"It is rumored that there are three true kings, dozens of true kings, and thousands of Qi refining disciples who came down the mountain."
Zhai Kang had no objection to the monks from the Alchemy Sect serving as the founder. The strong ones in the world of immortality were respected, not to mention that the other party was not even the slightest bit stronger.
"Elder, I'm afraid that the other party will start anew and replace Baiyun Temple!"
"Times have changed! Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the immortal way is just the afterglow, and the imperial court will definitely control Yunzhou in the future."
Zhou Yi said: "So whether it is for power or the long-term extension of the royal family, Emperor Guangming will definitely find a way to restrict the monks of the Danding Sect. Baiyun Temple is a useful chess piece."
Zhai Kang said worriedly: "Now there is only one golden elixir enshrined in the temple, and he is the True King of Ghost Dao, and he is no match for the Alchemy Cauldron Sect!"
Fifteen years ago, Baiyun Temple enshrined Huang Yuniang as the ancestor. The court did not care about ghosts or people. It immediately conferred the title of Xuan Ming Miao Yuan Xian You Yuanjun and enshrined it in the Immortal Bureau. It publicized that the true emperor had sent down thunder to protect Qianjing.
Statues of gods are enshrined in Baiyun temples all over the country. As Huang Yuniang repeatedly took action to destroy demons and ghosts and provide disaster relief, the people of Daqian affectionately called her Huang Niangniang.
"As long as you lower your posture, you won't be able to fight."
Zhou Yi pointed to the sky and said: "Xuanxiao Daojun is still here to suppress Yunzhou's destiny, and the monks dare not cause harm to the common people. Moreover, Daqian is the orthodoxy established by the Danding Sect. With this great righteousness, who can take charge of the country?" private?"
Baiyun Temple has a reputation and Danding Sect has strength. When they are combined into one, the orthodoxy of Yunzhou Taoist Sect is firmly established.
As for whether Baiyun Temple will belong to the Danding Sect or the Earth Fire Palace in the future, Zhouyi is not sure. In the current catastrophe, it is lucky to be able to ensure the continuity of the inheritance.
"Thank you, elder, for your advice."
Zhai Kang took out a jade slip from his arms and said: "In these years, I have been in charge of the Immortal Bureau, killing demons and demons, and recorded all my experiences in it. The elder has always liked story books. You can read them when you are bored and lonely in the future. Relieve boredom."
Zhou Yi took the jade slip and asked instead of checking it immediately.
"How long does it take to live forever?"
"A month at most."
Zhai Kang bowed deeply to say goodbye and said in a calm tone: "The Immortal Pension Department has many affairs and needs to be explained carefully. It coincides with the opening of the Danding Sect, and the positions must be arranged one by one. When my life is over, I may not have time to say goodbye to the elders. Wan Wang forgive!"
"I know, future generations will remember your achievements."
Zhou Yi sighed, waved his hand to send Zhai Kang out of the formation restriction, and remained silent for a long time before looking at the jade slip.
Even though we have experienced thousands of farewells, it is difficult to avoid sadness every time!
His spiritual consciousness scanned the jade slip, and the content was about Zhai Kang's experience of going to various places to slay demons after joining the Immortal Bureau.
Narrated and recorded from Zhai Kang's first-person perspective, the words are not delicate and moving, but truthful. Every time he goes out to slay demons, it is a chapter, with nearly 400 chapters before and after.
"I have been slaying demons and demons in the Immortal Bureau for thirty years. It looks good and is a good way to pass the time!"
…
After Zhai Kang left, a chain reaction seemed to start.
Three years later, Yuan Qishou passed away. The imperial court, in memory of his achievements during his lifetime, promoted him to the title of True Lord of Subduing Demons.
Seven years later, Zhenren Wei passed away and was buried in the tomb of the underground palace. His life experiences were inscribed on stone tablets.
After that, disciples from the Earth Fire Palace continued to die, some were willing to return to the sect's tomb, and some had already married and established a career, and were buried in the ancestral hall after their death.
At this time, Baiyun Temple was the only Taoist temple in Yunzhou. Compared with the spring breeze and rain during Zhai Kang's reign, the newly appointed temple master was originally the Lord of Discipline of the Danding Sect, and the other Taoist temples were regarded as hereditary.
In just over ten years, they were all wiped out, and the "Orthodox Taoist Canon" was compiled to collect the classics of sages and become the basic scriptures of Baiyun Temple.
