"Cultivating now."
Dugu Changkong replied.
In a secret place in Dizhou, Lin Changsheng and Wu Junyan were still practicing in seclusion.
"Oh."
Chen Qingyuan nodded lightly and didn't ask any more questions.
An old man and a young man sit opposite each other and drink tea.
Fang Qingyun, the youngest person, stood on one side and poured tea and water for the two elders. He had no complaints and was actually very honored.
Although Chen Qingyuan is very young, he is extremely talented and has been recognized by the will of the Qingzong sages. There is no shame in calling him uncle.
"There are a lot of people coming outside."
A few days later, Chen Qingyuan turned to look outside the palace and saw more and more people. Thousands of chariots were suspended in the air with a huge momentum.
"Are you scared?"
Dugu Changkong was amiable and had a kind smile.
"No."
Chen Qingyuan shook his head.
"You shoulder the heavy responsibility of Qingzong's revival, and coupled with your own heaven-defying foundation, the future road is destined to be unstable and full of crises."
Regarding the sudden appearance of the Qingzong ruins, Dugu Changkong told Chen Qingyuan all the causes and consequences. , nothing to hide.
"Don't worry, the world says good people don't live long, I will definitely live a long time."
Chen Qingyuan was actually a little worried in his heart, but he didn't show it.
"That old man has lived for nearly 30,000 years, so he is definitely not a good person."
The pressure from all forces in the world is about to come, but Dugu Changkong remains indifferent, and his expression remains unchanged even as Mount Tai collapses in front of him.
"Uncle Master, I didn't mean to offend you."
Chen Qingyuan explained quickly.
"I know." Dugu Changkong looked into the distance with a myriad of thoughts. Many scenes from the past flashed before his eyes, and he murmured to himself: "If after death, there really is a place where the soul belongs in the world, I am qualified to meet my ancestors. Will senior brother forgive me?" As
people get older, they miss the life of their youth more and more.
Recalling the past, there were a few ripples in my eyes.
"This is a joint greeting card from the thirty-six sects of the Imperial State, asking to see fellow Taoist Qing Sect."
At this time, a word came from a distance, and a crimson greeting card was suspended at the door of the Qing Sect Ancient Palace.
Fang Qingyun walked outside the hall sensibly, took the invitation card, and gave it to Dugu Changkong with both hands: "Master, take a look." Dugu Changkong opened
the invitation card, and the name of the current Holy Master of the thirty-six sects was clearly written on it. name.
"Boom——"
The moment the greeting card was opened, an extremely powerful power spread out.
In an instant, Dugu Changkong protected Chen Qingyuan from being hurt.
Fang Qingyun, who was in the late stage of Mahayana, couldn't help being knocked back several steps, and his energy and blood flowed backwards. Fortunately, his strength was decent, so he was not injured.
"Shangling Temple, Luo Shurong."
"Zhaixing Tower, You Qingzhi."
"Penglai Villa, Tang
Laixing." "Dongli Sword Sect..."
The holy masters of each sect are all at the pinnacle of Mahayana cultivation. A joint greeting card contains its power and should not be underestimated.
However, this kind of power is not worth mentioning to Dugu Changkong.
After blowing a gentle breath, all the Dao patterns on the invitation card collapsed and became invalid.
"Go out and take a look, or stay in?"
Dugu Changkong threw the joint greeting card to the ground, and then a wisp of flame appeared, burning the greeting card completely. After doing this, he turned to look at Chen Qingyuan and asked in a hoarse voice.
"It's so lively, of course I have to go out and have a look. With you always here, there is nothing to worry about."
Chen Qingyuan's original purpose was to come here to watch the fun, but unexpectedly the situation changed, and he became the target of others to watch the fun.
"Okay." Dugu Changkong staggered towards the outside of the ancient palace.
Chen Qingyuan and Fang Qingyun stood beside him, following closely.
There is a barrier around the ancient temple, and ordinary Mahayana monks cannot break in.
With a flick of his sleeves, the restrictive barrier was released.
Dugu Changkong sat on a high platform in the front hall, facing the heroes, the wind was gentle and the clouds were calm.
Outside the front hall, there is open space for hundreds of miles, paved with a jade floor that has stood the test of time.
"I've seen Senior Dugu."
A middle-aged man walked out of the crowd, wearing a brocade robe and looking majestic.
The one who comes is Luo Shurong, the master of the Shangling Temple who comes to the Star Territory.
"I went to Linghe Sect when I was young, and I was fortunate enough to listen to Senior Dugu's sermons, and I benefited a lot. In the blink of an eye, things have changed and people have changed. I never expected that my senior was actually a member
of the Qing Sect ." The Holy Lord appeared and bowed his hands to show respect.
"Zhaixinglou, You Qingzhi, I have met the senior."
"..."
After half a stick of incense, thirty-six people stood in the open space of the front hall, representing the thirty-six sects of the empire.
The remaining elders and ancestors were located in the void not far away, watching quietly.
"Rumble..."
Suddenly, the top experts of the Eighteen Meridians of Western Border arrived. The powerful aura wavered, causing the void in the distance to be crushed, making a series of deep sounds.
"Buzz--"
After a while, golden light emerged, covering half of the sky.
Hundreds of eminent monks from Dongtu Buddhism came here in person, clasping their hands together, lowering their eyebrows and chanting sutras, with solemn faces and dazzling Buddha light.
"These bald donkeys from Buddhism are here too."
All the forces in the imperial state were somewhat surprised and frightened.
The foundation of Buddhism is unfathomable. It is not weaker than any top force in the empire, and is even a bit stronger.
"I remember that Buddhism gave Chen Qingyuan a supreme Buddha bead. I guess I came here today to help the Qingzong." In
the past, people were still confused. Why should such a precious Buddha bead, which can be called a sacred object of the sect, be given to a outsider. Now, all the monks understood that Buddhism wanted to become associated with the Qing Sect.
"Old Monk Xuankong, I have met the donor."
For the Qingzong matter, the old monk personally went out.
After walking thousands of miles, he reached the Qingzong ruins and bowed to Dugu Changkong with great respect.
"Master, you're welcome."
Dugu Changkong sat motionless and nodded slightly in return.
It's not that Dugu Changkong is showing off, but that in this situation, he must take the initiative in his own hands.
If he makes one wrong move, Qingzong's future may be greatly affected.
If Dugu Changkong is too enthusiastic about Buddhism, it will appear to the world that Qingzong wants to use the power of Buddhism to revive. At the same time, some people in Buddhism must also think that Qingzong needs help, and may make some excessive demands.
In short, Dugu Changkong must not fall into passivity.
He sat firmly on the high platform in the front hall, calm and composed.
Facing the Buddhist abbot, he was not happy or respectful.
Its purpose is to tell people all over the world.
It's not that Qingzong wants to borrow the power of Buddhism, but Buddhism wants to form a relationship with Qingzong.
The relationship between primary and secondary must not be mistaken.
Once confused, the results will naturally be different.
"Donor Chen, we meet again."
Regarding Dugu Changkong's actions, the old monk felt like a mirror and was not angry. On the contrary, he agreed with it. If it were him, he probably wouldn't have the courage to put the past events on the table and resolve them.
If you are not careful, Qingzong will be in danger of cutting off its foundation.