After Zhang Daoye sighed, he continued to wander around the yard.
"Didi."
At this time, Zhang Daoye's phone rang. It was an internal communicator. Generally speaking, the things that could be notified using this communicator were relatively high-level confidentiality or important matters.
Zhang Daoye's expression changed. He didn't expect that he could really receive this level of communication during his duty period.
"I am Zhang Lingchen."
It was also the first time for Zhang Daoye to receive a communication of this level. He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he announced his home address.
"Daozhang Zhang, you are at Mr. Sun's place in Jiangbei now, right?"
To Zhang Daoye's surprise, the voice on the other end of the communicator was very kind and gentle, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years. It was not at all as cold and concise as he had imagined.
"Yes, I'm here."
Zhang Daoye didn't say much because he knew that since the other party made this call, it meant that the other party knew why he was here.
"That's right, there's something I need to convey to Mr. Sun from the Taoist priest."
The voice on the other end of the phone said slowly: "I shouldn't have troubled the Taoist priest, but as you know, we are short of manpower. Since we have trustworthy colleagues here, we won't send someone specifically."
"Please speak and I will convey it in full."
Master Zhang nodded and replied.
"Is such that."
The voice on the other end of the phone was much more serious.
Zhang Daoye listened more and more seriously, and his expression became complicated.
Joy, shock, worry, to name a few.
After a long time, Zhang Daoye said seriously, "I will tell you."
"Then I'll trouble you, Taoist Priest."
After hanging up the communicator, Zhang Daoye rubbed his forehead.
Although it was not a large-scale operation that required desperate efforts, the shock that the news brought to him was not that small, or even worse.
"The world of Xuanxiu may be changing."
Zhang Daoye sighed, after all, this is a major event that may lead to the establishment of a sect.
Now, those people in Quanzhen should be excited.
Zhang Daoye thought so and walked into the consulting room.
Mr. Sun was looking through medical books. On the hospital bed not far behind him, Chen Yin was taking care of her sister.
"Master, can this junior create a restriction?"
Facing the old man's somewhat puzzled look, Zhang Daoye bowed and said, "I have something important to tell you. It's the news that just came from above."
The old man was stunned for a moment, said nothing, and just nodded.
After receiving the agreement, Zhang Daoye made a hand seal and created a ban to ensure that the content of the conversation between the two would not be spread.
"Uncle, we just received the news that there are traces of the scriptures that your family lost six hundred years ago!"
Zhang Daoye did not show off and directly told the news that had just arrived.
When the old man heard this, his half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and the intense light made Zhang Daoye tremble in his heart.
Although this man is an ordinary person, the murderous aura he gained from his early years is more terrifying than many mysterious cultivators!
After a long time, the old man slowly calmed down and asked, "Where is it?"
"According to the news, it is suspected that it is in the hands of foreigners!"
….
Zhang Daoye organized his speech and said to the old man who was waiting for the next step: "Because of that girl, the people above worked with the people from Shushan to liquidate the black market lurking in Kyushu."
"During this process, I discovered two onmyojis who used very magical methods."
"Obviously, Elder Shushan's flying sword has penetrated his heart and cut off his heart veins. Even the Onmyoji who claims to be able to communicate with millions of ghosts and gods cannot still be alive."
"But the fact is that those two people not only survived, but also successfully escaped from the pursuit of Shushan Kenshin during the subsequent escape.
The tracking of the law! "
The old man listened quietly and said slowly: "The method of illusory heart, the method of fetal breath."
"It's a secret method passed down from my family."
Hearing this, Master Zhang said, "You really know!"
"Those are two alien races? Are you sure?"
Mr. Sun stood up and asked a somewhat strange question.
"I'm sure, there's nothing wrong with this. Those two are onmyouji who are direct descendants of the Tsuchimikado family and have always been in our internal directory."
Zhang Daoye nodded firmly and asked, "Why do you ask that?"
"Because of the method passed down in my family, if you want to practice it, there are two thresholds."
Zhang Daoye was keenly aware of the raging anger in the old man's eyes.
Just listen to the old man say: "Either, a senior who has practiced to at least the ninth level teaches the Dharma and builds the foundation. Or..."
Zhang Daoye knew that the focus was on the second threshold, so he quietly waited for the old man's next words.
Because Zhang Daoye knew very well that even before the Sun family's scriptures were lost, it was impossible for anyone from the Sun family to teach this method to foreigners.
Moreover, Longhu Mountain also records the Sun family's secret method. After all, Medicine King Sun Simiao is also a true Taoist disciple.
This method was developed by Sun Simiao by referring to Baopuzi, Huangting Jing and other Taoist classics, and it is so difficult that it is simply shocking.
There are a total of twelve levels of this method. It is common to practice it to the extreme of life and death, human flesh and white bones. However, even in the records of Longhu Mountain, there are very few people who have cultivated to the seventh level, let alone the ninth level.
"Or, if you have the blood of my Sun family, it will naturally flow smoothly."
