The Yuanchen Tower is all caused by ancient immortal trees. It was built when the wind of seeking immortality during the Huangdi period was soaring. It is more than thousands of years since there were no snakes, insects, rats and ants to eat, but they were only afraid of fire. Now the fire is rising and the raging fire is no longer controlled.

The fire burned dozens of feet high, like stars falling to the ground in the night sky, flashing and swaying red light. Countless Taoists woke up. Seeing the fire, their faces changed drastically. They lifted the bucket and ran around and shouted, "Hurry... hurry up... go away, get up... go away."

"The water is gone from the Sutra Pavilion... Everyone hurry up and put out the fire..."

"It's Yuanchen Tower... Yuanchen Tower is on fire... Get water soon... go and get water..." Countless Taoists of all sizes ran around in panic and fetch water.

Seeing Yuquan sitting on the ground crying, Ji Yu hid his feet and tumbling up and drifted his sword and swept across. The sword light cut off the surrounding wood in a whirlwind, trying to stop the fire from spreading.

The learned masters in the Jing Pavilion did not care about their old bodies, and they came to water and put on a single robe and carried a bucket of water to put out the fire. Seeing the fire in Yuanchen Tower, these white-haired masters cried and said, "Curse...Curse..."

Countless Taoists rushed to lift water to put out the fire, helping Ji Yu cut out the fire barrier. The old Taoist Zhisheng led the people to come over barefoot. Seeing Yu Quan sitting on the ground crying, he was so angry that he kicked Yu Quan down, and cursed, "You are so crying, you dare to put out the fire tightly. If the fire spreads, it will burn the entire Sutra Pavilion and even the Shangqing Palace, you and I will die..."

The Taoists worked hard to put out the fire, but the nearest water well was 100 feet away from the Yuanchenbu Building area. The water could not be continued, and the flames were getting bigger and bigger. They spread along the willow forest where Ji Yu was practicing swords. Several sparks flew, and then lit the Sichen Tower, Taibai Tower, and Ziwei Tower, and the fire was still stretching.

Fortunately, the remaining two pavilions and eight courtyards of Shangqing Palace, thousands of Taoists rushed to put out the fire, and later even the old abbot stood in front to command. The scene was extremely chaotic. The Taoists cried, shouted, shouted, shouted, shouted, screamed, screamed, and screamed. They were burned by the flames and burned.

On this lively night, no one knew that the ashes that rose after the burning of the scroll gathered together, floated out of the top of a low mountain several miles away, and turned into a woman with a face like lotus and peach blossoms, a black eyebrows, a phoenix eye and a bright nose, like a little cinnabar lips, and a red gauze dress on the outside.

The woman stood on the top of the mountain and watched for a while and shook her head and said, "What a big fire. Fortunately, that stupid boy was sent to copy the great Dharma (a kind of left-handed drama, which means that the things that have happened can expand the situation and add fuel to the fire). The fire has expanded. Now the two Taoist priests in Yuanchen Tower are finished. If the fire is expanding, it will burn the entire Sutra Pavilion, not to mention keeping the precepts at that time, it depends on whether he has the chance to survive."

After a few breaths, the beautiful woman seemed to have thought of something, and her face changed, "Not good...No, there are many immortals in Penglai, and they will be alarmed at some point. If an immortal comes over, they can calculate, how can I still live? If I have to leave quickly, I may still have a chance to live."

After saying that, the woman stomped her feet into a rhizomeless fairy flower, as big as a zhilan, turned into yellow light and escaped in a moment.

However, the fire in this room was getting more and more fierce, and everyone could no longer control it. The fire swept through several sutra towers and was about to spread. Ji Yu's clothes were burned by the fire, and his face was pitch blackened by smoke, but he could not stop the fire.

All the Taoists were also tired, tired, hot and choked. The old Taoist Zhisheng collapsed on the ground without seeing this, and cried, "It's over... it's over... how many scriptures are there... This is a disaster, I'm afraid of facing the wall for thousands of years, and facing the wall to the point where my bones are so muddy... Woo... my scriptures..."

At this moment, a blue light flashed on Zizhi Cliff. The green light turned into a cloud in the sky above the Sutra Pavilion, holding up a man with a black face with a green beard, a long beard drooping his chest, wearing a soap robe, like strips, and slithering shoes. The colorful clouds around him were flying.

The soap-robed immortal family looked down, twisted his fingers with one hand, and pointed to the south sky without looking. The thunderbolt exploded, lightning and thunder, and dark clouds and winds swept thousands of miles away, and the sky was changing.

The thunder woke up the Taoist priests below. When they looked up, they saw that the immortal was coming. They breathed a sigh of relief and retreated one after another, waiting for the immortal to end.

The soap-robed immortal stood in the clouds with his hands behind his back. A round of golden light radiated behind his head, emitting light. The surrounding thunder and dark clouds were all around him. After a few breaths, a heavy rain fell and the fire immediately reduced.

At a moment, all the flames gradually faded away, and the rain gradually subsided, leaving only a mess. Everyone bowed to pay homage to the ancestors' immortals.

Ji Yu looked at the round light behind the head of the soap-clothed immortal, and his eyes narrowed. According to the Taoist scriptures, he was exactly the appearance of a god. This person was definitely not comparable to that of the half-baked man of Dachi, but a real god, or even a god of Daluo.

The soap-robed immortal waved his sleeves at everyone, lifted them up, and counted his fingers, and said to the Taoists, "Please come up with fellow Taoists, I have known everything before and after my work. Zhiqing (old abbot) You can clean up the front and tail, and don't be in trouble again, and protect the safety of the immortal seedlings of keeping precepts in the future."

