Near noon, a wilderness plain outside the sky covered with weeds, with three monks staying there, as if they were looking for something.
These three cultivators are all just the cultivation level of the Zhoutian Realm. The highest cultivation level is an old man in his fifties. He is wearing a yellow robe and looks loyal and has wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He is practicing at the third level of the Zhoutian Realm.
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The other two are both at the first level of the Zhoutian Realm, and are both young men in their twenties wearing blue shirts. The two young men have similar faces, both have square faces, thick eyebrows and big eyes. One of them is a man.
He is slightly burly and looks two or three years older, like a brother.
The three monks are in the wilderness grassland at this moment, at least three to four thousand miles away from the sky, because the weather is sunny at this moment, but at first glance, there is no trace of the sky on the skyline.
With the cultivation of these three monks, it is extremely dangerous to be in the wasteland so far away from the sky.
The three monks seemed to know this very well, and their faces were very nervous. The two young monks in green were lowering their heads and searching carefully in the weeds, while the old man in his fifties in the yellow robe was over 10 years old
He was following these two people not far away, looking around with a vigilant look on his face, and at the same time, he was holding a silver hook-shaped magic weapon and a red copper square shield in his hands.
"Uncle Chen, I found one!"
Suddenly, the youngest young man cheered and raised his body. He grabbed a green plant with only three leaves in his left hand.
The leaves of this plant are similar to ordinary green grass, but they look much brighter and should be a kind of spiritual herb that can be used to refine something.
"good!"
The face of the old man in yellow robe who looked very loyal was immediately filled with excitement, "Come on, please keep it."
"Okay, Uncle Chen." The young man immediately took out a wooden box he carried with him with joy, carefully opened it, and put the spiritual herb in it.
"There are five more plants. I hope they can collect them today so that I won't have to come here tomorrow." Another young man looked very excited and looked more seriously in the surrounding grass.
"Uncle Chen..." At this moment, the young man who had just packed the spiritual medicine was about to continue looking for this kind of spiritual medicine, but suddenly, the light in his eyes suddenly saw the yellow robe.
The old man's body suddenly stiffened.
The young man felt something was wrong, and when he turned around, his face immediately changed drastically.
Just behind their left, less than a hundred feet away from them, two monks were actually staying at some point.
One of the two monks was wearing a blue robes with a slightly sallow complexion, while the other monk was wearing an ordinary coarse yellow robe with pockmarked sequels on his face.
There is no need to feel it carefully. These three monks could feel that the cultivation of this sallow-faced monk and the pockmarked monk was far above them.
"Don't worry, three fellow Taoists, we're just asking for some information, and there's no malice." Just when the three of them were frightened and their bodies were a little stiff, the waxy-faced monk said with a kind look on his face
This sentence is said.
"Senior, just ask what you want to ask." When the old man in yellow robe and the two young men breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the sallow monk say this.
"The closest to this place should be Gray Moth City, right?" The wax-faced monk then asked with a smile: "My companion and I haven't returned to the sky for more than 20 days. I don't know that the nearest Gray Moth City is near Gray Moth City.
Are there any major events in these cities?”
"Senior, the nearest city here is indeed Gray Moth City, which is about 5,000 miles away." The old man with a loyal face in yellow robe immediately thought, but did not dare to neglect any slight answer:
"When it comes to the recent big event, it is said that many ancient ruins have been left near the Eagle Mountain, which has caused many monks to rob, and many monks have fallen inside. As for the near Gray Moth City, if it is a big event...
Since the wreckage of ancient ruins on the other side of the Eagle Mountain, some monks with high cultivation have investigated outside the surrounding cities."
"There are monks with high cultivation in the cities around Gray Moth City checking? What about the cities in the rest of the places?" The monks with yellow-faced faces looked at each other, "What are those monks?"
"Because we are usually only near Gray Moth City, and we don't know what other cities are like, and we don't know the identities of these monks. It's just that some sect monks with high cultivation are also very afraid of them and dare not disobey them at all.
"The old man in yellow robe looked at the waxy monk and the numb-faced monk and said, "We only know that there are a large number of these monks. Basically, every monk who comes back from the sky and passes around these cities will be stopped and investigated.
These monks seem to know a lot, as if they have records of monks who live in these cities near Gray Moth City.”
The waxy-faced monk and the pockmarked monk both frowned, and then their lips moved slightly, as if they were talking to each other for a few words.
Afterwards, the waxy monk looked at the old man in yellow robe and the two young men who were still not afraid to show up, for fear of causing some trouble, and then said, "Are you monks from Gray Moth City? What are you collecting here?
Is it a magic medicine?”
"The three of us are indeed monks from Gray Moth City. We came here to collect the three-leaf little spirit grass." The old man in the yellow robe dared not hide it at all.
"Since that's the case, what about let's make a deal?" said the sallow monk calmly.
