There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Chapter 227 Mutated Chessboard

Qianmu Mountain.

Taoist Yucheng's small courtyard was as quiet as before. Taoist Tianshan hurriedly left after getting rid of the iron-eating insects in the dojo on the top of the mountain. Old Taoist Wu did not stay long. In addition to Taoist Yucheng, there were also hikers who were supposed to be in retreat in the small courtyard.

"Six days ago, Emperor Jianwu issued an edict to confer Wang Wenyi, the current head of the Wang family, as General of the Eastern Conquest, with the title of Minister of Political Affairs. However, he was assassinated that night. Fortunately, the royal family was well prepared and all the assassins were captured. But there was no one left alive, and no memory..."

After Wang Ping arrived, Xingshan was signaled by Taoist Yucheng and quickly said: "The letter mentioned that when the assassins were surrounded, they didn't know what secret method was used, and a white beam of light fell from the sky to capture them. Three people were framed inside, and then their bodies evaporated without a trace like water."

"There are always clues to such a big thing, right?" Wang Ping glanced at Taoist Yucheng, and what he was thinking of was the saint mentioned by Dan Chen.

Xingshan quickly said: "No, the light pillar has cleaned everything up. Even the great monks of the Third Realm can't analyze that light pillar."

"But the light beam itself is a clue!" Wang Ping said softly.

Taoist Yucheng spoke at this time: "Since the rise of Humanity, to the establishment of the five Xuanmen religions and the two Tianmen religions, and later the emergence of Daozang Palace, our path of cultivation has evolved from the initial integration of spiritual veins to the current Baijia. Qi Fang, there are currently very few spells and cultivation systems that we cannot identify."

Wang Ping sat silently opposite Taoist Yucheng, looked at Xingshan and asked, "Junior brother, is there anything else?"

"It's okay!"

"Then step back. From now on, you can just stay in seclusion with peace of mind. The situation in the world will not be chaotic in a short time." Wang Ping said slightly seriously: "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, senior brother, I understand." Xingshan clasped his fists in salute and exited the small courtyard obediently.

Yucheng watched Xingshan walk out of the courtyard, lighting the stove next to him and saying, "The general trend is coming. Everyone has their own ideas. We use time to plot against others, and others can also use time to plot against us. The Wang family is out of control." It’s something I expected, and it’s inevitable, but…”

He looked at the burning fire and mocked: "But under the general trend, there will inevitably be choices, and when there are choices, there will inevitably be hesitations. As long as we give them a second way, the rest will depend on timing and people." and."

Wang Ping picked up the kettle and filled it with water from the nearby water tank, and placed the kettle on the stove. At this time, Yulian took off from Wang Ping, releasing water spirit energy to explore the inspiration of the area. After confirming that there was no problem, He landed next to Wang Ping and stood on the stool in an orderly manner.

"There is one thing that I have never had the chance to tell you, Master..." Wang Ping told Taoist Yucheng about Dan Chen's letter.

Taoist Yucheng stood up after hearing this. He walked to the door of the small courtyard and looked at the old locust tree outside. He didn't know what he was thinking. It wasn't until Wang Ping explained the matter clearly and his own guess that Yucheng returned. Arrive at the seat and sit down.

At this moment, the water has been boiled. Taoist Yucheng slowly brewed the tea, then took out three teacups and poured the tea. After a cup of tea, he said softly: "I have never heard of what you are talking about. Master once said that saints may exist. But it only exists in the past or the future, and cannot exist in reality.”

Wang Ping thought about this sentence carefully, but the doubts in his heart deepened.

"The wisdom and ideas of saints are different from ours..." Taoist Yucheng stopped here and put the tea cup on the stone table. After a long silence, he raised his head and looked at Wang Ping. "Have you ever seen the things that children built with mud by the river?" Those toys? Perhaps in the eyes of the saint, we are just toys made of mud."

Taoist Yucheng didn't seem to have much respect for the two saints. After describing his understanding of the saints, he stared at the flames rising on the stove and said: "Of course, these are just my opinions. Everyone has a deep understanding of the two saints. The understanding is different.”

Wang Ping didn't want to think too much about the saint's problem, but said seriously: "They act without logic and purpose, just to please the saint they call, I'm afraid that some things will get out of control..."

"You and I can't control the world's affairs. It's not you and me who should worry about this problem. You and I just need to pay attention secretly, and maybe there will be another oriole behind."

Taoist Yucheng gently stroked his beard.

Wang Ping said cautiously: "But on our own, we can only be like a snipe and a clam at most..."    "Well, that makes sense..."

Taoist Yucheng's words stopped abruptly, and then he just sipped tea.

Wang Ping only felt that there were many chaotic lines in front of him. He tried to find the correct path among these chaotic lines, but when he searched carefully, he found that many of the lines were blurred. So, after thinking for a while, he asked : "Can I still go to Linshui Mansion now?"

Without waiting for Taoist Yucheng to answer, he added: "This trip is still necessary, and the invitation has been sent. My original plan was to go to Taoist Fellow Xia Yao and wait until the royal family disclosed the matter of the second senior brother, and then from Taoist Fellow Xia Yao Take the road there to reach the capital city."

"It's a good move."

Taoist Yucheng praised.

Wang Ping met his master's gaze and asked, "So, master, what are you going to do about Li Yan?"

"I have been waiting for so many years, and I don't care if I wait a little longer. Now that there is news about him, I believe that sooner or later I will pull him out of the dark corner."

...

Mountain top ashram.

In front of the locust tree in the garden, Wang Pingping sat on a futon, holding a special bamboo slip in his hand, which recorded some recent major events.

"Master's mood was very full after you said what Liyan said. He seemed to be unable to wait any longer," Yu Lian reminded.

"I noticed it."

Wang Ping put away the bamboo slips, stood up and looked in the direction of the martial arts training ground. Looking at Shen Xiaozhu and Wang Yang, he couldn't help but think of the days when he first practiced Taoism.

"When will we set off to Linshui Mansion again?" Yu Lian asked.

"anytime."

While Wang Ping was talking, he felt a little tired mentally, so he sat back in the core of the magic circle and entered meditation, using his soul to fuse the 'Luck Luck Talisman' and 'Psychic Talisman' on his forehead.

After the practice, his beating emotions returned to calm, so he opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the garden gate.

Yang Hou, the head of the inner court, was waiting outside the door to be summoned.

"A deacon named Liu from the Jimin Association came to pay his respects." When Yang Hou saw Wang Ping, he got down to business.

Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, recalling the information of the 'Jiminhui' in his mind. It is a casual cultivator organization registered by Daozang Hall. Their members are found everywhere in Zhongzhou and occupy many positions among the six seats of Daozang Hall.

After Yang Hou finished speaking, he paused and continued: "He said he had the words of Taoist Danchen."

(End of this chapter)