Shu Guan's figure appeared outside the Spring Palace.
Jinling City has had a strangely warm winter this time. Is it the old Taoist’s fault?
Shu Guan is still a little unsure.
Although the climate is abnormal only in the city of Jinling, changing the climate of this city is still a shocking method in this era of declining avenues.
Practitioners in the Nascent Soul Realm definitely can't do it. I just don't know if land gods can do it, but Shu Guan feels that land gods can't do it either. This should at least be a method only available to immortals.
Is that old Taoist priest an immortal?
Or possess some powerful and mysterious magic weapon?
These are all possible.
And I should have the answer soon.
Shu Guan quietly entered the erotic palace again.
Na Songziwen also lived in the presidential palace inside the Spring Palace, but he had an independent garden pavilion.
When Shu Guan appeared in the garden where Song Ziwen lived, he had changed into a set of servant's clothes, and his face had turned into an ordinary middle-aged man. He was also holding a tray in his hand. There were several bowls of steaming wontons.
He was not sure whether the old Taoist priest also lived in this garden. If he used invisibility or wall penetration to get in, the fluctuations in spiritual power would easily alert others, so Shu Guan directly used the shape-shifting technique to disguise himself as a servant and entered here. .
The middle-aged servant he replaced happened to be walking out of a kitchen outside the garden with this tray. He looked like he was delivering supper to someone. Shu Guan knocked him out and hid him in the grass on the roadside. , changed his clothes, disguised himself as him and walked into the garden.
"Old Wang, hurry up. I'm waiting for the midnight snack. I just asked for it again."
As soon as he walked into the garden, another man who looked like a servant waved at him, pointed to a nearby building that was still brightly lit in the middle of the night, and urged him.
Shu Guan held the tray and trotted over. He lowered his head and walked into the small building. He saw only four or five people sitting inside.
Song Ziwen is here.
The old Taoist priest is also there.
There were also several middle-aged men in suits.
"Zhenren Ziyang, you are truly a living god!"
When Shu Guan walked in with a tray, he could only hear Song Ziwen laughing and talking to the old Taoist priest with immortal style.
"Before meeting you, Master Ziyang, I never imagined that there would be real gods in this world."
Shu Guan placed bowls of wontons on the tray in front of everyone in the room.
Since he came in, no one in the room had glanced at him, including the old Taoist priest.
"Zhenren Ziyang, I have completed all the procedures for the Ziyang Temple you want to build on Zhongshan Mountain. Construction will start in a few days. Don't worry, Song will definitely build it into the largest Taoist temple in Jinling. From time to time, I will also invite Mr. President to come to the temple in person to offer incense and help make Ziyang Temple famous."
Song Ziwen continued to speak.
Shu Guan placed a bowl of wontons in front of him.
This man, who is also the president of the Central Bank of the Republic of China and the director of the Department of Finance, seemed really hungry at this moment and immediately picked up the bowl of wontons.
"Come, come, Master Ziyang, let's have some midnight snack first."
"Pindao hasn't eaten in four thousand years."
I just heard the old Taoist priest say so lightly.
There was a sound of exclamation in the room, and everyone had a look of disbelief and reverence in their eyes.
……boast……
Shu Guande cursed in his heart.
At this moment, he even had the illusion that he had guessed wrong and that the old Taoist priest was actually a charlatan.
Practitioners can naturally be able to fast, but fasting is also a Taoist technique. In this era of declining Taoism, fasting can no longer really make practitioners completely free from eating.
Unless a true immortal, even a practitioner at the land immortal level, can persist in fasting for no more than three years. As for practitioners under the land immortal, they must eat something every few months, otherwise the body will Something will go wrong.
The most important thing is that even in the era when the Tao was prosperous, no practitioner except immortals could live for thousands of years.
Is this old Taoist an immortal?
Although Shu Guan couldn't tell the other party's true state of cultivation, he always felt that the old Taoist priest didn't look like an immortal.
And since he is not an immortal, it seems that the only possibility left is that of a charlatan.
Shu Guan placed a bowl of wontons in front of the old Taoist priest.
As a servant, since Song Ziwen didn't give any instructions, he couldn't really refuse to bring the wontons just because the old Taoist priest said he didn't want to eat.
When he placed the wontons in front of the old Taoist priest, Shu Guan secretly glanced at the old Taoist priest with a blank, disbelieving and fearful look.
