Chapter 384: The Two Chongming Immortals, Old Friends
Old Ghost Xiao looks like a wealthy man, somewhat well-off, with kind eyes and a gentle demeanor. When he smiles, the wrinkles on his face come together, giving him a sense of magnanimity that comes from an old age.
Liu Ben sat next to Gong Mengbi, winked at him, and whispered, "This is Old Ghost Xiao, a sixth-grade cultivator, who is now the most valued by King Linchuan."
The main reason Liu Ben wanted Gong Mengbi to stay was because Old Ghost Xiao had already threatened Xima Mountain's status. Although Xima Mountain was backed by a sect and its leader was also a sixth-rank cultivator, it was still not as good as a sixth-rank Taoist who could personally serve and command them.
If Gong Mengbi could stay, he would be able to surpass Xiao Laogui and become the head of the Owl Pavilion.
Gong Mengbi took a look and his heart skipped a beat. He inexplicably felt a sense of crisis. He looked down at the back of his hand, and the hairs on it had stood up.
Gong Mengbi’s cultivation to this point is largely due to the Tongtian Method.
Now that his Yin Spirit is traveling day by day, turning from virtual to real, the Tongtian Method has become a part of him like breathing, just like the eyes can see, the ears can hear, and the nose can smell. The Tongtian Method has been integrated into his Yin Spirit, and his senses are operating with his gaze, his exploration, and his perception, which has a sense of divine enlightenment.
Therefore, although this old ghost Xiao seemed to be of the sixth rank and had suffered a loss silently at his hands, Gong Mengbi felt the danger.
A danger that made his hair stand on end.
Gong Mengbi's expression remained unchanged, but his gaze had already moved away from Xiao Laogui.
Old Ghost Xiao seemed to have sensed something. When he turned around to look at Gong Mengbi, he had already followed Liu Ben's introduction and looked at the people from Chongming Pavilion opposite.
Old Ghost Xiao didn't see anything special, so he looked away.
Liu Ben said, "Master, you don't need to worry about the others in Chongming Pavilion. There are only two you should be careful of. One is Yang Dongwei from Qionglong Temple, a direct disciple of Master Shi Dafa, the Taoist Tiezhu. He should not be underestimated. The other is Monk Yujin, the head monk of Hanshan Temple and a disciple of Master Pobi."
Yang Dongwei is a young Taoist priest with a fair and clean appearance and a naive and pure look in his eyes. He does not look like a monk, but more like a rich young man who has not experienced the world.
Monk Yujin was completely different from him. This young monk had a cold and hard face, and it was obvious that he was not approachable. He was not polite at all when he looked at the people in the Owl Pavilion.
Both of them are sixth-grade practitioners, have learned from famous masters, and now work in Chongming Hall.
In addition to these two people, there are also many talented monks in Chongming Pavilion, much more than in Chixiao Pavilion.
The people of Chongming Pavilion looked down on Chixiao Pavilion, believing that they were evil and trying to flatter their superiors and confuse their masters. Chixiao Pavilion also looked down on Chongming Pavilion, believing that they were hypocritical and sanctimonious.
The two sides looked at each other, and saw the air gradually distorted, and several magical powers secretly clashed in it, generating faint flames and lightning.
Monk Yujin took the first step, targeting Gong Mengbi, who seemed to be of considerable background.
He did not move, but an invisible Zen light swept towards Gong Mengbi's head.
This invisible Zen light was like colored glass and crystal, difficult to see with the naked eye and difficult to see with the Dharma eye. But in Gong Mengbi's eyes, this Zen light was like colored glass reflecting the sun, crystal flying rainbows, producing five-colored rainbows, and rushing straight towards his face.
Gong Mengbi looked at Monk Yujin with his dead fish eyes, and a silent ghost howl came from him. Countless wailing and twisted faces seemed to appear in the void and pounced towards the invisible Zen light.
With a snap, the Zen light shattered and the ghost howl dissipated.
