Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 237

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Heaven Prison.

It is not as gloomy as imagined, it seems to be a peaceful garden, but there are few people on the long street in front of the sky prison, and the gray and white stone slabs are very clean, not a trace of dust can be seen.

On this day, the door that was cast in ink slowly opened, and a young girl came out. Her gaze was cold, like a glacier in the extreme north, but standing there, she was like a clear spring in a deep mountain valley, and a fragrance emanated from her body. , just like the green lotus blooming after the new rain in the empty mountain.

She is the Princess of Hanyang, the only daughter of this generation of Demon Suppressing Kings, and the first royal noble who has practiced "Chilong Kungfu" to the tenth level.

The two gatekeepers guarding the dungeon kept their gazes straight, but they couldn't help but glance over from the corner of their eyes. Apart from the First Prince and the Seventh Prince, this Princess of Hanyang is the most eye-catching member of the royal family. legend.

At this moment, Liu Qingchan looked far away, as if sensing something, she frowned slightly, looked towards the end of the long street, and then left without looking back.

Standing on a familiar street corner, Su Qinian stopped. There was no one in the quiet corner.

After half a stick of incense, Su Qinian took a deep breath and turned around again.

Turning around and taking two steps, Su Qinian stopped again, turned around again, and walked up the street again. After burning incense, he stood in front of the gate of the prison.

In the pitch-black gate, the two goalkeepers were wearing dark blue armor, their aura was invisible, but Su Qinian knew that the two of them were at least first-class masters who had stepped into the Primordial Realm, and the lotus-patterned iron armor belonged to the imperial family. Craftsmanship, an extremely precious traceless armor.

Seeing Su Qinian, the two goalkeepers frowned slightly, but did not speak. A young man who had just established his foundation had not one thousand in Chang'an, but eight hundred. It was not worthy of their attention. The only thing that surprised the two of them It was the young man's gaze, and at the first glance, they knew that in this deep prison behind them, someone extremely important to this young man must be imprisoned.

Su Qinian's gaze was calm, then turned firm, then became calm again, until it was as calm as water. He stood for an entire hour, then bowed three times to the gate of the prison, turned around, and left without looking back. .

……

This is a dilapidated mansion, the varnish on the not very tall elm door is peeling off, the snow-white seal hangs down, and the thick ink on the seal has become blurred and scattered into a ball.

Su Qinian raised his head and looked at the plaque above the door frame. The two large characters of Su Mansion were also somewhat blurred, but it was not because of the erosion of the wind and rain, but because the plaque was cracked. It was a fist mark, deeply embedded in the center of the plaque. Then, with the fist mark as the center, the entire plaque was covered with cobweb-like cracks, and it would completely collapse and be torn apart with just the last trace of connection.

Stretching out a hand, Su Qiqing caressed the door, he wanted to push the door open, he wanted to go in and take a look, he didn't even want to use his spirit body, spiritual power, he just wanted to take a look with his own eyes. The place where he has lived for nearly ten years, where all his memories are buried.

This is his home.

After all, he still gave up this idea. He didn't tear off the seal, and he didn't push open the familiar door, because it was not the time yet. One day, he would open the door openly and come back here, and all the people who held Chess players will pay the due price.

So, he left, he was going to the Taoist monastery, to the place designated by Master Jiyuan, where he would live longer and become stronger.

Of course, for the current Su Qinian, he only wanted to become stronger.

Because there are many doors he wants to open, but he may not be able to open them if he lives longer.

The Taoist Temple is located in a somewhat deep alley in the east of Chang'an City.

Different from the Royal Academy that Su Qinian knew, in the most prosperous area in the west of the city, the main entrance is magnificent, and the whole body is made of golden nanmu, shining golden light. It is known as the palace of saints among the people.

When Su Qinian walked into the alley, it was obvious that this was an old alley that had been abandoned for many years. The gaps between the bricks were covered with moss, and it turned black. It was unknown how many years had accumulated.

Walking to the end of the alley, Su Qinian saw the mottled gate that he saw when he walked in by chance. There were many old vines winding and climbing on it, and it had been locked. Only a side door next to it was left open. It is not locked.

squeak!

The rusty side door was pushed open with a piercing sound, and when Su Qinian walked in, he saw dilapidated desolation.

In the former monastery, many houses and buildings are still there, but there are moss everywhere, clusters, clumps, starting from the inch of land where Su Qinian entered the monastery, almost covering the entire monastery.

Really run down!

The Taoist monastery is not small. Su Qinian probably has more than a hundred acres of land. In a capital city like Chang'an City where every inch of land is expensive, it is definitely a huge property. It is a pity that it is buried here, at least there are for more than a hundred years.

