The Great Immortal of Jinting did not look back, he just waved his hand, and their strength slowly recovered.
But facing this powerful demon, even if he regained his strength, Xiao Daoren was not sure of retaliating.
If he were alone, he could die as a martyr.
If it were just a few senior brothers, they would surely be able to work together with him, even at the risk of their own lives.
But there are old and weak at the top and sick and young at the bottom. He, Taoist Xiao, can certainly shout about sacrificing his life for righteousness and breaking the jade into pieces, but if all the people in the family are retaliated by this demon for this, he will not be able to die peacefully.
The Great Immortal of Jinting is obsessed with the murals in the Golden Palace, admiring every brush stroke and ink, and trying to figure out the techniques and principles. He looks a bit like a wealthy young man who is proficient in this and indulges in it.
But the Taoist priests of Shenjing Palace would not think so. They would only think that this demon is getting more and more terrifying.
Taoist Xiao and several fellow apprentices were the first to regain their strength, and then helped the young and old out of the Golden Palace and went to the cottage to rest.
The usually chaotic old Taoist opened his turbid eyes, grabbed Taoist Xiao's hand with his thin five fingers, and said: "Master, it is not a pity for me to die, but we must not let the Taoist tradition of Shenjing Palace be destroyed like this. Otherwise, my ancestors are on top, and I will never be able to rest in peace even if I die."
Taoist Xiao was in pain from being caught by him, and a sourness surged into his heart, so he could only whisper: "I understand."
The old Taoist's eyes stared at him, but in the end he couldn't resist the weakness of his old body, his eyes lost their brightness and he passed out.
In the Golden Palace, in front of the Immortal Jinting, no matter how powerless they were, they did not dare to lose consciousness.
Because if your eyes are closed, you may not be able to open them.
Several young Taoist boys hugged each other and sobbed. The young Taoist priest turned pale, looked at Taoist Xiao in panic, and asked: "Master, what will we do next?"
"what to do?"
Taoist Xiao looked around and felt desolate. He smiled miserably and said, "Of course I followed what the monster said. I'm not as skilled as humans, so there's nothing I can do."
Taoist Xiao asked several of his fellow disciples to take good care of the young and old in the palace.
Daoren Xiao's senior brother asked, "What are you going to do? Don't do anything stupid!"
Taoist Xiao said sourly: "What else can I do? I don't know what the monster is here for, I have to ask clearly. Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid."
Watching Taoist Xiao go to the Golden Palace, these Taoists sighed bitterly.
Taoist Xiao came outside the Golden Palace again. The lights in the palace were dazzling and golden lights were everywhere.
They are either lotus lanterns, green ox lanterns, or red bird lanterns, or they are carved from paulownia wood, cast from bronze, or fired from clay. All kinds of lights illuminate the Golden Palace.
The murals in the hall change with light and shadow in the light, so lifelike that they almost burst out of the wall.
Gong Mengbi admired the murals on the wall. When he saw Taoist Xiao coming, he asked, "What's your name?"
Daoist Xiao felt a pain in his heart. This demon had occupied the West Dongting Mountain and the Golden Palace of Shenjing Palace, but he didn't even know the name of the head of Shenjing Palace.
Taoist Xiao said expressionlessly: "Xiao Rong, the head of Shenjing Palace."
Gong Mengbi asked: "What is the origin of your Shenjing Palace? The way to obtain fire is only somewhat impressive, but the art of controlling dragons is barely noticeable to me."
Taoist Xiao replied in front of the palace: "My Shenjing Palace was built eight hundred years ago by the order of the Emperor of the Dasheng Dynasty. At that time, the Dasheng Dynasty was building water transportation and dug out two red dragons and white dragons. I don't know how to deal with them. Because my ancestor was from the Huanlong clan and had some skills in raising dragons, he asked my ancestor to herd two dragons in the West Dongting Mountain, and we built the Shenjing Palace here."
Gong Mengbi looked at the large number of dragon pictures in the murals, nodded, and said: "It turns out that it was passed down by the Long family in ancient times. In ancient times, there were still officials who raised dragons. When the world was peaceful, these dragon officials gradually disappeared. After losing its effect, it gradually disappeared. It is rare that there is still the inheritance of the Huanlong clan here."
Gong Mengbi stretched out a snow-white tail from under his clothes, curled it up and walked through the golden palace, stretched it out in front of Taoist Xiao, and said, "I'll give it back to you."
