The national teacher does not practice

"The reincarnated identity of the Imperial Master is Ji Ping'an..."

In the pavilion, when Li Guofeng read out this first sentence, the three warlords, including him, were stunned at the same time.

The wardens of the Water and Fire Houses looked over, as if they had heard wrongly.

Immediately, the two of them did not care about the identity of the prisoner at all, and crowded to the left and right of Li Guofeng, and looked at the words on the letter together.

Li Guofeng read this line of text again five times, raised his head again, and looked at Pei Sili who was summoning him as if to confirm:

"This letter..."

"It's confirmed to be the handwriting of Headmaster Xin." Pei Sili said as he had already expected the scene in front of him.

How can it be? !
Li Guofeng subconsciously retorted, but in the end he didn't say anything, but continued reading impatiently.

In the front part of the letter, Xin Yaoguang pointed out Ji Pingan's true identity.

Immediately afterwards, the kidnapping story that happened after the "snow disaster" in Yuhang City was restored to its true appearance, so as to attract Buddhism to the scene.

The hunt that took place in Leizhou was mentioned at the end, and the events were described in detail in a calm and objective tone.

When they saw the front part, the three warlords were more shocked than others.

After seeing the latter part, Pei Sili clearly saw that the faces of the originally high-spirited supervisors turned pale little by little.

Just like the west forest wall that has been beaten by wind and rain for many years, it has lost all its vitality.

As prison lords, they recognized Xin Yaoguang's handwriting, and they also understood that it was impossible for Taoists to lie about such a major matter, as it would be meaningless.

But they would rather not see this letter and remain silent.

From great joy to great sorrow, it only takes a few lines.

"Prisoner...Prisoner?" Pei Sili couldn't help but call.

Immediately, Li Guofeng took the lead and raised his head inch by inch. There was no joy or sadness on his face, but more numbness:

"I want to be alone for a while."

Pei Sili sighed and walked out of the door. The two wardens, Fang Liuhuo and Bai Chuan, seemed to have lost their souls at this time.

As if they didn't want to lose their composure in front of outsiders, they staggered to their feet, disappeared into starlight, and returned to their respective mansions.

After everyone left, the eunuch, who was wearing a white official robe embroidered with gold thread and with slightly white temples, stood up alone, came to the window, opened the window, and looked quietly at the lake in the distance.

In my mind, memories related to Ji Pingan flashed like a slideshow:

"What's the name of the recommender?"

"Ji Pingan."

"Jian Hou, the people from the Hanlin Academy are here, and they are coming for the recommended students..."

"Are you...Ji Ping'an?"

A year later, Li Guofeng couldn't help but think of that distant afternoon after the spring exam when he personally took the papers to the small courtyard of the prison and met Ji Ping'an.

I remember that I was in a trance for a short time, as if I saw a familiar shadow on the young man. It was just a slight misunderstanding at the time, and no one cared about it.

It turns out that this is the truth about why he takes care of Junior Sister Xu.

It turns out that this is the reason why he bridged the infighting between his brothers.

It turns out... everything has an explanation.

It turned out that the Imperial Master had never walked by. He always looked at them, just like he had done for many years in the past.

"Master..." Li Guofeng felt that all the energy in his body was instantly drained, and his hair turned half white in an instant.

Outside the door, Pei Sili walked down the small building. Hearing the faint crying from the pavilion, he walked to the west forest wall in a daze.

He turned his head suddenly, but the recommended student who had come from Leizhou was no longer behind him.

……

……

at the same time.

The main altar of Taoism, the core area of ​​Qingyun Palace, is outside a courtyard protected by heavy restrictions.

A dashing woman wearing a red robe and short ear-length hair approached step by step.

The gatekeeper disciple saw it from a distance and bowed to salute:
"Disciple meets the Patriarch!"

Wei Huayang didn't look at him, didn't even move his eyes, he walked over like a puppet and said:
"Open the door."

The gatekeeper disciple hesitated: "According to the sect rules..."

Wei Huayang's lips barely moved, he lowered his gaze and looked at him, his voice was like a knife:

"I asked you to open the door."

At this moment, the gatekeeper disciple felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. In a daze, he seemed to see a storm that could destroy everything in the seemingly calm eyes of the ancestor.

"……Yes!"

Wei Huayang walked into the courtyard calmly. There was only a tall towering pavilion with a total of nine floors in the courtyard.

There is a Hidden Sword Pavilion in the Taoist Gate, with a total of nine floors. Each floor has a top-quality flying sword that suppresses the Taoist Gate.

It is the center of the main altar, and it is also another powerful array besides the imperial city array.

When necessary, the main altar can be used as the core, and the flying sword can be used to kill all powerful enemies in Jiuzhou.

Xin Yaoguang would take one with him every time he went out. When Wei Huayang returned, he took three with him.

Except for two people, no one in the entire Taoist sect is qualified to enter this important place. This Sword Hidden Pavilion has almost never been opened since the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Even because the matter was so important, cleaning was not allowed. As a result, the central courtyard was actually covered with wild grass.

