Wang Zijia drove the Blood Escape Light and arrived at the Seven Peaks in about a quarter of an hour.
It was just after nine o'clock in the morning. The rising sun was just right. Most of the morning fog that filled the mountains had dissipated. The entire Heritage Peak was covered with a layer of blood-colored golden light under the shining of the rising sun.
There are pavilions and pavilions at the foot of the mountain, green ancient trees on the mountain, and the mountain is divided by the mountainside. It's like the separation and integration of the ancient traditional sect era and the current practice era.
Seeing this scene, Wang Zijia hovered in the air for a moment, and then followed the guidance of the ID card and headed towards the group of temples where the mission building was located on the mountainside.
Even in the morning here, even in today's wartime, you can still see a lot of rising and falling lights, a kind of fairy atmosphere.
Wang Zijia floated down from the exclusive landing area. Not long after landing, a senior sister hurriedly came up to greet her.
Zhang Xiumin, about three hundred years old, middle-stage real person, was born in the Zhang family.
The Zhang family is the core family of the preaching sect of Zangjing Pavilion and one of the top families of Wanyu Sect. Its patriarch is the owner of the preaching building!
"Junior Brother Weak Guan?" When Wang Zijia's basic information flashed through his mind, Zhang Xiumin saluted Wang Zijia and said.
Wang Zijia: "······"
We don’t even know each other. Is it really okay for you to be called this nickname when you come here?
While feeling extremely speechless, he said with a smile on his face: "If senior sister wants to find Zijia, she should be here!"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiumin looked at Wang Zijia up and down for a moment with a bit of curiosity and a bit of scrutiny, and then said:
"Let's go, I'll take you to see the ancestor. The time is almost up, let's not be late!"
"Thank you, Senior Sister!" Wang Zijia replied with a smile.
After saying that, the two of them walked towards the palace where the main building is located. As a building on Qifeng, the style is more classical, as if the ancient times have continued to this day.
The carved railings and jade rooms are full of charm.
In a moment, the two of them arrived at the center of the palace, in front of a huge octagonal tower with nine floors and tens of meters high.
What is shocking is that the whole body of this tower is exuding precious light and filled with spirituality. Although the material cannot be seen, the prince knows that this thing... it is a magic weapon!
And it’s not a fourth-grade magic weapon, at least a fifth-grade magic weapon, maybe a sixth-grade magic weapon!
As for more, Wang Zijia didn't know. After all, the basic knowledge he knew didn't have much information about this thing.
"Tianwen"
On the gate of the Octagonal Pagoda, there are these two words.
The Tianwen Pagoda is a legendary magic weapon of the Heart and the Way. Its specific function is unknown. It is only known that it can help people realize the Tao and enlighten their spirits.
It is the headquarters of the Preaching Line and one of the most precious resources of the Preaching Line.
Every person who enters the Tianwen Enlightenment Room is worth no less than a piece of Fetal Breath Divine Heart Jade. According to legend, there was a genius who had an epiphany in the Tianwen Enlightenment Chamber and became a divine king in one day!
Standing at the door of Tianwen Tower, he looked at the plaque on the door and was slightly stunned.
Zhang Xiumin seemed to be used to it and gave Wang Zijia some time before saying: "Let's go!"
Wang Zijia recovered slightly and followed him into the door.
The moment he passed through the gate, the space expanded rapidly. After stepping into the hall, he was already in a huge, dungeon-like space.
You can't even see the end at a glance!
If it weren't for the position above our heads, which is more than ten meters high, we could clearly see the tower level on the upper level, saying that this is an underground city, Prince Jia Duxin.
Zhang Xiumin didn't seem to be a talkative person, so she led Wang Zijia all the way through and along the stairs to the second and third floors. She didn't stop until she reached the eighth floor.
This entire floor is the owner's personal space.
The two entered the eighth floor, passed through many buildings, and stopped in a place like a study.
Zhang Xiumin looked at the time and waited quietly for a moment. Wang Zijia was also quite patient and followed quietly during the process without asking any questions or saying anything.
This kind of performance made Zhang Xiumin feel good about him.
After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Xiumin estimated that the time was almost up before reaching out and knocking on the door.
"Enter!"
An old voice came from inside.
Hearing this, Zhang Xiumin led Wang Zijia into the room.
Contrary to what Wang Zijia imagined, the layout of the room was neither grand nor luxurious. Except for the larger space, it turned out to be an ordinary training room setting.
Half of the study room, half of the training room, with guests in the middle, this kind of layout is too common in Wanyu Sect. The office of Wang Zijiafu Building is like this, and many standard buildings in Fu Building are like this.
Or is this the origin of those buildings?
In this half of the study, an old man with white beard and hair and an old face was facing a fist-sized ball object that was suspected to be an inherited magic weapon, conveying magic power.
Under the wash of his mana, runes visible to the naked eye jumped out from the beads and gathered in the air.
After absorbing a lot of the opponent's special mana, the runes turned into an exquisite secret book.
As the runes jumped out, the spirituality of the ball objects weakened a lot, but the power within them also became much simpler.