The old abbot bowed for a week and said, "Little Tao follows the teachings of the great immortal..."

The soap-robed immortal glanced at Ji Yu who had been staring at him, smiled slightly at Ji Yu, nodded, then turned his head to look at the place of the bad guy, pinched his fingers, and opened his mouth and sprayed a fairy spirit.

The fairy spirit swept through the remaining wood and the burnt beams. In a moment, a burst of white smoke rose up in all the burned sutra towers. After a few breaths, the white smoke dissipated and turned into various sutra towers that were originally like this.

Everyone was almost shocked when they saw it. The immortal just instructed the old abbot, "There is no need to be investigated for this matter, soothe the injured, stabilize the palace, and do not disturb the people again. There is no appearance of a practitioner. Although the matter started from Yuanchen Tower, the two paths in the building are not serious and are not considered breaking the precepts. The master of Yuanchen Tower faces the wall for three years and does not investigate the crime of carelessness. The Taoist under the seat is ignorant and deeply reflects on the wall for ten years..."

Seeing that the old abbot should have it, the body of the soap-robed immortal family turned into an invisible green qi and dissipated, the clouds in the sky were cleared and the fog was dissipated, and the ground was still the same. Everyone rushed into the sutra building, and the books and scriptures were all there, and even the spider silk in the corner of the wall was still the same, but the spider disappeared.

If it weren't for the scalds on his body, everyone could not help but wonder that this was a dream, and there was no fire at all, but the darkness on his body told everyone that it was true. The Taoists whispered to each other and praised the great power of the immortal family, which was really mysterious and incomprehensible.

When the old abbot saw everyone whispering their heads and ears, the old abbot shouted:

"What are you discussing? You are talking about it, whispering, and you are like a shrew in the mortal world. No wonder the immortals say that you have no such a cultivator. Those who practice practice all have movements and stillness, how can you talk about the predecessors of the immortals so much?

The heads of the pavilions and the heads of the Eighth Courtyards led the fellow Taoists in their pavilions to go back to heal their wounds and rest. Dian Zhuanfang quickly made an emergency preparation for a vegetarian meal. The fellow Taoists were fired all night and were exhausted and hungry. They ate some food and it was dawn soon, so they were still preparing for morning classes.”

The owners of the house bowed and the leaders scattered. The old abbot glanced at the people of the Sutra Pavilion standing in front of him. Even the comrades and sages were all black all over. They came out to put out the fire barefoot. The old abbot looked at Ji Yu who was sitting cross-legged and Yu Quan standing behind Ji Yu and said:

"As the immortal said this time, you two are exempted from the serious crimes, and you will be unable to escape. You tied up these two people and each had sunbathing for one day. No water is allowed to enter the rice. Please ask the Seven-Star Dragon Skin, hit Yuquan and two whips, and hit Yushu ten whips..."

"Abbot... How can Yushu hold on with these ten whips? Please show mercy..." Jingxuan, who had a friendship with Ji Yu, bowed first and pleaded with mercy.

"Yes... Abbot, this seven-star whip can cost half a person half a life. Not to mention ten whip, even five whip can make the bear sniff. Please ask the abbot to show mercy." Taoists who were familiar with Ji Yu pleaded with mercy one after another.

Zhisheng hesitated for a moment and pleaded with mercy, "Dao... Brother Dao, please spare him once. Half a month is the day when his intermediate ruling is full. If he is severely punished, how to keep the ruling? Isn't this ruining the young man's fate in Taoism?"

"Friends of Taoism are not allowed to plead for Yushu, otherwise they will be severely punished." The old abbot turned around and said with a decisive determination. Now everyone dared to say anything. After a while, the old abbot turned around and his anger was a little relieved. His tone softened, "Yushuzi's whip punishment was changed to keeping the precepts, but ten whips cannot be missed. From tomorrow on, he will be moved to the Yangquan Cave of Houshan to face the wall. No one is allowed to see him again. The same is true for Yuquan. Go to the Longshou Cave to face the wall and think about his mistakes."

Ji Yu sat cross-swept with his sword and said nothing. Hearing the words, he stood up to agree to the promise, expressing his obedience to the punishment. Looking back, seeing Yu Quan's eyes flashing with tears, Ji Yu couldn't help but wonder, "What's going on, how did the fire start?"

"Wuwu...I took the scroll and then prepared..." Yu Quan told everyone in detail about the process. Everyone was speechless and silent. Then Yu Quan knelt down at Ji Yu with shame and said, "Master Dao... I've hurt you..."

Ji Yu quickly helped him up, and then laughed freely and said, "It's nothing. If you want to cultivate the great way, you will have layers of obstacles. You will suffer from difficulties at all times. You should go through another disaster. This is my blessing. But you must face the wall and think about your mistakes in the future. You are all good, but you have deep thoughts. This must be corrected, otherwise you will inevitably suffer disasters in the future."

"Disciples should follow the teachings of Master Dao... they must not forget them." Yu Quanzhong agreed with his promise.

When the old abbot saw that Ji Yu was still not sad or happy, he showed a free and unrestrained look on his face, nodded without hesitation. Only in this way can one have the best results, and then said to everyone:

"It's all gone. Go back and have a rest. Let's have vegetarian meals later. You have to have morning classes. The old Taoist has not come to the Jing Pavilion to instruct. It has been a long time since I heard the morning and evening classes in Jing Pavilion. Brother Zhisheng Dao, you need to supervise."

Zhisheng remembered that even he had not done his homework for half a month, let alone others. After hearing this, he couldn't help but look embarrassed and nodded, saying, "Abide by the Taoist decree."
Chapter completed!