Big Bodhi [The Great Enlightenment] - Chapter 259

[Chapter 257]

Dongfeng, Yuxiu Pavilion.

It was already 12 hours, and the golden and red sun was hanging high. From the upper palace of Tongming, looking towards the extreme sky, the misty sea of snow-white clouds had already been dipped by the rising sun into a dazzling red morning glow, which was incomparably beautiful.

Ji Wushu was wearing a coarse cloth blue robe representing a handyman disciple, and the mysterious air was flowing in the palm of his hand. He ordered a silk cloth spiritual tool with a radius of several feet, and was cleaning several palaces on the edge of the East Peak.

“These disciples of the Jade Court Palace are really lucky. A random palace here is worthy of the most powerful place in the world of Taichu. If you can practice here for a long time, I’m afraid I will be able to break into it soon. Return to the real world!”

Under the flow of emotions, Ji Wushu was still meticulously cleaning many corners of the palace, and he had no complaints about being called as a handyman disciple, but there was a hint of yearning and ambition in his expression.

“What is this?” The

silk cloth spirit tool stopped abruptly and kept spinning around in a corner.

Ji Wushu went to the front, only to find that there was an outdated crock pot. The crock pot was covered with dust. After the silk cloth spirit tool swept away the dust, the crock pot body was instantly replaced. A new dust stain appeared, which was very strange.

“There’s still such a thing?”

Ji Wushu tried to urge the silk cloth spirit tool to cover the jar, but he still couldn’t wipe off the endless dust on it, and he couldn’t help feeling very interesting for a while.

Suddenly, an icy voice came from afar: “What are you doing?”

Ji Wushu looked up, and what caught his eye was a disciple of the Jade Court Palace in a azure robe, and he cleaned the side hall. The temple pavilion is the training ground for this disciple.

Putting away the silk cloth spiritual tool, Ji Wushu slightly cupped his hands and said neither humble nor arrogant: “I am cleaning the palace.”

“Did you clean the palace like this? You have been casting a cleansing spell on the air, aren’t you idiots?” The Qingpao disciple looked a little displeased, “Where is this a handyman disciple assigned from? It’s so stupid. !”

Ji Wushu’s expression moved slightly, capturing the details in the words of the Qingpao disciple, pretending to be close to the crock pot unintentionally, and saying: “This senior brother, there is some dust here, so I…”

“What? What kind of dust is there? There is clearly nothing in front of you!” The Qingpao disciple showed anger, shook his sleeve robe fiercely, and scolded, “A mere handyman disciple, is the word ‘Senior Brother’ also worthy of your name? Get off for me!”

Ji Wushu lowered his head, and there was a trace of cold killing intent in his eyes, but he didn’t open his mouth, but bowed to the Qingpao disciple according to the rules, and slowly retreated .

Although the Qingpao disciple was also a cultivation base of Guizhen Upper Realm, he was a disciple of the side hall of the Jade Court Palace, and his status was much more noble than that of the lowest-ranking servant disciple.

“Unreachable idiot!” Seeing Ji Wushu retreat, the Qingpao disciple couldn’t help but snorted coldly, adjusted the front of the Zhanqing robe, and walked straight out of the palace.

After an unknown time, a figure reappeared in the palace.

As a handyman disciple responsible for cleaning several palaces on the edge of Dongfeng, Ji Wushu holds the jade talismans of the outer palaces of these palaces, and can enter the outer palaces of these palaces at any time.

Walking slowly to the corner of the outer hall, Ji Wushu looked at the dusty earthen jar in front of him, gritted his teeth, and was actually directing the mysterious energy, wanting to put it into the storage spiritual tool.

This crock pot is extremely strange. Not only is there an endless stream of dust on it, but the Qingpao disciples living here seem to be unable to see it at all, which is enough to prove the extraordinaryness of this crock pot.

“Slow down!”

Suddenly, an old voice entered the depths of Ji Wushu’s mind.

Ji Wushu was stunned for a moment. He first looked around, and after realizing that there was no life, he slowly lowered his head to look at the pot in front of him: “Are you talking to me?”

“Not bad!” The old voice was a little vague, and there was a faint aura of dignity and vicissitudes in it, “This old man is a reincarnation of an ancient great power, and now he is only temporarily here, I advise you to respect the old man, don’t be ignorant of life and death!”

