Taoist master wants to ascend

Chapter 458 Pang Wenlong died

Buzz~

There was a breeze in the hall.

In the shadows, a figure gradually became clearer and slowly walked out. It was a tall and dignified old man wearing a purple robe.

Qin Yun, the old guy is really not dead!

Long Yingchan's eyes narrowed. Although he had already guessed it, seeing it with his own eyes still made him a little overjoyed, especially at this time.

"Young monk, I haven't seen you for many years, but do you still recognize me?"

The old man in purple robe smoothed his long beard and smiled slightly.

Little monk...

Looking at Long Yingchan's wrinkled old face, Qin Shixian was speechless. He jumped on the chair, pawed at it, grabbed a fruit and gnawed it.

"...The heroic appearance of the seniors will be unforgettable for the juniors to see."

Long Yingchan bowed his hands in greeting, and felt a sense of relief in his heart. Since this person is not dead, many things will be much easier to handle.

"The little monk still knows etiquette so well."

Qin Yun smiled slightly, found a chair and sat down.

Long Yingchan took a few steps up to meet him, sat beside him, exchanged a few polite words, and asked about the ambush in the past.

"There's nothing to say. It's just that the nine old guys secretly arranged the ceremony. I went to the city of God to pick incense. I didn't pay attention for a while and got some injuries."

Qin Yun said it lightly.

"What ritual can hurt you?"

Long Yingchan was curious. This person in front of him was the only quasi-supreme grandmaster who could touch the palace in more than a thousand years, except Pang Wenlong.

As for the ambush, it was even more bizarre.

How could this undisputed number one killer in the world be ambushed?

"What's the name of the heavenly ceremony? Nine Sons Killing Gods."

Qin Yun said casually that he knew what the young monk was thinking, but he was not in a hurry to ask and talked to him slowly.

"Nine Sons Kill God..."

Long Yingchan made some insinuations, mentioning these nine old ghosts and Wan Zhuliu, but the old guy remained motionless, and no matter how many hints he gave, there was no reaction.

He didn't seem to care at all about being surrounded and killed.

‘The old guy can’t handle it. ’

With a sigh in his heart, Long Yingchan coughed lightly and said:

"Senior, since you are here, you must have heard Wan Zhuliu's previous invitation?"

"What invitation?"

Qin Yun was surprised: "I just arrived, did I miss something important?"

"..."

Long Yingchan felt a little depressed, and had the illusion that he was having a fight with himself.

"Wan Zhuliu has just arrived..."

After telling what happened just now, Long Yingchan didn't want to go around in circles anymore:

"What do you think about the imperial court inviting us to watch the ceremony?"

"It seems you didn't invite me, right?"

Qin Yun glanced at him with a half-smile: "Young monk is so naughty, do you want to coax me to stand up for you?"

"Zhaixinglou and Dao Sect like us have always been on the same page, so why should we say who is the one to stand up for?"

Long Yingchan said seriously: "Three years ago, Master Qin was hunted down by the imperial court. Our entire clan, Longhu Temple, went out to save him. I also fought many fierce battles with the Shenqi Sage..."

On the chair, the little tiger cub glanced at him, a little suspiciously.

"Yeah?"

Qin Yun was noncommittal.

"In front of seniors, juniors will never tell lies."

Long Yingchan pinched his long eyebrows.

"The same spirit connects the branches."

Qin Yun laughed dumbly, but quickly stopped:

"Since we are connected with the same spirit, why can't we part with even one Dragon-Tiger Pill? Or should we say that one Dragon-Tiger Pill is really as powerful as ten Dragon-Demon Pills?"

The present world has paid off...

Glancing at the little tiger cub out of the corner of his eye, Long Yingchan was not alarmed. He had already responded to this:

"The ten Dragon Demon Great Pills are not what this junior wants, but the promise made by Master Qin when he was looking for his junior disciple to draw his sword..."

"You are very generous."

Qin Yun glared at his granddaughter and said calmly:

"I know a little bit about the Bafang Temple and this great festival..."

"Want to hear the details."

Long Yingchan arched his hands.

"I don't know whether the Bafang Temple held a large sacrifice in ancient times. The only thing that is certain is that in the past, Pang Wenlong, the great ancestor of the Universiade, once mobilized the whole country to hold a large sacrifice in the Bafang Temple."

Qin Yun coughed slightly and spoke, and only the two people present could hear his voice.

"Pang Wenlong once made a grand sacrifice to the Bafang Temple?"

Long Yingchan was slightly shocked, he had never heard of this.

"Thousands of years ago."

Qin Yun's voice became deeper:

"It was after that great sacrifice that Pang Wenlong died and the Great Luck God was shaken..."

"Is Pang Wenlong's death related to the Great Sacrifice at the Bafang Temple?"

Long Yingchan frowned and was doubtful.

Longhu Temple has been inherited for more than two thousand years, and the records in the ancestral history are more detailed and reliable than those in history books, but there is only one record about the time of Pang Wenlong's death.

That is to say, "In the 404th year of the Universiade, fire from heaven descended on the city of gods, and Taizu died on that day."

Listen to the meaning behind these words, the fire was caused by the great sacrifice that day?

"Well, Pang Wenlong died in the great ceremony."

Qin Yun calmly repeated: "I can confirm that this matter is true."

"this……"

Long Yingchan had doubts in his heart.

The Star-Zhaing Tower truly flourished in the millennium after Pang Wenlong's death. Before that, due to the disappearance of the Dragon Demon Taoist, the Star-Zhaing Tower had been silent for hundreds of years.

