The founder of all religions

Three days later.

Beijing, Jiqing Street.

In the early morning, the fireworks are at their strongest in the alley streets, and the food stalls are set up before dawn.

The early sun rises, and white hot air bursts out from the cage, wrapped in an alluring aroma.

The traffickers and soldiers coming and going brought vitality back to the capital that had been cold all night.

The watchmen who had stayed up all night were already drinking "morning wine" at a roadside stall. They drank three ounces of fire and knives to drive away the chill in their bodies. Those who were rich could order two dishes to go with the wine... …Cold belly and peanuts are always the best sellers.

"A good day starts with breakfast."

In the corner, Li Duan picked up the white porcelain bowl on the table, full of expectations.

The freshly ground soy milk is steaming hot, add some lard residue, sprinkle with a handful of mustard mustard, green garlic, and dried small shrimps, then pour the secret boiled soy sauce, and finally soak the chopped fried dough sticks in it. The taste is, It can make your tongue greedy.

If you come here with a basket of steamed buns stuffed with pork and green onions, and you bite into it, the full soup will almost splash out, and the rich meat aroma will melt between your teeth...

This life is worth it! ! !

"The common people's morning meals are really unique..."

Master Ji looked tired and couldn't help but wonder when he saw Li Mo eating deliciously.

"What? Have you never had breakfast at a stall like this?"

Li Mo put down the bun in his hand and cursed himself for being confused as soon as he asked.

He is the prince of Zhennan, so the food in the palace must be exquisite. How can he eat these things that ordinary people eat?

"What do you usually eat in the morning?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"Generally speaking, first rinse your mouth with [Snow Mountain Ginseng King Soup], and then..."

"Okay, no need to say more." Li Mo quickly raised his hand, interrupting Master Ji's half-sentence.

Although Snow Mountain Ginseng King is not a very rare medicinal material, it grows in the snowy mountains of the far north and is quite difficult to pick. Every year, countless ginseng pickers die in order to pick this medicinal material.

In the medicine shops in the capital, even the seeds of [Snow Mountain Ginseng King] cost seventy taels of silver per tael.

"You also experience the 'suffering' of the people, come and have a taste."

Li Mo pushed the cage in front of Master Ji.

"Can't eat, no appetite..." Master Ji waved his hand.

"Boss, here's another basket filled with oysters, leeks and kidneys..."

Li Mo didn't wait for Master Ji to greet him, then he raised his hand and called for another cage.

Master Ji heard this but did not refuse.

"What? Did you burn the midnight oil again last night?" Li Mo asked as he drank the soy milk and tasted the steamed buns soaked in the juice.

"Not really. A friend of mine met a girl who was simple, lovely, and innocent. He asked me to help identify whether she was a veteran who pretended to be a pig and eat the tiger..." Master Ji said righteously.

"I'm just doing a favor for my friend. Friendship is priceless."

"How do you identify this?" Li Mo was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"It's very easy to identify. I'll teach you a mantra." Master Ji picked up the basket of steamed buns sent by the waiter, looked at Li Mo and lowered his voice.

"This is my unique secret, pass it on from male to female."

"Nonsense, come on." Li Mo rolled his eyes and said impatiently.

“The novice bends his back, the veteran bends his back.”

"Huh!?" Li Mo was stunned for a moment.

"Don't you understand? It seems you are a novice too..." Master Ji clapped his legs and laughed.

"Fart... of course I understand."

Li Mo gnawed on the bun and shouted: "Is this how you identified it?"

"Of course, it's the most straightforward."

"It seems that you put in a lot of effort for the appraisal last night." Li Mo looked at his tired expression and said calmly.

"It's all for friends." Master Ji rubbed his temples and sighed secretly.

"How is the result?"

"Haha, this girl looks like an expert at first glance. I patted the bed and knew how to change her position..." Master Ji sneered.

"She's more familiar than Widow Taima... Fortunately, she has a pure and pleasant face."

"Elaborate..."

Li Mo gnawed on the bun, his wide eyes filled with a desire to explore.

"Huh!? Aren't you going to [Tianyin Palace] today? Are you still interested in asking about such things?"

Master Ji cast a sidelong glance, picked up the bun stuffed with leek, oyster and kidney, and took a big bite.

"It's just because I'm going to Tianyin Palace that I need to relax first." Li Mo said calmly.

Wang Lingce's vaccination made him a little afraid of that place. It was so ridiculous that even Li Mo felt a little unsure.

