Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 11
Tong Yan and Ling Yu lined up one after the other, waiting for the roster registration.

This is a large platform that can be seen at a glance after climbing the sky steps.

Higher are the various pavilions and palaces of Mingjing Mountain, and the rootless Bodhi tree.

Almost all the people who came to the mountain gate to pay homage to teachers had already written invitations to the Mingjing Mountain Supervisory Academy.

Then you will receive the token to enter the mountain gate and enter the mountain.

Ling Yu has not found anyone who sneaked in like her.

It's strange to say that she has nothing, but she can still walk in through the mountain gate.

Ling Yu thought, probably because she was with Tong Yan, if they weren't close enough, they wouldn't be able to get in.

After reporting his name to the little fairy who was in charge of the registration, Ling Yu received a bodhi branch.

Looking at the long line in front of the main hall of Mingjing Mountain, Tong Yan felt exhausted.

"My God, it's hard to get to the end of the line," Tong Yan said, "It's time to line up again."

She is not a spoiled tempered person who complains when she is a little bit tired.

It's just that they lined up from early morning to noon, and finally registered their names.

And the other team to try out their spiritual roots seemed to be longer than the previous one, and they might not have their turn until the evening.

"Are you hungry?" Ling Yu asked.

"That's not true." Tong Yan replied, "But we won't be able to line up until evening anyway, how about..."

Ling Yu glanced at her and knew what she was thinking.

"Alright." Ling Yu said.

The two of them turned their heads away tacitly and walked towards the dining hall.

Since there are so many people, it is better to wait until everyone is asleep before coming back.

Anyway, they watched from a distance and found that they only needed to put the bodhi roots they had received into the Zhaoming cauldron above the main hall to see which elder they were suitable to worship under.

It's just right to come back at night.

The dining hall was built on the hillside of Mingjing Mountain, and when Ling Yu and Tong Yan arrived, it happened to be the most crowded time at noon.

Tong Yan pulled Ling Yu and stretched his neck to see what dishes were available.

Ling Yu looked at the people around him.

In the past, she didn't like the clothes of the disciples of Mingjing Mountain very much, and now she still feels disgusted when she looks at them.

It's not about anyone, it's about hating them all equally.

But in the end, she still had to pinch her nose and mingle with this group of people.

Ling Yu and Tong Yan took their food and went to a place by the window to sit down.

Outside the window is a small pond. The trees on the bank grow obliquely on the water. If you sit on it, you can touch the water lilies in the pond.

Wen Jingchan used to bring her here for dinner, and she didn't like places with too many people, so she would run to the tree and hide by herself.

After he finished eating, go back to the small yard with him to sleep.

Seeing Ling Yu staring at the tree, Tong Yan also looked over: "What's the matter?"

Ling Yu withdrew her eyes and lowered her head to eat: "There is nothing."

After eating, Ling Yu and Tong Yanzhen went back to sleep again, and they didn't walk slowly to the main hall until Liu Shaotou was on the moon.

There are few people walking around on Mingjing Mountain at night. The quiet pavilions and rootless sacred trees are like a meaningful painting under the full moon.

Even Tong Yan, who likes to chatter endlessly, only dared to whisper at this moment, as if he was afraid of disturbing the immortals in the sky.

The Zhaoming Cauldron is placed at the entrance of the main hall, and the main hall is not closed or locked.

Ling Yu has always felt that this is a bad habit of Mingjing Mountain.

There are almost no locks for their food, clothing, housing and transportation, which mainly reflects mutual trust.

It mainly relies on a moral constraint.

But she felt she had to teach these people a lesson sooner or later.

Tong Yan put the bodhi branch into the tripod, the gentle light shone for a while, and the bodhi branch flew back into her hand.

When it fell on her palm, the suet-white jade-colored bodhi branch slowly turned blue like the sky after the rain.

"What does this mean?" Tong Yan was puzzled.

Ling Yu glanced at it, then stretched out his finger to the portrait of Immortal Yunhe in the hall: "You are suitable to worship under him."

Under Yunhe's sect, almost all immortal cultivators are good at controlling beasts, and they work with spirit beasts.

The natal magic weapon is also the spirit beast that has been cultivated with him for thousands of years.

"Ah?" Tong Yan was a little disbelieving, "But I have never touched a spirit beast."

Ling Yu's eyes suddenly turned around, looking straight at Tong Yan.

She doubted for a moment in her heart, but quickly denied her thoughts.

how is this possible.

The bodhi branch turned blue, but it just showed that her talent lies in cultivating with spirit beasts.

What's more, as early as a thousand years ago, she killed so many gods and threatened Si Ming Xingjun to hand over a fate.

It is to cut off all the parts connected to him in that fate.

If there is a definite number in the way of heaven, she should never be able to meet and know the master of fate again.

"Maybe it's because the opportunity hasn't arrived yet," Ling Yu said.

Tong Yan wanted to worship Zhenjun Wuyang.

The reason is actually relatively simple, she likes the strong, if there is someone stronger than Zhenjun Wuyang, she will reverse her mind without hesitation.

Judging from the current earth immortals in the human world, Zhenjun Wuyang is the number one.

"Okay," Tong Yan was a little disappointed.

Ling Yu thought for a long time, and finally comforted her with words: "Zhao Ming Ding just suggested that you worship Immortal Yunhe, not only Immortal Yunhe."

"It advises well, but you can disobey its advice."

"What about you?" Tong Yan became happy again, "Try yours quickly!"

The childlike Tong Yan is easy to coax, and after Ling Yu comforts her a little, she puts her troubles behind her.

Instead, she cared about Ling Yu's future whereabouts.

Ling Yu put the bodhi branch in his hand, and the gentle light shone for a long time.

The bodhi branch flew back and landed in Ling Yu's hands, Tong Yan also leaned over, waiting for it to change color without blinking.

She kept shouting in her heart that blue blue is the same blue as me, but after a long time, the bodhi branch did not change.

The result was also within Ling Yu's expectation, she was a remnant soul, where could she go to find her spiritual root.

Without spiritual roots, how can Zhao Mingding judge who he is suitable to practice with.

The night was long, and the lights of Mingjing Mountain had already stopped, and only the moonlight was shining at this time.

Ling Yu put away the bodhi root, turned around and walked back: "Let's go, we're going back."

"But..." Tong Yan was a little unwilling, but seeing Ling Yu's reaction, she didn't know whether she should talk too much.

Ling Yu walked down the steps without saying a word, Tong Yan turned around and looked at the portraits of the elders hanging in the hall again.

She frowned suspiciously, and finally chased Ling Yu down the mountain.

The portrait of Zhenjun Wuyang in the hall suddenly lit up, and golden light shone with every stroke.

After a while, a figure appeared in the hall.

He paced up to Zhaoming Ding, stretched out his hand to caress the lines on the tripod.

If Ling Yu and Tong Yan turned their heads at this time, they would be able to see the true king who led thousands of people up the mountain to worship his master, watching the backs of the two of them going down the mountain.

He seemed to be thinking, and seemed to be somewhat unsure of his guess.

(End of this chapter)