Chapter 458 Pang Wenlong died
Chapter 458 Pang Wenlong died
hum~
There was a breeze in the hall.
In the shadows, a figure gradually became clear and walked out slowly. It was an old man wearing a purple robe, tall and majestic.
Qin Yun, the old guy is really not dead!
Long Yingchan's eyes narrowed. Although he had guessed it in his heart, seeing it with his own eyes still made him overjoyed, especially at this time.
"Little monk, I haven't seen you for many years. Do you still recognize me?"
The old man in purple robe stroked his long beard and smiled slightly.
Little monk...
Looking at Long Yingchan's wrinkled old face, Qin Shixian was speechless. He jumped onto the chair, grabbed a fruit with his little paws and started to eat it.
"…Senior's heroic demeanor is something I will never forget."
Long Yingchan bowed in greeting, feeling relieved in his heart. Since this person was not dead, many things would be much easier to handle.
"The little monk is still so polite."
Qin Yun smiled slightly and found a chair to sit down.
Long Yingchan took a few steps forward, sat beside him, exchanged a few polite words, and asked about the ambush that happened that year.
"There's nothing much to say, but those nine old guys secretly set up a ritual, and I went to Shendu City to pick up incense, and I was not careful for a moment, and I got hurt."
Qin Yun said it lightly.
"What kind of ritual can hurt you?"
Long Yingchan was curious, because the person in front of him was the only quasi-supreme grandmaster who could possibly reach the Divine Palace in the past thousand years, except for Pang Wenlong.
As for the ambush, it was even more bizarre.
This man is the undisputed number one killer in the world, how could he be ambushed?
"The ritual from outer space, what is it called, Nine Sons Killing the Gods."
Qin Yun said casually, he knew what the little monk was thinking, but he was not in a hurry to ask, he talked to him slowly.
"Nine Sons Killing God..."
Long Yingchan hinted at it, mentioning these nine old ghosts and Wan Zhuliu, but the old guy remained motionless and did not react at all no matter how he hinted.
He seemed to not care at all about being surrounded and attacked.
'The old man can't control it.'
With a sigh in his heart, Long Yingchan coughed lightly and said:
"Since you are here, I guess you must have heard of Wan Zhuliu's invitation?"
"What invitation?"
Qin Yun was surprised: "I just arrived, did I miss something important?"
"..."
Long Yingchan felt a little depressed, as if he was being played a witticism.
"Wan Zhuliu has just arrived..."
After recounting what had just happened, Long Yingchan didn't want to beat around the bush any further:
"Regarding the court's invitation to us to watch the sacrifice, what do you think?"
"It seems that you didn't invite me, did you?"
Qin Yun glanced at him with a half-smile: "You little monk are so slippery, are you trying to trick me into helping you?"
"Zhaixing Tower and our Dao Sect have always been of the same blood. Why are you talking about standing up for someone else?"
Long Yingchan said solemnly: "Three years ago, Master Qin was hunted down by the imperial court. The entire Dragon and Tiger Temple went out to rescue him. I even fought many battles with Shen Qisheng..."
Sitting on the chair, the little tiger glanced at him suspiciously.
"is it?"
Qin Yun did not comment.
"In front of my seniors, I will never say a word of falsehood."
Long Yingchan pinched his long eyebrows.
"We are of the same blood."
Qin Yun laughed in silence, but quickly stopped laughing:
"Since we are of the same blood, why are you reluctant to part with a Dragon Tiger Pill? Or is the medicinal power of a Dragon Tiger Pill really equivalent to that of ten Dragon Demon Pills?"
The present world has reported...
Long Yingchan glanced at the little tiger cub and was not panicked. He had already prepared a response for this:
"I didn't ask for those ten Dragon Demon Pills, but they were a promise made by Master Qin when he asked me to draw my sword..."
"You are very generous."
Qin Yun glared at his granddaughter, but didn't dwell on it. He said calmly:
"I know a little about the Bafang Temple and this grand festival..."
"Appreciate further details."
Long Yingchan bowed.
"I don't know whether there were grand sacrifices in Bafang Temple in ancient times. The only thing I can be sure of is that in the past, Pang Wenlong, the founder of Dayun, once held a grand sacrifice in Bafang Temple with the strength of the whole country."
Qin Yun coughed lightly and spoke, a sound that only the two people present could hear.
"Pang Wenlong once offered sacrifices to the Bafang Temple?"
Long Yingchan was slightly surprised, as he had never heard of this before.
"A thousand years ago."
Qin Yun's voice became low:
"It was after that great sacrifice that Pang Wenlong died, and the Great Fortune God City was in turmoil..."
"Is Pang Wenlong's death related to the grand sacrifice to the Bafang Temple?"
Long Yingchan frowned, half believing and half doubting.
The Longhu Temple has been passed down for more than two thousand years, and the records in the clan history are more detailed and reliable than those in history books, but the only record is about the time when Pang Wenlong died.
That is to say, 'In the 404th year of Dayun, a fire from heaven fell on the capital, and Taizu died on the same day.'
From what he said, it seems that the fire was brought about by the great sacrifice?
“Well, Pang Wenlong died in the great sacrifice.”
Qin Yun calmly repeated: "I can confirm that this is true."
"This……"
Long Yingchan was doubtful.
The Star-Picking Tower truly prospered in the thousand years after Pang Wenlong's death. Before that, due to the disappearance of the Dragon Demon Taoist, the Star-Picking Tower had been silent for hundreds of years.
Why record information that even the five major Taoist sects do not have?
