Chapter 1039 Ye Zijin
Although there were people in the ancient realm who swallowed the ancient foundation-building grass alive and became cultivators in the foundation-building period, they were able to call the shots in the ancient realm, recruit people, and temporarily form small forces to snatch resources.
A little-known cultivator who had reached the great perfection of Qi training appeared and defeated a cultivator in the foundation-building stage, becoming famous for a while.
There was a female cultivator who was drugged by a cultivator from the Holy Land. A male cultivator bravely defeated the cultivator and had sex with the female cultivator. After the sex, the male cultivator felt guilty, but the female cultivator said it was an accident but she actually had feelings for him.
A series of situations occurred in which the monks of the Holy Land secretly fought for the position of successor.
But these have nothing to do with Xin Ding and Yu Youlan.
In order not to leave the ancient realm early and attract attention, the two stayed in the inner hall for three days and did not go anywhere.
In fact, it was mainly because Xinding was afraid of attracting attention. As a saint, Yu Youlan was not afraid of being coveted. She stayed in the inner hall to accompany Xinding.
The Chixiao Ancient Realm was closed, and everyone automatically left the ancient realm.
"What did you harvest?" Zhikong saw everyone coming out and was curious about their harvest.
"I only found an ancient foundation-building grass." Xin Chen took out a foundation-building grass, which he found at the end of the third day.
"It's good enough that we can find the Foundation Building Grass. Put it away." Zhikong comforted her with a few words.
"I didn't find the foundation-building grass, but a piece of ghost essence dropped when I converted the ghost."
"This ghost piece is of good quality. It can buy two foundation-building pills."
“I found one.”
“I found two.”
"I found six." said the monk who had reached the great perfection of Qi training. After that he looked at Xinding provocatively. He was the one who had previously suggested that it was a tradition for old monks to teach new monks a lesson.
“We actually found six!”
“That’s amazing.”
There were exclamations one after another from the Martial Monks' Academy.
"Junior Brother Xinding, what about you?" The monk asked casually. He had never seen Xinding in the ancient realm. He guessed that the boy must have been afraid and hid himself, and never went to find the foundation-building grass.
Xin Ding hesitated for a moment, feeling that this senior brother seemed to be provoking him, but also seemed not to be.
He took out a handful of ancient foundation-building grass from his arms and spoke slowly.
"I found ten."
"Ten plants?!"
"How is this possible?"
Everyone was amazed, even Zhikong was a little surprised. Finding foundation-building grass is not just a matter of luck, it must involve fighting for it. Xin Ding is only at the seventh level of Qi training, how can he compete with those at the ninth level or the great perfection of Qi training? Just as everyone was amazed and envious, the crowd not far away became restless. It turned out that Yu Youlan ran over here.
"Little Monk Xinding, I'm leaving first. We'll meet again!" Yu Youlan blinked at Xinding with a playful smile.
This time, not only the Martial Monks' Academy, but all the cultivators who came to participate in the Chixiao Ancient Realm were very surprised. Yu Youlan had never shown such an intimate attitude towards anyone!
What happened to these two people in the Chixiao Ancient Realm? !
I chanted Amitabha in my heart, and I didn't understand why everyone reacted so strongly. We are all monks, so shouldn't we regard women as red-faced skeletons? ...
Xitian Temple, abbot's courtyard.
The black and white pieces on the chessboard are clearly distinguished. The tall old man half-clad in a gorgeous cassock holds the black pieces with an expressionless face, while the old man in a coarse linen robe holds the white pieces with a smile on his face.
The old man in the gorgeous cassock seemed to be frozen in time, and the black piece could not fall for a long time. Finally, he sighed softly and stopped insisting: "Junior brother, you win."
The old man in rough linen clothes was not surprised by the outcome of the chess game: "Brother Mingyu, you are too anxious to play chess."
The old man in the gorgeous cassock is Master Mingyu, the abbot of Xitian Temple. The other is Master Minghuai, a hidden master of Xitian Temple, who cleans the Sutra Library.
"You're right. I've been feeling uneasy lately, as if something big is going to happen." Master Mingyu sighed. He could only say this to Junior Brother Minghuai.
"Big thing?" Master Minghuai was puzzled. What big thing could happen to their Xitian Temple?
"I can't say what it is, I just have this feeling." Master Mingyu shook his head. He practiced Zen all his life and had a premonition about things in the dark, especially about the Xitian Temple.
“But it could also be that I’ve been too impatient in my practice lately, and my state of mind is a little unstable.” Master Mingyu laughed at himself.
"Speaking of state of mind problems, it's not just me. Do you know Ye Zijin?" Master Mingyu thought of another thing.
"I've heard that he is causing chaos everywhere in the Buddhist country, building temples, forging Buddha statues, and spreading false Buddhism?" Master Minghuai didn't care much about outside affairs.
"Almost. But the most important thing is that he speaks in an irritating way. The elders all have some complaints about him and have been trying to catch him."
Master Minghuai smiled calmly, it was just a small matter: "What's so irritating about words? It seems that the young people are not yet at the peak of their cultivation."
Master Mingyu nodded: "I think so too, that's why I have not taken care of Ye Zijin. I hope that the elders can realize their own shortcomings and cultivate their state of mind through this method."
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Master Minghuai picked up the broom, stood up and said goodbye: "No more chatting, a thief broke into the Sutra Library, I have to go back."
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On the first floor of the Sutra Repository, a furtive figure was looking for something.
"Haha, you are really brave, stealing things in this Sutra Library."
The figure was startled, not expecting to be discovered.
He looked back and saw an old man sweeping the floor at the end of the corridor. He didn't know when he appeared here.
"Goodbye!"
The figure turned and ran away.
"Young man, don't be in such a hurry to leave. Come play a game of chess with me, an old man?"
The figure's expression flashed, and he saw a chessboard in front of him, and the old man who was sweeping the floor was sitting opposite him.
"Are you Ye Zijin?" The old man sweeping the floor had cloudy eyes, but he saw through the identity of the figure at a glance.
"Yes." Ye Zijin knew he couldn't run away, so he had to play chess obediently.
The two of them were playing chess and chatting at the same time.
"You have already reached the middle stage of fusion at such a young age. So many people can't catch you. You are young and promising."
"You know, playing chess is actually a person's life. Whether it's black or white, you need to think carefully before making a move so that you won't regret it."
"I am old now, and I am willing to talk more."
"Senior, what are you talking about? It is a blessing for me to be able to teach you."
"There aren't many young people like you who are willing to listen to an old man like me. In Go, the layout determines the outcome. In life, planning determines the future. You've gone astray and joined the Dao Sect. The sea of suffering is endless, so turn back now. It's not too late to turn back..."
The old man sweeping the floor saw that Ye Zijin was very polite and not as annoying as the rumors said, so he wanted to give him a few more words of advice.
Ye Zijin dropped the last white piece and said awkwardly, "Uh, old senior, I won."
The old man sweeping the floor was stunned. He loved playing chess and had never lost before. He didn't expect that he would lose to a junior today.
It was just a game of chess, and the old man sweeping the floor did not take it seriously. He stroked his beard and laughed, "I am old, too old to be useful."
Ye Zijin quickly apologized with a smile: "You are still young."
(End of this chapter)