spirit objects and minerals. Cultivators from all directions are crowding here, so the Fetal Breath cultivators in this market far exceed Guanyun Peak."

He looked left and right, his voice getting lower and lower, gradually changing to magic power transmission:

"In the final analysis, the Jin Yu Sect has slight control over the temples and clans under its rule, and registers loose cultivators to balance the struggles between loose cultivators, so most low-level cultivators can live steadily, and the number is several times that of Qingchi."

Li Yuanjiao looked at the spirit and energy of the people around him, nodded, and also replied:

"But the number of Zifu, Foundation Establishment, and Qi Refining in the Qingchi Sect is the highest in the Yue Kingdom. In fact, for Fetal Breath cultivators, the resources they create are far less than letting them annex and then killing a batch regularly..."

"In this way, the incompetent will naturally give way to those with ability and talent, and good resources will not be wasted on mediocre people."

The Li family has been mixing under the Qingchi Sect for so many years, and has extensive connections, naturally seeing through the fire. Li Yuanjiao continued:

"In the same territory, small clans of Fetal Breath and Qi Refining scattered like stars, can only plant one kind of spirit rice, and have to rub, dispute, and fight with each other. How can they compare to a Foundation Establishment family with organization and high cultivation."

His gaze swept over the small stalls at his feet, sighing:

"But I have to admit that the Qingchi Sect's sect system, clan system, and means are all more brilliant and cold, more complete and secret... to grow from a small sect on Qingchi Mountain to the behemoth it is today."

Chen Donghai was silent, and the two tacitly changed the subject in this oppressive atmosphere. Li Yuanjiao frowned and said:

"Uncle Donghai, I brought a bottle of 【Small Clear Spirit Qi】. This is the most common thing, but I haven't seen anyone selling it... Why is this?"

Chen Donghai pointed to the yellow sand everywhere, explaining:

"【Small Clear Spirit Qi】 needs to collect spiritual energy in deep mountains and high ridges. In this desert, naturally, this thing cannot be collected. Since ancient times, there have been many alternative methods. Now most of them use 【Small Quicksand Qi】 to replace it. Most of them don't use this thing in cultivation. It is not only rare but also cheap..."

Chen Donghai explained, Li Yuanjiao suddenly realized, and the two found a shop to hang the 【Deep Blue Blade】, exchanging it for fifty spirit stones.

Although this thing was a pair of magic treasures and was a middle-grade Qi Refining, it was a pity that the curved blade double knives were too rare. After discussing a few rounds, they only exchanged for a mediocre price.

Li Yuanjiao accepted these spirit stones, and his heart relaxed:

'No wonder most Qi Refining cultivators use Fetal Breath magic treasures. These fifty spirit stones are enough for ordinary Qi Refining cultivators to work hard to collect Qi for more than ten years without cultivating. If they cultivate and buy resources, this time will have to be doubled... Forty years for a magic treasure... how many forty years are there!'

He took out the demon cultivator's big hammer captured by Li Qinghong, a low-grade Qi Refining, which was only worth thirty spirit stones, and then sold the remaining Fetal Breath magic treasures, plus Li Qinghong's nine, almost making up a hundred spirit stones.

【Small Clear Spirit Qi】 was cheap and rare here, so Li Yuanjiao had to put it away. Chen Donghai took six spirit stones and stuffed them into his hand, barely making up the bulk, and there was still a gap of ten-plus spirit stones.

'Xizhi said in the letter, although Yuan Tuan could give some spirit stones, it is really not worth it to owe a Foundation Establishment favor for these few spirit stones.'

He packed up his things, the two walked out of the market together, driving the wind in the vast desert. Li Yuanjiao hesitated for a moment, and said to Chen Donghai:

"Are there any ways to earn spirit stones in the desert?"

Chen Donghai pondered for a moment, replying:

"There are some, but most of them waste a few years of time, and they can't make up the ten-plus spirit stones."

Li Yuanjiao had to give up, handed the few pills on his body to Chen Donghai, and whispered:

"Uncle Donghai, how is the 【Golden Yang Jinyang Huangyuan】?"

"It's already eighty percent."

Chen Donghai took out a jade emerald bottle from his storage bag and replied:

"It will take another year or half a year, and this Golden Yang Jinyang Huangyuan will be ready!"

"Good."

Li Yuanjiao praised, and answered:

The two said some parting words, Li Yuanjiao promised to worship Li Tongya for him, and drove the wind away.

…………

Linghai Commandery.

The Yu family of Linghai is a long-standing family. The disciples in the clan cultivate in various fairy peaks in the Qingchi Sect. The branches in the clan each support different fairy peaks, and even fight against each other, fighting for power and profit.

