"Zhao Xiaoyun, are you going in or not?"
Two people stepped off another Zhao family's carriage one after another. The girl walking in front had a slightly gloomy look on her face, and there was already a look of impatience in her eyes.
Zhao Xiaoyun turned his head and snorted coldly: "Zhao Yanran, don't act like you are bossing me around. I'm too lazy to serve you."
Zhao Yanran was a little angry, but there was nothing she could do to Zhao Xiaoyun. She could only glance at Zhao Xiaoyun bitterly, and then led Zhao Sixing beside her straight into the exterior viewing gate.
"If you haven't ignited your inner fire at this age, even if you join the outer sect of the Taiyu Ancient Sect, you won't be able to achieve anything."
Zhao Xiaoyun murmured in a low voice, waved his hand towards Ji Buyu, and followed Zhao Yanran into the gate.
Heyun Temple is about three miles in radius. Although there are many Taoist towers and buildings in it, there are few people and it is very quiet.
"Mr. Ji, the master of the temple is now in the main hall of Xuanqing Hall. You can go directly to see him at this time."
The black-robed young man led Ji Yuenian for about a while before arriving in front of a majestic and majestic palace. He was neither humble nor arrogant.
Ji Yuenian cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist."
"There is no need to be more polite. The temple master likes peace and quiet the most, so there are always few people patrolling outside the hall. Mr. Ji, please go in." The young man in black robe shook his head and smiled.
Ji Yueliang nodded lightly, turned around and stepped onto the ninety-nine stone steps in front of Xuanqing Palace, heading towards the majestic gate of the palace.
After arriving at the palace gate, Ji Yuenian could appreciate the grandeur of Xuanqing Palace. The palace gate alone was several feet high.
Even though it was Chen hour, the hall was still brightly lit, and the true images of several gods enshrined in it were faintly visible.
Stepping into the central hall, all the noise immediately disappeared from your ears. The hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"From which family?"
A cold voice came into my ears.
Ji Yuenian had just crossed the two-foot-high threshold. When he looked up, he saw a delicate and handsome woman in green clothes, looking at him quietly.
"Anyang Ji's family."
The woman in green clothes nodded and said: "Come with me, I will lead you to meet the temple master."
"Thank you, fellow Taoist."
Ji Yuenian followed the woman in green and walked towards the depths of Xuanqing Hall. When he passed by the true statues of the three gods, his eyes paused for a moment.
Taichu earth respects the gods.
Enter the City God of Yuanyan Land.
The true images of these two gods are very common. One is the earth god who protects the ancient city of Taichu, and the other is the city god who protects the land of Yuanyan.
The third real image of the deity is somewhat intriguing. It is a deity with six Buddhist instruments suspended behind him: a bell, a golden drum, a chime, a drum, a cymbal, and a bell. Judging from his appearance, it looks like today’s Tiantong photographed the Dajue Heavenly King Bishamon in Luzhou, Beiju.
In ancient myths and legends, King Tawen has returned to the Thirty-Three Heavens for a long time. The Buddhist title of King Tawen Bishamon has been abandoned long ago. Now his title of deity is just King Tawen of the North.
The true image of this god is the Buddhist appearance of King Bishamon, so Ji Yuenian was a little surprised.
The woman in green clothes turned her head and left without saying a word before leading him into the side hall door.
Ji Yuenian looked at her back in thought for a moment, his eyes moved slightly, and he turned around and walked into the side hall.
The side hall is still extremely grand and spacious, and there seems to be a Qi Gathering Forbidden Formation in it, and even the flow of profound energy has become much smoother.
There are no true images of gods enshrined in this hall. There is a hexagonal Taoist platform several feet high in the center, with a green-robed Taoist sitting on it.
"In the year of Ji's family in Anyang, I met He Xuan Shangzhen."
Ji Yuenian took a step forward and saluted respectfully towards the green-robed Taoist on the Taoist platform.
Taoist Hexuan opened his eyes slightly and said: "No need to be polite, just find a futon and wait for now."
Ji Yuenian looked sideways and realized that there were already several people in the side hall, sitting on futons. At this time, they all turned to look at him.
Due to the presence of Taoist He Xuan, these people from the cultivating family did not speak, but the looks in their eyes revealed their true thoughts.
Didn't the Ji family have Ji Quexue? Didn't the eldest son of the Ji family, Ji Yuenian, have his inner fire extinguished and his cultivation completely ruined?
The news they received was not as timely as the Zhao family's, it was still a few days ago.
Ji Yuenian didn't pay attention to the looks of these people, he just found a futon and sat down.
After about half a stick of incense, very clear footsteps were heard outside the hall again. Zhao Yanran, Zhao Xiaoyun, and Zhao Sixing walked in one after another and saluted Taoist He Xuan on the Taoist platform.
Taoist Hexuan frowned slightly and looked at the three members of the Zhao family with a somewhat unhappy look on his face, saying, "Why are there so many people from the Zhao family?"
Zhao Yanran took a step forward, took out a wooden box from her sleeve, and said respectfully: "Hexuan Shangzhen, my father misses Shangzhen's grace very much, but he is unable to come to see him because of worldly affairs. Yanran can't offer a small gift on my father's behalf this time." Respect."
Taoist Hexuan had no expression on his face. He flicked his sleeves and robe, and the wooden box flew to his hand.
Reaching out to open the wooden box, fifteen Yuan stones were neatly arranged in it. In an instant, the rich Yuan Qi of heaven and earth filled the hall.
"That's all, you can find a futon to sit down and wait for now."
Taoist Hexuan put down the wooden box, closed his eyes again, and stopped talking.
Zhao Yanran and the other two looked at each other, then found a futon and sat down.
