Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

A female cultivator with average looks and a slightly plump figure walked out of the door. She was extremely surprised to see Jiang Junliang coming.

"I thought I had made a mistake just now, but when I came out I realized it was indeed you."

"Didn't you say that you would never..."

"Cough cough!"

Jiang Junliang coughed awkwardly twice, then said seriously: "I came here to report an important situation. I would like to ask Fellow Daoist Tian to help inform the Palace Master."

Tian Xiangtong looked at Jiang Junliang's expression and knew that he was serious, but when she thought of the past between him and the Palace Master, she could only sigh.

"You know Palace Master Zhang. He is busy right now. I will notify him later."

Hearing this, Jiang Junliang clenched his fists slightly and asked with a stern face, "With her?"

Tian Xiangtong nodded: "Friend Jiang, for the sake of our relationship as colleagues, I still want to remind you not to act impulsively."

Jiang Junliang took a deep breath, his expression regained its composure, and he smiled and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Tian, ​​for your reminder."

"It's too cold outside, please come in and sit for a while."

Led by Tian Xiangtong, they entered the fortress.

As soon as he stepped through the small door, Anle was amazed by the surrounding scene.

Seen from the outside, the entire Qinghan Branch Hall looked like a piece of rigid iron, cold and hard.

But its interior is a different world, like a small building with carved beams and painted pillars, full of ancient charm.

Going further inside, spiritual energy gathers and the temperature becomes pleasant, just like the warm sunshine of early spring shining on your body.

Not far away, there are lush green plants growing fresh and tender.

The air is fresh, without any strange smell, as if isolated from the world, completely different from the cold and desolate situation outside the fortress.

"There must be a very high-level magic array here, which can gather spirits, ventilate, and maintain a constant temperature."

Anle admired in his heart.

Come to think of it, having cultivated to such a level, how could the monks of Taixu Palace live in a dirty and messy environment like ordinary workers?

Even in the harsh world of Urobuchi, we will try our best to improve the quality of life.

Perhaps because of Anle's extremely high appearance, Tian Qiutong stared at him with a smile, not hiding her admiration at all, and said: "These magic arrays were arranged by Palace Master Zhang alone, and they are of infinite use."

Anle nodded, but his expression suddenly became a little strange.

Chapter 180 Sister, You've Gained Weight

When passing by a monk, Anle's expression became a little strange.

With his extremely sharp sense of smell, he easily smelled a scent from that person...the scent of a man and a woman practicing together.

Even after using the cleansing technique to wash the body, some subtle smell still remains.

Listening carefully, Anle also vaguely heard sounds that were difficult to describe from the soundproofing array in several rooms.

In fact, if Anle's senses had not been tested many times, he would not have been able to detect these abnormalities.

He thought to himself, "The atmosphere in this Qinghan branch is probably much more open than the outside world..."

This is actually not difficult to understand.

In this bitter and cold place far away from the bustling city, monks have almost no ways to kill time except practicing, and pursuing sexual pleasure is undoubtedly a cheap, convenient and win-win way.

"It's just like the Antarctic research station on Earth. It's not surprising that some chaos occurs."

Thinking of this, Anle silently glanced at Jiang Junliang not far away and had some guesses in his mind.

******

Walking in the Qinghan branch hall.

The four of them attracted the attention of many monks.

It has been a long time since any new disciples from Taixu Palace arrived at the Qinghan Branch Hall, so the monks naturally felt very fresh.

Anle and Ye Ling'er's outstanding looks and temperament also made them stand out from the crowd, causing these people to secretly admire them.

"What a handsome man!"

"Hiss... How come this female cultivator is so tall?"

However, some monks seemed to recognize Jiang Junliang, and a hint of surprise flashed across their faces, while at the same time they cast sympathetic glances at him.

Those who originally wanted to approach and chat with her gave up the idea.

Not long after, Tian Qiutong brought Anle and the other three to a small hall and spoke politely.

"Wait here for a while. I'll go and inform you when Palace Master Zhang is done."

She also personally poured tea for Anle and gently reminded him, "The waiting time may be a little long, so please don't be impatient."

After saying that, she left with her graceful waist twisted.

After Tian Qiutong left, Ye Ling'er immediately looked at Jiang Junliang in confusion: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, didn't you also work in this branch hall before? Why do they treat you... so strangely?"

Anle knew that this might be Jiang Junliang's sore spot and didn't want to mention it actively.

But Ye Ling'er was outspoken and said whatever she wanted to say. She had already asked before he could stop her.

Jiang Junliang sighed: "Actually, I was planning to make it clear to you guys."

"I didn't mean to hide the truth, but..."

With just a few words from him, Anle and the others quickly understood the whole situation.

It turned out that the reason why Jiang Junliang and his Taoist partner divorced was not only because he worked in the Qinghan branch temple and had difficulty returning home for several months, but also because the branch temple master Zhang Haiyun had a hand in it.

All in all, the final result was that Jiang Junliang became the biggest loser.

I lost my partner and my job, and could only leave this sad place in disgrace.

After listening, Anle said apologetically: "If I had known this, I wouldn't force you."

Jiang Junliang forced a smile and said, "Compared to this little thing, it is more important to pass on the information."

"only……"

He frowned slightly, looking worried: "I'm worried that Zhang Haiyun will make things difficult for us, thus delaying the opportunity to fight."