Fifty years have passed.
There was no one in the Palace of Earth and Fire.
The huge palace complex is silent. The bluestones used in the construction are compressed and reinforced by earth magic. They decay and break very slowly and can be preserved for thousands of years.
This day.
Zhou Yi returned from celebrating in Qianjing. When he escaped underground, he passed by the palace and found a layer of dust falling in the palace.
"The world is prosperous and charming, but how many disciples still remember the sect?"
"Others can ignore it. The guy who is determined to die with Pindao will dig his grave after he dies, and he has to be buried in it!"
…
Sword Tomb.
The once forbidden area of the Lingjian Sect has been completely exposed to the sun, and looks no different from an ordinary mountain.
A ray of light fell down and penetrated into the mountain.
The spiritual energy was suddenly so strong that the entire mountain peak had been hollowed out and filled with densely packed spiritual stones and minerals. The spiritual energy was extracted using formation restrictions and gathered within a radius of a hundred feet.
The white-robed Taoist sitting cross-legged among them swallowed up the majestic spiritual energy in his breath and refined it into his own magic power.
The light escaped and turned into an old Taoist in green robes. His aura was that of Taoist Yuan Ying. He bowed and presented a jade slip.
"Master, a few days ago, in the southeast of Qingzhou, there were ancient ruins that had exhausted their spiritual energy and manifested themselves. After exploring it, the disciple obtained a volume of secret techniques from it, which seems to be related to the disappearance of the demonic path and Yiqi Sect."
"Um?"
Jian Xuan raised his eyebrows and waved his hand to take a picture of the jade slip.
Fifty years ago, when the righteous way defeated the evil way, it was discovered that the disciples of the three sects had disappeared. They slandered the outside world and said that the old devil had sacrificed blood to his fellow sects. After that, Yuan Ling Tianjun announced that the mountain gate would be closed. Ten years ago, Jian Xuan was confused and forced his way in, only to see an empty Yiqi Sect!
His spiritual consciousness swept over the jade slip, Jian Xuan suddenly looked ferocious, and a terrifying aura rose into the sky.
"The method of blood sacrifice, no wonder, no wonder..."
"Ho ho ho, I have been friends with Yuan Ling for nearly two thousand years, but I can't compare to a secret method to avoid disaster!"
Jianxuan waved his hand, and the splitting light sword, the sect's most precious treasure, slowly emerged from the ground, and asked: "How many disciples are left in the Lingjian Sect?"
The old Taoist had already read the contents of the jade slips, and of course he knew what the ancestor wanted to do, so he said helplessly.
"The Lingjian Sect has been scattered for a long time. Only the master and the disciple are left, and the rest are left to fend for themselves. Nowadays, the countries in Qingzhou are divided, and most of them are in charge of the same sect behind the scenes. Will a sword order be issued to recall them?"
Jian Xuan gently stroked the sword's edge, his voice cold as ice.
"This is very good, and it saves me from running around."
A few days later.
The sword order spread throughout the Qingzhou countries, and the surviving monks of the Lingjian Sect came to the sword tomb with doubts after hearing that their ancestors were distributing the sect's inheritance.
The result is self-evident, they all died in the formation.
The essence and soul condensed into a half-empty and half-real forbidden pattern, which landed on Jianxuan's forehead, as if a bright red birthmark was imprinted on it.
"It's too far!"
Jianxuan sensed the restrained power, which was far from enough to survive the catastrophe. He would only die silently in his sleep, looking at the old man who was bending to serve.
"Disciple, bid farewell to Master!"
The old Taoist fell down on the ground and kowtowed three times and bowed nine times. The shattered Nascent Soul turned into a surging soul essence and voluntarily merged into the mark on Jian Xuan's forehead.
"It's still not enough..."
Jian Xuan murmured to himself, his white hair as red as blood, and his aura turned from righteous and majestic to gloomy and treacherous.
"Mortals are bound to die, so it's better to die with some value!"
"The Lingjian Sect has protected Qingzhou for nearly ten thousand years. It's time to collect some interest and return, and when Pindao returns from the disaster, he can establish the Lingjian Sect to protect Qingzhou!"
After saying that, he took off into the sky and flew across Qingzhou from south to north.
After passing the city and village, he stopped to escape the light, opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing up the essence and soul of tens of thousands of mortals.
7017k
