Chapter 930: First Visit to the West

This portal has no boundaries, no directions, and is dark inside. It is so strange that no one knows where the road ahead is.

The rest of the people, after thanking Lingxun, had no scruples and jumped down. In their hearts, Lingxun, such a powerful person, would definitely not harm them, so they naturally believed it.

Wu Yi looked around for a long time, but did not find anything unusual. He was too embarrassed to continue delaying, so he jumped down slowly.

Lingxun, surrounded by colorful clouds and shining with golden light, saw Wu Yi and others leave, and said to Wumingchu: "Which batch is this?"

"It's already the 123rd batch!"

"It turns out that I have sent more than a thousand people here," Lingxun sighed, and then remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, Lingxun asked: "How many of the disciples sent last time survived?"

The man in the void replied: "Less than 10%, and half of them rebelled! Less than one percent of them have not revealed their identities now!"

"Alas——" Lingxun sighed again. The realm was about to be promoted, and it was time for all parties to cooperate sincerely. However, some people in the Taoist sect were confined to prejudice and had to suppress humanity, so they had the current plan.

In the eyes of Lingxun, although the Human Dynasty was strong, it had a shallow foundation and could not fight against the Taoist sect. An absolutely strong emperor could not change the general trend. It was just that some Taoist immortals wanted to eliminate all threats invisibly.

In the face of the enemy, they were still fighting in the nest. Lingxun was extremely dissatisfied with this, but he could not do anything alone and could only follow the general trend.

This "unnecessary" struggle could not change the general trend, but it was just a hardship for these groups of disciples.

After the brief conversation, Lingxun's thoughts also returned to the original body.

On the other side, after Wu Yi stepped into the portal opened by Lingxun, his five senses seemed to disappear, and even his ability to see inside gradually disappeared.

Was this a seal or a regression? Even Wu Yi himself didn't understand the answer. He just felt that his consciousness was getting darker and darker, and his spirit seemed to be empty.

In the end, it was the black beetle that woke him up. Wu Yi opened his eyes as usual and wanted to adjust his spiritual energy and wash his clothes according to his old habits. Unexpectedly, he couldn't sense any spiritual energy at all. The sea of ​​qi was empty and there was nothing.

The feeling of loss in his heart was indescribable. He was used to using magic power. Once he lost his magic power, the gap was unbearable for ordinary people.

"Don't look at it. You are using someone else's body now. Good guy, you are occupying someone else's body directly." The black beetle said sarcastically.

Wu Yi was unmoved. Anyway, it was not arranged by him, but by the Taoist masters. If he wanted to ask for punishment, he should ask them first.

Picking up a jade plate beside him and examining it for a long time, Wu Yi's restless heart gradually calmed down. His magic power and his body were temporarily stored in this jade plate. If he wanted, he could use his old magic power.

With a thought, the magic power swept in like a tide. This body instantly possessed the peak strength of foundation building. The spiritual energy impacted and collided with the joints and tendons of this body, and carried out a cleansing of the tendons and marrow. All the dirt and impurities in the body were washed out, and the stench was unpleasant.

But then, Wu Yi transferred the spiritual energy back to the jade plate.

The spiritual energy was noisy, and most of the dirt was washed away. Wu Yi dealt with it a little. It happened that there was a well outside the door, so Wu Yi brought in clean water to cleanse his body.

After a refreshing bath, Wu Yi fell into a light sleep after a long soak.

Then, when Wu Yi woke up, it was already bright.

Let's talk about Wu Yi's current identity. His surname is Chen, and his name is Chen Yan. He is sixteen years old this year. He is from a scholarly family and has been a scholar for three generations. It's a stretch to say that! Because he has no fame, he is not even a poor scholar.

His grandfather was a small county magistrate, and his father was a clerk and a desk clerk. He usually copied and wrote in the government office and barely made a living.

He accidentally found a rare ancient book, but for some reason, a group of thieves knew about it. They came to his house at night, but they couldn't take the treasure. They were so angry that they beat his father to death.

Fortunately, under the strong government's arrest, the criminal was quickly caught and sentenced to death. The government also sent a good pension, which is also the main support of his life now.

Yes, Wu Yi is now alone, without any relatives.

After his father died, the original owner of this body seemed to be very afraid of the original house, so he moved out of his home and came to an ordinary Taoist temple called Qingfeng Temple near the county town. He lived here on the pretext of taking the imperial examination.

After searching his memory, Wu Yi found that it was the original owner who realized that his father died because he offended the county lieutenant in the government office, and the county lieutenant encouraged rogues to make trouble.

The original owner was worried that the county lieutenant would not give up, so he rented out the house and came to the Taoist temple to seek peace.

This Qingfeng Temple was built halfway up the mountain. On weekdays, the incense was neither strong nor weak, and it had always been stable. The guest room where Wu Yi was located was far away from the front hall, quiet and undisturbed.

It didn't matter whether it was peaceful or not, anyway, it was true that the county lieutenant did not continue to seek revenge.

"Young Master Chen, Young Master Chen!" There was the voice of a Taoist boy calling from outside. Fortunately, Wu Yi had already dealt with everything. When he opened the door, it was the Taoist boy who usually brought meals to Chen Yan. His name was Xuxin and he looked about seven or eight years old.

The Taoist temple in the mountains, of course, does not have delicacies from the mountains and the sea, but only some very ordinary dishes. However, although this body has been cleansed, it is still just a mortal. Seeing the delicious food in front of him, Wu Yi took the tableware and ate with relish.

After the body was cleansed, its spirit and energy were much better than before. After seeing it, the humble little Taoist boy said kindly: "The donor has an extraordinary appearance, not an ordinary person!"

"You, boy, have you ever read Ma Yi? You dare to read people's faces! Aren't you afraid of ruining the reputation of your Qingfeng Temple?" Wu Yi said with a smile. Ma Yi, the full name should be "Ma Yi Shen Xiang", which is an introductory book on physiognomy.

The humble little Taoist boy was a little unconvinced and said, "Of course I have seen it!"

Wu Yi deliberately teased him and said, "Then tell me the secret!"

The humble little Taoist boy shook his head and muttered, "The donor's earth pavilion is prosperous and the sky gate is wide--"

"Humble, what are you showing off? Have you finished your morning class?" A majestic voice came.

"Master," the humble little Taoist boy said aggrievedly, but he did not dare to beg for mercy. After saying goodbye to Wu Yi, he ran away.

"I made a fool of myself!" The man had a majestic face. Although he was only wearing a simple green shirt, his wise eyes seemed to be able to see the mysteries of the world.

This is the master of Qingfeng Temple, Taoist Fengqing.