Everyone immediately stopped talking. The storyteller obviously didn't expect that there would be members of the Mo family in this small teahouse. His face turned red and he prepared to change the story.
Unexpectedly, the Mo family member smiled heartily and said, "We Mo family are upright and honest. You continue to speak. If you don't, I will speak for you and let everyone in the world know the reputation of my Mo family ancestor. Although my ancestor has ascended to heaven for 30,000 years, he is still the pride of our Mo family. His name is... Oh, my mother hasn't told me his name yet..."
"His name is Mo Qing."
A clear and low voice sounded beside the Mo family disciple. The young cultivator subconsciously turned his head and found that there was a man in green sitting next to him.
The monk looked at the other person carefully, but every time he looked away, he found that he could not remember what he had just seen and could not figure out what the other person looked like.
The Mohist disciple asked cautiously, "How do you know my ancestor's name?"
The man in green chuckled softly, like a spring breeze. He patted some silver coins onto the table. When everyone looked at him again, he had already left, leaving behind only a few vague words: "His name is Mo Qing, and his Taoist companion is Jiulian. Taihua Mountain has been friendly with the Mo family for generations. Today, we have the opportunity to meet with the descendants of the Mo family. I will leave you an opportunity."
Everyone else in the teahouse stared at the silver coins on the table, bewildered. Only the handsome young Mohist disciple stood there, dazed and dumbfounded, a glint of green light flickering between his brows. For a long time, he sat there, frozen in his seat. Because he was a Mohist disciple, no one dared to ask him to leave.
He sat like this for three whole days, with the sun rising and the moon setting.
Three days later, he suddenly stood up and excitedly kowtowed towards the place where the man in green had sat.
"Mo Qiu, the third son of the Mo family, thanks you for the opportunity!"
——If we start over again, the Mohist School is still the head of the aristocratic families, and the direct descendants have never been exiled to the cold desert.
Then there are Yongzhou, Lanzhou, Mengzhou, Cangzhou...
There are six major families in Xuantian Continent, headed by the Mo family. The other five major families are the Yun family, the Cang family, the Wei family, the Que family and the Tantai family.
I don’t see the Bai family, I don’t see the Yu family, I don’t see the Geng family.
Among the numerous sects, Mount Taihua stood proudly above the rest with its insurmountable strength. Below it lay the four great sects, Guiyuan Sect at the head, Feihua Sect at the second, and the Divine Sword Sect, which had clearly declined in the last few thousand years. However, the youngest of the four, Luoxia Sect, was showing signs of surpassing the Divine Sword Sect.
Luo Jianqing walked slowly to the mountain area where the Broken Soul Sect once existed. It had long been deserted.
A thousand years ago, the Broken Soul Sect was a second-rate sect. They discovered an immortal relic and, despairing of its existence, were ultimately annihilated. The relic was fraught with danger, and countless powerful figures on the Xuantian Continent had perished there, including Hao Xingzi, an elder of Cangshuang Peak on Mount Taihua.
Luo Jianqing looked at the ruins of the Broken Soul Sect being used as a den by many wild beasts. He watched silently, then turned and left.
When we arrived in Cenzhou, it was already dark.
Yet, within the Guiyuan Sect's mountainous precincts, gentle, bright Buddha lights illuminated the heavens and earth, blossoming into golden lotuses. Wisps of Buddhist chanting echoed throughout the vast expanse, as monks softly chanted sutras. Amidst all the sounds, a faint smile could be clearly heard.
The voice spoke devoutly and earnestly, "With a sincere heart and a true mind, even hell is the way home. May this merit adorn the Buddha's Pure Land, repaying the Fourfold Kindness and alleviating the sufferings of the three evil realms. If anyone sees or hears this, may they all develop the Bodhi mind, eliminate past karmic obstacles, and together attain the supreme enlightenment. Amitabha, this is the true meaning, how can there be any frivolous talk?"
The numerous monks kneeling in the main hall of Guiyuan Sect bowed together: "Amitabha, what the Buddha said is very true."
A fair and clear-looking young monk smiled slightly, as bright and warm as the spring breeze blowing through the willows.
The Zen debate conference lasted for seven days. Luo Jianqing sat on the cloud and listened to the young monk's debate for seven days. On the last day, he waited at the place where the young monk had to pass by on his way back to his room and said with a smile, "I heard that Buddhist disciples never owe anyone karma when they walk in the world."
Under the bright sunshine, the smile of the monk in green was so beautiful that it rivaled the sun in brilliance.
Even the Buddhist disciples were stunned for a moment, then they performed a Buddhist salute and said with a smile: "What is the cause and what is the effect?"
Luo Jianqing said, "The fact that I met the Buddha's disciple was the cause. The fact that we became close friends was the result."
The two laughed out loud in unison. Luo Jianqing stayed in Guiyuan Sect for a few days before leaving with the farewell of the Buddhist disciples.
——Starting over again, the close friend is still the same person, and the Buddhist has never changed.
Beyond Cenzhou is Yunzhou, and after crossing a big river is the Demon Realm.
Over a thousand years ago, a demon cultivator suddenly emerged, his immense power forcing the righteous cultivators to acknowledge his status and the prestige of the "Demon Lord." Mo Qianqiu carved out an area near Yunzhou as the Demon Realm, accommodating demon cultivators from around the world and establishing the Demon Palace.
When Luo Jianqing arrived at the foot of the Demon Mountain in the Demon Palace, he heard an angry roar.
Qin Guihe, the left guardian of the Demonic Palace, preferred to wear white. He carried a large sword and chased after a man in black. The two men had a striking resemblance in appearance, both handsome and elegant, though Qin Guihe was more subdued.
Qin Guihe cursed angrily, "You let Yunxiang out again! Why did you let her out again?! Qin Siyi, stop right there! When the Palace Master comes back and finds out that Yunxiang has gone to the Thirty-Six States again, you'll see what he'll do to you. Don't think that just because you advanced to the Divine Transformation Realm sixty years ago, I won't dare to beat you up. Do you dare to stop right there?"
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