Wuling Sect.

The remaining two foundation-building monks sat beside the table and chairs, holding a chess piece in their hands.

"Ancestor Feng of the Yuanling Sect is dead."

"It is said that he died because he failed to break through the golden elixir."

"Even the mountain gate has been sealed now." The foundation-building monk holding the chess piece sighed: "In fact, this is not the case at all."

The green-robed Taoist priest on the side looked surprised. He had just come out of seclusion and happened to catch up with his senior brother looking for him.

But he didn't expect it to be such a big deal.

Ten years ago, the ruins of the Blood Spirit Palace appeared. The foundation-building Yin Shen, the leader of his family, took his disciples there. The disciples came back, but the senior brother, the leader, never returned. Now only the two senior brothers are left to suffer.

Support the sect.

I still don’t know if the disciples of Qi Refining Dzogchen will be able to build the foundation in the future.

Building a foundation is difficult.

There is no foundation-building pill. The worse the spiritual root, the smaller the chance of foundation-building.

The sect scraped together here and there, and together with the old man, he was able to scrape together 10,000 spiritual stones, and then went out to buy a foundation-building pill that was priceless and unmarketable.

It not only depends on the person's face, but most of the time you can't buy elixirs even if you have spiritual stones in hand.

The elixirs were monopolized by the sect, and those that escaped would be quickly bought by the immortal cultivating family.

They live in a remote rural area with two or three big cats and kittens, and with the help of the entire clan, most of the time they go there with high hopes, and then return disappointed.

Now the head brother has become a living dead again.

It's been ten years and I still haven't woken up. It will probably be difficult in the future.

Without the help of the Foundation Establishment Pill, it would be a narrow escape by just relying on one's own strength.

The better ones can still retain their physical bodies, but more are blown to pieces.

Every time he cleans the cave of a disciple who wants to build a foundation by his own strength, he feels his hands shaking.

I don't even dare to show such a scene to other disciples, for fear that they will lose their courage.

"Senior brother, please don't sell it. What's the truth?"

Taoist Qingpao no longer thinks about it.

No matter how difficult it is, at least they still have the support of these two brothers.

Moreover, the death of the Yuanling Sect ancestor is actually good news for them.

Their sect was originally weak, and their senior brother was seriously injured and unconscious. If the Yuanling Sect attacked in a large scale, they would not be able to defeat Feng Ji, who was at the peak of his foundation building.

"The high sect came to investigate the monks' interference in the secular world. Patriarch Feng of the Yuanling Sect was beheaded."

"Beheaded?"

The Qingpao Taoist's pupils narrowed slightly, this news was really shocking.

A thought that could kill someone at the peak of foundation building came to his mind, 'Golden elixir?'

"Senior brother, could it be that the person who came here is Jin Dan Zhenren?" Qingpao Taoist asked.

"Senior brother, I don't know about this. This news just came out not long ago."

The Taoist with his beard hanging down shook his head slightly. He didn't know the specific situation.

The Yuanling Sect closed the mountain too quickly, and the information was sealed relatively promptly, so this is all that was found.

While the two were talking, a disciple who was at the tenth level of qi training stopped at the door and saluted: "Old Ancestor, there is a letter from Senior Brother Chen who is going to Liangdu."

The two-bearded Taoist opened the letter sent using the messenger talisman.

After looking at it, his expression flickered, and his expression changed several times in a while.

"Junior brother, look." Taoist Liangbeard said, pushing the letter in front of Taoist Qingpao.

"Three Spiritual Root Qualifications? That's a good thing."

"The High Sect, Wanfa Sect..."

The space is limited, and all recorded are key things.

Originally, they could wait until they got back to talk about this matter, but seeing that the senior cultivator from Wanfa Sect praised Wen Peng, Chen Dong quickly sent the information back after careful consideration.

"Ancestor, there is a monk from outside the door."

"A foreigner, who can he call himself?"

"It is said that he is from Wanfa Sect, but he is a law enforcement disciple of Wanfa Sect, and his name is Ding Xie."

The Taoist with two beards looked stern and then looked at the junior brother beside him.

Taoist Qingpao also widened his eyes: "It can't be him, right?"

"Please."

"Forget it, let's go and invite him." The two-bearded Taoist stood up quickly.

"Senior brother, why does he come to our sect?"

Taoist Qingpao hurriedly grabbed his senior brother: "Isn't it someone from the sect who interfered with the secular world?"

The two-bearded monk said: "Don't scare yourself. We have always restrained our disciples. It must be because of other things."

Even so, neither of them actually knew what was going on.

In a short time, the two of them had arrived at the gate of the sect.

"My friend Zhao Guangchen of the Wuling Sect has met the senior sect of the Shang Sect."

"I am Su Xu from the Wuling Sect, and I have met the senior sect of the Shang Sect."

"You two fellow Taoists are very polite. I am a law enforcement disciple of Wanfa Sect, Ding Xie, and I have met fellow Taoist." Ding Xie bowed his hands in salute. He is not a person who likes to show off. Seeing others treat each other with courtesy, it is even more difficult to behave arrogantly.

Zhao Guangchen, with his beard hanging down, cupped his hands and said, "I wonder what your friend is here for?"

"It's a long story."

Both of them are human beings. As soon as they heard Ding Xie's words, they knew what the other wanted to discuss: "Fellow Taoist, this is not the place to talk. Come on, please come in."

Until the reception hall.

"The shabby little sect really doesn't have anything to entertain." Zhao Guangchen nervously picked up the tea cup.

They are usually reluctant to drink this spiritual tea, but they are afraid that others will look down upon it.

He is really from a small sect and doesn't know the nature of the disciples of the big sect.

Those who build the foundation of strength are all disciples. It can be seen from a glance at the strength of Wanfa Sect.

Ding Xie drank tea generously and praised: "Good tea!"

Zhao Guangchen let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, at least this high-ranking monk looked good now.

Su Chen next to him kept winking at his senior brother.

"I don't know about Gaomen..." Zhao Guangchen asked Ding Xie's purpose of coming.

No matter whether the other party is here to raise an army to investigate or to abduct Sanlinggen disciples, they must know at least one thing.

"That's right, I heard that the leader of your sect, Zhenren Yinshen, was damaged?"

Zhao Guangchen and Su Xu looked at each other.

Not many people know this news, but Ding Xie is a disciple of Wanfa Sect and is here to perform a mission. How did he know about this?

Even if you know it, that's all. Why would the other party come to mention it?

"Fellow Taoist, our Wuling Sect is a small family and a small business, but we abide by our duties and never interfere with the ordinary world."

"Senior brother, the leader, is not the kind of person who would violate the teachings of our ancestors."

"There must be some misunderstanding."

Ding Xie was stunned by Su Xu's words, and then he smiled and waved his hands: "You have misunderstood. There is indeed nothing about your Five Spirits Sect on the sect's roster."

"I'm here because your leader is unconscious."

"That's it." Su Chen smiled awkwardly.

Zhao Guangchen took over the conversation to avoid further embarrassment for his junior brother: "To be honest with the high school, the ruins of the Blood Spirit Palace were opened ten years ago. My senior brother..."

Tu Shanjun inside the banner looked at the two foundation-building monks of Wuling Sect, as if inspecting them.

I don’t know how good they are at teaching their disciples, but they seem to be a bit petty.

It may be due to the ancestral teachings of the sect, the acquired character, and the fact that he has not seen big scenes.

But both of them are cautious.

At least you won't make a mistake by doing nothing.

He also watched Wen Peng grow up, and was a close disciple to Tu Shanjun.
To be continued...