In the room, Zhao Sheng touched Wei Ling's forehead with his toes and sent in a stream of spiritual power without making any sound.
The next second, Wei Ling groaned, slowly woke up, and sat up from the ground.
Zhao Sheng stood in front of the bed and looked at the two disciples who were collecting the bodies with a calm expression.
The two black-robed men paused at this, and one of them suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Master, Dean Wei has passed away. We have been ordered to escort Dean Wei's body back to the mountain for burial."
"Brother Wei passed away just a moment ago, and you two are here already. Can you predict the future?" Zhao Sheng asked bluntly.
He knew that asking this question was a bit taboo, but the opportunity was rare, and if he didn't take the opportunity to test the waters, it would be a waste of a great opportunity.
The two black-robed men were silent for a moment before one of them replied, "Uncle Master, we are only following orders. We know nothing else."
"Grandpa. Woohoo!"
At this moment, Wei Ling suddenly rushed to the bed, crying and shouting loudly.
Then, there was a commotion outside the room and faint crying sounds. It was obvious that people outside already knew that Dean Wei was dead.
Zhao Sheng took the opportunity to say, "Abbot Wei has presided over Lingyun Academy for decades, and he is highly respected by the disciples. His unfortunate passing today has deeply saddened all the disciples. Could you please give us a few days? After seven days of rest and remembrance, we can bring our remains back to Moya Mountain for burial."
If he had seven days, it would be enough for him to study the strange blood pill carefully.
"No! The sect has a rule that anyone who dies outside must be brought back for burial as soon as possible. I hope Uncle Master won't make things difficult for us!" The black-robed corpse-collecting disciple immediately rejected Zhao Sheng's proposal, and his tone was extremely firm.
Zhao Sheng pondered for a while and had some guesses in his mind.
"Well, in that case! Ling'er, please get out of the way!"
"Master, I won't! They want to take away my grandfather's body before it's even cold! They are not human!" Wei Ling lay on the bed, holding Wei Youquan's right hand tightly with both hands, crying with a stubborn face.
"I'm sorry!" After saying that, the two of them rubbed their bodies forward...
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Seven days later, when Lingyun Academy welcomed its new dean, Zhao Sheng returned to Guiyuan Sect in a very low-key manner.
Thirty years have passed, and the originally barren Moya Mountain has now become a fairyland.
On the top of the mountain, the Guiyuan Hall is filled with spiritual energy and brilliant light. Large patches of colorful clouds surround the mountain. In the square, cranes and other spiritual birds fly up and down, singing loudly.
As night falls, colorful rays of light emanate from caves, dead trees, cliffs and other hidden places on the cliffs of Moya Mountain.
Beneath the brilliance are the monks' caves.
At the foot of the cliffs, countless palaces and pavilions stood like a forest, stretching for dozens of miles. Looking down from the sky, the ground was ablaze with lights, almost like a city that never sleeps.
The Guiyuan Sect had been established for less than sixty years, yet its prosperity and grandeur, its mountain gate imposing and majestic, were unbelievable to outsiders, and even Zhao Sheng, who had just returned, found it incredible.
It was late at night, but the Gongde Hall was still very busy. Disciples of Guiyuan Sect were bustling in and out, and it seemed even more lively than during the day.
Zhao Sheng specially used a magic talisman to change his appearance, then blended into the crowd and entered the Merit Hall.
An hour later, Zhao Sheng left the Merit Hall in an unusually low-key manner.
As soon as he left, the Merit Hall exploded.
"The Golden Crow Burning Heaven Art has been exchanged for something!"
"That's right! A full 800,000 merit points!"
"Do you know which divine being in the sect this is?"
"I don't know! But this person must be a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"
"That makes sense!"
The news that the "Golden Crow Burning Heaven Art" had been exchanged by someone spread quickly among the disciples of Guiyuan Sect and spread throughout the entire Guiyuan Sect in a short time.
There are different opinions in the sect about who exchanged the coins.
The Qi Refining disciples may not know, but the Foundation Establishment cultivators of Guiyuan Sect have several suspects, and Zhao Sheng is one of them.
So, at a gathering half a month later, Taoist Feng Yu teased Zhao Sheng tentatively: "Junior Brother Zhao, you haven't been back to the mountain for decades. I didn't expect you to cause such a big commotion upon your return!"
After not seeing him for many years, Taoist Feng Yu has become extremely old, and there is a faint sense of death in his aura.
Facing a dying man, Zhao Sheng was extremely cautious. He shook his head and laughed, "Brother, you're joking. Even if you chopped me up and sold me, I still wouldn't be able to exchange it for the Golden Crow Burning Heaven Art."
"Don't hide it. Who else could it be but you? We entered the sect together. Don't you think you can trust me?"
Despite Taoist Feng Yu's repeated questioning, Zhao Sheng still denied it.
