Chapter 348 Lu Ya
Xiniuhezhou, Leiyin ancient temple.

After the two saints from the West returned to the sect, the Taoist Jie Yin decided to go into seclusion to cultivate himself, and asked Zhunti to arrange for his disciples to prepare for the Conferred God Ceremony.

Zhunti looked puzzled: "The great calamity of Conferred Gods is approaching, now is not the time to retreat."

Jie Yin stretched out his hand from his sleeve, and the strange image in his palm was displayed directly in front of Zhunti.

"This~"

Zhunti's expression changed, and there was a dark blue spot on his palm.

Judging from the injuries, it was obvious that they were recently sustained.

He finally understood why Jie Yin was unwilling to show up in front of his disciples. He was probably worried that the abnormality of his palm would be discovered by his disciples and cause panic.

"That diamond cutter is so powerful that it can actually hurt you in Yang Jian's hands?"

Jie Yin sighed, "I underestimated the enemy. That thing is extremely strong and powerful. It is not an ordinary innate spiritual treasure. Although this injury is not a big deal, if it changes, it will become a flaw in the body of Taoism and be taken advantage of by the powerful enemy. So we must not be careless."

"Yang Jian has such a rare treasure, plus the Conferred God List in his hand, and he has many grudges against our sect. If we allow him to become more powerful, it will hinder the prosperity of our sect. We should deal with it in advance."

There was fear in his eyes and murderous intent flashed in his tone.

Zhunti: "Don't worry, I will arrange it clearly and leave no room for tricks."

After Jie Yin went into seclusion for cultivation, Zhunti summoned three thousand disciples to sort out the affairs of the Western religion.

When he found out that something had happened to the Merit Pool, he became furious.

When Dizang told him that his plan had failed, he was very evasive in his words, so he did not know that the lotus root of the Golden Lotus of Merit had been stolen.

When he realized this, he couldn't help but get furious and it was difficult for him to maintain the dignity of a saint.

"I asked Taoist Mosquito to look after the Merit Pond, but now such a big mistake has occurred. Where is Taoist Mosquito?"

There seemed to be flashes of thunder in Zhunti's eyes.

None of the disciples below dared to speak.

He saw two empty cushions, one of which was the Mosquito Taoist, and the other one~
"Golden Chanzi!"

Zhunti looked at Ksitigarbha and said, "Ksitigarbha, do you know?"

Dizang's soul was damaged at this time, his face was pale, but he still managed to speak: "The Mosquito Taoist failed to guard the golden lotus, and Yang Jian sneaked into the Merit Pond and stole the lotus root. After the disciples found out, they returned to the sect to investigate. The Mosquito Taoist was afraid of being punished, so he fled first. The disciples sent Jin Chanzi to intercept him, and the two were~"

"Say~"

"I was accepted as a disciple by Taoist Duobao."

"How brave!"

Zhunti was so furious that she wished she could tear Taoist Mosquito to pieces with her own hands.

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree was gleaming with light, and its mighty presence made the disciples panic.

His hatred for Yang Jian suddenly reached its peak.

He glanced at his disciples, wanting to choose one to do the job for him.

His eyes stayed on Ksitigarbha for a moment, then moved away.

The destruction of Ksitigarbha's golden body has caused great backlash, so he should rest quietly and should not leave the mountain.

Zhunti had no choice but to turn his attention to those Hongmeng ferocious beasts.

But the lesson learned from Taoist Mosquito made him fearful and he was unwilling to entrust important matters to these ferocious beasts again.

Zhunti thought to himself, "There are so many disciples in my sect, but not a single one is useful!"

"Forget it, you guys just focus on your cultivation, I will go there myself."

The Taoist Zhunti leaped up and disappeared into the Leiyin Ancient Temple.

In West Kunlun, surrounded by mountains, there are hundreds of water veins flowing down from the highest Kunlun Mountain, and then converge into large rivers in twos and threes, flowing around the mountains.

There is a river running through the cliff. On top of the cliff, someone built a stone bridge out of thin air, connecting the two cliffs.

