Big waves wash the sand

Strictly speaking, this Ren Tianyan is not a native disciple of the Tianyan Sect.His master, Master Lingquan, never entered the Tianyan Sect, but just happened to live on Taixuan Mountain.

The Daoist name Fuqing was given by Lingquan based on his seniority from Lord Tianyan when he started.Many years later, Lin Qi walked from the back mountain to the front mountain, and the head of the time added it to the genealogy of Tianyan Sect.

Lin Qi thought more than once, if he hadn't become Tianyan Lord, would the Tianyan faction still recognize him?

Is he really a member of the Tianyan sect?

If so, why don't you always believe him?

Later, he thought more, and he figured it out.

What they want is Lord Tianyan, not Lin Fuqing.As long as someone can take over from him, he is nothing.

How many levels of brotherhood are aimed at him?

Lin Qi wanted to join the Tianyan School since he was a child.

But his family disagreed.He is the only son in the family, and his family members want to send him to Shengxianmen, because there will be no catastrophe in the way of outer alchemy.Although Neidan Tao goes a long way, it is difficult.

For ordinary people, whether they become immortals is someone else's business. They just want their children to go smoothly.Waidan Dao is still orthodox, so it is naturally the first choice.

He sneaked out from home and begged all the way to Huang Zengtian.

A man in red led him to Lingquan and lied to him that Lingquan was the elder of Tianyan Sect, and he believed it.

When Xiao Tu found Lin Qi, he was squatting in front of a stall, chatting with the stall owner.

That face full of spring breeze, where does it seem to be in a bad mood?

Xiao Tu glanced at the stall owner, tsk, he knew it.

Just as he was about to walk over, a strangely dressed man stopped him.

It was a missionary. In recent years, more and more missionaries came from the west. Xiao Tu met many during his three-year study tour, and they all believed in the true God.

Tianshun embraces all rivers and rivers, and there is no saying that it is not allowed to preach.

As long as there is no trouble, the emperor will not care.

Xiao Tu didn't like their acquaintances very much, and usually walked by quickly.

The missionary didn't seem to see Xiao Tu's impatience, and he performed a ritual to him on his own. Xiao Tu knew that he was praying for himself.

But he doesn't like it.

He is a child of Da Luotian, and the blessing he deserves should also belong to Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Sorry, I am a follower of Lord Tianyan."

At this time, in the prime minister's mansion.

Su Yi sat alone at the table, with a chubby little white rabbit dozing off on her lap.

This rabbit was so fateful that he survived from their clutches.

Tang Huan didn't know where Xiao Zhiyi dragged her to. Su Yi touched the rabbit's ears boredly, and suddenly found that the red strap looked very familiar.

Familiar to the point where the direction of the dark lines on the top is familiar.

Su Yi accidentally dropped the knife.

At this moment, a bloody man rolled down from the courtyard wall, as if he lost his strength halfway through the light work.

He was covered in blood, and there was a fatal sword wound on his abdomen, which was simply wrapped around him with torn clothes, but the blood didn't stop, and the flowers and plants all over the ground were rubbed red.

He stood up holding the sword, but he was still able to move.His throat also seemed to be injured, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out before he could barely make a sound like a bellows.

Hoarse and exhausted.

Su Yi held her breath and concentrated before she heard what he said:

"I want to see Xiang Xiang."

Xiao Tu's breathing stagnated suddenly, and he was a little out of breath.

He keenly felt that the lotus in the dantian suddenly began to sway uncontrollably, and the frantic qi was like a gust of wind and rain, almost swallowing the crumbling heart lotus.

His vision gradually became blurred, although all five senses were present, but he seemed to be unable to touch the ground, everything around him was far away, and he didn't even have time to think about what happened to him.

There was an intermittent voice coming from my ear, which was inaudible, as if it had passed through time and came from a far, far away place.

"……run."

Someone hit the back of his head with a sap, and he staggered a step forward, falling into unrealistic fantasies.

In the dimness, I saw a person approaching and caught him.