Light golden light particles danced and fell downwards, while light black yin energy dissipated upwards.
They are evenly matched.
But Monk Yujin raised his brows and said, "Hellish heresy!"
The little monk was about to slam the table and stand up.
Old Ghost Xiao laughed and said, "Alright, alright. Today is Prince Linchuan's birthday. We are all colleagues, so why fight among ourselves? Let's all calm down and don't offend His Highness or disturb the officials."
Monk Yu Jin looked at Old Ghost Xiao, his eyes almost filled with anger, but Yang Dongwei reached out and pulled him, so he suppressed his anger, snorted coldly, and said nothing.
Gong Mengbi looked arrogant and didn't even look at Monk Yujin. He looked at his nose and his mind, his mind wandering in the sky.
Monk Yujin stopped attacking, and the other people in Chongming Pavilion also stopped.
Old Ghost Xiao is the head of the Chixiao Pavilion, and his words carry some weight.
The atmosphere was filled with undercurrents. Finally, a loud cry was heard from outside the garden: "His Royal Highness the Prince of Wu has arrived!"
Everyone in the garden stood up and looked outside.
Then he saw the King of Wu, wearing a red robe with a gold-woven coiled dragon pattern, walking slowly towards him, followed by the Princess and Madam Chen, who were half a step behind him on his left and right. Behind them came the Crown Prince, King Jian'an, and King Linchuan.
The King of Wu had a dignified face and a gleam in his eyes. His aura was like that of a red coiled dragon, circling in the sky with a fire bead in its mouth.
All the officials greeted the King of Wu and bowed to him.
The red coiled dragon roared loudly, and the fire bead shone brightly like the rising sun.
Gong Mengbi drooped his eyelids to avoid attracting the influence of fate.
The King of Wu said happily, "Please sit down. Today is the King of Linchuan's birthday, a very happy day. There is no need to be restrained."
Everyone sat down as instructed.
Only then did Gong Mengbi see through King Wu's fate and see clearly the people behind him.
The princess was dignified and elegant, sitting beside the King of Wu.
Madam Chen sat to one side, her features beautiful and her face radiant. She was clearly in her thirties, but she didn't look the least bit old, still possessing the delicate charm of a young girl.
Gong Mengbi's expression gradually turned cold. Although his dejected face originally had no expression, there was a hint of coldness in his dead fish eyes.
This Mrs. Chen is indeed an old friend.
The three sisters of Meiren Ridge in Wuning County, Madam Qiongfang and Zhiruo, were master and servant, with a sisterly bond. They were the favored concubines of the previous crown prince. When the Zhou crown prince fled, Madam Qiongfang and Zhiruo died in Meiren Ridge.
Miss Jiaying is a lonely soul, seduced by a ghost messenger and accidentally drifted to Meiren Ridge. Her body is possessed by the ghost king's wife of the Juliu tribe, and no one knows where she has fled.
But it turned out to be here.
Looking at the Prince of Linchuan again, this young prince is noble and heroic, but he also has a subtle evil intention.
The ghost born from the ghost concubine Madam Chen must be a ghost from the ghost king of the Juliu tribe.
Prince Linchuan seemed to realize something and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the second hall.
Gong Mengbi had already withdrawn his gaze and was not noticed by him.
When King Linchuan saw them coming, the monks from the Second Hall came to greet them.
Gong Mengbi also bowed to show his respect.
Prince Linchuan bowed with a smile and looked away silently.
Mrs. Chen followed his gaze and didn't see anything unusual, so she asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Prince Linchuan shook his head and said, "Nothing. I just heard from Chief Xiao that a high-level cultivator had come to Xima Mountain, and I'm a little curious."
Mrs. Chen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said with a smile, "Today is Third Brother's birthday, and I have specially invited Wanqiu to perform in the mansion. Why don't we invite her up?"
Prince Linchuan smiled and said, "Brother, please make the arrangements."
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