Wen Jiong ca and went in a hurry, quickly disappearing into the deep forest.
Lu Zheng and the two won exchanged smiles, not caring about the grudges in the Netherworld, and returned to Taohua Village, where Lu Zheng personally prepared a sumptuous dinner.
They stayed overnight at Taohua Village.
...
Early the next day, Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan flew back to Tonglin County, just in ti for Renxin Hall to open for business.
Liu Qingyan and Du Yueyao were chatting and laughing while consulting patients in the hall, while Lu Zheng was preparing to go ho.
But just as he reached his doorstep, he saw a paper crane wobbling down from the sky.
"Hmm?"
Lu Zheng reached out to catch the paper crane in his hand. With a slight sense, he knew it was a paper crane communication technique commonly used by the White Cloud Temple.
The ssage was from Daoist Mingzhang, asking him to return to Shaotong Mountain because Daoist Yuting had co and wanted to play chess with him.
Lu Zheng was speechless.
Although Daoist Mingzhang's cultivation had surpassed that of Daoist Yuting, his chess skills had not improved. Now that Daoist Yuting was visiting, Mingzhang summoned Lu Zheng.
So Lu Zheng didn't go ho, instead, he rose with the clouds and monts later arrived at the summit of Shaotong Mountain.
Today was a sunny day, and on the snow-covered mountaintop, Daoist Mingzhang and Daoist Yuting were seated on either side of a stone chessboard.
"Master! Daoist Yuting!"
Lu Zheng landed gracefully and bowed to the two elders.
Daoist Mingzhang nodded, not giving up his seat imdiately, but smiling at Daoist Yuting and asking, "How about it?"
"Good temperant! Good Dao Practice!"
It had been a long ti since Daoist Yuting last visited, and at that ti, Lu Zheng couldn't fly yet.
Seeing Lu Zheng descend from the sky, Daoist Yuting couldn't help but feel that the younger generation had surpassed the old.
Lu Zheng scratched his head, "Daoist, you give too much credit. It's mainly because my master taught well!"
Seeing the two cups beside them were empty, Lu Zheng naturally picked up the teapot, only to find it was cold. So he used his True Qi to warm it, and steam soon emanated from the spout.
Filling the two cups, Lu Zheng sat at the side, glanced at the chessboard, and asked Daoist Yuting, "Daoist, where have you been wandering in the past year or two?"
Daoist Yuting placed a piece, "I traveled a few paths in the southwest, worldly matters are like smoke, yet the mundane world is quite interesting!"
"What's interesting? Though the world is vast, when you say you're exploring the mundane world, it's just a cursory glance, many matters are similar experiences." Daoist Mingzhang placed a piece in response, "Observing broadly is not as good as specializing deeply."
Daoist Mingzhang said.
Daoist Yuting nodded, "Makes sense."
Daoist Mingzhang stroked his beard and smiled, "Of course, it makes sense."
Daoist Yuting placed a piece, "You should tell that to those seniors who wander the mundane world."
Daoist Mingzhang smacked his lips, then looked down at the chessboard, speechless.
Wandering the mundane world, living reclusively, settling in one place, these are all matters where each side has its reasoning, debated endlessly without resolution.
Because many have achieved greatness through these practices, and it's impossible to determine a winner. Therefore, what's suitable for oneself is the best.
So Daoist Mingzhang advised a bit, rely fulfilling his duty. But now he was troubled about how to break Daoist Yuting's killing move on the chessboard.
If he couldn't, he would have to concede in at most ten moves.
"If you don't concede within eight moves, I lose," Daoist Yuting said calmly.
Daoist Mingzhang was imdiately angry, "I calculated ten moves, yet you say eight? Are you underestimating ?"
"I must hold out until the tenth move!"
...
Then by the fourth move, Daoist Mingzhang played more and more slowly, and by the seventh, he couldn't continue.
Daoist Yuting leisurely picked up his tea cup, took a sip comfortably.
"Ahem!" Daoist Mingzhang blinked and coughed twice.
Lu Zheng resignedly said, "Master, you've co this far, I can't help anymore."
Daoist Mingzhang, "..."
Conceding the ga, Daoist Mingzhang said, "All you know is playing chess."
Daoist Yuting laughed heartily, picking up chess pieces while saying, "It's my only hobby left, can you stop from playing chess? Co, Lu Zheng, let's play. Don't hold back."
Lu Zheng switched seats with Daoist Mingzhang, took the white pieces first, and placed a piece at Tianxing.
...
After a long, intense battle, a small win by one point.
Daoist Yuting shouted with enjoynt and then dragged Lu Zheng to play another ga.
By the ti the second ga ended, it was 7 p.m., and the sky had already darkened.
"Not bad, not bad, it's still comfortable to play chess with Lu Zheng!" Daoist Yuting laughed heartily.
