When she heard the name Zhao Wujiang, which penetrated into her soul, Yang Miaozhen couldn't help but feel shocked.
The autumn pool in her eyes surged, and the water instantly wetted her eyes, making them misty.
She took the scroll handed to her by her senior brother Zhang Xiaoguo and opened it with trembling hands.
The paintings produced by Wanbao Pavilion in the scrolls are about the universe, and the contents on the scrolls are dynamic scenes.
In the scene, a man wearing a black robe, handsome and evil, holding a rolling thunder and golden light in his hand, was killing everyone.
The man's appearance was exactly the same as Zhao Wujiang's, which made the tip of Yang Miaozhen's nose suddenly sore.
Zhao Wujiang had died in the torrential rain when the world collapsed. Is the man in this scroll real?
Yang Miaozhen couldn't believe it, but she believed in her heart that this was Zhao Wujiang, and Zhao Wujiang came back to life.
The mist condensed into beads in her eyes and slid down the corners of her eyes. She trembled:
"is it him?"
"I don't know, it should be. Even if not, it has a lot to do with it. Otherwise, how could the looks be so similar? They are exactly the same, even the names are the same." Zhang Xiaoguo's eyes were full of smiles and depth:
"There is another possibility. Perhaps, someone is pretending to be someone who wants to lure out Zhao Wujiang's old friends to gain something, such as you, junior sister.
There are some things and instructions that must not be mentioned to others. "
What Zhang Xiaoguo was talking about was Zhang Lindao's plans and instructions during the period when the oil was exhausted.
"Alas." Zhang Xiaoguo sighed faintly:
"The painting of Qian Kun in Wanbao Pavilion is really too expensive. This painting alone cost me, senior brother, a lot of spiritual stones.
I want to buy another pair, but I am short of money.
Junior sister, what do you mean by cultivating Taoism? "
Yang Miaozhen wiped away her tears, saluted and thanked her senior brother Zhang Xiaoguo, pursed her lips, and saw the chaotic figure of Zhao Wujiang in her mind.
"By the way, it is said that a wonderful thing happened between Zhao Wujiang and Yue Bufan in Daolian Secret Realm." Zhang Xiaoguo looked at the distant mountains like whirling ghosts with a gentle smile:
"Senior brother, I also heard from hearsay that Zhao Wujiang had an affair with Wang Xi of the Wang family. Yue Bufan was furious at the Shenshui River, and Zhao Wujiang seemed to be hiding."
Yang Miaozhen listened quietly. When she heard that she had an affair with Wang Xi, her red lips pursed tighter. When she heard that Yue Bufan was furious that he couldn't find Zhao Wujiang, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.
The night wind blew softly and leisurely. The more Zhang Xiaoguo talked, the more he talked, as if he had opened up his chat box.
Talking about Zhao Wujiang, talking about Zhuge Xiaobai, talking about Yue Bufan, talking about the nine-day conference that will be held in the middle of winter, talking about Taoism, and talking about blessings.
Finally he finished speaking and talked about the meaning of cultivating Taoism.
What is the meaning of monasticism?
Finally, he shook his head and walked away, leaving his junior sister alone to think about her old friend quietly. He rode the night wind, soared up towards the bright moon, and came to the ancestral court of Tianzong hidden in the long white clouds.
Passing through a statue of Tianguan Daojun on both sides, feeling the complex and rich scent of incense in the ancestral court, he worshiped devoutly to the many statues and muttered words.
Then, he came to the statues in the ancestral hall that seemed to stretch between heaven and earth.
"What is the meaning of cultivating Taoism?"
He whispered in his mouth, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was questioning the clay statues.
These clay statues are not only the ancestors of Tianzong, the statue of Jizun in the center, but also the ancestors of the entire Tao sect.
Zhang Xiaoguo's robes were fluttering. He bent down and bowed devoutly to the statue in the center, and then came to the fourth statue from the right from the center.
He slowly picked up the offering fruit in front of the clay statue, slowly peeled it open, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The juice overflows and penetrates the heart.
He nodded with satisfaction and satisfaction.
Zhang Xiaoguo, the current Daozi of Tianzong and one of the founders of Tianzong, lazily knelt on the futon in front of his statue, slowly pouted and said in a low voice:
"The meaning of practicing Taoism is to go to Taoist temples to make offerings."