'Is this an advanced application of the inheritance method or the burial method? '
Wang Zijia looked at this scene, his eyes flashed slightly, and he also subconsciously glanced at the old man.
Zhang Decheng, the contemporary ancestor of the Zhang family and the owner of the preaching building, is a god king at the peak of the fifth level of Yuanshen.
Among the more than a thousand divine kings in the sect, except for the two old monsters who have transcended the tribulation, he is one of the strongest.
At least on the surface it is!
His age is unknown. According to legend, it is estimated to be over 1,700 years old. For Yuanshen monks who have lived for more than 2,000 years, they are definitely in their old age.
Probably because of Shou Yuan, the original Xianyu... Wuwei attitude changed slightly, and he began to 'actively' pay attention to and train the younger generations, not only for the Zhang family, but for the entire missionary sect.
In recent years, he has even expressed his intention to find a successor to the original poster.
Of course, this positivity is only relative.
After all, the inaction culture of the preaching line prevails. A large number of lying salted fish, second only to the guardians of the Sutra Pavilion, or in other words, the preliminary guardians!
But if you underestimate these salted fish, you are totally wrong.
In this faction, the bosses are the most numerous. Often the person who gives you a lecture may be a super boss, or even the highest boss you have ever come into contact with in your life, the ceiling of your network!
…
As Wang Zijia's thoughts flickered, the room fell silent.
The silence lasted for a moment, and two more books flew out along with the runes, condensing into shape.
The round bead, which was suspected to be an inherited artifact, could no longer maintain its shape and turned into a ball of rather pure extraordinary properties, containing some mixed power.
It seems to be a slightly contaminated personal mana characteristic?
The old man slowly stopped his work and put away his things.
"Old Ancestor, we have been brought here, and the disciples went down without any other instructions!"
Only then did Zhang Xiumin greet him, breaking the calm.
"I've met the owner!"
Wang Zijia immediately followed suit.
"Hmm!" The old man didn't raise his head. He started to seal the ball object and put away the secret book.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiumin turned around and left, leaving Wang Zijia alone in the study.
The old man Zhang Decheng finished packing his things slowly, then raised his head and looked at Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia immediately put away his furtive glances at the other party, lowered his head quietly, and stood respectfully, looking like an honest junior.
After looking at Wang Zijia for a moment, he stood up and left the desk, went to the reception area in the middle of the room, and took out a set of teapots.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia quickly stepped forward and said: "Master, let the disciples come!"
Zhang Decheng didn't refuse, he handed the things to Wang Zijia in an easy-going manner, and sat at the tea table.
That easy-going attitude and friendly temperament are completely unlike a Yuanshen Shenjun, just like an ordinary old man, giving people the feeling of a real elder.
Gentle, with the weight of age, but without the majesty of a superior, like an...ancient great Confucian? Or a university professor?
Such a person, such a temperament, is really rare in this life.
Because of the other party's attitude, Wang Zijia's tense mind relaxed a lot unconsciously, and she respectfully made tea for him.
While Wang Zijia was making tea, Zhang Decheng looked at him unabashedly. But his gaze was not aggressive at all. Wang Zijia didn't even feel any prying eyes, it was just like an ordinary inspection.
"Did you really get the fake and difficult-to-fly inheritance?" After looking at it for a moment, Zhang Decheng suddenly asked.
Wang Zijia's mind moved slightly. The inheritance of fake Taoists should be transparent to the senior leaders of the sect. Why do you ask?
Wang Zijia's mind was spinning, and while pouring tea for Zhang Decheng, he said: "To return to the original poster, the disciple has indeed received part of the inheritance of the fake real person."
"After being taught the inheritance, I can still have such a foundation, pure magic power, and solid old Taoism. I was ashamed of myself back then. No wonder a few days ago, those old guys in the Feisheng Palace wanted to hire someone from me." Hearing this, Zhang Decheng once again While looking at Wang Zijia, he saw Wang Zijia finishing his tea, raised his hand and said, "Sit down."
"Disciple, just stand!" Wang Zijia moved slightly, showing a clean and bright smile, and added: "Be more at ease!"
Zhang Decheng stopped drinking tea, glanced at Wang Zijia with a raised eyebrow, and said, "You are quite interesting, kid."
Wang Zijia smiled back, Zhang Decheng lowered his head to drink tea, and the room suddenly fell into silence.
Zhang Decheng finished half the cup of tea. Seeing this, Wang Zijia immediately gave him another half cup.
"Someone reported your matter to me earlier." Zhang Decheng said again at this moment: "But because you are a fake and difficult-to-fly inheritance, it stands to reason that you should be included in the lineage of inheritance."
"In the end, you chose the path of being a disciple. However, thinking that after you absorbed the inheritance, you would transfer it to another path and be buried in the grave, you didn't pay much attention to it."
"Unexpectedly, not only did you choose our teaching lineage, but after opening the lineage, you still did not switch to the inheritance lineage. Judging from your plan, you are always going to turn this disciple of Chuan Gong into an elder of Chuan Gong, instead of transferring to the burial lineage?"
(End of chapter)