Taoist Feng Yu was about to ask again, but Zhao Sheng suddenly looked sad and sighed, "Brother, did you know that Brother Wei from Lingyun Academy has passed away?"
Taoist Feng Yu was very surprised and asked, "What did you say? Wei Youquan is dead! When did he die? How did he die? He just turned 200!"
"Seven days ago, he died of anemia!"
When Taoist Feng Yu heard this, his body trembled, and a look of fear and horror suddenly appeared on his face.
As soon as Zhao Sheng finished speaking, the gathering place suddenly became dead silent. All the foundation-building cultivators present looked very unnatural, and some, like the old Taoist Feng Yu, showed fear.
There is no doubt that blood deficiency has become a taboo word within Guiyuan Sect.
Only Zhao Sheng could say it so frankly.
Taoist Feng Yu was frightened and no longer wanted to ask about the "Golden Crow Burning Heaven Art".
He wanted to leave, but Zhao Sheng had not yet achieved his purpose of attending the party, so how could he let him go?
"Wait a minute, Senior Brother. I have something to ask you."
Taoist Feng Yu frowned, "Junior brother, what do you want to ask?"
"I heard that more than ten years ago, my senior brother went to Tianhuang Territory to open a branch. Is this true?" Zhao Sheng asked seriously.
After hearing this, Taoist Feng Yu frowned even more and felt even worse!
This is his shame,
Sixteen years ago, he had eagerly traveled to the Desolate Territory to establish himself and build a career in order to earn merit. However, he was ostracized by the local forces and ultimately lost his footing, forcing him to retreat to Moya Mountain in disgrace.
"Well, that's probably the case." Taoist Feng Yu said perfunctorily.
Zhao Sheng's eyes lit up, and he said sincerely, "Brother, please don't blame me. I have the same idea as you. However, I know very little about the customs and people of Tianhuang Territory. I hope you can enlighten me!"
Taoist Feng Yu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said: "Since you want to ask, I will tell you everything I know. However..."
He stretched out his tone and didn't continue speaking, but looked at Zhao Sheng with a sharp gaze.
Zhao Sheng understood what she meant when he heard the voice.
"As long as you tell me the truth, I have a few little gadgets that I don't need. I'll just give them to you to enjoy."
Taoist Feng Yu shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Not enough! Although I have failed, I still have a group of available manpower in Tianhuang Territory. If you want to take over, feel free to take it, but this is far from enough."
Zhao Sheng was delighted. The reason why he took the initiative to find Taoist Feng Yu was precisely for the manpower he mentioned.
So he immediately and decisively agreed.
Since this was not the place to discuss business, the two of them immediately got up and left. After finding a private place, they sat down and began to negotiate with each other.
After some bargaining, Zhao Sheng spent a lot of merit and finally met the requirements of Taoist Feng Yu.
Then, Taoist Feng Yu enthusiastically explained the customs and culture of Tianhuang Territory to Zhao Sheng.
This lecture lasted for a whole day and night. Only when everything in Feng Yu's head was emptied did Zhao Sheng let him go with satisfaction.
…
Half a month later, Zhao Sheng took the initiative to find the head of the sect, Jin Chenzi, and proposed to him to open a branch in Tianhuang Territory.
Jin Chenzi greatly admired Zhao Sheng's initiative to serve the sect and readily agreed to it.
In a sense, Guiyuan Sect very much welcomes foundation-building disciples to go to various realms in Central Continent to open branches.
You can open branches at will, but there is one thing... the annual "performance" must meet the standards.
The so-called performance refers to the essence and blood beads.
Depending on the number of disciples, the sect will require the branch to offer a certain number of essence and blood beads.
If the performance meets the standards, the head of the hospital can get a lot of merit.
If the target is exceeded, the head of the academy will not only get half of the excess, but will also be eligible for a "discount" exchange at the Merit Hall.
Zhao Sheng has limited connections in Guiyuan Sect and even has few direct disciples.
However, there are too many disciples in Guiyuan Sect and the competition is too fierce, among whom there are many "ambitious" people.
So after Zhao Sheng spread the word, more than a dozen people who had reached the great perfection of Qi training came to him that day and volunteered to follow him to "achieve great things."
Zhao Sheng didn't originally intend to do this, but faced with these activists who brought their own food, he of course gladly accepted it.
Quality is more important than quantity!
After a series of interviews, Zhao Sheng only accepted four of them, and sent the others away after giving each of them a few essence and blood talismans.
Just as Zhao Sheng was concentrating on preparing for the affairs of Tianhuang Territory, a sudden piece of bad news interrupted his plans.
That afternoon, Zhao Sheng was concentrating on refining a batch of blood refining talismans.
