Chapter 131 What I’m Best At

Even though time passes, there is still no one in the tower.

Taoist Yingxu did not walk out leisurely from the corner. He met Gu Zhuo again with a mischievous smile on his old face, and then said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

So Gu Zhuo had no one and no ghost to ask.

Then he could only ask the heaven.

"What's going on here?"

Gu Zhuo asked in his heart.

With his vision, he already had his own guesses and inferences about the San Sheng Tower at this moment, but these were not definite answers after all, and it would take some time to verify them.

Compared with being self-reliant, he still feels that it is more convenient to ask for advice.

As always in the past, the world never hesitated to answer his questions.

Countless voices rang out in Gu Zhuo's heart, and it sounded a bit chaotic.

"That's the scenery of the past, maybe thirty or forty years ago?"

"This tower seems to be able to show you scenes from the past~"

"Why don't you try going outside?"

"Idiot, do you still need to try this? Even though what you see now is real, it must be fake."

"…What kind of riddle are you talking about? What's true and what's false."

"Come to think of it, I went outside for a walk and came back, and there was not a single person outside."

"That would be a big problem if someone really did, right?"

Amidst these chattering sounds like a group of cats confronting each other, the scenery outside the window gradually stabilized, and the stone tower itself also underwent its own unique changes.

In just a moment, the ordinary stone wall that was originally so cramped and narrow that it made people feel suffocated disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by carved beams and painted buildings and rolled-up gauze curtains. Even the ground turned into a shiny ebony floor.

A long and wide desk appeared out of nowhere in front of Gu Zhuo. The pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk were still new and clean, with no traces of time.

This is undoubtedly a study.

Gu Zhuo thought that he had guessed right.

If the stone tower he saw was the previous life of the San Sheng Tower, then the wooden tower he was in at this moment was the present life of the San Sheng Tower.

The two positions are swapped.

The previous life is hidden in the present, and the present life is hidden in the past.

This is indeed an extremely mysterious and unpredictable method.

A voice fell into his ears, full of joy.

"Gu Zhuo, from now on you won't be mocked as a poor guy when you go out!"

"I'm telling you, these next few floors are full of good stuff!"

"Flying swords, magic weapons, elixirs, talismans, and skills, whatever you want, we have it all!"

“Gold, silver, and jade are all piled up in piles!”

At this point, how could Gu Zhuo not know that what was placed here was the entire legacy of Taoist Yingxu, and the Sansheng Tower was a rare magical instrument that involved both time and space.

For the vast majority of practitioners, before successfully cultivating a Dao field, there is no good way to store various things with them, because the price of space instruments is extremely expensive, and the space itself is often quite limited, which can be said to be completely isolated from ordinary practitioners.

But Gu Zhuo is not an ordinary person, so it is difficult for him to feel excited about this.

He squatted down and tapped the floor with his fingers, as if knocking on the door, and said politely, "Hello, can we chat for a while?"

……

Outside the San Sheng Tower, the setting sun is sinking into the sea.

Taoist Changyu looked solemn, his eyes full of worry and annoyance.

If Gu Zhuo cannot get the Sansheng Tower to recognize him as its master and present it as a token in public at the meeting three days later to convince the strong men of the Tianming Sect, it will be really difficult for him to take that position just by relying on the will of Taoist Yingxu...

A civil unrest was almost inevitable.

However, at this moment, even though Taoist Changyu had infinite trust, loyalty and admiration for the dead old man, he still could not imagine how Gu Zhuo would accomplish this task.

Judging from his nearly 100 years of experience in spiritual practice, this is something that is impossible to do.

the reason is simple.

As far as he knew, the Sansheng Tower had an inseparable relationship with the Yuanshi Daodian that the leader practiced. The prerequisite for making use of this treasure for one's own benefit was most likely to practice the Yuanshi Daodian to a certain level.

Although he still didn't know Gu Zhuo's name along the way, he was sure that the future leader of the Tianming Sect was not practicing the Yuanshi Taoist Canon.

This is a dead knot that can't be cut.

How could Gu Zhuo complete the Yuanshi Taoist Canon, which was so difficult and profound, in just three days?

The more Taoist Changyu thought about it, the more tormented he became, because even if he thought about all the Taoist scriptures he had read, and even if he had wild thoughts, he still could not think of a solution to the problem.

During these days, he thought that after the conversation with Qiu Yu in the morning, he had become mentally numb. Apart from the complete destruction of the Tianming Sect and its disappearance in the long river of history, he would no longer have any real emotional fluctuations. He completely accepted the old man's last words, which were no different from those of a random person.

However, when he arrived in front of the San Sheng Tower and watched Gu Zhuo push the door and walk into the tower, he couldn't help but become inexplicably nervous from that moment on. Then he had a little hope and began to think seriously. But because of his thinking, he fell into the abyss of despair... How could this not cause him pain?

As time passed, this feeling became stronger and stronger, until the sunset was completely swallowed up by the horizon, and the stars were like a canvas in the night sky. Taoist Changyu slowly closed his eyes, and his Taoist heart became like a dead tree.

Just at this moment, Gu Zhuo walked out of the stone tower.

