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Chapter 170 Today’s Qianmu Temple (please subscribe)

After leaving Taoist Yucheng's small courtyard, Wang Ping stood in front of the locust tree outside and looked at it for a long time. This tree had no spirituality and was just an ordinary tree.

After a long time, Wang Ping silently rose into the air, first looking at Liu Shuang's dojo. Liu Shuang was now alone. She was wearing homely silk, sitting in the courtyard playing her guzheng, her spirit dog happily in front of her. Spin.

The town at the foot of the mountain is becoming more and more prosperous, and has included Wangjia Village not far away. The center of Yongshan County is also moving here. Even the county government has been moved to the town at the foot of the mountain, and the periphery is being built along the river. After entering the city wall, there are government soldiers patrolling back and forth from time to time.

In the suburbs, you can see the mansions of rich families everywhere, and there are many dojos for Qianmu Guanmen's disciples. All of these dojos are affiliated with Qianmu Guanmen.

In front of the gate of the inner courtyard of the temple.

There is an endless stream of guests coming and going, including people from all walks of life, and even some officials from Fucheng, because official documents sent from Fucheng to Beijing must be sent here for review first.

"It's changed a lot, right?"

Yu Lian hovered next to Wang Ping, "Look over there, the official road we walked when we first went down the mountain is now the most prosperous place in the town. The river next to it has expanded several times, and there are beautiful flower boats at night. , I heard from Xiao Yuer that most of those properties are jointly held by your family and the Taoist temple, and they can earn hundreds of thousands of taels a year."

Wang Ping followed Yu Lian's gaze and saw that the original small river outside Wangjiacun could now be called a river. There were countless pavilions on both sides, and some students were boating on the river for fun.

Along this road is a small market that used to gather independently. Now it has expanded into a huge square. The market has been moved to a specific area further east. There is a magnificent mountain gate where the square connects to Qianmu Mountain. There are usually Ten Qi practitioners were waiting.

The climbing steps between the mountain gate and the Taoist temple are almost always visited by believers. The dilapidated gate of the Taoist temple has long been replaced by an attic made of red painted wood. The believers can climb up here to see the distance. Food and wine are provided if they are hungry.

Passing through the gate is the attic, which is the front hall dedicated to Taoist saints, true kings, and ancestors of Qianmu Temple. The incense here has not stopped in the past few decades.

Behind the front hall is the outer sect's training area, which is more than ten times larger than before and can accommodate at least five thousand disciples.

Further up the mountain is the inner courtyard. There are hundreds of disciples from each academy practicing here. Adding in the disciples practicing from the metal, water, fire, and earth academies, the number of inner disciples Qianmu Temple can handle is close to a thousand.

These disciples were all screened by outside dojos and then sent in from various dojos. Each of them could be said to be one of a hundred, but there were almost no seedlings who could enter the country.

"Looking at them, I feel like I'm pretty lucky."

Wang Ping turned around and came to an undeveloped solitary peak in the center of the Nine-Max Formation.

Feeling Wang Ping's emotions, Yu Lian asked: "Are you going to build an alchemy room here?"

"Yes, this is another big project. Just guiding the spiritual energy transportation of the Nine-Max Array is a problem. According to the past speed, it will take at least ten years to complete this project."

Wang Ping landed on the top of the solitary peak and looked at the surrounding mountains and rivers. The originally bare mountains and forests can now be seen occasionally with some disciples walking through them, and some special literati drinking and having fun in some beautiful places.

"What do you think of this place?"

"I don't know." As Yulian spoke, she ran to an ice blue flower blooming in winter next to her, twitched her nose, smelled it, and then licked the nectar inside with her tongue.

Wang Ping was actually quite bothered by these things, especially when he thought of connecting the spiritual power of the Jiuji Formation, he had a headache, because this required him to draw the connecting runes himself.

However, no matter how difficult it is, it must be done. He doesn't know what the chaos in the world is that everyone is talking about. It may be the fighting between monks, or the conflict between major sects, or it may be like the conflict between various regions at the beginning of the founding of the Xia Dynasty. In war, no matter what it is, fighting is inevitable, and sufficient elixirs are the key to fighting.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping took out a piece of rice paper that was large enough. He wanted to draw the design based on the mountains and rivers. This step required enough patience. Yu Lian had already learned about this. When he saw Wang Ping's actions, he raised his eyes. After blinking, he said: "I'll go to Baishui Lake to see if Xiao Qianqian is back." Wang Ping only felt it was funny, and after responding, he put all his thoughts into the design drawings.

As for promotion to "Purgatory Banner", there is no need to worry in the short term.

Ten days passed before he knew it. After changing his design drawings back and forth, he finally had the most basic outline, but it was still far from being fully formed.

Yu Lian would come here every day and bring him different fruits every time. The fruits were tribute from the wealthy households nearby.

one day.

When Wang Ping was thinking about which way the aura of Huoyuan should go, the world of inspiration suddenly gave him a very uncomfortable feeling. So, he put away the half-finished drawing and looked at the rain hanging on the branches basking in the sun. lotus.

Yulian's mood was still stable and she didn't feel the same as him.

Wang Ping raised his eyebrows, took out two copper coins and threw out a hexagram at random. It was a normal hexagram. He looked up at the sky in confusion. The winter sun in the sky was very charming.

Suddenly, a green light flashed from the northwest.

Wang Ping and Yu Lian's eyes flashed, which was inspired by the martial arts battle between monks in the great realm. This reminded Wang Ping of the Yongming Port incident.

Yu Lian rushed to Wang Ping's body immediately, and then they rose into the sky. At this time, a very pure lunar energy appeared on the horizon. Wang Ping quickly called on the spiritual energy of the Jiuji Formation, and then stretched out his finger to tap lightly. , the protective shield formed by the wood spirit energy instantly enveloped Qianmu Mountain and the towns outside.

The two rays of light in the distance did not disappear as quickly as the Yongming Port incident. Instead, they were fighting in the sky. They seemed to be moving quickly and weakened a lot during the movement. However, the direction they moved was exactly Shang'an Mansion. Come to think of it, Someone wanted to escape by sea.

Wang Ping's heart sank, and he took out another copper coin and made a divination. There was no sign of good or bad luck. Feeling a little relieved, he glanced at the slightly chaotic town below, landed in front of the light screen barrier, and summoned his soldier talisman and sword talisman.

More than an hour later.

Hu Qianqian from the Wudao Mansion and Guang Xuan from the Sanhe Mansion came to him one after another, and the wealthy people outside the town below also entered the light curtain at the first time.

The fight in the northwest was still going on, or the chase was still going on, and Wang Ping felt that they were about to enter Shang'an Mansion.

The rich lunar energy fell to the earth with the flow of spiritual energy, polluting large areas of vegetation, and then they withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wang Ping stretched out his hand and shot out two streams of wood spirit energy to dispel the pollution within a hundred miles of the surrounding area.

"Are you here?" Hu Qianqian was a little nervous.

"Don't worry, you guys. It is impossible for Taiyin monks to have the third realm, and the fourth realm is even less likely to appear here." Wang Ping didn't know what he was going to face, but he had to stay calm.

He was right, the Taiyin cultivators in the third realm were all sleeping, and the third realms of the evil cultivators were mostly weapon cultivators and star gods.

As soon as he finished speaking, the auras of both sides of the fight became real. It was not two people fighting, but more than ten people fighting in a melee.

"Fellow Daoist Changqing, stop them quickly!" Senior Inspector Dan Chen's voice reached Wang Ping's ears through a distance of hundreds of miles.

(End of this chapter)