In the empty city, the streets and alleys are clean, and there is no one in the streets. Only in the main hall at the highest point of the city, there are faint voices coming, and it is actually several Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Yu family, standing in a row very awkwardly.

The clan heads of these branches never meet, and even when discussing family affairs, they send people to pass messages. Now they all fall into this empty city, full of respect, dressed differently, standing quietly.

Sitting high on the main hall in front of them is a black-robed monk, holding a belly like a six-month pregnancy, full of oil, laughing loudly, stopping from time to time, and taking a few deep breaths.

"Is the Dharma Master satisfied?"

The oldest elder standing at the very front of the Yu family crowd smiled and asked, and saw that Lord Murong Xia laughed and replied:

"Satisfied! Very satisfied! Your family is the most generous. You came up with 16,000 people. Your Yu family has the most wisdom, not clinging to this flesh and blood."

"Hahaha, as long as the Dharma Master is satisfied! As long as the Dharma Master is satisfied!"

The lonely wind shuttled through the empty streets, making a whistling sound. This Yu family old man laughed, very satisfied in his heart, secretly thinking:

'This is the one who will become Jinlian Mohe! If it weren't for the interest exchange between the fairy and the release, how could it be a character that our Yu family can reach? Now that he hasn't become Jinlian Mohe, it's great to earn a favor, isn't it happy?'

So the kind smile was more enthusiastic, and he asked again:

"Is this city enough for the adult to use? If it is not enough, I will find some people with great blessings, wash them clean, and go to the Dharma Master's belly to enjoy happiness."

This monk lay half-lying on the golden seat, humming a few syllables. The belly, like a six-month pregnancy, was full of purple-blue marks on the exposed belly skin. He laughed:

"No need, no need! 106,756 people are enough. If there are more, I am afraid that my blessed land will be blown up."

He groaned twice, as if he was uncomfortable in his belly, and it took several breaths before continuing:

"Since I practice kindness and joy, I will no longer take the incompetent path of pity. Now that I have attained the Dao, I will immediately become Jinlian Mohe! After that, I will take back the cultivation I accumulated in my previous life and go further!"

This Dharma Master was naturally the Dharma Master Lord Murong Xia who passed by the Li family in those years. Now he has walked for more than ten years, eating all the way, and has walked to Linghai Commandery, holding his belly and sitting on the upper seat, smacking his lips, shouting:

"The old monk is going to realize! The old monk is going to realize!"

The Yu family naturally congratulated him, and saw blood flowing from under Lord Murong Xia, turning over, as if adjusting his posture, shouting:

"Yi!"

"Bang!"

The big belly exploded with a bang, releasing bursts of strange fragrance, releasing one after another colorful light. The sound of wind, luxurious silk and bamboo, and the laughter of men, women, old and young in the belly suddenly became intense, right in the ear.

Among the bleeding various internal organs, a baby jumped out of Lord Murong Xia's belly, growing with the wind, and in a moment it had the appearance of seventeen or eighteen years old, neither male nor female, yin and soft and compassionate, with six arms behind and in front, each holding a magic treasure.

The body was a piece of golden powder, falling down with his actions, and immediately turned into children of all sizes, cheering and jumping, running around on the ground.

The Yu family saw this weird scene, panicked in their hearts, and retreated repeatedly. This neither male nor female thing turned back, fished out Lord Murong Xia's motionless body from the ground, like eating a cucumber, and swallowed it in four or five bites.

"Good taste."

This voice flowed like water, echoing in the Grand Void. There were congratulatory sounds from the Grand Void, and cultivators from various sects and factions in the north and south came to congratulate. Lord Murong Xia stood proudly, standing quietly in Linghai Commandery.

Lord Murong Xia's gaze moved, and he was about to say a few big words, but the Grand Void in front of him was torn apart abruptly. A man in white broke through the air, holding a sword in his arms, quietly looking at him.

This man's face was hidden in the fog, and his features could not be seen clearly, but Lord Murong Xia stopped abruptly, unable to speak for a while, and the congratulatory sounds in the Grand Void disappeared. The world was silent.

"Shang... Shangyuan..."

Lord Murong Xia was neither male nor female, and a trace of fear flashed extremely abruptly on his compassionate face. The fourteen slender hands also lowered one after another.

Shangyuan True Person just held the sword, stared at him coldly, and said softly:

"Return to Yan Kingdom."

Lord Murong Xia was arrogant just now, but suddenly dumbfounded, withered like a deflated ball, turned into the size of an ordinary person, and drilled into the Grand Void without a word, disappearing.

