Chapter 822: Ye Zijin

Although there were people in the ancient realm who swallowed ancient Foundation Establishment Grass, became Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, called the wind and rain in the ancient realm, recruited people, and temporarily formed small forces to snatch resources.

There appeared a little-known Great Perfection of Qi Condensation who counter-killed Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, becoming famous for a while.

There appeared a female cultivator who was drugged by sacred land cultivators, a male cultivator who saw injustice and defeated the sacred land cultivators, and the male and female cultivators went to the clouds and rain together. After the end, the male cultivator felt guilty, and the female cultivator only said it was an accident, but actually gave birth to feelings.

There appeared a series of situations such as sacred land cultivators fighting secretly to compete for the position of heir.

But these had 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 didn't go anywhere.

Actually, it was mainly Xinding who was afraid of attracting attention. Yu Youlan, as a Saintess, was not afraid of being coveted. She stayed in the inner hall to accompany Xinding.

The Red Firmament Ancient Realm closed, and everyone automatically left the ancient realm.

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

"I only found one ancient Foundation Establishment Grass." Xinchen took out a Foundation Establishment Grass. This was found only when the third day was about to end.

"It's already very good to be able to find Foundation Establishment Grass. Put it away." Zhikong comforted him with two sentences.

"I didn't find Foundation Establishment Grass, but a piece of ghost essence fell when I was transcending ghosts."

"The quality of this piece of ghost essence is good, and it can buy two Foundation Establishment Pills."

"I found one."

"I found two."

"I found six." The martial monk of the Great Perfection of Qi Condensation said, and after speaking, he looked at Xinding provocatively. He was the one who previously proposed that the old martial monk teaching the new martial monk was a tradition.

"Actually found six!"

"So amazing."

Sighs sounded one after another in the Wu Seng Courtyard.

"Junior Brother Xinding, what about you?" The martial monk asked casually. He hadn't seen Xinding in the ancient realm and concluded that this kid must have been scared and hid, and had never gone to find Foundation Establishment Grass.

Xinding hesitated for a moment, always feeling that this senior brother seemed to be provoking, but it didn't seem like it.

He took a handful of ancient Foundation Establishment Grass from his arms and said slowly.

"I found ten."

"Ten?"

"How is this possible?"

Everyone was surprised, even Zhikong was a little surprised. Finding Foundation Establishment Grass was not just a matter of luck; it must also involve snatching. Xinding was only at the 7th layer of Qi Condensation; how could he snatch from those at the 9th layer of Qi Condensation and the Great Perfection of Qi Condensation?

Just when everyone was surprised and envious, the crowd not far away became restless. It was Yu Youlan running towards this side.

"Little monk Xinding, I'm leaving first. We will meet again!" Yu Youlan winked at Xinding and showed a playful smile.

This time it was not just the Wu Seng Courtyard; all the cultivators who came to participate in the Red Firmament Ancient Realm were surprised. Yu Youlan had never shown such an intimate attitude to anyone!

What happened to these two in the Red Firmament Ancient Realm?!

Xinding recited an Amitabha, not understanding why everyone's reaction was so big. Everyone was a monk; shouldn't they regard female beauty as pink skulls?

……

Western Heaven Temple, Abbot's Courtyard.

The black and white chess pieces on the chessboard were distinct. The old man with a tall stature and a gorgeous cassock half-draped over his shoulders held black pieces with an expressionless face, and the old man wearing coarse cloth and linen held white pieces with a smile.

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

The old man in coarse cloth and linen was not surprised by the result of the chess game: "Senior Brother Master Ming Yu, you are too anxious in playing chess."

The old man in the gorgeous cassock was the Abbot of the Western Heaven Temple, Master Master Ming Yu, and the other was a hidden master of the Western Heaven Temple, Master Minghuai, who swept the Scripture Depository.

"You are right. I have always felt uneasy recently, feeling that something big is going to happen." Master Master Ming Yu sighed. He could only say this to Junior Brother Minghuai.

"Big thing?" Master Minghuai didn't understand what big thing they could encounter in the Western Heaven Temple.

"I can't say what it is, I just have this feeling." Master Master Ming Yu shook his head. He had practiced Zen all his life and had a certain premonition about things in the dark, especially about the Western Heaven Temple.

"But it is also possible that I have been impatient in my cultivation recently, and my state of mind is a bit unstable." Master Master Ming Yu smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Speaking of the state of mind problem, it is not just me alone. Do you know a person named Ye Zijin?" Master Master Ming Yu remembered another thing.

"I have heard of him. I heard that he is causing chaos everywhere in the Buddhist Kingdom, building temples, forging Buddha statues, and promoting pseudo-Buddhism?" Master Minghuai didn't care much about things outside.

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

Master Minghuai smiled indifferently, but it was a small matter: "What can be annoying about speaking? It seems that the younger generation's cultivation is not enough."

Master Master Ming Yu nodded: "I think so too. That's why I haven't managed Ye Zijin, hoping that the elders can realize their shortcomings through this way and cultivate their state of mind."

Master Minghuai picked up the broom, got up, and said goodbye: "I won't talk anymore. A thief has entered the Scripture Depository, I'll go back."

……

On the first floor of the Scripture Depository, a sneaky figure was looking for something.

"Hehe, you junior are quite bold, stealing things to this Scripture Depository."

The figure was startled, not expecting that he would be discovered.

He looked back and saw an old man sweeping the floor at the end of the corridor, who didn't know when he appeared here.

"Goodbye!"

The figure turned and ran.

"Young man, don't be in a hurry to leave. Why don't you play a game of chess with this old man?"

The figure's expression flickered, and he saw a chessboard placed in front of him, and the old man sweeping the floor sat opposite him.

"Are you Ye Zijin?" The old man sweeping the floor had turbid eyes, but he saw through the figure's identity at a glance.

"Yes." Ye Zijin knew he couldn't run, so he had to honestly accompany him to play chess.

The two chatted while playing chess.

"To be able to cultivate to the mid-Integration stage at such a young age, and 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 place a piece without regret."

"This old man is old, willing to nag a few more words."

"Senior, what are you talking about? It is the junior's blessing that the senior can teach the junior."

"There are not many young people like you who are willing to listen to this old man. In Go, layout determines the pattern; in life, planning determines the future. You have gone astray and joined the Congwendao Sect. The sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore. It is still time to turn back now……"

Seeing that Ye Zijin was polite and not as annoying as the rumors, the old man sweeping the floor wanted to persuade him a few more words.

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

The old man sweeping the floor was stunned. He loved playing chess and had never lost. He didn't expect that he would lose to a junior today.

It was just a game of chess, and the old man sweeping the floor didn't take it to heart. He stroked his beard and laughed: "Old, old, useless."

Ye Zijin hurriedly apologized with a smile: "You are still young." ===== CHAPTER 823 =====