Chapter 109 Lingxiang Visits the Ancient Bamboo Forest Again
The disciples were extremely happy to have obtained the magical treasures and instruments. They returned to their respective courtyards and now each had their own direction for practice. They were no longer like headless flies, only practicing by rote.
Although you need to know most of the spells and formations in cultivation, you still need to learn some skills to save your life. This is a story for later, so let's put it aside for now.
The murder of an outer disciple has been on the agenda recently. Now the disciples have been issued proper weapons. Regardless of who the murderer is, they can use them for self-defense.
Inner disciples and direct disciples have also been assigned to night duty in recent days. Now that they have become formal disciples of the Yuanqing Sect, they naturally have to bear corresponding responsibilities. Each disciple takes turns patrolling, and the disciples who joined earlier lead the new disciples together, which can be considered as cultivation.
After Lingxiang left that day, she didn't return to Xianyunju for two or three days. Long Qi asked around, but couldn't find her even within the sect. Xinyi knew she was out, but she had no idea where she'd gone. This woman's thoughts were turning inexhaustible, and it was hard to tell what she was planning right now.
Ren Dong had been able to get out of bed and walk for the past two days, but after seeing him, Master Fu Yin still told him to rest more and not rush into cultivation. While it wasn't a particularly powerful demonic poison, it was still a demonic poison, and if he didn't recover properly, it would have numerous consequences for his future.
The days passed peacefully, but Shangqing Zhenren knew that this was only the calm before the storm. A storm was about to come, but he didn't know where the wind would come from, which made him feel a little uneasy.
If there was anyone else missing from the sect, it was Shoucheng, the disciple of Qianyuan Zhenren. No one knew where he had gone. His fellow disciples in the same room had disappeared as soon as they got up, and even after searching for a long time, they still couldn't find him.
However, Master Qianyuan was not worried about losing his disciple. Even when his disciples reported it to him, he did not show any anxiety on his face. He just said that the child had grown up and would come back after a few days of fun, so there was no need to worry.
All the disciples were puzzled. Although Shoucheng was not the eldest disciple under the master, he had been practicing Taoism with the master since he was a child. Although he was a bit strict with the master on weekdays, they were like father and son. Now the master was so calm, which was really strange.
Qian Yuan Zhenren was so calm, he must have known where he was going. That day, he was sitting in meditation when a Taoist talisman flew into the hall. He took it and saw that it was a sound transmission talisman.
The sound transmission note is not an uncommon object, but what is rare is the way it is drawn.
Ordinary sound transmission notes are quite standard and are used to pass on sounds and leave messages, but this sound transmission note was obviously written by Lingxiang. Not to mention how casually and sloppily the note was drawn, even the stroke at the end was changed into a circle.
In Lingxiang's words, this way her words can be conveyed more clearly, so that her senior brothers won't be unable to hear clearly due to their age, which would be bad if they misheard.
When Zhenren Qianyuan saw the talisman, he knew that Lingxiang must be in trouble. He just smiled and twisted his finger to wipe away the ending circle, then twisted his finger again to activate the sound transmission talisman - it was late at night, they were on top of a high mountain, and in an empty hall, if he really activated the talisman directly, I'm afraid Lingxiang's voice would resound throughout the mountain.
As soon as the sound transmission talisman was activated, the voice was indeed much quieter than the last time when Shangqing Zhenren spoke, but it was still like a street vendor's hawking. I don't know where Lingxiang got such a loud voice from, she really didn't sound like a girl at all.
The talisman began to burn from the top, and the sound of spiritual incense echoed in the hall: "I think Second Brother hasn't fallen asleep yet. I'm sorry to bother you. I have to go to the ancient bamboo forest now, and I need Shoucheng's help. I will return it in one piece soon, so don't worry or get angry."
As soon as he finished speaking, the yellow talisman burned out, turning into ash and dispersing. Upon hearing this, Qian Yuan Zhenren could only smile helplessly. Now that he had received this sound transmission talisman, he was afraid that Ling Xiang was already in the ancient bamboo forest. Even if he was planning to pursue her, could he still fly after her on a cloud? Not to mention the long journey, even if he did reach the place, he would be helpless against the ancient bamboo forest's formation.
Zhenren Qianyuan once again concentrated his mind and held his breath, sitting quietly on the mat, pretending that nothing had happened.
Shoucheng, meanwhile, was meeting the great god Zhou Gong when he was suddenly pulled up and, before he could even react, his mouth and nose were covered. He initially thought he had encountered robbers, but suddenly remembered that he was already a Taoist. What kind of robber would be so foolish as to rob his Yuanqing Sect?
But when he looked carefully, he saw the spiritual fragrance, which made him terrified - the robbers were certainly not scary, but the scary thing was the person in front of him, even a robber would have to retreat.
How could this little girl not have any sense of gender distinction and actually run into his room in the middle of the night! ?
Not to mention that he is only wearing a piece of clothing now, and there are other male disciples in the compartment. Even if they are cultivators, they can't just ignore it like this, right?
Lingxiang sighed and said, "I have something to ask you to accompany me. It will be too late if you are late. I have already informed your master. Hurry up and put on your clothes and follow me."
It's okay to take a walk, but if he wants to put on his clothes, you should stay away from him.
Shoucheng could only hear Lingxiang urging him like a thief. He wrapped himself in the quilt and struggled hard to break free from her hand.
"If there's anything you need, just let me know. I'll definitely help. But could you please step aside so I can put on my clothes?"
Lingxiang blushed when she heard that, then turned around and walked behind the screen, muttering something about how she had never seen it before, or that a real man should not be fussy about trivial matters.
As soon as the two of them left the gate of Yuanqing Mountain, Shoucheng grabbed a handful of soil and threw it away. With a flick of his hand, he and Lingxiang stood outside the ancient bamboo forest.
But Lingxiang didn't play the jade flute this time. Instead, she told him to wait here, saying that a goblin would come to take him away in a moment. As she spoke, she walked into the bamboo forest on her own.
Shoucheng was very surprised. What could have happened that required her to come in the middle of the night? And what made this little nun not even have time to wait for the goblin to come and guide her?
After about half an incense stick of time, the sound of rolling was indeed heard in the bamboo forest. The two goblins handed over the lantern and led Shoucheng into the formation.
After walking for a while, the darkness in the formation dissipated, and they saw the courtyard of the old man with a bamboo stick, but the courtyard was empty, and there was no trace of Lingxiang and the other person.
Shoucheng was confused and asked the goblin beside him, but the goblin pouted and asked Shoucheng to follow him, then rolled away on his own.
Shoucheng followed all the way, and after walking to the back of the house and turning several corners, he saw Lingxiang and the old man with a bamboo stick squatting on the ground in an open space. He didn't know what they were doing, and they kept mumbling, as if they were discussing something.
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