Taoist Changyu heard the footsteps and opened his eyes. He saw the haggardness on his face that was visible to the naked eye, which made him even more heartbroken and his face looked as pale as death.

time is too short.

How can I refine the Three Life Pagoda in just two hours? Taoist Chang Yu held onto unrealistic hopes, took a deep breath, and asked with a trembling voice, "Did the Three Life Pagoda... recognize its master on its own?"

Gu Zhuo was speechless upon hearing this. He thought that the silence of the Three Lives Tower was no different from that of a mute. He had been chatting with it for more than an hour and had finally managed to convince it to agree. How could this be considered as recognizing its master on its own?
He said as a matter of course: "No."

Taoist Chang Yu was silent for a moment, then he suddenly reached out and patted Gu Zhuo on the shoulder as a way of comfort and encouragement, and then asked tactfully: "So what are you going to do next?"

Gu Zhuo just felt that this was really inexplicable. He wondered what on earth was there to ask, and shook his head and said, "Stop talking nonsense like this."

The meaning is very clear.

Everything is business as usual.

Hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest with a look of misery on his face forced out a smile, but it looked uglier than crying.

Gu Zhuo asked directly: "What's the matter?"

Taoist Chang Yu shook his head, and with his own thoughts of comfort, he murmured, "No, nothing happened. There is still time."

This is true.

Why say more and add to the sadness?
Gu Zhuo didn't look at him again, walked towards the carriage, and prepared to enter the city.

Taoist Chang Yu followed him, sighed in his heart, and decided to secretly strive for whatever power he could get in the next two days in order to prepare for the upcoming meeting.

But he would not tell Gu Zhuo about this because it was meaningless.

The most important thing at the moment is always to make the San Sheng Tower recognize its master.

Thinking of this, Taoist Changyu stopped and turned to look behind him.

At this moment, his eyes were very calm because his heart was dead.

The next moment, his heart suddenly beat violently because of the shock.

Gu Zhuo didn't even look back. He walked straight into the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

After a moment, he found that Taoist Changyu had not yet acted as a groom, so he asked a simple question.

Taoist Chang Yu came to his senses and asked in bewilderment, "Where is the Sansheng Tower?!"

What about a huge Sansheng Tower?

Gu Zhuo's slightly tired voice came from the car.

"Here I am."

Taoist Changyu was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and rushed into the carriage, as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder.

In less than a blink of an eye, he was already standing in front of Gu Zhuo, asking in disbelief, "Didn't you say that the Three Lives Pagoda didn't recognize its master on its own?"

Gu Zhuo hummed with a nasal sound.

Taoist Chang Yu stared at him and subconsciously asked, "What's going on now? How did you do it?"

"Too noisy."

Gu Zhuo opened his eyes and said softly, "You really want to know?"

Taoist Changyu finally reacted, thinking that this was most likely a secret method given to him by the old man before he died. Thinking that what he was doing at the moment had already crossed the line, he quickly took a step back.

Just as he was about to express that he had no intention of snooping, a word fell into his ears.

"I'm good at persuasion, so I convinced him."

Gu Zhuo's tone was very honest because it was the truth.

Taoist Chang Yu would never believe this, thinking that it was reasonable for you not to say anything, so he quickly squeezed his facial features into a chrysanthemum-like smile and said respectfully, "I understand!"

Gu Zhuo didn't care about his thoughts and said, "Let's go."

……

"Go."

Pei Jinge waved his sleeves lightly and told his subordinates to leave as ordered.

She raised her head slightly, looking at the inexplicably bright night sky, thinking about the information she had received a moment ago.

There was a certain difference from the previous judgment. After the death of Taoist Yingxu, the Tianming Sect did not fall into complete chaos, and still retained a considerable degree of order.

According to the secret agents left by the Sky Patrol in Southern Qi, as well as information obtained through various channels, the Tianming Sect is about to hold an important meeting about the future in Chaozhou City, located in Southern Qi.

In the past, matters involving other countries were handled secretly by Qing Xiaoyue, but unfortunately he is seriously injured now.

Pei Jinge had no choice but to take over this responsibility temporarily.

However, because she represents the reputation of the Sky Patrol Department and the clear will of the Qin Dynasty, it is not convenient for her to secretly enter the territory of another country when there is a high possibility of killing.

Yes, at this moment she was in the palace of the King of Southern Qi, preparing to go to Chaozhou City.

Not long ago, she ended a dinner party with a cold and stiff attitude, and directly ignored the monarch's euphemistic request to hand over the matter of Tianming Sect to Qi State for handling first.

Yu Yinchun was standing beside Pei Jinge, pouring tea and handing water.

Now she has the possibility of following this Master Si, so naturally she doesn't have to do all the dirty work like in the past and has more free time.

Thinking about the embarrassment on the face of the King of Southern Qi at the banquet just now, she asked cautiously, "Master Si, won't your previous refusal have an impact on what happens next?"

Pei Jinge asked casually: "Why would it have an impact?"

Yu Yinchun said: "Because this is Qi's internal affairs after all."

"This is indeed Qi's internal affairs..."

Pei Jinge smiled and said, "But if you can't even manage Qi's internal affairs, it can only prove that Daqin is no longer worthy of being called Daqin."

　Chapter 2 Before Twelve
　　
　
(End of this chapter)

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