I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

Chapter 910: Tracing the Past

 Jiu Shu world.

 Yizhuang, practice room.

 As a white light flashed across the room, the master and apprentice sitting opposite each other opened their eyes at the same time.

"It is indeed...the realm of the Heavenly Master."

  Sensing the powerful mana fluctuations in his soul, Uncle Jiu exhaled softly.

Although the physical body has not yet reached the level of the Heavenly Master, when they reach this level, their mana basically comes from the soul, and the so-called realm division is also based on the soul.

“Master, can we check the past of our ancestor?” Qin Yao asked quietly.

A strange color flashed in Uncle Jiu's eyes, and he sighed: "It's rare that you still remember."

Qin Yao said solemnly: "I will never forget it for a moment."

"It's time to check." Uncle Jiu took a deep breath and stood up slowly: "But before we go, we have to go back to Maoshan and inform the old boss about our going."

Qin Yao nodded, and with a thought in his mind, a golden light from the ground suddenly flashed around the two of them...

 Maoshan, Wanfu Palace.

Wearing a black Taoist robe, Chen Qingyan stood in front of the statue of Patriarch Sanmao. He looked happily at the two masters and apprentices who walked into the hall after being informed: "Why are you two here together?"

Uncle Jiu did not hesitate and bowed his hands: "Master, we want to go to the Luofu Sect to investigate the death of my master."

Chen Qingyan suppressed his smile and glanced at the two of them: "Maoshan can't give you reinforcements."

Uncle Jiu said calmly: "It is enough for us to have two masters and apprentices."

Chen Qingyan was silent for a moment and said solemnly: "Maoshan will not hold us back."

 “Thank you, Master.” Uncle Jiu bowed deeply.

Chen Qingyan waved his hand: "Go, I hope you can find out the truth."

The master and the apprentice bowed their hands and left without hesitation.

“Hong Shentong...someone will always remember you.”

Looking at their quickly retreating figures, Chen Qingyan had a happy smile on his face.

 Two days later.

In front of a fairy mountain suspended in the vast sea, Uncle Jiu and Qin Yao stood still in the void and shouted: "Maoshan Hong Shen Tong disciple Lin Fengjiao and his apprentice Qin Yao have come to worship the mountain."

This call was like rolling thunder, rushing straight into the fairy mountain, and quickly spread throughout the palaces and magnificent mansions in the mountain.

 “Tianshi Realm!!”

In an instant, dozens of old people who were practicing in seclusion opened their eyes at the same time, and beams of light lit up in the cave or shrine.

An old man whose whole body seemed to be shrouded in flames, with eyes like the scorching sun, flew out of the mountain peak with several disciples in colorful clothes, and stood in front of the two masters and disciples. He said in a solemn voice: "What's the matter?"

 “I’m here for my master Hong Shen Tong.” Uncle Jiu said expressionlessly.

 “Hong Shentong?” The old man frowned: “I’ve never heard of it.”

Uncle Jiu stared into the other person's eyes: "Shen Yuwei, have you heard of it?"

 “Elder Shen?” the old man asked in surprise.

Uncle Jiu nodded silently: "It is said that she was training with my master back then. I don't know what happened, but my master returned with his body wrapped up. I want to know what happened back then."

The old man was silent for a moment, then looked sideways at a disciple and ordered: "Go and ask Elder Shen to come over."

"Yes, Master." The disciple bowed to accept the order and left in a hurry.

“No one told you how your master died?” After watching him leave, the old man asked Uncle Jiu.

A flash of pain flashed in Uncle Jiu's eyes: "I only say that he was killed by a demon, but I don't know which demon he was killed by. I don't know what the demon looked like, so it's not clear whether my master died. "

Hearing this, the old man said quietly: "Maybe the demon is too powerful." Uncle Jiu was speechless.

 A moment later, the disciple who had delivered the message flew back and said, "Master, Elder Shen is in seclusion and cannot see guests for the time being."

 “Why is it closed?” the old man asked.

 “The matter of life and death.”

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 “Hey, what a coincidence.” Qin Yao couldn’t help but say.

The old man glanced at him, and a wave of pressure was suppressed like a river pouring in: "What are you so weird about?"

This power did not have any impact on Qin Yao. He shrugged and said calmly: "It just feels like a coincidence. Is there any problem?"

 Looking at his calm and composed appearance, the old man was slightly surprised.

 Another heavenly master?

 “Senior, please wake up Shen Yuwei.” Uncle Jiu said with cupped hands.

 The old man said angrily: "Do you know what the concept of life and death is? Forced to wake her up? Do you want to harm her?"

“Then what do you think we should do?” Uncle Jiu asked.

The old man’s eyes were bright, his breath was windy, and he seemed to have calmed down: “If you want to wait, I can arrange a courtyard for you. If you don’t want to wait, just go back first and come back another day.”

Uncle Jiu clenched his fists silently: "If she goes into seclusion for three to five hundred years, do we have to wait three to five hundred years?"

The old man said calmly: "The courtyard can be lent to you all the time without any charge."

Uncle Jiu laughed angrily: "What a great person."

Qin Yao silently summoned a three-pointed two-edged sword and said coldly: "Master, go in. Even if you pierce the sky today, you still have to get an explanation."

The old man snorted angrily and scolded: "Kill in? Do you think you are treating Elder Shen as a murderer? Do you have evidence? How dare you talk nonsense without evidence?"

Uncle Jiu raised his hand and put it on Qin Yao's sword, and said, "Wait."

 “Master!” Qin Yao raised his eyebrows.

Uncle Jiu looked directly at the old man and said, "Senior, please arrange a place for us."

 The old man nodded silently, turned around and said, "Come with me."

Qin Yao was holding a long sword and guarding it beside Uncle Jiu. He looked around and saw hostile looks around him.

He smiled coldly and turned a blind eye to this.

Today, both he and Uncle Ninth have grown up, and are no longer low-level monks who can be dismissed casually.

"You guys can stay here for now." Soon after, the old man took them to an ordinary courtyard and said calmly.

“Thank you very much.” Uncle Jiu cupped his hands.

The old man shook his head, flicked his sleeves, turned and left.

 “Elder Gu, come to the meeting hall.”

Not long after, when he disappeared from the eyes of the master and disciple, a voice suddenly came from the top of the mountain.

The old man paused for a moment, then flew up, turned into rainbow light and landed in front of a majestic palace, and stepped in through the door.

In the hall, seven old men with shining brilliance sit on seven chairs, like seven gods, exuding an aura that makes people worship.

Elder Gu nodded slightly at the seven people, slowly sat on a chair, and said calmly: "What's going on with Shen Yuwei's retreat? Is it really such a coincidence?"

"I don't know." An old man said calmly: "But we can't question or even hurt our own people because of what two outsiders said."

Elder Gu pursed his lips and said, "So, what attitude should we maintain?"

 (End of this chapter)