Chapter 677 No Such Person (3)
Lu Yi soared into the air and floated in the sky on a cloud. In front of him, a green mirror flashed, illuminating the image of the Bailong River Bay in Bailong City.
The Divine Vulture, Joy and Nine Dragons, three great Bodhisattva-level beings from Buddhism gathered together. The circular light technique that Lu Yi displayed was very crude. It was obvious that his behavior of spying on what was going on over there would definitely be discovered!
But inside and outside Bailong City, there are at least 90,000 true immortals from Taoism and Buddhism who are like Lu Yi!
Ninety thousand true immortals are watching...
This is not called 'spying', this is called 'watching openly'!
Can you refuse the attention of ninety thousand True Immortals?
Even the monk Shenjiu was unwilling to do something that would anger the public.
Therefore, Lu Yi simply placed a small coffee table on the cloud, poured a pot of fragrant tea, and drank tea while watching the fun with a smile.
A large group of bald monks blocked that section of Bailong Creek. The white wooden sword carved by Lu Yi himself, which chopped the body of the Snow Cliff Monk into pieces with one strike, was imprisoned by a ray of snow-colored Buddha light and was floating in front of the Divine Eagle Monk.
The eyes of the Divine Eagle Monk flickered, and wisps of Buddha's light gushed out from his eyes, dissecting the wooden sword bit by bit.
Lu Yi’s craftsmanship in refining tools is very rough.
He himself had never refined anything useful. The swords, spears, armor, etc. that he had obtained were either refined for him by the monk Shenzui and a group of old monks from the Jishengtian Buddhist sect, or refined by the Yuantai in the underground earth lung furnace in Yuanlingtianjian City.
This wooden sword is a disposable item.
Lu Yi used up his immense magical power to seal the profound principles of the Dao that he had comprehended into the wooden sword. It was like a highly concentrated and compressed bomb that exploded with overwhelming power in an instant, and killed the Snow Cliff Monk with overwhelming violence.
However, the "One Qi Sutra" that Lu Yi practiced was derived from the Three-Eyed God-Man Diagram, which was profound and far beyond the imagination of ordinary immortals. Therefore, although the method of refining this wooden sword was very rough and poor, the avenue contained in it was extremely profound and subtle, which made the monk Shenjiu more and more shocked the more he looked at it!
The lines of Tao rhyme and laws in the wooden sword were as natural as a work of art. The strands of Tao rhyme were perfectly intertwined, and they followed a certain "law" that even surpassed the current realm of Monk Shenjiu. This made this extremely fragile wooden sword, which was just an ordinary plum tree branch, burst out with power that was enough to kill a true immortal.
Just like the most common saltpeter, sulfur and charcoal, the three are harmless when separated.
However, if these three raw materials are crushed and mixed together in a certain proportion, they will explode with a loud bang, with a terrifying force that can shatter people to pieces!
In this white wooden sword, those great laws that have a low degree of comprehension are like ordinary raw materials.
Any one of them alone cannot cause much damage to the Snow Cliff Monk.
However, when all these great laws, such as Hunyuan, Liangyi, Sixiang, Wuxing, and dozens of other miscellaneous laws were mixed together in this superb way, the power that burst out in an instant was enough to terrify the monk Shenjiu at this moment.
"This inheritance..." The Divine Eagle Monk did not even look at the Bodhisattva of Joy, but asked the Nine Dragons Venerable directly: "You have been in charge of the Great Dragon Ridge for many years, and have seen countless Taoist immortals. Have you ever seen such a method?"
Lord Jiulong shook his head firmly.
He had never seen such an exquisite and extraordinary magical skill.
Jiulong Zun was well-informed, and he knew many Taoist immortals with profound Taoism and superb magical powers. However, none of the methods of those immortals could be compared with the methods revealed by the wooden sword in front of him.
The owner of this wooden sword would not be very powerful.
But his Taoism is far superior to those of the great Taoist masters.
"Which sect's true teachings?" The Divine Eagle Monk gritted his teeth, his body trembling with anger: "Your junior brother came to your White Dragon City to play, and you didn't even stay by his side to accompany him and protect him... How did you do that, senior brother?"
The Nine Dragons Venerable glanced at the Divine Eagle Monk and said calmly, "I have never been interested in the games that Junior Brother plays. So... Could it be that Master wants me, your disciple, to watch him hold the Unobstructed Conference in front of him?"
The Divine Eagle Monk stared at the Venerable Nine Dragons.
Reverend Jiulong's eyes were glowing with a silvery light, and he stared straight at his master's eyes without fear.
The master and the disciple stared at each other for a long time, and then the monk Shenjiu sneered: "You have to get to the bottom of this matter! You take this sword... In this White Dragon City, you have to work hard to catch the murderer."
Before the Nine Dragons Venerable could speak, the Divine Eagle Monk had already waved behind him and said, "Xue Xiao , you stay in Bailong City and help your Senior Brother Nine Dragons track down the murderer. The murderer must be found alive or dead... Your Senior Brother has always been kind and merciful, so you need to help him out a little more in this matter!"
Behind the Divine Eagle Monk, a monk in white robes, about 13 feet tall, as thin as a bamboo pole, with thin lips, narrow eyes, a big hooked nose stuck on two high cheekbones, and a rather vicious and sinister look, appeared to be in his early thirties. He walked out slowly, put his hands together, and saluted to Jiulong silently.
Standing up, Monk Xuexiao grinned, "Master, rest assured. No matter who hurt Junior Brother Xueya, I will find him and chop him into pieces...."
The Nine Dragons Reverend snorted heavily.