The old man's voice was very soft, but the anger and murderous intent contained in it made people shudder.
Zhang Daoye's expression changed. Since the first one may basically not exist, that means
"Uncle, what do you mean?"
Zhang Daoye didn't dare to think any further.
Mr. Sun took a slow breath and said: "According to the genealogy records, my Sun family is mostly a single generation. We unworthy descendants all say that our ancestors' cultivation is too high and their merits are too rich, and the descendants cannot bear their weight." .”
"But in the early Ming Dynasty, more than ten years before the scriptures were lost, a pair of twins, a boy and a girl, were born in the Sun family."
"After the scriptures were lost, the female ancestor also disappeared, and there was no record of her in the future."
Zhang Daoye's expression changed drastically, he gritted his teeth and his anger rose.
Having said all this, if he still doesn't understand, then he will have lived so many years in vain!
"The secret method of the Sun family is more yang than yin. Even if people with other surnames have the blood of the Sun family, their practice will be hindered. But over the past six hundred years, this blood must have been purified a lot, and it has reached the point where it can not hinder their practice."
….
The old man's voice was still very soft, but it made Daoye Zhang feel like his hairs stood on end.
Blood purification is a simple four words, but the blood behind it is too numerous to describe.
Mr. Sun slowly raised his hand, touched his sleeve, and took out an extremely warm jujube wood token.
There is not much decoration on it, just the word "Miaoying" is simply engraved on it.
"This is."
Zhang Daoye took one look, then immediately knelt down and saluted, saying: "Zhang Lingchen of Longhu Mountain, pay my respects to the real person from afar!"
This is the Taoist sect's real person's order. Throughout the ages, only those who are "real people" are qualified to pass down such an order.
It is not possible to achieve anything other than meritorious deeds and cultivation to reach the pinnacle of the world!
Seeing this order is like a real person coming in person.
"Excuse me, Lingchen, please go to Zhongnan Mountain and inform Longmen, Louguan and other sects. If they still remember the relationship between the ancestors of the Sun family in the past, they will go out to search for this scripture!"
The old man placed the token in Zhang Daoye's raised hands and said: "After finding the scriptures, let them know that all foreigners who practice this method will have one head and one quota."
Facing Master Zhang's shocked look, the old man continued: "In addition to the two methods I just mentioned, there is another way to practice this.
Meng Sutra. "
"That's a great medicine..."
"Only people from Kyushu can obey."
The old man knows very well that even if there is a real person's order, even if there is a favor from the past, after all, a thousand years have passed.
Only tangible benefits are the most real things.
No one is willing to sincerely help if you don’t come up with something real.
Zhang Daoye hesitated to speak, this is a scripture that can establish a sect, just spread it to other forces?
But looking at the expression on the old man's face, he still didn't say much.
On the other side, Jiang Qi took Li Yu back to school.
Because the senior sister was still a little weak, she drove directly to the downstairs of Li Yu's dormitory.
Before that, Li Yu had already called her roommate to answer the call.
Arriving in front of the dormitory building, Jiang Qi helped Li Yu down and handed her over to her roommate, a senior whom Jiang Qi had met once before. She was full of ruthless words that were still fresh in her memory.
"Did you guys work hard all night?"
"I mean, Xiaoyu, no matter how interesting it is, you can't do it without restraint!"
"Even if you don't think about yourself, you still have to think about your junior. Even my eight-pack abs can't help you squeeze me like this."
As expected, Senior Sister Hulang's skills are still undiminished and she speaks well.
Jiang Qi silently hung the medicine bag around the senior's neck and said, "Sorry, senior, once every three days, boil 1,000 ml over medium heat to 200 ml."
"I know, I know, you should pay attention to replenishing it when you go back."
Senior Sister Hulang wrote it down seriously, but only for a few seconds, and then came another burst of tiger-wolf words.
".Goodbye, senior sister,"
Jiang Qi said he really couldn't bear it, so he got into the car and ran away.
After returning to the dormitory, Jiang Qi began to meditate.
After such a delay due to Li Yu's affairs, and after meditating again to restore his condition to its best, it was already noon.
"let's start."
Jiang Qi rubbed the Shibazi on his wrist and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The Shibazi shone with black gold light.
After the light dissipated, a broken tortoise shell appeared in Jiang Qi's hand.
Only a quarter of the tortoise shell shot out bursts of lightning from time to time, as if there was a poor contact.
Even though Jiang Qi's hands were covered with Xuan Qi, he still felt his arms were numb.
This way there is no way to concentrate on divination.
Jiang Qi thought for a while, then took out the Panlong Pendant from the Eighteen Sons, weighed it in his hand, and was about to knock it on the tortoise shell.
I found that the object had become quiet and made no movement at all.
It would have been better if it had been like this.
Jiang Qi smacked his lips, put away the Panlong Pendant, formed a seal with his hands, and gathered the tortoise shells in the palms of his hands.
Pointing to the operation of the mysterious method, black gold light flashed in his eyes.
"Tanyou!"
Doudou flies and flies
