Chapter 67 Listening and Making a Choice

The farmer surnamed Du and the scholar surnamed Yu hurriedly walked in the direction of the Sirius King's Palace. They seemed to be very familiar with the path, and it didn't look like they were here for the first time. Wu Yan followed them to the palace in Wangcheng and saw that the guards in the palace seemed to recognize the two of them and invited them into the palace very respectfully. Wu Yan had no choice but to stop and gave up his plan to catch up with the two men and ask them carefully.

Returning to the small inn where he stayed next to the Buddha Temple, Wu Yan walked towards his room and met two wretched-looking Jianghu people. Of those two people, one was in his fifties, with a sloppy beard, and his eyes were more white than black. He seemed to be blind. The other was in his twenties, skinny and had the head of a deer and the eyes of a rat. When Wu Yan came over, the two of them happened to walk from the door of his room to the next door, as if they had been at the door of Wu Yan's room just now.

When the two heard the noise and saw Wu Yan coming over, their expressions changed slightly and they greeted Wu Yan awkwardly. The thin man grabbed the blind man's arm and opened the door next door. The two of them got in one after the other. They went in and quickly closed the door, sneaking around, as if they were afraid Wu Yan would ask them something.

Wu Yan touched his chin, looked at the door next door suspiciously, walked to the door of his own room, checked carefully, and found that there was no sign that the door had been opened. He looked at the next door suspiciously again, then opened the door and walked in. Standing at the door, he checked the room carefully. There was nothing strange in the room.

Wu Yan shook his head, wondering if he was being too preoccupied? After closing the door and just lying down, ready to take a rest, he heard the words "Buddha Pearl" again in his ears.

The sound came from the next room. Although the speaker's voice was very low, Wu Yan could still hear everything clearly due to his current cultivation level. Based on his current cultivation level, unless the monk used a special forbidden control array to block his spiritual sense induction, any sound or smell within dozens of feet would not be able to hide from his senses.

The two people who just bumped into each other next door were speaking. The two of them seemed to be afraid of being overheard, so they deliberately lowered their voices.

Wu Yan quietly sat up and listened attentively. His brows furrowed more and more as he listened.

First, an old and unclear voice said: "Shu Zi, I heard that many mysterious people are asking about the pagoda beads recently. Do you know?"

Then came a small, squeaky voice: "Uncle Blind, I've heard about this too. I was making money at the gambling house this morning, and I heard from Boss Na Ge that someone had offered a reward of a thousand taels of gold to buy that Buddha beads. Uncle Blind, who would be okay? What would you do with that thing? I know, that thing is what was left after the Buddha was cremated. How disgusting, and there are still people asking for such a high price. Son, tsk tsk, there are really weird things happening every year, especially this year.”

"Rat, you don't care what people want that thing for, why don't you give in to the reward? Although our Kingdom of Heavenly Wolf has a prosperous Buddhism, many temples, and many pagodas, I have never heard of this pagoda bead. There are a few. Hey, rat, I have a business now, do you dare to do it with me?"

"What deal?"

"I heard that there is a pagoda bead treasured in the palace. How about we step in and find it for him in the past two days? It's a thousand taels of gold. Each of us has five hundred. We won't be able to spend it all in a lifetime!"

"Really?"

"Is that still a lie? The pagoda beads in the palace were the ones that my uncle personally escorted from Sanggan Temple in Cangwu Prefecture to the palace when he was a guard in the early years when he was not blind. I am familiar with the route of the palace. Although my eyes are blind, my uncle is blind. , but my ears are sharp and my mind is as clear as a mirror. How about you work, with your uncle leading the way?"

"Okay, let's do it! But uncle, let's get out of here quickly. Why do I feel that the tenant next to me gives me a strange feeling, as if he is very powerful?"

"Well, uncle feels the same way. Don't recruit him. Let's leave tonight. Let's get out of here. If someone hangs us up, this deal will be ruined..."

The two of them whispered for a while. Wu Yan was really surprised at this time. He sat up, touched his chin and thought for a moment. He couldn't help but become concerned about hearing about the "Buddha Pearl" twice.

The first two weird immortal cultivators said this. Although Wu Yan felt suspicious, he didn't take it too seriously. Now after listening to these two people, there are still people who are paying high prices to buy "Buddha Beads", so there must be something interesting here. It was about whether he could successfully participate in the pagoda conference, so he couldn't help but care about it.

Thinking of this, Wu Yan no longer felt sleepy. He stood up and quietly walked out of the room. He felt that the two people in the next room had stopped talking and were afraid that they would pack up and leave soon. Wu Yan walked to the door of their room, thought for a moment, took out a paper bag from a leather bag on his waist, opened the paper bag, shook his hands and sprinkled some colorless and odorless white powder in the paper bag on the door. Then he walked downstairs expressionlessly.

After leaving the inn, Wu Yan determined the direction and headed towards a private courtyard where loose cultivators gathered where he had inquired about a few days ago. This is a place that neither the sect monks nor the casual cultivator alliance belongs to. It is a place for underground monks to communicate temporarily formed by the casual cultivators who came to participate in the pagoda conference.