Monk Xuexiao's body swayed, his face turned pale, and he involuntarily took two steps back.
He looked at Lord Jiulong in horror, the slight smile on his face disappeared no longer.
"Brother Xuexiao, a disciple of the Buddhist sect, please do not speak carelessly." Venerable Jiulong took a deep look at Monk Xuexiao and said calmly, "Countless Taoist friends are watching, but you should not tarnish the reputation of our Great Secret Golden Wheel Temple, lest people think that our Great Secret Golden Wheel Temple is a robber's den."
As soon as the Nine Dragons Venerable said this, the Joyful Bodhisattva beside him burst out laughing. It would have been fine if he had just laughed, but while he was laughing, his body was shaking all over, and his right hand seemed to casually rest on the arm of the Divine Eagle Monk.
"Hey, Senior Brother, what Junior Brother Jiulong said is very interesting. Is your Great Secret Golden Wheel Temple a robber's lair?"
The expression on the monk Shenjiu turned extremely ugly.
He pointed at the Nine Dragons Venerable fiercely, and with a flick of his sleeves, he made the Joyful Bodhisattva stagger. A gust of cold wind from under his feet rolled up countless ice crystals, which turned into a bright cloud of light that rushed into the sky, and then flew straight towards the direction of the Nine Dragons Cave.
Bodhisattva Joy quickly set up a cloud and chased after him: "Brother, brother, please walk slowly, walk slowly... I have a message to share with you. You have great wisdom and great supernatural powers, maybe we can communicate something."
"Brother, one of my incense-serving boys is called Yin Xiu. He was also killed by the Taoists with the Yin-Yang Divine Thunder... He and Junior Brother Xueya were close friends who hit it off right away. Do you think he is involved in this matter?"
Then, the speed of the cloud light of the Divine Eagle Monk suddenly slowed down.
Bodhisattva Joy chased after him with a smile, and hurriedly walked shoulder to shoulder with the Divine Eagle Monk. She put her lips painted with light red rouge close to the Divine Eagle Monk's ear, and while chattering incessantly, they walked together towards the direction of the Nine Dragon Cave.
Beside the White Dragon Stream, Monk Xuexiao bowed to Venerable Jiulong and said, "Brother, how do we investigate this matter? Is the murderer in the city?"
Jiulong Zun put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist chant: "The murderer must be in the city. He left this wooden sword behind. Then, we should follow the sword energy left in the wooden sword and find the murderer!"
The next moment, the voice of the Nine Dragons Venerable resounded throughout the city: "Fellow Daoists, please cooperate. All Daoists, please come to the air for a while and hand over a wisp of immortal energy so that I can compare it."
The voice of the Nine Dragons Venerable was extremely gentle: "This is about the attack on my junior brother. Junior brother Xueya is the only true disciple of my master. He was attacked in my White Dragon City. This matter cannot be let go. Therefore, I have to trouble you fellow Taoists."
Rays of cloud light shot up into the sky.
In Bailong City, all the powerful True Immortals, whether they were permanent residents or just passing by, flew into the sky.
Venerable Jiulong and Monk Xuexiao also flew into the sky with a large group of monks from the Daming Jinlun Temple. The wooden sword hovered beside them, emitting wisps of unusually sharp sword energy.
Large groups of true immortals flew past them one after another, holding wisps of lively immortal power of different colors and auras in their palms.
Venerable Jiulong and Monk Xuexiao used their magical powers to carefully identify the auras of these true immortals, but found that none of them had the same aura as the residual sword energy in the wooden sword.
True immortals act extremely quickly.
It only took a quarter of an hour to compare the auras of more than a hundred thousand True Immortals.
However, all the True Immortals in the city have been compared, and none of them is the owner of the white wooden sword!
Venerable Jiulong and Monk Xuexiao were both confused.
Monk Xuexiao looked at the Nine Dragons Venerable with some suspicion: "Brother, are you sure that the murderer did not escape from the city? This White Dragon City, inside and outside, has no restrictions at all, and people are allowed to enter and leave the city freely. If someone's cultivation is far superior to that of Brother, I'm afraid..."
Venerable Jiulong glanced at Monk Xuexiao.
A terrifying pressure was like a huge snow mountain falling on his head, shaking the Snow Owl monk, who had reached the 29th level of cultivation, so much that his whole body trembled and blood oozed out of his seven orifices.
Monk Xuexiao screamed in shock, "Bodhisattva realm... yes, yes, it's Junior Brother who spoke without thinking, it's ridiculous."
Monk Xuexiao looked at Venerable Jiulong in shock. He really didn't expect that Venerable Jiulong, who was not very famous among the many disciples of the Daming Jinlun Temple, had actually stepped into the threshold of the Bodhisattva realm!
In this case, given the background of Venerable Jiulong, only a great bodhisattva or a powerful being at the level of Buddha could escape from White Dragon City without alerting Venerable Jiulong.
But would a great Bodhisattva or Buddha come to assassinate the Snow Cliff Monk for no reason?
Are you free?
In particular, although the aura of this white wooden sword is extremely exquisite, the sword master's cultivation is obviously not very high...
So...
"A very clever hiding method?" Monk Xuexiao's face was gloomy. "Search the whole city, don't worry about disturbing the people... Brother, you stay in the clouds, leave these trivial matters to me!"
Monk Xuexiao led a large group of monks from the Daming Jinlun Temple and rushed to various places in Bailong City.
After a day and a night, Lord Jiulong and Monk Xuexiao were at a loss again - they searched all over Bailong City, but found no one who had anything to do with the white wooden sword!
The sword master who assassinated the Snow Cliff Monk seemed to not exist!