Wei Huayang walked calmly through the courtyard overgrown with weeds and covered with residual snow.

Wei Huayang calmly pushed open the door of the Hidden Sword Pavilion and climbed up the ancient stairs step by step.

Wei Huayang calmly walked from the first floor to the ninth floor, the highest.

Hundreds of years ago, the Hidden Sword Pavilion, which was grand enough to overlook the entire divine capital, now seems inconspicuous. There are many taller buildings in the city.

Wei Huayang stood on the roof, wearing a red Taoist robe in the cold wind.

She looked due south, her sight seemed to span thousands of miles, and locked in the direction of the Buddhist Dajue Temple.

Outside the courtyard gate, the anxious gatekeeper disciple felt uneasy.

When he was about to report to the elders, he suddenly heard a faint hoarse order floating in the cold wind from the pavilion behind him that was almost forgotten by the world:
"Get up!"

Then, the earth shook suddenly, and the entire Qingyun Palace was like a beast that had been sleeping for a long time. It began to crazily devour the entire divine capital, and even the heaven and earth spiritual essence of the entire Zhongzhou.

With the Hidden Sword Pavilion as the center, a mysterious formation of light rising through the heaven and earth.

In the city of God's Capital, countless people were trembling in fear.

Some people even prostrated themselves in the street, horrified to see nine divine flying swords turning into rainbows in the sky, crossing the three state capitals, and falling towards the Southern Tang Dynasty along the central axis of the continent, like nine suns.

Jiuweiji, on this day, Huayang formed a formation, and the world wanted to kill him.

……

Royal Palace.

Emperor Yuan Qing stood outside the imperial study room, relying on the Imperial City Magic Formation to resist the power of heaven that made him tremble with fear. While the other palace ladies were in panic, the smile on Yuan Qing's face slowly faded away.

……

In the silent garden.

Xin Yaoguang sat quietly in her quiet room, with the Taoist scripture she never left her hand on the small table in front of her.

Even the astonishing momentum of the nine flying swords across the sky did not make her look away. Xin Yaoguang just quietly examined the ancient scroll in front of her that was missing a page and did not have any fluctuations in the spirit of the weapon, and frowned.

"Will the Dao Jing be destroyed?"

……

……

Earlier, Yuhang City.

The Yin Yang Academy was filled with sadness.

Xu Xiurong left the people who were in great shock and sorrow, turned into starlight alone, and came to the observatory in the corner of the academy. Starlight gathered, and as soon as Xu Xiurong stepped onto the floor, he saw the prisoner sitting cross-legged on the ground, staring at the air in confusion.

His lips moved, and he muttered some vague words, which could be vaguely distinguished as the positional terms of the stars.

With white hair and white beard, the amiable old star official in the past did not have the magnificence of a new top powerhouse.

Neither did he fight against the Buddha and vent his anger like Xu Yuanyun did, nor did he return to the divine capital to plot the overall situation like Xin Yaoguang did.

He just frowned and thought hard, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem.

"Senior Brother Jianzheng," Xu Xiurong looked as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

But after all, she is a monk who observes the sky. After experiencing a huge blow, she calmed down at the moment and her mind was extremely clear.

Realize that what you need to do now is not to wallow in sadness or anger, but to take action, whether it is revenge or something else.

Hearing her call, Qin Tianjian's unfocused eyes regained focus:

"You're here, just in time. I have something to ask you."

"what's up?"

"The Imperial Master has a page of Taoist scriptures on him, which was lent to him by Xin Yaoguang, you know, right?" Jian Zheng said seriously.

Xu Xiurong nodded: "I know, what's wrong?"

The prison guard stared at her and asked in a somewhat urgent voice:

"Where did the Imperial Master put this scripture before he left Yuhang last time?"

Xu Xiurong shook his head blankly and said:

"I don't know. Master never told me about this."

Jian Zheng suddenly stood up, walked a few steps toward her, grabbed her sleeves, and asked:

"In other words, there is a high probability that the Taoist Scriptures will be carried by the Master?"

Xu Xiurong was frightened by his senior brother's appearance:

"It should be that Master has been carrying it with him. Last time he was in Xu County, Headmaster Xin took it back briefly, but then gave it back to him."

Jian Zhenglao's eyes suddenly released a sharp light, and he murmured:

"That's weird."

Xu Xiurong also realized something at this time, and there was a slight gleam in his eyes:
"Elder brother, did you discover something?"

Jian Zheng looked at her, nodded and said:
"To be precise, there are some doubts."

As he spoke, he suddenly took out a cracked astrolabe from his sleeve. It was incomplete and twisted, and had been reduced from a high-grade magic weapon to scrap metal.

"This is what I found at the Liuhu site. It's the only thing left in that spiritual storm." Jian Zheng said.

Xu Xiurong looked at the object and thought about it, his nose couldn't help but feel sore. He turned his head sideways and then back again, realizing that this was the last relic of the Imperial Master.

As a big trump card that Ji Ping'an carries with him, its power goes without saying.

In the confrontation with the Buddha's "Great Demonic God", Ji Ping'an chose to blow up the magic weapon, releasing the power at the divine level that he had tried so hard to hide in it.