"You are the leader of the new list, the successor of the Black Sword...you are not going to the dragon's pond and the tiger's den, but you also want to relax?" Master Ji teased.

"Don't you know where Tianyin Palace is?" Li Mo said solemnly.

"I've heard that... except for the royal family of Daqian, ordinary people cannot easily set foot in the important land of Tianmen." Master Ji said solemnly.

"have you been there?"

"When I was a child, I went in with our old man to worship the statue of Shenzong." Master Ji said solemnly.

In the Tianyin Palace, there is a statue of Shen Zong. It is a rule set by the palace that anyone of royal bloodline should be worshiped as usual.

The Zhennan King lineage was originally a branch of Shenzong. Whenever they came to Beijing, they had to enter the palace to offer incense.

"How is that place?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"I was still young at that time, and I was led by the old man. He wouldn't let me run around..."

Master Ji recalled: "I only remember that there were many houses in that place, and each room had a seal..."

"I heard that things that cannot see the light are locked up in the house...one of the rooms contains a...it should be considered a demon."

Master Ji murmured softly, showing a look of reminiscence.

That was the only room he got close to, and he saw something very ordinary but extraordinary.

"What does it mean to be considered a ghost!?" Li Mo asked in confusion.

"There is a little white horse locked in that room...a very ordinary little white horse, the hair is not even long...it doesn't seem to have any evil spirit, but..."

Master Ji's face was slightly condensed, and his raised eyebrows brought back memories that had been buried for a long time.

"Its sound is weird...more ferocious and terrifying than a lion or a tiger..."

"Our old man said that the sound sounds like a dragon but not a dragon, or a dragon but not a dragon..."

"A little white horse that can roar like a dragon?" Li Mo chewed on Master Ji's words, and a different kind of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"Anyway, don't run around and don't get close to those weird rooms and there won't be any accidents." Master Ji warned.

"I see."

Li Mo nodded, ate and drank all the soy milk and lard residue in the bowl, and stood up immediately.

"gone."

"Waiting for your good news."

Master Ji waved goodbye and sat there minding his own business, eating steamed buns and watching Li Mo's figure disappear into the increasingly lively streets.

…

In the suburbs, Chunyang Mountain.

This is a hilltop on the outskirts of the capital city. The scenery is beautiful and the mountains and rivers are beautiful, but there are no extraordinary horses, and the Feng Shui pattern is unremarkable.

Li Mo called a donkey cart and wandered to the foot of the mountain for only five coins.

Originally, with his speed, it would only take him a moment, but he was still somewhat wary of this Tianyin Palace. It would be good to look at the scenery along the way and adjust his mentality.

"Chunyang Temple on Chunyang Mountain!?"

Li Mo went up the mountain and according to the instructions, Tianyin Palace was located in the Taoist temple in the mountain.

When he came to the mountain, Li Mo looked at the dilapidated Taoist temple. From the outside, it was not even as big as his Dongjiao Mingju, and he couldn't help showing suspicion.

"Did I look in the wrong place?"

Li Mo hesitated for a moment, took out the [talisman] given by Hongmen from his arms, pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, and walked in.

"Um!?"

As soon as he stepped through the door, a magnificent palace complex suddenly appeared in front of Li Mo's eyes, standing on the top of a mountain. The peak behind it reached straight into the sky. It was much more majestic than Chunyang Mountain.

Li Mo was stunned for a moment, turned around and retreated. Looking back, he saw that it was still a dilapidated Taoist temple, standing alone on the hilltop of Xiaojiazi.

"There is no other cave...it is indeed the Tianyin Palace."

Li Mo showed a look of astonishment. If he hadn't been holding the [talisman], all he would have seen was a Taoist temple with sparse incense.

This place is inaccessible and Chunyang Mountain has no reputation. Who would have thought that the important place of Tianmen would be in such a place.

"Xuantian Dao Fetal Qi, I'm here."

Holding the talisman, Li Mo stepped into the dilapidated Taoist temple again, and the ancient and majestic palace appeared in front of him.

The green peak stands like a long sword, swinging in the clouds in the sky.

"Tianyin Palace!"

Li Mo looked up and saw that the three big characters were twisted and sloppy. It looked like a child learning to calligraphy instead of being written by everyone.

"How can someone so ugly hang here?" Li Mo murmured.

His handwriting is even better than this.

"That was left by the first generation sect master of Tianmen."

