Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

"Fuck, isn't it just a high-level peak? I'm almost there. I'm in a state of meditation at this super-level!"

Zhao Manyan was immediately energized when he heard this. He felt full of motivation, "This time I will definitely surpass that idiot Mo Fan and become his big brother."

“What you said is quite ambiguous, Zhao Manyan. If you are interested in Mo Fan, I can help you.”

Bai Mo twitched his lips, feeling that there was something wrong with what he said.

Lanyang City is located between Feiniao City and Modu, not too far away, and it only takes half an hour by high-speed train to get there.

As soon as Lingling came out of the station and arrived at Lanyang Academy, she was attracted by the school emblem of Lanyang Academy at first sight.

"It's this pattern again. This pattern seems very important and familiar. Bai Mo, don't you think so?"

Bai Mo glanced at the school emblem on the school gate after hearing this. He naturally understood what the pattern was.

In fact, I have seen many similar patterns along the way.

The city emblem of Lanyang, the emblems of local enterprises in Lanyang, and even the bus at the bus stop we just walked out of, have similar emblems.

"Remember the mysterious feather I took out from Pearl Academy?"

"You mean"

Lingling had a flash of inspiration in her mind, and she instantly had a guess. She took a picture of the school emblem of Lanyang Academy on the spot, but was not in a hurry to compare it. She knew that since Bai Mo's tone was so certain, then this pattern must be related to the strange badge pattern here.

Although she didn't know how he discovered this, even though she didn't notice it herself, Lingling still understood Bai Mo's intention at the first moment.

"No wonder you insisted on bringing Dean Xiang to Xuankong Pavilion, and asked me to use your name to send him some of my grandfather's unwanted garbage from time to time. You wanted to build a good relationship with him first, and then investigate this mysterious pattern!"

"Yes, but Lingling, don't say that about your grandfather. His things are still very precious."

Bai Mo nodded and corrected Ling Ling's words. Old Bao didn't collect things, nor did he have any unwanted garbage.

Those are all special-grade teas with extremely small production, such as West Lake Longjing.

I drink it normally, how can it be garbage?

Of course, Mr. Bao couldn't bear to part with these things, so most of the time he replaced them with ornaments and red wine given to him by those foreigners when they just retired a few years ago.

I don't know if there is any 1982 Lafite, but there are some rare things.

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word you say?" Zhao Manyan asked.

"A bodyguard doesn't need to know too much." Lingling snorted.

While they were talking, they had already arrived at Xiang Xuewu's office. The door was open and Xiang Xuewu had already prepared a pot of tea and was waiting for them.

Bai Mo had already informed him when he entered the school gate.

"You're finally here. I thought you had forgotten about this. Please feel free to sit down."

The entire office was extremely personalized, causing Zhao Manyan to sigh in admiration. He looked around without blinking, and finally found a cushion to sit down.

Bai Mo and the other three also sat down one after another. Xiang Xuewu poured a cup of tea for each of them, and then looked at Zhao Manyan.

"Young man, don't look at me in a strange way. I am a lay Taoist priest. There is nothing strange about this."

"Oh. I'm just curious. This is my first time meeting a Taoist priest. You should be very good at keeping fit. Do you have any methods to improve your sexual performance? I have a friend who really needs it!"

Bai Mo snapped his fingers and the ban was activated, banning Zhao Manyan's already deviated topic.

"Dean Xiang, some things have delayed us for a few days. Let's set off now. Do you need to prepare anything?"

"No need. If you are interested, you can burn some incense for the temple."

Xiang Xuewu laughed, patted his sleeves and stood up.

Xuankong Pavilion, also known as the Hanging Temple, is located outside the Hengshan Post Station near Hunyuan Town, Pingcheng, Jinzhou.

The steep and towering cliffs present a steep slope of more than 90 degrees, which is beyond human reach. Even fewer demons stop there.

A thousand-meter-high cliff peeks out from the clouds. The entire yellow-brown cliff reflects a golden hue under the sunlight. Rocks are closely packed together, like the exposed body of a yellow dragon, majestic and heavy.

Xuankong Pavilion is not a tourist attraction and is not open to the general public.

But today is the day for them to open the mountain and communicate with the outside world. It’s nothing if someone comes to visit occasionally.

Bai Mo and others flew in Jinlong Gorge for a while, and soon they saw an ancient temple on the top of a cliff, as if it was suspended in the air.

The overall area of ​​the temple is smaller than many other temples and is divided into one courtyard and two buildings.

"Every time Xuankong Pavilion opens, many people come to learn the secret method. The people in Xuankong Pavilion are also looking for reliable people, people with that kind of talent, to pass on this secret method."

As Xiang Xuewu spoke, he had already commanded the summoned beast to land. There was a large cloud of fog in front of the temple gate. The thick white clouds looked like a square, making the entire temple seem as if it was really above the clouds.

Under the surprised gazes of Lingling, Bai Mo and the others, the summoned beast Fei Yu Diao really landed on the cloud square.

"Xuankong Pavilion was built on the basis of a small secret realm that belongs to this place. It is in the air, relying on the support of the secret realm. Outside is a reception area. We can enter the real Xuankong Pavilion after we swipe a card and register."

After hearing this, Bai Mo and the others suddenly understood.

As Xiang Xuewu walked through the ancient courtyard gate, a monk in linen clothes stood beside the mottled door.

The monk had a young face and wore smoky makeup, no, dark circles under his eyes.

"You're bringing students here again. Can they stay for three days this time?"

"This is not my student. He has a predestined relationship with us."

"Wulian Tianzun, it's a pleasure to meet you, my dear." The young monk yawned, looking as if he had not yet woken up.

"Is the monk also overindulging himself? He has such dark circles under his eyes."

"You golden-haired guy, stop talking nonsense. I'm a Taoist priest. This bald head was burned when I fell asleep while cooking." The young monk's voice came from afar.

"Wang Lin is indeed not a monk. Taoism and Buddhism coexist here, and there is no abbot. As long as the predestined people pass the test, they will have the opportunity to comprehend the secret law. As for whether they can succeed, it depends on their own abilities."

Xiang Xuewu said with a smile, and led a few people around the temple to the registration place.

Mu Nujiao glanced secretly into the temple and saw statues of Buddha and Taoist priests.

But it was all made of mud, and there was a layer of dust inside the hall, and there wasn't even an offering plate.

It is obviously a decoration, with a value slightly equivalent to that of a TV at home.

"If you three want to obtain the secret method, it may take some time and the necessary procedures."

The registrant took a dustpan and swept it across Bai Mo's hand, and passed the test for some unknown reason.

Then he glanced at Mu Nujiao and the other two, and immediately realized that they were not destined to be together in advance, so he said.

"What procedures? Can we learn them too?"

"Live here for a month first to see your character, and then experience the illusion. If you can come out on your own, you will get a chance." The monk in charge of registration said directly.