Why record information that even the Five Great Dao Sects don’t have?

Qin Yun didn't care whether he believed it or not, but said:

"What do you think the Bafang Temple is?"

"Bafang Temple..."

Long Yingchan was asked.

The legend of the Bafang Temple has been around for a long time, but no one can tell what the Bafang Temple is, whether anyone has ever entered it, or what is inside.

"Please give me some advice, senior."

Long Yingchan shook his head.

"The Bafang Temple is the source of all dharma. The origins of martial arts in today's world should all come from the Bafang Temple, or indirectly from the Bafang Temple."

Qin Yun considered:

"Wan Zhuliu said that the Bafang Temple contains the method of extending life and the secret of immortality. This is true."

"Um?"

Long Yingchan raised his head and cursed in his heart. Did the old guy say he just came?

"How do you say this?"

"We, warriors, cultivate qi and blood, nourish strength, nourish qi, transform qi into reality, transform muscles and bones, and sharpen body and spirit..."

"The muscles, bones, skin, flesh, organs, blood, spirit, and soul are all beyond those of ordinary people..."

Qin Yun glanced at the little tiger cub. She also raised her head and listened attentively:

"Why can you only live two hundred years?"

"Um?"

Long Yingchan was shocked.

He is not the only one with similar doubts. Throughout the ages, countless masters and great masters have had similar doubts.

Old and frail, it is not suitable for the most accomplished warriors.

The physique of a warrior who has completed blood exchange is no longer human, and his blood marrow and internal organs are polished as new every day, and will not suddenly decay until his death. Regarding this, there are countless sages in the Five Dao Sect who have doubts and experiments.

"Senior means..."

"Bafang Temple."

Qin Yun's answer was straightforward:

"The Bafang Temple is the source of all dharma. It also blocks the universe and blocks the road to immortality. The lifespan of our warriors is actually more than two hundred!"

"this……"

Long Yingchan frowned: "Senior, why are you so sure?"

"Then it's not enough for outsiders."

Qin Yun was very calm: "I have said everything I should say. It is up to you whether you believe it or not."

Long Yingchan frowned, thought for a long time, then shook his head and suppressed his suspicion:

"Senior, will the so-called big sacrifice hinder us?"

"The great sacrifice is not a blood sacrifice."

Qin Yun took a deep look at Long Yingchan:

"On the contrary, it has something to do with the Tianyun Xuanbing."

"Tianyun Xuanbing?"

Long Yingchan was not surprised by this. According to ancient legend, the Tianyun Xuanbing was related to the Bafang Temple.

"According to your opinion, the imperial court invited me to go because of the Tianyun Xuanbing?"

His heart tightened slightly.

"Maybe."

Qin Yun shook his head: "There is more than one kind of sacrifice, so how do I know what kind of ceremony the court will use to perform the sacrifice?"

"Then, what if I can't wait?"

Long Yingchan's brows never relaxed.

"Since the imperial court wants a grand ceremony, you can't stop it whether you go or not. Xuan Bing has his own spirituality. If he is really attracted to the grand ceremony, why should you suppress him?"

After taking a deep look at Long Yingchan, Qin Yun stood up:

"No matter what it is, it has nothing to do with me... Xiaoxian, it's time to go."

The little tiger cub dropped the core and followed slowly.

"slow!"

Long Yingchan sighed and stood up to persuade him to stay:

"Senior, just tell me what you have to say."

The old guy didn't have good intentions. These words were too threatening, but he had to admit that he was really intimidated.

He was really unsure about a great sacrifice that could bring down a supreme master like Pang Wenlong.

Qin Yun smiled:

"Li Yuan."

This is too direct...

Long Yingchan's temples were beating wildly, and he suddenly felt what Long Xixiang felt before, this old guy is trying to poach someone.

…

…

"call!"

"suck!"

In the small courtyard, the wind blows and the fog moves.

Li Yuan slowly stopped his momentum, and after finishing several sets of pile skills, he suddenly felt refreshed.

The transformation of the Hundred-Shaped Pill is not drastic, but it is better if it is continuous. However, it is hard to say how many transformations it can take before the medicine is used up.

But in his feelings, subtle changes were brewing from the depths of his body and transmitted to his limbs, giving him an indescribable sense of pleasure.

It was as if his internal organs were cheering for joy...

"Thousands of shapes."

Li Yuan let out a long breath, washed himself casually, then went back to the house and lay down.

Before falling asleep, as usual, listen to music.

Buzz~

In the palm space, the listening wooden urns and fingering notes shimmered.

"The Bafang Temple should belong to 'Baoyin', right?"

Li Yuan murmured in his heart.

The direction of the musical notes is actually very general. There are four types of "life, death, treasure and death". Each of them covers a wide range, but it is still much better than random listening.

Buzz~

As Li Yuan's thoughts changed, wisps of incense disappeared into the finger notes, and various words appeared and sounds echoed.

This is Baoyin.

"...The sound of wolf howls came from the Mountain of Hundred Beasts. Since he was disemboweled in his sleep, the Twin-Winged Thunder Dog King never fell asleep again at night. He didn't know that he had lost the Thunder Beast Spirit Pill, but he was in a very depressed mood..."

Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the corner of the gray stone platform, which was a fist-sized spiritual pill that flashed with lightning.

The thunder dog king was unruly and difficult to tame, so he couldn't hold it back. He sneaked into the mountains at night and performed a small operation on the dog king.

"Well, after you control this spirit pill and change the 'star mastiff body', maybe you can try to use this spirit pill to completely subdue this dog king?"

After thinking about it, Li Yuan continued to listen.