"This... is this... a priceless treasure, right?"
"Is there such a thing?"
"White Bone Longevity Mountain, that’s exactly such a treasure," said Ji Ji Cao.
This ti, the one sighing with regret wasn’t Ji Ji Cao, but all the other mbers.
One mission, and you can draw an incense stick, how co the High Priest has so many good treasures?
"Everyone, the Buddha energy has been fully absorbed, and my task has been taken over by Ji Ji Cao and Zhimajiang. I have nothing else to say. If any of you has sothing to say, you can step forward and speak a few words, if not, today’s gathering will end here."
It was everyone’s first ti gathering at the City God Taoist Temple, the sense of unfamiliarity was still present, so none were willing to speak up. Therefore, Zhou Xuan had no choice but to wave his hand and said, "Then the gathering ends here. If you encounter difficulties in the future, you can seek out Si Yuer or Li Chengfeng, or directly call upon in the Blood Well,
let us look forward to the next eting."
Zhou Xuan lowered his head, the figures of the other mbers in the Taoist temple grew dimr until they completely disappeared.
...
Li Liuyun jumped up from the sofa and paced back and forth in the office, excitent barely contained.
"That’s White Bone Longevity Mountain."
She walked from the left side of the office to the right, and then from the right to the left, never stopping her steps.
"Knock! Knock! Knock!"
The door of the office was knocked.
Li Liuyun didn’t open the door because she hadn’t put on her attire. She lowered her voice, using a man’s voice, and asked the person outside, "What’s the matter?"
"Boss, today at the tropolitan not only is the storyteller telling stories, but Bai Guang will also be there to support, and it’s said Bai Guang will humble herself, she is not the headlining singer,
she... is there to warm up the crowd for the storyteller.
Warming up is the first act, getting the atmosphere heated, usually done by small singers or actors,
but Bai Guang’s fa in Mingjiang Prefecture is huge now, her songs are played in all major malls, her hit songs are played on the radio, she is popular all over the streets and alleys of Mingjiang Prefecture City.
Such a singer with this kind of identity and status would warm up the stage for an obscure storyteller? What kind of magic does that storyteller have?
But Li Liuyun didn’t want to rack her brains over this, she said, "The heavens rain, the mother marries, the tropolitan does their own thing, let them. I don’t want to guess what dicine Gu Ling is selling in the gourd."
"Boss..."
"Do your own thing well."
Li Liuyun rebuked.
"Yes, boss."
After the assistant left, Li Liuyun sat on a leather chair, her long straight legs propped up on the desk, happily thinking, "Ah, White Bone Longevity Mountain..."
This Forbidden Tattoo Map occupied all her thoughts, what Gu Ling, what Bai Guang, what the storyteller from Ping Shui Prefecture, they were all just insignificant specks of dust, none as captivating or grand as the ’White Bone Longevity Mountain’...
...
Zhou Xuan left the Secret Realm and said to Yun Ziliang in the shop, "Lao Yun, you can’t guess, in my Blood Well Society, there are actually Mingjiang clansn, they all walk the Yin Hall."
"Then you’re quite lucky, aren’t you."
Yun Ziliang heard this and tossed a peanut into his mouth, chewed, and said, "You’re different from others, you haven’t even reached seven incense sticks, and you comprehended the Star Law, and it’s the third realm. To continue improving the Star Law, just relying on comprehension is indeed not enough,
comprehending the Secrets of Heaven and Earth, that’s all sothing for after seven incense sticks, but the Yin Hall can help you."
"They cultivate the Law?"
"Their clan’s deity is the Evil God, and what the Evil God comprehends is the Law."
Yun Ziliang said, "If you can connect with a clan cultivating the Star Law, with your insight, you might take it to the next level."
At this point,
Yun Ziliang continued, "But it’s also interesting, the Blood Well blesses the human world, all major secret clans received more blessings, so many of the Blood Well Spirit Communicators are from deep mountain tribes,
the Hundred-Eyed High Priest in Peng Town is also a Blood Well Spirit Communicator, I reckon there’s still a Spiritualist in the Tree Clan."
Speaking of the Hundred-Eyed High Priest,
Zhou Xuan said, "Hundred Eyes, Wansese Realm went to the Capital Mansion to rally people, ca to deal with , I don’t know if they succeeded."
"You kid still wish for others to deal with you?"
Yun Ziliang stood up and walked outside the shop.
"Where are you going?"
"To play mahjong."
"Don’t you want to hear about where Xu Jingchuan is?"
"Seeing you so smug, you must have found so clues from the clans, right?" Yun Ziliang, now so close to Zhou Xuan, could naturally guess his thoughts.
He said, "I’ll play a few rounds of mahjong and co back to go to the tropolitan with you to listen to the story."
"Alright then."
Zhou Xuan replied.
Yun Ziliang had just left, when Huang Xi walked in right afterward.
"Oh, Boss Huang, you’ve finally co."
Zhou Xuan took out two Green Robed Buddha tattoos from behind the counter.
One of the tattoos had faded colors, the pattern was chaotic and unsightly—this tattoo’s Buddha energy had been divided by the mbers of the Blood Well Society, lost its spiritual nature, naturally becoming today’s graffiti.
The other tattoo, the pattern was very clear, and the Buddha energy was strong.
Zhou Xuan handed the intact tattoo to Huang Xi.
Huang Xi took one look, then hurriedly rolled up the tattoo, and said protectively, "Don’t let the Buddha energy scatter."
After rolling up the tattoo, she clasped her hands in thanks and said to Zhou Xuan, "Young Master, this tattoo is too valuable, the cost is rely our Huang Family n finding information for you, this ti our Huang Family got a big advantage,
just as well, there’s a bit of news, I should give you a heads-up as compensation for the Young Master’s loss."
"What news?"
Zhou Xuan asked.
"In the six old mountains of Mingjiang, there is a great spirit monster called King Xishan."
King Xishan’s na Zhou Xuan had heard from Sister Cui, he was Hu Sanyaye from the Hu Clan, who had defected from the Hu Clan, established his own territory, and crowned himself ’King Xishan.’
"Isn’t that the elder of the Hu Clan?"
"You also know he’s the elder of the Hu Clan?" Huang Xi asked.
"Yes, Lao Yun told a few days ago." Zhou Xuan attributed this to Yun Ziliang, covering for Sister Cui.
"Mr. Yun is knowledgeable, mountain spirits and ghosts, folk tales, feng shui divination, incense fire cultivation, he’s omniscient."
Huang Xi continued, "This King Xishan, for many years, has been obsessed with cultivation, attempting to rank in the Immortal Class of the Heavenly Do as a spirit monster, but it’s said that since yesterday, he woke up, unknown what his intentions are."
"Young Master, I must say, the current Mingjiang Prefecture, is more dangerous than during Hong Bo’s ti... The Zoroastrianism is gearing up, Alien Ghost Covering Star is still thinking about avenging her brother Qunxing, it’s said you displayed great might, cutting off one of Gong Zheng’s incarnations,
in such a ti, King Xishan’s sudden awakening is probably not a good on."
Hearing this, Zhou Xuan asked, "Boss Huang, I want to ask, King Xishan, what incense fire?"
Asking about King Xishan’s incense fire level, Huang Xi was more reliable than Sister Cui.
After all, Sister Cui was only forty years old, and hadn’t even seen this third brother of the Hu Clan, besides Hu Sanyaye who had long defected from the Hu Clan, even the people of the Hu Clan didn’t know his current level.
"Only one step away from ranking in the Immortal Class."
Huang Xi said wistfully...
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