Chapter 186 Ghost Buddha (4)

"No matter what, the most important thing right now is the Ghost Buddha."

Zhenren Dingjing did not comment on the remarks of Bai Zhen and the others. He raised his hand slightly and pressed it down. Hundreds of cultivators in the audience unconsciously lowered their voices under this pressure, gradually fell silent, and all looked at him.

Only Bai Zhen seemed unconvinced. However, he simply glanced between Master Ding Jing and Dong Dai, then obediently shut his mouth and waited for Master Ding Jing's next instructions.

With his divine sense, Ding Jing Zhenren could clearly tell the cultivators' spiritual energy with just a glance. "Your exploration team has consumed too much spiritual energy. The most urgent task is to replenish it. The area in Tianjie is currently being used as the center of the forbidden formation. Lord Ding's alchemists have borrowed the teahouses in the houses to make elixirs. You should go and get the elixirs and refine them quickly."

His voice was low, and his eyes were raised steadily, looking at the restriction through the pale golden ripples. Everyone turned their heads and saw that beneath the dark clouds, the bloody rain was gradually drawn into the sky-high vortex, gradually converging into an even greater tornado.

Zhenren Dingjing's long beard flutters like an immortal, moving without wind, showing his infinite majesty.

"Next, I'm afraid it will be a fight to the death."

The monks followed the requisitioned waiters from various teahouses as they headed to various teahouses to collect their elixirs. These waiters were quite interesting, instinctively throwing off their rags and launching into a flurry of solicitous offers. The waiters at the Buyehou and Wangyouke teahouses were particularly aggressive, glaring and shouting at each other as they led their customers on their way, seemingly oblivious to the magnitude of the situation facing Longlan City.

Indeed, over the years, aside from natural disasters like the Fei Yi beast, the states under the Six Alliances had experienced no major wars. Even the mortal Great Yan Dynasty unified all the northern tribes thirty years ago. The occasional appearance of evil cultivators and ghosts only required the intervention of a few immortal cultivators. Currently, Longlan City had gathered nearly five hundred Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Stage cultivators. In the eyes of ordinary mortals, they were likely to be able to resolve any anomalies with their presence.

However, they did not expect that the righteous monks who had not fought a major war in their own country for tens of thousands of years and had not fought against the evil spirits across borders had also relaxed their minds like ordinary people. They turned to seeking the truth wholeheartedly and had no intention of fighting against the evil spirits. There were many monks in the six alliances.

Therefore, although the situation of the ghost Buddha was so terrifying, the monks subconsciously relaxed their minds, chatted and followed the waiter away.

The shouts of the waiter in the teahouse gradually faded away, and the monks who had gathered together left. However, Rong Ma hesitated and wanted to stay, but Bai Zhen, who was walking at the end, patted him on the shoulder and held him down.

"Fellow Daoist, you should quickly go get the elixir and circulate your Qi. The other Daoists in this city are not good enough for fighting. Even if you are only in the early stage of the Golden Core stage, you are still a force to be reckoned with."

Bai Zhen's words were harsh, but Rong Ma had long heard of the way the Fenhua Society monks spoke, so he wasn't angry at all. He glanced in the direction of Jiang Yujie and Dong Dai before Bai Zhen put his arm around his shoulder and led them to the Buyehou Teahouse.

Zhenren Dingjing withdrew his gaze, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked over to Jiang Yujie. Seeing Jiang Yujie crouching on the ground beside Dong Dai, completely disregarding his status, he thought for a moment before reminding her, "Lord Ding, why don't you transfer Dong Dai to the City Lord's Mansion for further diagnosis? Besides, with the sudden onset of unusual symptoms, you absolutely must be present at the City Lord's Mansion to ensure everyone's peace of mind."

After saying this, Master Ding Jing recalled Lu Gu's slovenly appearance, covered in sweat and with his hair pulled down. He paused and continued to persuade him, "Even if we don't go to the City Lord's Mansion, without you there, the alchemists will have to use up their furnaces if something goes wrong."