It was precisely with this thing that the "Great Demon God's Dharma" was also blown into nothingness.

"Senior brother, what you mean is..." Xu Xiurong calmed down and realized something was wrong.

Jian Zheng nodded gently, stared at her and said:

"Although this astrolabe is of extremely high quality, it is not inferior to the grade of the nine flying swords in the Dao Sect Hidden Sword Pavilion. Because of this, it can carry the power of the Divine Hidden Realm. Even though it is at the core of the explosion, it is only useless. It's rotten iron, but there is no real reason for annihilation.

However, although its quality is strong, it is still made by later generations, and it is impossible to compete with the scriptures taught by the saints. "

Xu Xiurong was stunned and blurted out:
"That's right! This astrolabe can remain, so there is no reason why that page of Taoist scriptures has not been left behind. Unless the master did not carry the Taoist scriptures with him at that time, but put it somewhere else!"

The supervisor said:

"But I've just deduced it many times, but I can't find any trace of that page of Taoism."

Xu Xiurong was stunned for a moment:

"Could it have been taken back by Xin Yaoguang? She controls the entire Taoist Scriptures and should be able to locate the remaining pages."

Jian Zheng shook his head and said confidently:

"Although Xin Yaoguang entered Shen Zang earlier, she specializes in flying swords of Taoism. In terms of attack, I can't compare with her at the moment, but in terms of deduction and divination, there is no way she can hide it from me."

Industry specializing in surgery!
The implication is that Xin Yaoguang did not get back the missing Taoist scriptures.

Xu Xiurong was stunned for a moment, then frowned and fell into thinking.

This is obviously a very strange thing. With the quality of the Dao Sutra, it should have survived the explosion, but it did not.

And neither Jian Zheng nor Xin Yaoguang could find its whereabouts.

The question then arises, where was the Taoist Scripture hidden by the Imperial Master?

At that time, several people from the realm of Shenzang were gathered at the scene. Based on common sense, the two of them were sure that the national master at that time was the original body, not a clone or anything like that, and it was impossible to escape.

Because it is impossible to hide it from the eyes of so many gods.

But...that's the national master!
In the past, the Imperial Master, who was known for his scheming, had already foreseen the crisis in advance. Did he still have some backup plans that they could not have imagined?
This guess was absurd and bold, but it still made the two of them excited.

"You know, Master had already predicted the return of the stars back then, and even used some unpredictable means to reincarnate into Ji Ping'an. This was obviously an early plan..." Xu Xiurong said suddenly.

Jian Zheng glanced at her and said:
"And the location of Liuhu, the place where he chose to fight, is also the place where he was born. Is it really just a coincidence?"

Xu Xiurong took a deep breath:
"And that Liuli is also very strange. I don't know why he appeared at the scene. It seems that the Buddha didn't expect it."

Jian Zheng squinted his eyes:

"Coupled with the disappeared Taoist scriptures, although I don't know if Master has arranged a back-up plan, these many doubts are indeed difficult to explain."

In fact, the two of them also knew that their analysis contained a lot of imagination.

It was more because they didn't want to believe that the Imperial Master was dead, so they tried to amplify the suspicion, but neither of them could expose this idea.

It is better to have hope, even if it is a small, almost ethereal hope, than to accept reality.

"By the way, carefully repeat what the master said to you before he left. If there was a backhand, there was probably a sign at that time." Jian Zheng said.

Xu Xiurong also became excited, began to recall, and recounted the conversation at that time:
"It was also here at that time. It was the day the summit was convened, and it was also the time when the black sun celestial phenomenon appeared..."

Jian Zheng listened quietly and looked strange:
"So, Master refused to go to the Divine Capital at that time? But he didn't mention the reason?"

"Well, I later suspected that it was because I was worried that Yuan Qing would do something dirty. After all, it was the imperial court that sent the generals to stop us." Xu Xiurong said.

Jian Zheng nodded. This explanation barely made sense, but it still felt strange.

Especially, it involves the "Black Sun"...

Before the Black Sun occurred, the National Master chose to retreat...

The old prisoner was thinking about it more and more, and he felt more and more suspicious. He pondered for a moment and said:
"You wait here while I look for clues in history."

As he spoke, bright stars suddenly appeared in Qin Tianjian's eyes, and the surrounding starlight began to reverse.

Day and night alternated rapidly, his body became illusory, and with the ability of "Star Officer", he entered the vanished old time.

one day……

two days...

Three days...

Finally, Qin Tianjian, who was swimming against the current in historical images, returned to the day when the "Black Sun" broke out.

He was suspended on the observatory, looking down.

Seeing the faint morning light, Ji Ping'an walked up the stairs to the top of the star observatory and began to take out the utensils to arrange the formation, and performed the deduction while sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of him.

Finally, on the dark day, Ji Ping'an sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, ready for everything.

At this time, Ji Pingan raised his head and looked at the sun above his head.

From this perspective, Jian Zheng suddenly discovered that when the Imperial Master raised his head, his eyes fell on him.

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Thanks to Odie and his dad for his support (end of chapter)