At the foot of Qingyangguan Mountain, a group of pedestrians dressed as wealthy businessmen were walking up the mountain on the only path up the mountain.
The middle-aged man at the head was wearing a golden satin robe, all embroidered with gold threads. He was thin and had an ancient appearance. He wore a gold silk glove on each hand on his left and right hands, not showing any skin. There was a depth in his eyes, as deep as a pool, with an unpredictable sense of alienation.
If there is a wealthy businessman from Luoyang here, he should be recognized as Rong Fengxiang, the president of the Luoyang Chamber of Commerce and the richest man in Luoyang.
Following Rong Fengxiang was his daughter Rong Jiaojiao.
Rong Jiaojiao is only twenty years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a fair complexion. She wears a pink rose-scented tight-fitting robe with sleeves top, and an emerald green smoked gauze skirt. Her waist is tied into a bow with gold silk and soft smoke, and her hair is The jasper Zan phoenix hairpin is hung low and slanted, showing a slender and charming figure that seduces people's soul.
"Father, what happened that made you rush to bring people to Jingshi Mountain, regardless of the banquet given by Wang Shichong who stayed behind in Luoyang?"
Rong Jiaojiao quickly stepped forward, caught up with Rong Fengxiang and asked.
People in Luoyang only know that Rong Fengxiang, the president of the Luoyang Chamber of Commerce, is a wealthy businessman, but they don't know that he is secretly a Taoist priest of the Demon Sect.
Bichen raised his head and looked at the winding mountain road, and said indifferently: "This is a letter from Laojun Guan. Your master passed away three days ago. This visit is for condolences."
Rong Jiaojiao frowned: "Master is less than sixty years old, how can he master the immortality well?"
Bichen has been stationed in Luoyang all year round since she can remember. The only time he took her back to Laojun Temple was ten years ago, so she had a very dull impression of Laojun Temple, and she could hardly remember the patriarch who looked young. Qing looks good.
However, the Kungfu of Laojun Guan is based on the dual cultivation of men and women, and has always paid attention to health preservation. Not to mention longevity, it is easy to live to eighty or ninety years old.
Bichen shook his head: "The letter didn't say that the last time I saw the master, he had already reached the seventeenth level of Taiyin Su Gong. With the power of nature, he should have at least thirty years left in his life."
Rong Jiaojiao rolled her eyes and revealed a sly smile: "Father, you are the great disciple of Laojun Temple. If the ancestor passes away, wouldn't you be the next master of the temple?"
The external affairs of these young Junguan are all handled by Representative Bichen. Outside the Demon Sect, he even has the title of the eight masters of the Demon Sect. He is well-known in both good and evil circles.
Rong Jiaojiao suddenly thought that if Pichen took over Laojun Guan, wouldn't all Laojun Guan's assets in Luoyang become his own?
Unexpectedly, when he heard Rong Jiaojiao's words, Pichen's face darkened: "Humph, Master, he was so old that before he died, he actually passed the temple master's token to the boy named Song."
He also had eyes and ears in Laojun Temple. When he learned about Song Wenshao's death, he also learned that Song Wenshao had given the temple owner's token to Song Xing.
Rong Jiaojiao rolled her eyes and looked surprised when she realized what was happening: "Father, are you saying that the master passed down the temple master to his young apprentice?"
The skinny little boy she saw when she came to Laojun Temple ten years ago came to mind.
When her father asked her to call the young man uncle, she was surprised for a long time.
Bichen snorted coldly and said: "I think Master was confused before he died. Even if he loves his young disciple, how can he be so willful in the important matters of the sect?"
Zhenzhuan Dao has always been weak among the eight major sects of the Demon Sect. If Bichen hadn't been cautious outside and took care of his business in recent years, Laojun Guan would have been annexed by the Xieji Sect.
I thought that after Song Wenshao died, it was certain that he would become the master of Laojun Temple, but something unexpected happened.
Song Wenshao died unexpectedly. Before he died, he passed the temple master's token to his youngest disciple. How could he, the senior brother, not be angry?
After knowing the news, he didn't even care about Wang Shichong's banquet, and rushed back with Rong Jiaojiao and others without stopping.
The wishful thinking failed, and Rong Jiaojiao also seemed a little annoyed: "My father worked hard for Laojun Temple these years, but in the end, the position of the temple leader was advantaged by an outsider. The person named Song is just a young boy, how can He De sit in that position!" "
Bichen's eyes were stern and he said coldly: "When people get old, they always like to listen to some sweet talk. Since we have not been in the meditation these years, it is naturally difficult to please the master."
"If Master were still alive, I would naturally have to show some courtesy to him, but now, I will let him know that among the Holy Sect, only strength is the most important."
When Song Xing was adopted by Song Wenshao, Bichen had already left the army and was sent to Luoyang to take charge of secular affairs. On weekdays, when he came during the holidays, the two of them were quite close to each other.
But now that fundamental interests are involved, the mere friendship between brothers is naturally not worth mentioning.
Rong Jiaojiao did not question her father's words. As the eight masters of the Demon Sect, Bichen naturally had the confidence to speak like this.
As a young man who had grown up in the temple and had never seen much of the world, she didn't think he could compete with Bichen for the position of temple master.
If he knows the interest, everyone will naturally be happy. If he does not know the interest, there will naturally be a way to make him become aware of the interest.
While talking, the group of people walked very fast and soon reached the Qingyang Temple on the top of the mountain.
The Taoist boy in the temple naturally knew Bichen and quickly welcomed several people into the temple.
Bichen came to the main hall and met Song Xing who was walking out.
Song Xing saluted Bichen and said, "Senior brother, you are back."
Bichen took a few steps forward to help Song Xing up, with a sad look on his face: "Junior brother, Master was still in good health when he came back last time. How could something unfortunate happen suddenly?"
Song Xing was equally sad and said: "Master received a letter seven days ago, saying that he had to go down the mountain for something. Unexpectedly, when he returned to the temple three days ago, he was seriously injured and left after holding on for half a day."
Bichen's body swayed, and he was so sad that he couldn't help himself: "Junior brother, is Master's coffin inside? Master treats me with great kindness. I will go to pay homage to Master first."
Song Xing cupped his hands at Bichen Gong and said, "Senior brother, this person has passed away, but those who are still alive should take care of themselves."
Bichen covered his face and waved his hands in silence, then staggered into the hall.
Seeing Bichen entering the main hall, Rong Jiaojiao walked up to Song Xing and bowed her hands, saying, "Is this the junior uncle? Jiaojiao pays homage to the junior uncle."
Song Xing looked at the charming woman in front of him with a faint smile on his face: "It turns out he is my nephew, no need to be polite."
Seeing Song Xing being bowed down by him, Rong Jiaojiao felt unhappiness in her heart, but with a smile on her face, she said: "We said goodbye ten years ago. I never expected that my uncle has grown into such a handsome young man. .”
Apart from anything else, her junior uncle was ranked among the top three men she had ever seen in terms of looks alone.
What's even more rare is his outstanding aura. It really doesn't look like he grew up in this small Taoist temple.
For some reason, the longer she stood in front of Song Xing, she felt a faint uneasiness in her heart, as if the gentle-looking young man in front of her was a ferocious beast in human skin, which made her feel terrified.
Rong Jiaojiao didn't show any emotion on her face, but she was extremely vigilant in her heart.