The remaining Yu family members were still kneeling on the ground trembling. Shangyuan True Person did not even look at them, and also escaped into the Grand Void, leaving an empty city, and the two huge footprints in the empty city.

"Hoo!"

The Yu family wiped their sweat, looked at each other, snorted coldly, and dispersed.

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Yuting Mountain.

Li Qinghong bid farewell to Li Yuanjiao and only cultivated on Yuting Peak for a period of time, only to feel that the 【Long Sky Danger Sparrow】 in her body was restless, her heart was depressed, and her cultivation was slow.

"How can this be?"

She laid the long spear in her hand horizontally, raised a doubt, and pondered:

"Could it be that there are demon cultivators somewhere in the family, or there is blood Qi somewhere, affecting this talisman Qi of mine...! It may also be that I haven't fought happily for too long... These years, the fighting has been clean and neat, and the outcome has been decided within a few moves."

Everyone has their own path. Li Qinghong was not destined to cultivate quietly. She had to fight and kill the enemy, and blood-stained spears could make it easier to advance. Now, bit by bit, she had been cultivating on Yuting Mountain for almost ten years, so it was naturally slower and slower.

"Offended that monster, Mount Dali cannot be entered at will, and the monsters on Wangyue Lake are mostly in the dark currents at the bottom of the lake, difficult to find..."

She was worried about the family, and could not go too far, just sitting on Yuting Mountain, holding the spear and watching the morning glow, but heard a noise, and her ears were full of the creaking sound of stepping on snow.

"Aunt!"

Li Xijun stepped on the snow, bowed, and said in a deep voice:

"A monk came from the lake and built a shed at the foot of the mountain to cultivate."

"Monk?"

Because of Li Tongya's matter, Li Qinghong hated monks the most in her life, so she frowned, gripped the spear, and said coldly:

"What cultivation?"

"Should be a monk."

Li Xijun replied, his eyebrows raised, fearing that Li Qinghong would be impulsive, and immediately added:

"Aunt, this person came south as a mere monk, thinking that all reliance is there, please Aunt be cautious, and don't take risks."

"I know it myself."

Li Qinghong gripped the spear, her almond eyes opened slightly, and replied:

"But I can't let him sit high at the foot of this mountain. What if he is waiting for Brother Jiao to return? You send someone to ask, why this bald donkey came to the door."

Paused, Li Qinghong added:

"Does Lijing know? Prepare to operate... suppress this evil."

"The Clan Head already knows."

Li Xijun nodded in understanding. The two went to the array disk of the array hub. Li Qinghong pressed her slender hand on the array disk, and with the help of the array disk, she explored, and sure enough, she saw a monk sitting in the grass at the foot of the mountain.

This monk was in a brown robe, with wide sleeves, receiving ring scars on his head, his face round, small eyes and thin eyebrows, not ugly, but really not atmospheric.

He sat cross-legged, with a Zen staff on his knees, the copper rings hanging down, his eyes closed tightly.

Li Xijun gave the order, and after a while, the array moved slightly. An Siwei carried a spear and walked up with full vigilance, whispering:

"I am An Siwei of the Li family... I don't know why the Bhikkhu... came from afar, can you give me some advice?"

This monk opened his small eyes and opened his mouth:

"The little monk is Kongheng of 【Liaohe Temple】 in Yan Kingdom, hoping to see the Peak Master of Yuting Peak. Please trouble the Daoist to invite me."

An Siwei had already received Li Xijun's instructions before going down the mountain, so he nodded and asked:

"I don't know what advice Master Kongheng has, reveal one or two, and I will go up the mountain to invite."

Kongheng bowed his head and said warmly:

"The little monk has no malice, but it is the guidance of the release path, the opportunity is here, so I came from ten thousand miles away to wait for the Peak Master here."

An Siwei naturally could not return empty-handed, and asked a few more questions. The monk repeated these few sentences, so he had to withdraw up the mountain and report the words.

Li Qinghong had always had no good feelings for the release cultivators, shook her head when she heard it, and replied:

"I don't know the background of this monk, and I won't beat him to death. If he wants to wait, let him wait. In addition, send someone to the Xiao family to ask what the background of this 【Liaohe Temple】 is."

The two nodded and went down. Li Qinghong's cultivation was difficult to advance, so she took out the two secret methods in the "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Art" and studied them silently.

"Peak Master, this person first raised the banner of treating diseases, but the people in the town were once harmed by Lord Murong Xia and had lingering fears, so no one paid attention to him."

"This monk didn't care, and now he is living in a hut at the foot of the mountain, cultivating alone!"

Li Qinghong put away the jade slip and said softly:

"How did the Xiao family say?"

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