According to Su Qinian's knowledge, after the generation of Han emperors succeeded to the throne a hundred years ago, the Taoist temple really cut off the inheritance.

Of course, this is what Su Qinian got from some biographical books. What is the real reason, Su Qinian does not know, and such a large place has been abandoned for so long but is still idle, which in itself indicates something. .

Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism are the three avenues in this world, each of which can lead to the legendary realm of destiny.

Of course, there is another way, which has never been recognized by the righteous way, and that is the way of evil.

It is rumored that the magic way comes from outside the territory and is related to the coming of the monster race, but there has never been any direct evidence, but it is an indisputable fact that monsters mess up the world and move the earth.

Marquis Mansion, main hall.

The old housekeeper narrated something very carefully, and after half a stick of incense, Ling Tong frowned, and said: "What do you want to do after going to the Taoist monastery, are there still people in the world who are unwilling to give up and want to use this young man to do something? "

After pondering for a moment, Ling Tong sneered and said, "First pass the news to the Royal Academy."

"Yes, sir."

……

At this moment in the Taoist temple, Su Qinian was standing in front of a large hall, he couldn't help frowning, if there was really no one, then would it make sense for him to come all the way to Chang'an City?How to live longer and become stronger?

Taking out the green cloth package in his bosom, Su Qinian opened it, and there was a black porcelain bowl with missing corners, nothing unusual could be seen, Su Qinian never understood why Master Jiyuan asked him to bring this bowl, As far as this temple is concerned, does it have any meaning of existence?

"Huh? Where did your bowl come from?"

Suddenly, a voice that seemed a little lazy sounded. Su Qinian was startled, and followed the voice, and saw a corner of the wall not far from the main hall, a thick clump of moss was stretched out, and one looked a little dirty. The Xixi old man stretched his waist, yawned and stood up.

From the beginning to the end, Su Qinian didn't notice that there was a single person in the monastery.

master?

Su Qinian had such an idea, but he heard the old man rubbing his eyes, patted the moss that seemed to have grown on his body for a long time, and said casually: "Don't think about it, I'm just a useless person, I just saved a few points Realm, so you didn't find it, but these days, just having a realm is useful."

"Senior is a Taoist?" Su Qinian asked, not letting down his vigilance because of this.

"A dying man, reluctantly became the last head of this monastery." The old man stepped forward, looked Su Qinian up and down, his eyes lit up, and said, "The tenth floor of "Turtle and Snake Art", You are a Wudang disciple! Unexpectedly, before he died, he could still see a junior who had completed the tenth level of the top foundation building art. It is really rare, not bad."

The old man reached out and patted him on the shoulder. Su Qinian's muscles were a little stiff, not because he didn't want to hide, but from the time the old man stretched out his hand to when he withdrew his hand, he didn't respond at all, or in other words, he didn't have time to react.

But again, just like what the old man said, he didn't notice any power fluctuations, whether it was qi, blood or internal qi, it seemed that standing in front of him was an ordinary old man.

The most important thing is that the old man saw through his details at a glance, just this vision is definitely not ordinary.

"Okay, tell me, where did this bowl come from?" The old man looked at Su Qinian.

The master of the Taoist monastery does not look very old, but dirty and messy, not tall, even a little short, with a head of gray hair scattered casually, looking at Su Qinian at this time, only a pair of dark eyes , like the deepest starry sky in the night.

Looking at these eyes, Su Qinian almost had an impulse, and said involuntarily: "Jiyuan."

And as soon as these two words were spoken, Su Qinian's heart was shaken. In the ancestral orifice divine court, the god's body was full of silver lights, and the power of the fourth level "Ecstasy Dafa" was running to the extreme, but he didn't find any in him that was disturbed. A sign of deterring slavery.

But Su Qinian can be sure that this old man who claims to be the last head of the Taoist temple has a lot of weirdness in him.

At this moment, the old man fell silent. He turned around and walked two steps, then turned left and took two steps, then turned right and took two steps, finally took a deep breath, turned around, looked at Su Qinian, and said solemnly: " From today onwards, you will be the next Head of the Taoist Academy."

The next dean?

Su Qinian was shocked by this sentence. He came here to study, so why did he suddenly become the next head of this monastery? Besides, he didn't think he could afford such a dilapidated situation. Since he left the city of Chang'an, he has already had too many burdens on his shoulders. He was afraid that he would not be able to hold on, so he refused without hesitation.

The old man sneered, and said: "When Ji Yuan handed this bowl to you, didn't he tell you that whoever gets this bowl will be the next head of the Taoist Academy. Now that this bowl is in your hands, So you are the next head of the hospital, unless you don’t want to get everything that Jiyuan may promise you.” (Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a subscription, the ancestor worship is delayed, and the second is even later, sorry.)

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