Just then, Yuan Ning, who had just reached the mountain top and was waiting at the side, stepped forward and said, "Master, dinner is ready."
"Let's go, the weather is cold, let's have a cup of hot wine to warm ourselves." Daoist Mingzhang said as he got up.
"Alright, let's go!" Daoist Yuting also stood up.
...
After arriving at the back hall of White Cloud Temple, Daoist Mingzhang and Daoist Yuting took their seats, with Lu Zheng accompanying them at the lower table.
"Senior Brother Yuan Jing isn't here?" Lu Zheng asked.
"He went to Tushan Collection..."
Daoist Mingzhang's face suddenly changed as he spoke.
"Senior Brother?"
"Ghost Qi!"
"How bold! Dare to act on the grounds of White Cloud Temple!" As Daoist Mingzhang finished speaking, his figure disappeared.
Lu Zheng's eyes shifted, and Daoist Yuting said, "You go first, I'll be right behind you."
Lu Zheng nodded, his figure flickered, and he was already high in the air.
From above, he saw ghostly qi surging skyward in the forest below the mountain, and a white cloud qi was guarding the center, slowly moving towards White Cloud Temple.
The white cloud qi, though it seed to sway and thin, was actually dense and concentrated, with extrely high real defensive power.
However, the ghost qi was cold and grim, with yin qi swirling, not sothing ordinary ghosts could match. Under its erosion, the white clouds drifted, trembling and unstable, seemingly unable to hold on for much longer.
At this mont, Daoist Mingzhang had already reached the mid-air battlefield, and suddenly a White Cloud Hand Seal appeared out of thin air, grasping down towards the yin qi below.
"Daoist True Man!"
A hoarse, surprised voice rang out, yet there was no retreat or escape. Instead, the yin qi surged, transforming into countless grim sword qi, one side shooting towards the cloud group in the center of the battlefield, the other directly rushing upwards, using quantity to pierce through and dissipate the White Cloud Hand Seal.
"How bold!"
Daoist Mingzhang couldn't help but be furious.
Although this ghost's cultivation was not weak, it was definitely not as strong as him. Yet, seeing him appear, it still dared to continue attacking Yuan Jing.
It's simply courting death!
Daoist Mingzhang snorted angrily, his fingers changed, and a Flying Cloud Evil-breaking Curse targeted the ghost's black light, swiftly shooting down.
"Ah!"
The Flying Cloud Evil-breaking Curse shot into the yin qi, directly seeking the ghost's body.
The ghost uttered a miserable cry, destabilized as cloud qi entered its body, then urgently casting a spell, splitting into seven and hiding within the yin qi.
Still, it surrounded itself with clusters of yin qi, resisting Daoist Mingzhang above, while its main body, like a serpent, burst forth with original yin qi, transforming into countless Ghost Seals, directly piercing the cloud group, wailing and howling, intent on eroding the cloud group completely.
It was determined to oppose Daoist Mingzhang, even at the cost of its own life, to kill Yuan Jing!
What feud? What grievance?
At this mont, the central cloud group was already faltering under the impact of the yin qi, and Lu Zheng dared not delay any further, decisively taking action, instantly appearing on another side of the ghost, waving his hand with several Flowing Cloud Demon-Slaying Spells.
This ti, the ghost finally showed shock.
"There's another one?"
"Dare to attack a disciple of White Cloud Temple, prepare to die again!"
Lu Zheng and Daoist Mingzhang combined their forces, a larger area of cloud qi enveloped all around, dozens of Flowing Cloud Demon-Slaying Spells and Flying Cloud Evil-breaking Curses descended, neither of them holding back, directly dispersing the yin qi.
"Ah!!!"
The ghost wailed miserably, still wanting to use its last power to attack the cloud group.
Unfortunately, Lu Zheng and Daoist Mingzhang wouldn't give it that chance, strands of innate cloud qi unfurled, directly striking it until its soul scattered.
"Is it dead?"
"No, it's not dead!"
Lu Zheng frowned, surprisingly only a few dozen strands of Light of Fortune were gained.
Daoist Mingzhang's eyes tightened, "It turned out to be a ghost with the Soul Splitting Technique, and this split soul wasn't even important."
"A formidable ghost!"
The Soul Splitting Technique, with its pros and cons, wasn't a widespread technique, Lu Zheng had only ever seen Ye Lan King use this technique before, and they managed to defeat it by splitting the soul's strength with Xin Zhanting.
But...
This ti it must be a formidable ghost, how did Yuan Jing provoke this figure?
Turning back, Lu Zheng saw the cloud qi at the battlefield dissipating, revealing Yuan Jing and another figure, supporting each other.
"Senior Brother, are you injured again?"
Yuan Jing frowned deeply, anger surging, "I'm not injured, it's Senior Brother Yuan Ye who's injured!"
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