"The Qinghan branch is located in Xuyuan, too far away from the main city of Taixu Palace. Although Zhang Haiyun is a disciple of Taixu Palace, he is like the lord of a city here, with great authority. Most of the cultivators obey his command, so... he always acts recklessly."

Anle nodded.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away.

In such a remote place, coupled with several years of operation, the temple master Zhang Haiyun has probably already made this place into an iron barrel, a veritable "local emperor."

Moreover, the magic arrays in the fortress were all arranged by Zhang Haiyun himself. Perhaps... the entire branch hall is under his surveillance?

"But since we are both disciples of Taixu Palace, we should not be indifferent to this information."

******

Anle originally thought that what Tian Qiutong meant by "a little long" was only a few dozen minutes at most.

As a result, three hours passed and Palace Master Zhang still did not appear in front of them.

During this period, Anle also went to call the monks outside.

These people had a good attitude. They served food and tea personally and answered even unimportant questions honestly.

But when asked "When will Palace Master Zhang come", they would only evade the question by saying "The Palace Master is still busy" or "We will go and tell him right away".

"This Palace Master Zhang is trying to intimidate us."

Ye Ling'er was eating the spiritual rice that was sent to her, her mouth was stuffed full, and she spoke incoherently.

"But he still gave me food, which means he's not such a jerk."

Jiang Junliang frowned and sighed, "Friend An, I'm afraid you have been implicated by me."

"I thought this matter was over, but I didn't expect him to still be like this..."

"You really think you are a local emperor!"

Anle narrowed his eyes, his eyes were cold: "Since he is not coming, then we will bring the news to him, which is also the most righteous thing to do.

After saying that, he led Ye Ling'er and the other two out of the small hall. He gathered his spiritual energy in his throat and shouted directly to the other people in the fortress.

"I have urgent information to share with you, the Great Tai Dynasty..."

Before Anle could finish his words, he found that his voice was blocked by an invisible barrier and could not be heard more than three meters away from him.

His heart sank.

Clearly, they had encountered the worst.

Zhang Haiyun actually didn't want them to tell this news to other monks in Taixu Palace.

"Is he a traitor? Is he a spy?"

'Or does he just not trust me?'

Several possibilities flashed through Anle's mind quickly, but no matter which one it was, since Zhang Haiyun did not immediately order them to be killed, it meant that he still had some concerns.

At this moment, a powerful voice came to his ears.

"My dear friend, how can you speak such important information in public?"

A middle-aged man of medium build walked in front of the four people. He had a slightly plump face, slightly gray temples, and some fine wrinkles between his eyebrows, indicating that he was already quite old when he achieved success in his cultivation.

His facial features are quite regular, and one can see how handsome he was when he was young.

In fact, there are many handsome men and beautiful women among the immortal cultivators. After undergoing multiple cleansings of their meridians and marrow and improving their realms, their appearance is usually not that ugly. However, it is still very rare to find someone as handsome as Anle.

What Anle cared more about than Zhang Haiyun's appearance was the clothes he was wearing.

It was bluish-white in color, extremely large and gorgeous, comparable to some of the formal dresses that Anle had seen in the main city of Taixu Palace. It was also decorated with dragon patterns. Except that it was not bright yellow, it looked very much like the clothes that emperors of certain dynasties would wear.

Anle sneered in his heart: "What a grand ceremony."

He did not give in, and said sternly: "If the Palace Master had not yet shown up, why would I have acted like this?"

When Zhang Haiyun looked at Anle, his expression was that of an elder educating a younger person, and his tone was slightly dissatisfied.

In the eyes of a Nascent Soul cultivator like him, a Foundation Establishment cultivator is nothing more than a character who can be manipulated at will.

Zhang Haiyun said calmly: "My friend, when you come to my branch hall, of course you have to follow my rules."

At the same time, a real pressure was born out of thin air, the air condensed into substance, like a towering mountain pouring down towards Anle, and even the ground trembled slightly.

The monks farther away noticed this abnormality and looked at Anle with silent sympathy.

"This fellow Taoist has bad luck. How come he offended Palace Master Zhang right at the beginning?"

This pressure was only directed at Anle, while Jiang Junliang and others were not affected. This was enough to show that Zhang Haiyun's control over spiritual power was extremely exquisite and meticulous.

Zhang Haiyun was measured in his actions. He just wanted to teach this ignorant young man a lesson and make him look bad in public.

However, the next second.

Zhang Haiyun's expression changed slightly.

I saw Anle not far away, his body motionless, standing there like a mountain.

The pressure exerted was like a drop in the ocean, not even causing a change in his expression.

What was most incredible to Zhang Haiyun was that he actually felt a hint of danger from the other party, as if he was being stared at by a cold and poisonous snake.

Even if it is only a tiny bit, I am at the Nascent Soul stage while this handsome young man is only at the Foundation Establishment stage!

'interesting. ’

Zhang Haiyun glanced at Anle and others, and when he saw Ye Ling'er, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Nascent Soul..."

He unexpectedly discovered that although Anle was only at the foundation-building stage, he was vaguely dominant among the four people: "Could he be the noble son of a noble family?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Haiyun quickly restrained his breath and said with a smile.

"I was delayed by something just now, please forgive me."

Seeing Zhang Haiyun's attitude change, the other monks in the fortress were very surprised.