After knocking on the door, the courtyard door opened. A young monk from the third level of qi training stood at the door. When he saw it was Wu Yan, the young man smiled and said: "It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Wu. If Fellow Daoist doesn't come today, everyone will be here tomorrow." It’s about to break up.”

Wu Yan also found out about this underground communication place while wandering by chance. He has been here twice in the past two days, so he is familiar with the situation. Here, everyone can exchange some cultivation experiences with each other, and can also confirm each other and increase their knowledge.

Entering the house in the courtyard, there were already seven or eight casual cultivators with realms between the third and tenth levels. When everyone saw Wu Yan coming in, they nodded and exchanged greetings. They continued to communicate.

Wu Yan found an empty seat and sat down, squinting his eyes to listen to everyone talking. It was nothing more than some experiences in practicing elementary skills. Wu Yan didn't want to interrupt, just listened quietly.

After everyone communicated for a while, suddenly a middle-aged monk in green brought up the topic of selecting disciples for the Buddha Conference. The monk in green said, "I heard that the rules of the Buddha Conference in three days have been changed this year. I wonder if everyone knows?"

"Oh? What rules have been changed? Is it no longer the three-level assessment of checking spirits, testing Zen, and fighting?" Hearing the monk in green say this, everyone was slightly stunned, and someone couldn't help but bring it up. After all, it was related to whether everyone could be selected at the Buddha Conference, so everyone focused their attention on this matter.

"Haha, the three-level assessment is naturally unchanged, but it seems to have been increased this year. Haven't you heard about it?" The green-clothed monk stroked his short beard and glanced at everyone with a sense of satisfaction, showing off his ability to be well-informed.

"Daoyou Lu Qing, don't keep us in suspense. What's going on? Tell me quickly?"

"Yes, we all know that Daoyou Lu has a wide range of friends and is well-informed. We are all in the same sect. Tell us quickly, so that everyone can be prepared in advance, right?"

Wu Yan couldn't help but sit up straight and listened attentively. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Lu Qing smiled complacently and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. I heard that this year, the Buddha Palace invited a holy light of relics and placed it at the gate of the Buddha Temple. All monks who participate in the Buddha Conference must enter the gate of the Buddha Temple under the illumination of the holy light of relics. I believe everyone knows that this holy light of relics can always illuminate all demons and monsters, making them unable to hide. Moreover, this holy light of relics can also produce special induction for monks with Buddha nature. If it encounters a monk who does not meet the requirements, the holy light of relics can naturally illuminate them. Come out, Futu Palace can naturally eliminate the unqualified monks in advance, so as not to disrupt the Futu Conference and make a fool of oneself. "

"Hey, so that's the matter, what's there to worry about? You and I are both Tianlang country monks. Most of our Tianlang country monks practice the "Bao Xiang Jing" technique circulated by Futu Palace. With this technique, you can easily get the induction of the holy light of the relic and pass the test smoothly. Haha, I practice this "Bao Xiang Jing", which is equivalent to passing the first level. "A red-haired young man couldn't help but say proudly after hearing what Lu Qing said.

Everyone echoed. Seven of the nine monks present practiced the "Bao Xiang Jing". Hearing the name of this technique, Wu Yan's heart moved, and he remembered the incomplete Qi Refining Jue technique he got from the storage bag of the head-chopping man. Isn't it the "Bao Xiang Jing"? At first, he flipped through it and thought that this technique was very ordinary, and it was very different from the method of practicing his "Qi Xing Xiu Zhen Jue", so he just threw it into the storage bag and ignored it. Unexpectedly, this technique was actually the basic technique passed down from Futu Palace. Unexpectedly, this technique still has such an effect now. Wu Yan couldn't help but secretly regret why he didn't study it at the beginning.

Another person who didn't practice the "Bao Xiang Jing" was the young man who opened the door for Wu Yan just now, but the young man didn't show any worry on his face. Although he didn't practice the "Bao Xiang Jing", he practiced the "Zhuan Lun Jing" passed down in his family, which is also a secret method of Buddhism, so he was naturally not worried.

Wu Yan's heart sank at this time, and a trace of worry appeared on his face. After listening for a while, he found an opportunity to ask Lu Qing about his doubts. After that, Wu Yan finally confirmed that it might be difficult for him to enter the gate of this Futu Temple.

Among the nine people, he was the only one who was a Taoist monk.

Leaving the small courtyard with a heavy heart, Wu Yan walked alone on the dark street. After thinking for a moment, Wu Yan walked quickly towards the inn.

After an incense stick, Wu Yan returned to the inn and sniffed quietly at the door of the next room. Wu Yan frowned. The two people in the room had already left.

Wu Yan did not return to his room, but slightly twitched his nose and walked out of the inn. At the door of the inn, he twitched his nose again, frowned, and looked north.

It turned out to be the direction of the palace. It seems that the two guys, obviously afraid of the news leaking out, actually set out to steal the Buddha Pearl tonight. Wu Yan blessed himself with a wind control technique, and his body lightly flew towards the direction of the palace.