Click
A jade pendant hanging around his waist suddenly broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
Zhao Sheng's face suddenly changed. He threw down the talisman pen and rushed out of the talisman-making room.
Two breaths later, from a cliff somewhere on the hillside of Moya Mountain, a cloud boat suddenly rose into the sky, flew high into the sky, and then sped towards Dongtian City.
…
Six days later, Taiwu Mountain,
In the mountaintop courtyard, all the Zhao family members who cultivated immortality appeared, and everyone looked distraught.
At the same time, in a bedroom in the courtyard, Zhao Jinjian was lying stiffly on the bed with an extremely pale face.
At this time, Zhao Sheng sat by the bed, lowered his head slightly and said nothing, but his expression was unusually calm.
Behind him, important Zhao family figures such as Zhao Xuanjing, Zhao Xuan'an, and Zhao Keru all stood solemnly.
In the end, Zhao Sheng didn't have time to see Zhao Jinjian for the last time.
Seeing Zhao Sheng remain silent and wait for a long time, Zhao Xuan'an couldn't help but persuade him: "Seventh Uncle, don't be too sad! The Fourth Ancestor died with a smile in the end."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Sheng suddenly laughed out loud, and two tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"Of course your Fourth Grandfather would laugh. And not only him, I would laugh too. He could hold his head high, chest puffed out, and smile as he reported to his ancestors that he had lived up to their expectations. The family didn't decline under his leadership, but instead grew increasingly prosperous, establishing a lasting legacy for future generations. He'd be so proud!"
After saying that, Zhao Sheng stood up, turned around and looked at Zhao Xuanjing and the others with a look of satisfaction.
Zhao Keru, foundation building level three,
Zhao Xuanjing, fourth level of foundation building,
Zhao Xuanan, second level of foundation building,
Zhao Xuance, Qi Refining Great Perfection
Zhao Tongxian, Qi Refining Great Perfection
…
Thirty years have passed. In addition to him, the Zhao family has three people who have established their foundation, four people who have reached the great perfection of Qi training, and eighteen people who have reached the late stage of Qi training... There are now more than a hundred people in the family who practice Taoism.
In addition, there is a sacred land in Taiwu Mountain, covering an area of 100 miles, with more than 200,000 ordinary people, and its sphere of influence extends thousands of miles away.
The Zhao family prospers and has successors. Zhao Jinjian can die with a smile on his face, and Zhao Sheng can put down his heavy burden and do something great.
A day later, Zhao Jinjian was buried with great ceremony. Taiwu Mountain was decorated with lights and full of joy that day.
A month later, Zhao Sheng appeared on the hillside of Taiwu Mountain, quietly sneaked into Bitan, and buried the first batch of "backup plans" at the bottom of the lake.
Three months later, Zhao Sheng resolutely left Taiwu Mountain despite the attempts of Zhao Xuan'an and others to persuade him to stay.
Before leaving, he had secret long talks with Zhao Xuanjing and Zhao Xuan'an for two days respectively.
After Zhao Sheng left, Zhao Xuanjing also returned to the Zhao clan's secret residence in Tianzhu Mountain. He was the leader of the Anbu and was content with loneliness throughout his life.
Seven days later, a cloud boat quietly landed on the shore of Longli Lake.
After the Zhao family moved away, the Ziyang Sect took back Longli Lake, but did not move in a new immortal cultivation family. Instead, it was used as a base for dispatched disciples.
Zhao Sheng did not stay here for long. After laying the second "backup plan", he left.
When he appeared again, he was already in Nanyang City, thousands of miles away.
Hundreds of years have passed, and the Liang State has long become a thing of the past, but the Zhao family of Nanyang has remained standing, known as a thousand-year-old family, and dominated Ganzhou.
After hundreds of years of continuous expansion, the Zhao family cemetery has now encompassed the entire mountain.
Although there are many tombstones and tens of thousands of graves in the cemetery, the two tombs in the center are always the most eye-catching.
As the sun sets, the dim sunlight shines obliquely on the surface of the tombstone. Zhao Sheng sits on the stone steps, looking at the lines of words on the tombstone with an inexplicably complicated expression.
"I ask the world, what is love, that makes people pledge to be together through life and death?
Two travelers fly together from north to south, their old wings experiencing many winters and summers.
Joy is fun, separation is painful, and there are even more foolish children among them.
You should say:
"With the vast clouds in the distance and the snow on the mountains, to whom shall I go?"
Looking at the tombstone of his "wife" Wang Yuyan, Zhao Sheng was silent for a long time.
When the sun set and dusk fell, Zhao Sheng suddenly stood up without saying a word and walked down the mountain step by step.
As his figure gradually lengthened and faded under the blood-red sunset, a gust of wind blew by, and a sigh suddenly filled the air, and a whisper slowly echoed in the cemetery.
"…It's hard to accept after all!"