At this moment, a childish voice came from the side. Li Mo looked down and saw a dark-skinned child walking over. He was dressed in black and wearing a bamboo hat, standing in front of him, deeply moved. A gift.

"I've met Mr. Dusi."

"Who are you?"

"The little one is responsible for sending the adults where they should go." The child said respectfully.

"Tianmen still uses child labor?" Li Mo's expression became strange.

Everyone said that Tianyin Palace was so dangerous and strange, but there were still such young children, who looked only six or seven years old.

"My lord, please follow me."

The kid made a gesture of invitation, then turned around and led the way in front of him.

The huge Tianyin Palace has countless palaces, and each one is divided into small houses, like a honeycomb.

It's surprisingly quiet here. Occasionally, you can see people walking around. They are all wearing black robes and black hats. They have their heads lowered, and their faces can't be seen clearly, and they can't speak to each other.

In short, when you step into this place, you will feel unspeakably depressed.

"As expected, they are all rooms."

Li Mo walked on the corridor and glanced at the densely packed rooms with almost no end in sight, each one covered with yellowing talismans.

Supervise the heaven and the earth, and seal the land of the palace.

Wang Lingce said that all aliens that should not appear in the world will be contained in the [Tianyin Palace].

Wow…

At this moment, the sound of liquid flowing caught Li Mo's attention.

He looked at the child leading the way, suddenly stopped, and looked through the door screen at a room on the right.

There was an iron can in the middle of the empty room, and white liquid was constantly seeping out of it. The room was filled with this white liquid, and it leaked out along the drainage channel in the corner.

"What is this?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

When the child heard this, he stopped and was shocked when he saw that Li Mo was actually in the spying room.

"Sir, you can't..."

"What is this tin can? Why is there still white liquid coming out?" Li Mo looked at the child and asked.

Seeing Li Mo's curious look, the child looked around and saw no one around before explaining.

"That's milk."

"Milk? Then why..."

"This iron can was discovered by the master of [Tianmen] seven years ago. It can continuously produce milk..."

"Isn't that great?" Li Mo's eyes lit up.

If you open a milk shop to provide milk to restaurants in the capital, you will make a lot of money.

He could even deliver milk to various prefectures and hospitals and become the dairy king of the capital.

"But...this kind of milk has a huge disadvantage." The child explained.

"What are the disadvantages?" Li Mo asked.

"Whether it's demons or humans, once they drink it, they will forget their cubs... and will never have any related memories."

"Ah!? So weird?" Li Mo was stunned.

"So the lords of [Tianmen] named it..."

"Forget the milk!"

"..."

"Wangzai milk is a taboo thing...you can't touch it at will, let alone drink it at will..." the child whispered softly.

"I heard that when we first discovered it, several adults from [Tianmen] tried to breastfeed it, but they still can't remember their own cubs."

As he spoke, the child looked into the room with evasive eyes.

He knew that the adults who tried the milk were all masters of the spiritual breath realm, and they could not resist the terrifying power of [Wang Zai Milk].

"Is it so magical!?"

Li Mo showed curiosity and subconsciously walked into the door.

"Sir, you must not..."

When the child saw this, he hurriedly stopped him. He stumbled and fell to the ground, and the black bamboo hat fell from his head.

Just when Li Mo was about to step forward to help him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

This little boy actually had a pair of horns on his head... no, they were ox horns, but there was no trace of evil spirit on his body.

"Are you a monster!?"

"Sir, I just look like a monster..."

The kid stood up, dusted himself off, and explained leisurely.

"Then what are you?" Li Mo pointed to the horns on the child's head and asked.

"I am a harmless little monster."

"..."

"The Tianyin Palace is guarded by demons and ghosts?" Li Mo said solemnly.

"Little monsters that are harmless to humans and animals are the most dedicated and loyal..." the horned boy explained.

When Li Mo heard this, he looked astonished.

In a place like Tianyin Palace, the water is too deep and the danger is too great. Tianmen never recruits disciples from the Tianxia Mountain Gate. How can it withstand the death of people every day...

The disciples of Tianmen are all direct descendants. They have been trained since childhood. Each one of them is a valuable asset of Xuantian Pavilion. In terms of status, they are all top-notch among the four previous sects.

Therefore, it is safer to use these little monsters. They have no cultivation level themselves and can be replenished at any time even after they die. They are regarded as renewable manpower.

"What's your name?" Li Mo became interested and asked, staring at the pair of horns.

"The little one's name is Qui-Gon!" The horned boy announced his family name.

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