When Juncha woke up, he was already in a certain house in the Wenxu Sect, and when Juncha touched his body, the painting was gone.

"Senior sister, you're awake. Are you looking for that painting? It's here. ”

A child on the third floor of Qi training entered the door and saw Jun Cha sitting on the bed, holding a landscape painting that was rolled up and carefully placed.

"Senior sister, Xuanqing Daojun asked you to wake up and go to the Great Hall. ”

Juncha nodded, signaling that he understood. After passing the landscape painting, changing into clothes, he went to the main hall.

The main hall of the council is very large, standing majestically on the main peak, standing still. When the gatekeeper saw Jun Cha coming, he let Jun Cha in.

"Bang", the heavy sound of the door closing made Jun Cha look back.

Turning his head back, several Yuanying Daojun looked at him directly, although Juncha has also gone through several lives and deaths, but so many bigwigs looked at him, and his heart was still nervous.

"Boss, fellow Daoists. ”

Jun Cha was nervous in his heart, but he was as calm as an old dog on the surface, and he saluted everyone present in line with the norms.

"What did you see when you went into that house? And the painting?"

Dressed in green clothes, black hair like a waterfall, a handsome Yuanying Daojun was the first to ask Jun Tea.

Jun Cha honestly told his experience in the ancient mansion, including the painting, since they knew about the landscape painting, it was impossible to hide it, of course, they didn't mention what they saw in the painting.

Tell them that they can survive in the ancient mansion and not be invaded by evil spirits, all by taking the pill in the hands of Wang Fugui and Li Fugui, and then the two entered the house full of murals, in order to compete for treasures, the ancient mansion collapsed, and the painting was brought by himself when he escaped.

Jun Cha's explanation really doesn't have many loopholes, Xuanqing Daojun naturally knows what kind of people those two people are, they can break the seal for the sake of the treasure, and naturally they can kill each other for the treasure.

Moreover, he also found an elixir to prevent the invasion of evil qi on Li Fugui's corpse, as for the painting, it looked like a low-level magic weapon, and the aura was not obvious.

Maybe this girl is so lucky, and she will save Ming Yuan's old bones and worry about it.

Xuanqing Daojun looked at Jun Cha like a torch, Ming Yuan's ability to see people is really good, she can survive the evil spirit, at least now it seems that this girl's heart is okay, and inheriting Ming Yuan's rune is just around the corner.

"Go down. ”

Jun Cha went out and looked back for the last time, and saw Xuanqing Daojun from the storage ring with the remains of the broken murals collected from the ancient mansion.

Let's hope they don't find any heresy.

Jun Cha's face was pale, and he fled back to the cultivation residence that Yuan Qing Zhenren temporarily provided for him.

Back at the place of cultivation, Jun Cha closed the door with a "snap", and the open room was forbidden. The little boy who was temporarily taking care of Juncha poked his little head out of the other room a little strangely, shook it and nodded, looking like an old pedant.

Well, maybe the senior sister was impressed by the majesty of Yuanying Daojun, and the injury has not healed, maybe her temper is not very good, just like other senior sisters tell themselves that there are always a few days when a woman is inexplicable.

Jun Cha, who had opened the ban, leaned against the door panel, pinching the magic trick in his hand, knowing that the pain in his body was slowly subsiding, Jun Cha's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and his hands drooped weakly.

It seems that the Spirit Pattern Clan really has a curse, and the sudden appearance of evil qi in their bodies is a good explanation, perhaps this is also the reason why the Hundred Clans slowly disappeared into the long river of history after the primeval times. The evil qi that has just appeared and the aura in one's own body compete for the sovereignty of the body. Fortunately, the power of aura and vitality is far greater than that of evil qi.

Jun Cha looked at his dantian inwardly, and a trace of evil qi shrank in the corner of the dantian, and no matter how the aura and vitality could get rid of this stubborn tumor.

If the information given by the light cluster in the painting is correct, this evil energy will slowly grow in the future until this body is completely controlled. A body controlled by evil energy will only kill in a frenzied manner. Evil qi is already difficult to control, and nine times out of ten monks who cultivate evil qi are murderous people, it is difficult to control their behavior, and in order to gain power quickly, the price paid is this.

Thinking that he might become a mad maniac in the future, Jun Cha was irritable in his heart.

On the other side, in the main hall, several Yuanying Daojun were slowly splicing together the broken murals that Xuanqing Daojun brought back. Needless to say, Yuanying Daojun's ability was quickly spliced together. The scenes of the daily life of the Lingwen clan, the historical origin of the Lingwen clan are projected in front of you, although some have been blurred or even damaged, but you can still vaguely see the prosperity of the year.

"Come and see. Xuanqing Daojun stood in front of a broken and missing mural and pointed to a monk in the mural.

In that mural, the monk is surrounded by hundreds of people, all of whom are praying for him reverently and singing the hymns of the Spirit Pattern clan. But at the back of the mural, the monk who had been blessed by everyone killed himself.

"This man should be loved among the Spirit Tattoo clan, otherwise there would not have been so many people to pray for him when he died. But why do you want to watch people of your own race kill themselves?"

The Yuanying Daojun present all had brains, and combined with other murals, they naturally understood the possible reasons.

It seems to have touched on some of the secrets of the hundred tribes.

"Ahem, okay, let's stop here for today's matter, and then we will devote our energy to investigate this matter.

Now that the sect competition is coming, let's think about the things in front of us, accept more good disciples, and prosper me to ask about the void is the first thing. The Spirit Pattern Clan and the Hundred Clans are a thing of the past. “

As the head of a sect, the head of Chongming turned the topic to the big competition of the sect, it is true that the hundred clans are already in the past, and it is worth learning a lesson, but now is the most important thing.

"Senior Brother Xuanqing, I see that you haven't accepted apprentices for many years, so it's time to choose a seedling to pass on. “

A group of Yuanying Daojun were noisy in the main hall, some said that they had taken a fancy to a disciple and asked others not to rob them; some shirked their busyness and had no intention of teaching them; and some Buddhist people watched the drama like outsiders, and the apprentices were dispensable.

This scene seems to be contrary to the stereotype of the disciples of the Yuan Ying Daojun.

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The next day, Jun Cha went to visit Ming Yuan Zhenren with the spirit wine bought by the trustee.

As soon as he arrived at the library guarded by Ming Yuan, Xiao Fei leaned over and flew towards Jun Cha, and pecked Jun Cha's head with a long crane beak.

"Why haven't you changed this bad habit? Juncha grabbed Xiao Fei's crane beak with one hand, and suddenly his mouth was closed, Xiao Fei fanned his wings, and the crane eyes asked for help.

Seeing that it was Ming Yuan's real person, Jun Cha let go of Xiaofei and walked over with the spirit wine in his hand.

"I'm back, I heard that you've entered that evil house, it's okay. Ming Yuan Zhenren took the wine jug and looked at it, then handed it to Jun Cha, and motioned for Jun Cha to fill it for himself.

"If there is anything, will I still be in front of you? ”

Handing the full flask back, Juncha touched Xiaofei's head beside him.

"It's just that I have something I want to ask you. ”

"Hmph, no wonder I brought the old man a much more expensive spirit wine than usual. Go ahead. ”

The sound of wine filling my stomach lingered in my ears.