Beside the stone bridge, there is a family whose house seems to be embedded in the mountain, or as if it has grown out of the mountain.

There was purple air rising from it, which clearly indicated that there was some extraordinary existence.

A colorful glow came from the west, about to fall on the stone bridge. The glow dissipated, revealing a figure holding a jade tree in one hand.

His face is yellow and his body is thin, giving people a feeling of being gaunt.

It is the Taoist Master Zhunti.

Taoist Zhunti walked towards the courtyard. Seeing the strange purple air in the house, his face lit up with joy and he was the first to speak: "I am lucky to have come here. It is rare to meet a Taoist fellow practicing in seclusion here."

He was about to push the door open.

"Squeak~"

Before he could do anything, the door opened automatically.

On a stone bench in the courtyard sat a Taoist with a goat beard, carrying a scarlet gourd on his back. The gourd was even bigger than his body, like a red-shelled turtle.

The Taoist looked at the newcomer with a strange look in his eyes: "Today I found that the spiritual power of this place of quiet cultivation is becoming more and more vigorous. I calculated it but got no result. Today I found out the reason after seeing you. It turns out that a saint has come in person. My bitter and cold place has become like a top-grade cave treasure land~"

"Daoist Fellow Lu Ya has said too much~"

Zhunti laughed.

Lu Ya shook his head and said, "It is said that one does not visit the Temple of Three Treasures without a reason. This place is not a temple, and I do not have any Three Treasures. I wonder why the Saint Zhunti came here?"

"Can't you come and see an old friend?"

Lu Ya continued to shake his head, his eyes full of meaning, his finger pointing towards the mountains in the east.

The mountain was covered with snow, dark clouds and thunder.

"The Queen Mother of the West has returned. Daoist friend, you took the risk to come here to look for me, but you are certainly not here to reminisce about the past."

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you~"

Zhunti sat down on the stone bench and continued, "Daoyou's magical powers are unrivaled in the prehistoric world. I came to you to ask you to kill someone."

"Who?"

"Yang Jian."

"Yang Jian? He is not someone you can easily mess with. He is a disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother and the nephew of Haotian. I heard that he is in charge of the List of Gods. If you mess with him, I am afraid that I will not be able to live in peace in the prehistoric world."

"What do you want, fellow Daoist? I have been practicing Dao for many years and I have some resources."

Lu Ya stared straight at the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

Zhunti hid the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and said, "No, this is the treasure that helped me achieve enlightenment. Change it."

Lu Ya leaned back and stroked his goatee: "I heard that you have the bitter bamboo, one of the ten innate spiritual roots?"

A look of pain appeared on Zhunti's face. He waved his sleeves and a green bamboo pole suddenly appeared on the stone table.

"I have refined the bitter bamboo into a magic weapon, named Six Pure Bamboos. I have been nurturing it for a long time and I really can't bear to part with it."

Lu Ya took the bamboo pole in his hand and looked at it, with a satisfied look on his face: "I heard that Yang Jian has a lot of hatred with the Western Church. Why don't you try to give this treasure to Yang Jian to settle the hatred?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Zhunti's voice was one of gnashing teeth.

The Golden Lotus of Merit is the foundation of Western religion. Normally, he would not bear to see the slightest scratch on it, but Yang Jian actually dug up its roots.

For Western religions, this is a great humiliation.

He looked at Lu Ya and said, "I will leave this treasure in your hands for now. If I hear the news of Yang Jian's death within a month, these six pure bamboos will belong to you. Otherwise, please return this treasure to the Western Religion."

Taoist Lu Ya shook his head slowly.

Zhunti looked surprised: "Daoyou, what do you mean? Could it be that this treasure is not worthy of your attention? My treasure is at least an innate spiritual treasure. Once it hits a person, it can seal the six senses and turn him into a cripple in a moment, without the power to resist."

"No, no, no~"

Lu Ya shook his head slowly, then curled his lips and said, "What I mean is that it doesn't take a month, just twenty-one days, and Yang Jian will definitely die."

Zhunti: "Then I will wait patiently for you to show me your magical powers."

(End of this chapter)