Qin Yun didn't care whether he believed it or not, but said:
"What do you think the Bafang Temple is?"
"Eight-Direction Temple..."
Long Yingchan was stumped by the question.
The legend of Bafang Temple has a long history, but no one can tell what Bafang Temple is, whether anyone has ever been inside, and what is inside. "Please enlighten me, senior."
Long Yingchan shook his head.
"The Bafang Temple is the source of all things. The martial arts of today's world, if traced back to their source, should all come from the Bafang Temple, or indirectly from the Bafang Temple."
Qin Yun considered:
"Wan Zhuliu said that the Eight Directions Temple contains the method of prolonging life and the secret of immortality. This is true."
"Ok?"
Long Yingchan looked up and complained in his heart, the old guy said he just arrived?
"how do I say this?"
"We warriors cultivate our blood, nourish our strength, nourish our qi, transform our qi into reality, change our tendons and bones, and sharpen our bodies and spirits..."
"His bones, skin, flesh, organs, blood, spirit, and even soul are all beyond those of ordinary people..."
Qin Yun glanced at the little tiger cub, and she also looked up and listened attentively:
"Why can I only live for two hundred years?"
"Ok?"
Long Yingchan was shocked.
He was not the only one who had similar doubts. Throughout history, countless masters and grand masters had similar doubts.
Old age and physical weakness are not suitable for martial artists who have mastered blood transfusion.
The physique of a warrior who has achieved great success in blood transfusion is no longer that of a human. His blood, marrow and internal organs are polished day by day and will only suddenly decay right before his death. Regarding this, countless sages in the Five Great Dao Sects have wondered and conducted experiments on this.
"Senior means..."
"Eight-way Temple."
Qin Yun's answer was straightforward:
"The Eight Directions Temple is the source of all things. It also blocks the universe and cuts off the path to immortality. The life span of warriors like me is actually more than two hundred years!"
"This……"
Long Yingchan frowned and asked, "Why are you so sure, Senior?"
"Then, it's not something that can be told to outsiders."
Qin Yun was very calm: "I have said everything I should say. It is up to you whether you believe it or not."
Long Yingchan frowned, thought for a long time, and finally shook his head, suppressing his suspicion:
"Senior, does the so-called grand sacrifice have any impact on us?"
"The great sacrifice is not a blood sacrifice."
Qin Yun took a deep look at Long Yingchan:
"On the contrary, it is related to the Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Soldiers."
"Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Soldiers?"
Long Yingchan was not surprised by this. According to ancient legend, Tianyun Xuanbing was related to the Bafang Temple.
"According to you, the court invited us to go because of the Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Soldiers?"
His heart tightened slightly.
"maybe."
Qin Yun shook his head: "There is more than one kind of grand sacrifice. How can I know what kind of ceremony the court will use for the grand sacrifice?"
"So, what if I can't wait?"
Long Yingchan’s brows never relaxed.
"Since the imperial court is going to hold a grand sacrifice, you can't stop it whether you go or not. Xuanbing has its own spirituality. If they are really attracted by the grand sacrifice, how can you suppress them?"
After taking a deep look at Long Yingchan, Qin Yun stood up:
"No matter what it is, it has nothing to do with me...Xiaoxian, it's time to go."
The little tiger dropped the fruit core and slowly followed.
"slow!"
Long Yingchan sighed and stood up to persuade him to stay:
"Senior, please speak frankly."
The old man had no good intentions, and his words were too threatening, but he had to admit that he was really scared.
He really had no idea about the great sacrifice that could cause the death of a supreme grandmaster like Pang Wenlong.
Qin Yun smiled:
"Li Yuan."
This is too direct...
Long Yingchan's temples were throbbing and he suddenly understood how Long Xixiang felt before. This old guy was trying to poach his people.
……
……
"call!"
"Suck!"
In the small courtyard, the wind blew the fog.
Li Yuan slowly finished his exercises. After completing several sets of standing meditation, he suddenly felt refreshed.
The changes of Baixingdan are not drastic, but they are continuous. However, it is hard to say how many changes it can make before the medicinal power is exhausted.
But in his feeling, subtle changes were brewing from deep within his bones and transmitted to his limbs and throughout his body, giving him an indescribable sense of pleasure.
It was as if his internal organs were cheering...
"Chikata."
Li Yuan let out a long sigh, washed up casually, and went back to the room to lie down.
Before going to sleep, I usually listen to music.
hum~
In the space where soldiers were in control, the wooden scrolls and the musical notes were flickering with light.
"The Eight Directions Temple should belong to 'Baoyin', right?"
Li Yuan muttered to himself.
The direction of the notes is actually very general, there are four types of 'life, death, treasure and passing away', each of which covers a very wide range, but it is still much better than random listening.
hum~
As Li Yuan's mind changed, wisps of incense sank into the notes of the fingers, and various words emerged and sounds echoed.
This is Baoyin.
"...The sound of wolves howling could be heard in the Beast Mountain. The Double-Winged Thunder Dog King had not slept since his stomach was ripped open in his sleep. He didn't know that he had lost the Thunder Beast Spirit Pill, but he was very depressed..."
Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the corner of the gray stone platform, at the fist-sized spiritual pill that was flashing with lightning.
The Thunder Dog King was unruly and difficult to tame, but he couldn't help it. He sneaked into the mountains at night and performed a small operation on the Dog King.
"Well, after I control this spirit pill and change my 'Star Mastiff Body', maybe I can try to use this spirit pill to completely subdue this Dog King?"
With a change of mind, Li Yuan continued to listen.
(End of this chapter)