Shu Guan feels more and more that he is a good actor.
Then Shu Guan took the last bowl of wontons and walked towards the famous man sitting in the corner.
Song Ziwen's voice sounded from behind.
"Master Ziyang, I wonder how long you can keep this warm winter in Jinling."
Shu Guan frowned slightly when he heard the words.
Originally, he had thought that the old Taoist priest might be a charlatan, but Song Ziwen's words made him deny this possibility.
But now listening to the meaning of Song Ziwen's words, it seems that the abnormal climate in Jinling City really has something to do with this old Taoist priest.
It is impossible for a charlatan to make up such a lie that can no longer be described as imaginative more than two months ago to deceive Song Ziwen's trust and let him directly resell all the winter supplies in Jinling City.
Shu Guan walked in front of the last man, but at this moment, his foot suddenly slipped and the bowl of wontons in his hand fell to the ground.
The sound of the porcelain bowl breaking made everyone in the room finally look towards him.
"Master, I'm sorry, I'll clean it up right away."
Shu Guan kept bowing to Song Ziwen with a fearful look on his face.
Song Ziwen seemed to be in a good mood at the moment, but he did not scold Shuguan, but just waved his hand and told him to clean up quickly.
So Shu Guan turned around to get the broom and broom, thinking that he would try to move as slowly as possible when cleaning up later, so that he could stay in this room for a while longer and hear more secrets.
Unexpectedly, at this time, I heard the old Taoist say calmly:
"No need to go to such trouble."
Then he stretched out his finger and flicked it, and the broken porcelain pieces on the ground immediately flew up and pieced together in the air. Then, with a flash of light, it was restored to its original state, with no cracks visible on the bowl.
Immediately afterwards, the wonton soup on the ground emitted wisps of white smoke and disappeared in an instant.
There was a sound of exclamation in the room again.
Although it was not the first time that Master Ziyang had used his magical methods, Song Ziwen and others still felt extremely shocked every time they saw such a magical sight.
The porcelain bowl in the air, as if being held by an invisible hand, slowly flew to Shu Guan's body.
Shu Guan seemed to be frightened, and he stretched out his hands to catch the porcelain bowl.
But I couldn't help but cursed* in my heart.
...This technique is quite magical, but you are a great practitioner, why don't you even attack a servant who breaks a bowl!
Even if you want to pretend, do it in a clever way.
Shu Guan thought angrily, mainly because he would no longer have any excuse to stay in this room.
"You go and bring a bowl of late-night snacks for the guests."
Song Ziwen ordered Shu Guan thus.
Shu Guan sighed inwardly, turned around and walked out the door holding the empty bowl.
Then he heard the old Taoist priest's voice behind him again.
"Pindao is going to take over the Spring Returning Earth Formation in a few days... who is out there!"
The old Taoist priest had just finished speaking when he suddenly let out a loud shout.
In fact, before the old Taoist priest made that loud shout, Shu Guan, who had just walked to the door, had already taken a step forward and paused slightly.
The door was slowly pushed open from the outside.
A middle-aged man with a slender figure, a face like a crown jewel, three long beards under his chin, wearing a wide-sleeved robe, and a long sword tied to his waist, walked slowly in from outside the room.
Shu Guan stood motionless, lowering his head to hide the flash of surprise in his eyes.
People from the Alliance of Seven Immortals!
Although this middle-aged man also restrained his spiritual aura, looking at his attire, Shu Guan was already sure that he was a member of the Confucian sect of the Seven Immortals Alliance.
The middle-aged man glanced at Shu Guan behind the door. Without stopping, his eyes quickly circled around the room, and finally stopped on the old Taoist priest.
"Spring Returns to the Earth Formation? I've never heard of such a formation before!"
"But we have been searching for more than twenty days, and it seems we have found the wrong person after all."
The middle-aged man, whose appearance and bearing could be called Fengshen Yulang, looked at the old Taoist priest with a smile.
"who are you?"
The old Taoist priest's expression became extremely angry. He stood up from his chair and stared at the middle-aged man closely and asked.
"Seven Immortals Alliance, Jinling Shangyuan Academy, Mountain Chief Gu Ximing."
The middle-aged man said leisurely.
"Shangyuan Academy? Who let you come in here casually! Believe it or not, I will have your Shangyuan Academy sealed off tomorrow!"