I saw that the red dragon named Fa Nu was like a small red snake, coiled in the middle of the snow-white fox tail, and seemed to be sleeping lightly.
"Fa slave!" Taoist Xiao showed a nervous look and quickly held the little red snake in his hand. He only felt the tentacles were warm, but he didn't see it waking up.
Taoist Xiao quickly said: "Great Immortal Jinting, Fa Nu it..."
Gong Mengbi's long tail had already been gathered up and he said, "I'm just falling asleep."
Taoist Xiao won the red dragon again, and he no longer had such hostility towards Gong Mengbi.
He gathered the red dragon in his arms, warmed it with magic power, and helped the red dragon wake up.
Gong Mengbi asked: "Is this the red dragon from eight hundred years ago?"
Daoist Xiao said: "Yes, it is the red dragon."
"Where is the white dragon?"
Taoist Xiao smiled bitterly and said: "The white dragon is older than the red dragon. It flew away in the sky during a thunderstorm and never came back."
Gong Mengbi laughed sarcastically: "It seems that although your master is a descendant of the Chuanlong clan, he must not have much ability in raising dragons."
"Your Shenjing Palace uses fire as a method, and if you combine with this red dragon, you can be regarded as practicing on the same path. Therefore, this red dragon will not leave, but it is not in harmony with the white dragon's temperament, so you can only follow the gourd's pattern and reluctantly do it. I guess that Bailong must not be very obedient, right?"
Taoist Xiao opened his eyes wide, not expecting that Immortal Jin Ting would even know this.
Gong Mengbi said quietly: "Not only did you fail to raise the white dragon, you will also raise the red dragon to waste."
Taoist Xiao's expression changed and he asked quickly: "Please give me a clear explanation from the Great Immortal Jin Ting."
Gong Mengbi laughed and said: "Dragon is a different species of beasts. After eight hundred years of practice, his mind is still like that of a child. Isn't he just a fool?"
"You don't understand dragon language, and you haven't taught it human language. Dragons are not smart, and people don't understand them. If you keep raising them, they won't be able to become great things."
Taoist Xiao felt as if he was struck by lightning and murmured to himself: "It's actually like this, it's actually like this!"
Gong Mengbi ignored the drastic changes in Xiao Daoren's heart. His words hit the mark and revealed the long-standing worries in Xiao Daoren's heart.
There are many records of the Huanlong clan in the murals.
Swim with dragons and herd flying dragons.
But obviously the true inheritance of the Huanlong clan did not remain.
Although Gong Mengbi has never seen the inheritance of the Huanlong clan, he can now be regarded as almost half a dragon. He has also mastered the bead refining method and has a deeper understanding of dragons.
Although he doesn't know how to raise a dragon, he knows what a real dragon should look like, and he can probably guess what's wrong with this red dragon.
He wondered about the mural not because of the secrets hidden in the mural, but because of the mural itself.
"Xiao Rong, were the murals in the Golden Palace painted by Xue Daoqing?"
Daoren Xiao was startled, then came back to his senses and looked at Gong Mengbi. Gong Mengbi looked at him expressionlessly, and he quickly replied: "It was made by the painting saint."
Gong Mengbi slowly withdrew his gaze.
Seeing that he was a little unhappy, Taoist Xiao quickly calmed down and did not dare to distract him anymore.
Gong Mengbi sighed and said, "It is indeed Xue Daoqing's handiwork."
Taoist Xiao asked: "Does the Great Immortal Jinting recognize the Painting Saint?"
Gong Mengbi nodded and said, "I have collected several paintings by Xue Daoqing, and I have a close relationship with Xue Daoqing."
In Xiao Daoren's mind, the image of Gong Mengbi suddenly became confusing.
It's a demon, but it's not entirely demonic.
Smart and cunning, powerful, knowledgeable, and even knowledgeable about human affairs.
Xiao Daoren said: "In the past, the painting saint visited Taihu Lake and stayed at Shenjing Palace. When my master heard of his name, he repeatedly asked him to leave his calligraphy treasures here, and he did not hesitate to bring the jade album passed down from the family in the past to the painting. A holy view.”
"The Painting Saint read many records of the Dragon Clan, and finally relented. He spent seven days and nights painting a picture of ten thousand dragons in the Golden Palace. If the Immortal of Jinting is interested, you might as well look for it."
This is the first update today, and I’ve been writing until now. Alas, I just said yesterday that I would strive for perfect attendance, but today I failed.
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