When Jiang Yujie heard that the furnace would be wasted, he jumped up and shouted, "That won't do. Those are ancient furnaces that I collected with great difficulty! Let's go!" He flicked his fingers and a stream of light hit Dong Dai. Dong Dai's body immediately disappeared, and in her place was a crystal clear round bead, which was held in Jiang Yujie's palm.

Master Ding Jing suppressed his laughter and continued to ask, "Friend Dong Dai..."

Jiang Yujie transformed into a gentle breeze, leaving behind only the words, "Dong Dai has the Guling Pill; she won't die." Even his presence completely dissipated before Master Ding Jing. He was probably at the teahouse, supervising the alchemist's refining.

Zhenren Dingjing twirled his long beard with satisfaction.

Jiang Yujie, a powerful cultivator in the Void Refinement Stage, didn't choose the nickname "Ding Gong" himself, but rather a nickname coined by Tian Miao'er, the Palace Master of Xinghai Palace. Because Jiang Yujie was madly obsessed with Ding Lin, he even spent a thousand years confirming that Ding Lin no longer existed. He then turned his attention to collecting the furnaces of ancient alchemists who were said to have once possessed Ding Lin.

This was a significant expense. To buy the furnace, he borrowed money from everywhere, becoming incredibly poor, even poorer than a sword cultivator. Even before he could even create a single pill, dozens of people reserved it to pay off their debts. Sometimes, he didn't even have any pills left. Seeing a creditor, he would use the Face-Changing Pill to disguise himself and avoid them.

One time, the Palace Master of Xinghai Palace came to him to collect a debt. Seeing that his face had changed after taking the elixir, but he did not change his clothes, he laughed and said, "You are so good, Jiang Yujie. You know you have to hide from your debts, but you are not even willing to cover up the Dinglin pattern on your clothes? If you meet a living Dinglin, you will be Gao Taigong under the throne of Emperor Dayan!" He was referring to the story that the eunuch Gao Taigong regarded the birthmark of Emperor Antai of Dayan as a good omen, and embroidered it all over his clothes to win Antai's great joy and reuse.

This incident happened to be witnessed by Cankunzi, the leader of the Exorcist Sword Sect, and Hui Zige, a literary cultivator of the Fenhua Society, who had come together to collect the debt. Hui Zige laughed out loud and wrote it down, which was then passed on to the anecdotes of the Fuwen Tower, with a self-comment attached: "I deeply agree with what the Palace Master said, but I am afraid that Grandpa Gao is far inferior to Grandpa Ding!" From then on, the righteous cultivators gradually began to refer to Jiang Yujie as Grandpa Ding.

Jiang Yujie did not feel ashamed, but proud, and accepted it with peace of mind.

Zhenren Dingjing still laughed to himself for a while, then slowly walked away, looking at the panicked monks on the wall of Longlan City and the ferocious vortex gradually approaching the wall of Longlan City. His face became serious, but there was still a smile in his eyes.

He deliberately slowed his pace, and no one noticed him at all. He walked past the small vendors trying to take advantage of the chaos to make a few spirit stones, children carrying bamboo baskets on their heads, and exhausted monks, as if he were strolling through a still painting.

Whether old or young, mortal or monk, they all had the same dazed expression, staring blankly at the dark sky oppressed by dark clouds.

There, a ball of light, almost blinding in the darkness, flew towards Longlan City. Behind the light, a surging wave of blood was rapidly approaching and pouring down!

On the crest of the waves stood a man in black monk's robes. He strolled leisurely along the crest, as if following a white light, heading straight towards Longlan City.

"...It's been brought here," a monk murmured, his voice filled with confusion.

So, if you want to do something, be the one who stands outside the chessboard. His choice is not wrong.

Zhenren Dingjing stood behind the crowd and watched coldly.

First, from the perspective of the monks of Longlan City~