Ting Chao's sword rested on the missionary's shoulder, frightening him so much that he dared not move at all.

Lin Qi switched hands, held Xiao Tu in his arms, warmed his pulse, and asked the missionary, "Tell me, what did you do?"

The missionary was just an ordinary man, who looked like an oriental man.

Nowadays, there are more and more Luoye temples in Daluotian, and the more they are built, the more believers are also increasing. Not all missionaries are foreigners.

This person has just joined the Royer Church for not many years, and it took him a long time to learn the blessing gestures taught to him by his superiors. He usually doesn't dare to use them on others, for fear of ruining his life.

This year was his first year of being a missionary, and he was finally able to preach in Daluotian openly and aboveboard, and he even gave blessings to many people without any problems.

How could Xiao Tu smash the signboard.

He was also terribly frightened, and always felt that his life was going to be shortened—half of his life was scared out of him with the sword resting on his neck.

He tremblingly pointed to the side walk: "I, I am blessing."

Lin Qi followed his hand and looked over, his colleagues did the same with the passerby, but the passerby walked away impatiently as nothing happened.

The colleague was not angry, he saluted the man gently, and then started to hook up with other passers-by.

Without exception, no one was as unconscious as Xiao Tu.

Some even have a bad temper and can turn around and call them crazy.

Lin Qi could see clearly that their gestures were the same.

This missionary is not lying.

As soon as the missionary had never practiced qi or kowtowed pills, the first time he was held by a sword around his neck, he was already frightened to the point of death, and kept pleading guilty.

In the face of life and death, he had long forgotten the name of the real god, and he only wanted to ask the grandpa in front of him to show his respect.

Lin Qi withdrew his sword, hugged Xiao Tu and left without looking back.

The missionary's legs collapsed to the ground.

The trousers are soaked.

No one knew that there were two people standing on the tall building not far away, and they had a panoramic view of all this.

The little curly-haired man in a white robe held a crystal ball in his hand, and there was a black aura swimming in it, like a little black dragon.

The index finger of the little curly hair passed through the crystal ball and placed it vaguely on the dragon's head.He "shh": "Obey, wait a little longer."

After he finished speaking, the restless little black dragon stopped and lay quietly in the crystal ball.

At this time, a Western missionary came over.

Yellow hair, high nose bridge, fair skin, he is a real foreigner.

As soon as he saw the little curly hair, he knelt down on one knee and put his right hand on his chest: "An envoy. Just now, an oriental man broke into the cultivation base and snatched the 'seed'."

The little curly hair hadn't spoken yet, but the man next to him laughed first.

The missionary had noticed him very early on, but subconsciously he was unwilling to see him, because he felt too oppressive.

However, he looks very gentle.

He is more oriental in appearance, with hazel eyes that are always smiling, and short brown hair that is carefully styled.Although he was a few years older than Curly, he seemed more docile than him.

After he finished laughing, he played with the crystal ball over and over again, and no one paid any attention to it.

The missionary once felt that the coercion did not come from him.

The little curly said: "It's okay. You have cultivated the best container, and you don't need to do this kind of thing anymore." He helped the missionary up and asked with a smile, "Do you have any wishes? Lord Said to reward you."

Missionary: "Please keep me following the true God."

After the missionary left, the man was still holding the crystal ball and looking at Da Luotian.

The little curly hair followed his gaze, and the scared missionary had already taken off his robe and cap, and crawled into the nearby Jiujun Temple.

Little curly hair said: "Oriental people don't have faith."

Orientals have no faith.

It's like they can change the order day and night, believe this in the morning, and believe that in the evening.One of their temples will enshrine several gods, and they believe in everything and finally believe in nothing.

They only care about benefits. If they can benefit them, they will worship them. If they can't, they will find another family.

If there are many gods who believe in them, they will not believe in them.

So there is only one God, the only God.

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Note: Tianyanmen is the old name, and now it is divided into nine factions, and Tianyan faction is one of the nine factions.