On the third day of the next month, Djinn City.

On the note, seven big characters, extremely concise, sharp, and full of toughness with every stroke———— it is the handwriting of Zhou Zimo, the head of Xuanling Mountain.

The master has always been reluctant to say too much in his speech, and has always only said the main points.

The same is true for the message this time.

Sunan Xing couldn't help but be a little curious, on the third day of the first lunar month next month, what would he do in Giant Spirit City?

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Djinn City.

Located in the very middle of the spiritual realm.

It is also the largest sect in this spiritual world, with the largest number of believers, and the most beautiful.

I think that at the beginning, when Su Nanxing first saw the introduction of this sect in the scroll of the Library Pavilion, he secretly laughed at it————

Anyway, he is also a big faction, but the ancestor of the mountain is a lazy person.

The name of this sect is really sloppy.

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Different sects have their own strengths, and all the monks in this giant spirit city are cultivating the power of prayer.

They would cast idols as their own avatars, listen to the wishes of the believers, and then enhance their cultivation from the incense drawn by the idols.

And the founding ancestor of this faction, Ruan Yingyan, started from scratch from a small ruined temple.

I have to say that Ruan Yingyan is really a smart person.

He first came to a remote place, stole beams and changed pillars, and replaced the original dilapidated land statue in the temple with a stone statue carefully carved by himself, called, Yingyan Immortal Statue.

Subsequently, a rumor quickly spread in the small village.

"I heard that the land temple at the east end of the village has appeared!"

"Isn't that place deserted for years?"

"Yes, but don't you know, just a few days ago, a farmer went in to take shelter from the rain, and found that the idol inside had changed from a land lord to a, what, what, immortal ......"

It is said that the farmer made a wish to the stone statue at that time, saying that he hoped that the rain would stop and that he would be able to reach his home safely. And guess what? As soon as he looked up, the rain outside really stopped!"

"This is too godly, isn't it?"

"So, now, that place is no longer a land temple. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, I've heard of that, it's called Yingyan Immortal. Legend has it that my mother went to worship yesterday. ”

"Yes, yes, my family also said this morning that they would take their children to worship. ”

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And the farmer who deliberately spread the news was secretly hiding behind the broken temple at the moment, watching the people coming in twos and threes, enjoying the fragrance of incense.

Who is it if it's not Ruan Yingyan?

Of course, there are also unbelieving scholars, frowning, and said indignantly: "How do you know that someone is not deliberately making trouble." ”

"Hmph, as a scholar, I'm not as easy to fool as you. ”

"So, why don't you give it a try?"

"yes, I'd rather try. ”

"Uh-huh..."

You only need to burn three pillars of incense, and it is true that the spirit is real, and if it is not spiritual, there will be nothing missing, and the people who thought that there were ghosts at first began to waver.

Believe it or not, almost everyone in the village and town went to the ruined temple to make a wish.

In this sparsely populated village, where demons are rampant, and the monks from the outside world don't care about it at all, the most begging is naturally to bless peace and eradicate evil spirits.

And for those who cultivate immortals, this is also the best thing to achieve.

“............”

"It's a real spirit. ”

"It's a djinn!"

"Haha, yes, it's a djinn!"

In this way, the villagers who came to the temple to burn incense and worship came one after another, from the first day of the new year to the fifteenth day of the new year, in an endless stream.

Because people found that since there were Yingyan immortals in this village, there have been no incidents such as ghosts and ghosts harming people.

Gradually, there were more and more believers who worshiped the Yingyan Immortals.

With the growth of Nguyen Anh Yan's power and the gathering of believers, more and more palaces and temples were built in the originally inconspicuous small villages. One by ten, ten by hundred, and monks from afar began to hear the news......

"This Mr. Ruan is really not simple. ”

"There are a lot of talents. ”

"The cultivator has been buried for so many years, and finally there is a capable person. ”

"Yes, the people are said to have made a wish here. ”

"Djinn?"

"Well, djinn!"

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After that, Ruan Anh Yan's family business and power increased rapidly, the number of disciples increased day by day, and the original village was also expanded into a big city, gradually forming its own faction.

And the name, he didn't bother to take it again, he simply obeyed the public opinion, and it became the ———— Giant Spirit City today.

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Sunan Xing is still wondering, what happened to Giant Spirit City?

Then I heard another strange noise coming from the window.

"Bang Bang"

"Chirp"

A small, dark blue shadow struggled against the lattice with its tiny body.

“！！！”

"Why is it a blue bird again!?"

Sunan Star was about to run to the window.

But he saw a tall and thin figure pacing ahead of him, passing by, and before Sunan Xing could react, he had already thrown a blue bird dripping with water droplets on the table in disgust.

Sunan Xing: "............" is so violent.

Shen Muchen: "............" Don't want this seat to dry your clothes again!

In between, the edge of the window rose and fell, and the bluebird was caught and thrown out, without even a trace of wind and rain penetrating.

Sunan Xing couldn't help but admire when he thought about the embarrassed appearance he had been drenched in before, and secretly envied, the power is different...

But he didn't have time to think too much, he was more concerned about the content of the creed.

Sunan Xing gently put the fat bird that had been dried in his arms on the other table behind him, and reached out to grab the wet new messenger, wanting to dry its feathers with his sleeve.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Sunan Xing pulled up his sleeves, the blue bird was snatched by someone next to him, and was thrown back in an instant.

Sunan Star touches it, and it has already warmed...

“...........”

“...........”

What does Shen Muchen mean by this? Doesn't he hate blue birds?

Faced with Shen Muchen's sudden way of thinking, Su Nanxing racked his brains and couldn't think of it, so he simply ignored him, just repeated the steps just now, took out a new note, and opened it carefully.

Compared with the previous ones, this time's handwriting is completely different, it is more immature and sloppy, and Su Nanxing knows who it is from at a glance.

A few lines of wild grass on the note are crooked, and after careful identification, it can be vaguely seen that it is written:

Hehe, you must not understand the creed written by the master.

Sunanxing: "........."

With just a few words, the letter was already occupied.

Su Nanxing was helpless, turned over the note, pieced it together, and finally found a little useful information:

Next month is the Giant Spirit Succession Ceremony.

There is also a payment ———— Nanjun

It turned out that he was going to a party, and Su Nanxing was still quite emotional about eating, drinking, and seating, but Shen Muchen was here......

But before he could finish thinking about it, Sunan Xing's heart sank suddenly.

"Snap"

"Snap"

“......”

“......”

No, again!