"I wonder what deal I want to do with us for seniors?" The faces of the old man in yellow robe and the two young men changed slightly.
"Don't be nervous, this transaction is very simple." The wax-faced monk saw the fear of the three monks and smiled slightly and said, "I just want you to tell us your true identities in the original form and find a safe place.
, stay for thirty days before returning to Gray Moth City. If you want spirit stones or magic weapons, you can open the conditions."
"Senior mean..." The old man in yellow robe was stunned, and his eyes suddenly flashed with a look of surprise.
"Since we are doing a transaction, I don't want to hide anything from you. There are many rivals between us, and maybe those monks who investigate may be our rivals. We have some disguise techniques, so I want to borrow them for the time being.
Once you use your identity, you have mixed up with these investigations." The waxy monk glanced at the old man in the yellow robe, "This move should not have any hindrance to you. Anyway, you will go back in thirty days, and the one who checked you may not be the same monk, and
Even if you are the same monk, you will not be suspicious at all, because you can naturally come out of the sky again and go back again."
"This..." The old man in yellow robe looked at each other and both looked at him, and he looked like he wanted to speak but stopped.
"I can guarantee that the spirit stones and magic weapons will not treat you badly. And if I use strength to put you in one place, it will be easy to sleep for thirty days. I just don't want to do this." The sallow-faced monk looked at his yellow robe.
The old man and two young men glanced at each other.
"Senior! According to the proposal of his senior, this kind of transaction is naturally only profitable but not loss for us, but we do have other reasons." The old man in the yellow robe immediately smiled bitterly and explained: "Otherwise, with our cultivation, how can we
Dare to go so far to collect this spiritual medicine?”
"Speak straight away if you have something to do." The sallow-faced monk looked at the old man in yellow robe and said.
"We were forced to come here to collect this kind of spiritual medicine." The old man in yellow robe hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth and said, "A great monk captured one of our companions and asked us to do things for him, otherwise we would deal with our one.
Companion, next we must collect a certain amount of spiritual medicine and hand it over to the great monk. Then he might ask us to do other things. If he asked us to go to the area of Gray Moth City, we would have no choice."
"The great monk captured your companions? The great monk you mentioned is a Jindan stage monk? How could your companions fall into his hands?" The faces of the sallow-faced monk and the numb-faced monk showed some unexpected expressions on their faces.
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"The great monk we are talking about is indeed a Jindan stage monk. The great monk is named Jinyao Zhenren. We have no place to anger him. We just happened to be encountered by him by passing by, and we were asked to do things for him."
The old man in yellow robe has now spoken, and his and the two young men's faces were full of angry and helpless expressions.
"This Jinjiao Zhenren is a casual cultivator? From what you mean, he is not in Gray Moth City, but in this cave outside the sky?" The sallow-faced monk asked with his eyes flashed.
"His cave is located on Golden Harvest Mountain, and it is here to the Gray Moth City, about two thousand miles away." The old man in yellow robe replied.
"Oh? So it's better to go along." The waxy monk smiled and then asked, "How many levels does this Jinjiao Zhenren have to cultivate? "
"It's the first level of the Golden Pill." The old man with yellow robe flashed with a look of surprise and suspicion in his eyes.
"Since that's the case, then you can take us to meet this Golden Harrier real person." The sallow monk nodded, "If your companion has not died at his hands, I will let him hand it over it."
"Senior, are you going to help us ask for our companion?" The old man in the yellow robe and the two young men were shocked, but at the same time they both shook their heads and said extremely nervously: "But he is the Golden Pill..."
"How about it, do you bet?" But before they finished speaking, they were interrupted by the wax-faced monk. "If you want to bet, then take us to see this Jinjiao. If you don't want to, then
We will leave on our own, and you will continue to collect spiritual medicines for him here."
"I bet!"
After seeing the waxy-faced monk saying that, he turned around calmly, as if he was about to leave. The old man in the yellow robe used all his strength, gritted his teeth and shouted out.
"Then let's go. If you can get here, there should be a flying magic weapon." The sallow-faced monk smiled faintly, as if this answer was not beyond his expectations.
"We have a flying magic weapon." When the old man in yellow robe heard the wax-faced monk say this, he immediately slapped the treasure bag on his body, but sacrificed a green bamboo and crane-like flying magic weapon.
"By the way", after picking up the two young monks on this flying magic weapon and starting to fly ahead to lead the way, the old man in yellow robe thought of something again and said, "When it comes to big things, there is nothing just now
Thinking of it, I wonder if this is a big deal. A famous monk angered the young master of Zhenwu Sect, captured by Zhenwu Sect, and suppressed him in Moyuling, saying that he would use the real fire to slowly burn it for two hundred days.
Kill, sacrifice and refine a magic weapon. It will be publicly displayed and people will go to watch it."