Songzi Wen angrily slapped the case and got up.
Of course he knew that Shangyuan Academy was located on the riverside not far from the Spring Palace. It was a long and famous academy in the history of Dahua, but now it seemed that there were only some old scholars left in the academy, and they were still burning the poor scriptures. Gao Jidial, however, has little influence.
The middle-aged man glanced at him lightly.
Just one glance immediately made Song Ziwen's heart tremble, and he felt as if that gaze was like a sharp sword piercing his heart.
Even when his brother-in-law was angry, Song Ziwen had never been so scared.
"Guard! Guard!"
Song Ziwen shouted loudly toward the door in panic.
There was a whole regiment of guards stationed in this erotic palace, and there was usually a platoon of guards guarding the garden where he lived.
Following his shout, five or six figures walked in from the door.
Unfortunately, it was not the guards who came after hearing the sound, but a few young men with the same wide robes and long sleeves, and long swords tied around their waists.
These young people have different appearances, but they all have a strong sense of bookishness and a heroic spirit as mighty as a river.
The handsome young man who walked in first seemed to feel that Shu Guan standing at the door was blocking the way. He raised his hand and brushed Shu Guan's body. Shu Guan immediately flew out like a paper man and flew to the corner. However, But he landed firmly and did not suffer any injuries.
"Master, the erotic palace is completely under control."
Then I saw the handsome young man smiling and saluting the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man nodded, then looked at the old Taoist priest and said calmly:
"When you disturbed the vitality of heaven and earth and caused spring to arrive in Jinling City several months earlier, when you did this, didn't you think that our Seven Immortals Alliance would find you one day?"
"Seven Immortals Alliance? I have never heard of it."
But the old Taoist priest's next words made Gu Ximing, the head of Shangyuan Academy, one of the three giants of the Seven Immortals Alliance stationed in Jinling, suddenly startled.
Just look at the confused and angry look on the old Taoist priest's face at the moment, but it doesn't look like he is mocking the Seven Immortals Alliance with irony.
Even Shu Guan, who was standing in the corner, had a look of surprise in his eyes again.
Are there any practitioners in Dahua who don’t know about the Seven Immortals Alliance?
But if it is true, it can explain the behavior of the old Taoist priest. Although the old Taoist priest has restrained his cultivation aura, he does not have any special intention to cover up his actions. And if he knows the existence of the Seven Immortals Alliance , why did you act so boldly?
You must know that this is Jinling, and the Seven Immortals Alliance will never allow practitioners to use extraordinary power to interfere with human affairs here.
However, where did this old Taoist priest, who even the Seven Immortals Alliance didn't know, come from?
Gu Ximing, the headmaster of Shangyuan Academy, seemed equally curious.
"Who is your Excellency? Where do you come from?"
He frowned and asked again.
The old Taoist priest said proudly:
"Pindao is Zhongshan Ziyang Temple Ziyang Zhenren. Four thousand years ago, he went to the East China Sea to practice in seclusion. He came out two months ago. After returning to Jinling, he discovered that the world has changed dramatically. Pindao's Ziyang Temple in Zhongshan It is also difficult to find the Taoist temple, so I borrowed the power of this high-ranking official among mortals to rebuild the Ziyang Temple of the poor Taoist."
"Your Seven Immortals Alliance, what is its background, and why should it stop Pindao from rebuilding the Ziyang Temple?"
There was some anger in the old Taoist's tone.
After hearing what Gu Ximing said, he opened his mouth, but his eyes were so blank for a moment.
Because he really didn't expect that this old Taoist priest would actually make up such a clumsy and funny lie. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Shu Guan, who was standing in the corner, couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
...You really know how to brag!
Just now, he had been told by the old Taoist about cowhide that had not been eaten for thousands of years. He almost thought that the old Taoist was a charlatan, and even missed the possibility of it.
That is, this old Taoist is indeed a practitioner, but a practitioner who is very good at bragging.
The surprise and confusion on Gu Ximing's face now turned into a trace of anger.
"What nonsense!"
He gave a clear drink, and at the same time the long sword on his waist also made a clear sound, unsheathed on its own, and the light of the sword was as bright as lightning, piercing the old Taoist opposite.
How can anyone stay in seclusion for thousands of years? Do you think you are an ancestral spirit?
Gu Ximing thought so when he drew his sword.