Ji Wushu laughed for a while, looked at the old crock pot in front of him again, and said: “I have never seen an ancient great power shrink in such a small vessel.”

“Presumptuous! You! How dare this fellow dare to offend… Stop! Don’t do it!”

There was a little anger in the old voice, but after realizing that Ji Wushu took out a magic sword, his tone changed very quickly. Not only did the ancient vicissitudes of life dissipate, but there was even a hint of pleading in the words.

Ji Wushu gestured the magic weapon long sword on the crock pot and said with a smile: “Tell me, what kind of ghost are you?”

“It’s a long story, you must not break this crock pot. ,” the old voice sighed, and the dust on the jar became more and more. “I really am a reincarnation of the ancients, but I was sealed here by an enemy of life and death. It has been thousands of years.”

After a pause, the old voice seemed to have thought of something, and the tone became much higher: “I have been trapped here for so long, no creature has ever been able to detect me, who are you, and why can you see Feng Feng? The existence of the spirit jar?”

Ji Wushu looked a little strange, and now he has found that the creatures in the jar are a little dull, he thought for a while, and said, “Why can’t this jar be broken?”

The old voice paused. After a while, he said: “Because the sealing jar is an ancient treasure, if it is broken, the pure spiritual energy stored in it will escape, and as a creature sealed in it, my soul will also be split. And die.”

“What kind of spiritual energy is contained in it, and it is so miraculous?” Ji Wushu’s tone was flat, and his eyes trembled imperceptibly.

“This spiritual energy is incomparably mysterious, and it can even allow creatures to break through several levels one after another, reshaping their souls and hearts!” The old voice was a little smug, but the next moment he realized something was wrong, and exclaimed, “What are you going to do? stop!”

Ji Wushu’s eyes were slightly cold, he held the magic weapon long sword and pulled a sword flower, and the profound energy of returning to the upper realm surged   out: “If that’s the case, then you can go.” Profound energy penetrated into the tip of the long sword, and a three-foot cold light pierced out, slicing the dust-covered earthen pot into thousands of pieces.

Ji Wushu’s color changed slightly, and he looked down at the empty shell of the crock pot, and did not notice any magical aura at all.

“It really is a foolish ant, the deity is just a little trick, you will be fooled.”

As the old voice came to the ear, a tall and majestic figure in black robes condensed out of the remnant shell of the pot, looking towards Ji Wushu’s eyes were full of sarcasm.

Unparalleled oppression swept in from all directions, Ji Wushu inadvertently glanced at the intricate ghost lines on the robe of the black figure, his heart trembled, and he subconsciously urged his profound energy to escape from the palace, but he moved in the slightest. Must not.

“The Tongming Mountains have been noticed, but the younger generation in recent years should not know me, so I have to leave this place quickly.” The

tall black-robed old man raised his head slightly, and his icy eyes passed through the top of the hall, towards The direction of the Three Realms of Taiyu Shengzong looked far away.

In the deepest part of the Tongming Palace, above the water abyss, Su Yan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the huge light curtain with a radius of hundreds of meters on the side of the water abyss with some doubts.

Above this suspended light curtain, there are tens of thousands of golden light spots densely distributed, among which the golden light spots representing the Jade Court Palace are trembling slightly at this time, gradually dipping in a layer of strange black.

“Come here.”

“I have seen His Highness the Holy Son.”

An elder of the Tongming Palace, who was in the first realm of the Divine Sea, appeared above Shuiyuan, and saluted extremely respectfully.

The Holy Son of Su Yan was silent for a moment, and said, “I am at a critical juncture in my practice right now, and I have no ability to do anything. You immediately go to the Jade Court Palace to investigate and see what happened there

.”

“Wait,” Su Yan Shengzi seemed to think of something, “If I remember correctly, the lord of the Jade Court Palace should be the seventh undetermined holy son Ji Yuenian. When you go to the Jade Court Palace this time, you need to be careful not to conflict with it.”

“His Royal Highness, I naturally know about this.”

The elder of the Tongming Palace, who was in the realm of the Divine Sea, nodded and slowly withdrew from the water abyss.

Behind Ji Yuenian is the Li Family of the Third Mountain Range. Regarding the change of the title of the Holy Son of the Third Mountain, the Holy Son of Suyan and the Li Family have long had a tacit understanding. This matter is well known in the Tongming Palace.

(End of this chapter)