"Where did you get this jade card?"
Lin Ren's heart skipped a beat when his eyes suddenly came into contact with those eyes that still had dark golden demon eyes.
Just now, Rong Lian was caught off guard and transformed into a demon. The terrifying pressure of the nine tails enveloped the entire palace, leaving Lin Ren unable to resist at all.
"This was given to me by His Majesty when I served him a few years ago."
He said naa na, his palms were covered with cold sweat, and his body couldn't stop shaking.
Lin Ren has always treasured this jade tablet since Zirong Lian rewarded him with it. Although it was just an ordinary jade plaque without any spiritual power fluctuations, he still wore it on his body every day and wiped it carefully with a handkerchief every day. It was a precious treasure.
"Is this a reward from me?"
Rong Lian frowned and recalled it carefully in the sea of consciousness, but there was no such impression at all.
He wears too many jade medals on weekdays, and it's not impossible that he might just give them to him when he's in a good mood.
Rong Lian held the slightly cold jade plaque in his palm and turned it over. He accidentally saw a small word "Lian" engraved in the corner behind the jade plaque.
There is no doubt that this jade tablet was requested for him. The Buddha Lotus on it is one of the sacred objects of Buddhism, let alone the word. If the old abbot of the Buddhist temple had not mentioned it last time, Rong Lian would not have noticed the inconspicuous Buddha lotus symbol on the jade plaque.
He rubbed the word with his fingertips and suddenly stood up from the bathtub silently.
"Crash la la la -"
With Rong Lian's movements, all the water droplets on his long hair flowed down and fell on the mist-filled water, as if it was raining.
The man curled his fingers slightly, and the crimson fox fire surrounded his body, drying the pond water and turning it into an inner garment.
He pulled off the gilded crown gown of the same color on the screen, casually put it on his body, and said coldly.
"Let's go, I'm not in the mood today."
After saying these words, the charming spring atmosphere immediately dissipated completely.
Lin Ren didn't come back to his senses until the extremely cold demonic pressure was completely gone.
He stared blankly at the empty dormitory, moved his stiff body, and slowly left here, but his heart seemed to have sunk to the bottom.
On the other side, the demon servant guarding the door had just put down the palace lantern and was about to let the other servants stare when he suddenly saw the palace door open with a creaking sound.
"Hail, Your Majesty."
He was shocked and quickly bowed his head in salute.
Mr. Lin didn't go in for a long time, and the demon servant didn't expect Rong Lian to come out so quickly. Even if he goes to Mr. Lin's bedroom on weekdays, His Majesty will only enjoy himself in the middle of the night. After bathing, he puts on his outer robe and goes back to the back hall to correct the memorials.
Could it be... Could it be Mr. Lin who angered His Majesty
The demon servant raised his eyes and glanced at the demon emperor's frozen face, feeling startled and uncertain in his heart.
Rong Lian didn't even look at him, he casually pinched it and turned into a stream of light and quickly escaped.
His purpose was very clear, and he went directly to Daofeng, where Yufo Sect was currently staying in Taiyan Sect.
At this time in Daofeng, many disciples of Taiyan Sect and Yufo Sect were competing with each other. They saw a fiery red stream of light coming from the sky. They subconsciously looked at it and were caught by the radiant look of the person coming from the light. Their ugly appearance was revealed. .
Rong Lian had no intention of wasting time on these trivial matters, and directly exuded the pressure of the out-of-body stage in mid-air.
Sure enough, just after he revealed his aura, a few touches of divine consciousness similar to his appeared in the main hall of Daofeng.
"His Majesty the Demon Emperor is here today, but what's the important matter?"
The Master of Daofeng, who was making tea and discussing Taoism with Master Shikong, went out to greet him. He took a closer look and stroked his beard, "I haven't seen you for two days. Your Majesty has made great progress again. Congratulations."
"Peak Master, you're welcome. I'm here this time because I want to talk to Master Shikong."
Rong Lian nodded towards the master of Daofeng, with a lazy and carefree smile on his face again.
"Master is in the hall, please come in."
The man in red strode into the main hall of Knife Peak. The peak master glanced at his back and closed the door of the hall in a very polite manner, without any intention of eavesdropping.
"Your Majesty Rong Lian, we meet again."
The old abbot was still sitting on the futon, with a calm face and clasped his hands, as if he had said hello.
The tea emitted mist on the square table. The incense burner placed aside was burning the dipterocarps incense most commonly used in Buddhism, and it smelled very comfortable.
Rong Lian didn't waste any time. He turned his palm over and directly displayed the jade token he had just obtained from Lin Ren.
"Is this jade amulet the Buddha amulet that the master mentioned last time?"
Seeing this jade medal, which was of excellent quality but had no spiritual power fluctuation at all, Master Shikong's fingers that moved the beads suddenly stopped.
He stared at the jade plaque in Rong Lian's hand, closed his eyes again, recited Amitabha several times, and after a long time replied, "Exactly."
Rong Lian looked startled after getting the definite answer.
What the Buddhist amulet represents in the Bathing Buddha Sect and how stringent the conditions required are the consensus of the entire cultivation world, let alone asking for others.
Lin Ren's appearance briefly appeared in Rong Lian's mind, but he quickly erased it.
Although he himself didn't remember whether he gave this amulet as a reward. But if it was really what Lin Ren was asking for, it would be impossible for the other party to shirk his request when he asked. On the contrary, it would be more likely that he would take the opportunity to invite favors and gain a higher position.
Most of the demon clan are cold-hearted and play games with the world.
Because of their appearance and status, there are many people who want to climb into the Demon King's bed, but Rong Lian can't think of anyone who would be so heartbroken as to ask for a Buddhist amulet.
"but... ... "
After confirming Rong Lian's conjecture, Shi Kong dropped another bombshell, "The amulet in the donor's hand has lost its intended effect."
Hearing this, Rong Lian's thoughts were interrupted, and he frowned deeply, with a look of astonishment on his face, "What?!"
"My Buddhist amulet must be worn on the body to protect the blessings. Apart from the person seeking the amulet and the wearer, the most taboo thing on the way is to be touched by others."
The old abbot shook his head, "If Your Majesty hasn't worn it for more than a month, or if he is accidentally touched by someone, he takes it back to the Buddhist temple and prays in the shrine for a month, and it may be able to restore its original function, but now -"
Master Shikong sighed, pointed at the Buddha amulet, and motioned for Rong Lian to look at it, "Although the Buddha amulet has no spiritual power, the Buddha lotus has color."
When he said this, Rong Lian suddenly had some impression.
The reason why this Buddha amulet stood out from his jade amulet as a mortal object in the first place seemed to be because of the red lotus blooming on it, which was in full bloom and made Rong Lian wear it.
"This Buddha lotus... was it golden red at the beginning?"
Rong Lian rubbed the lifelike Buddha lotus carved on the jade plaque and asked uncertainly.
"That's right." Shi Kong nodded, "And now, the Buddha Lotus has turned into an ordinary jade white color. This means that it has lost its function as a Buddha treasure."
"Although it still looks like a jade plaque with good workmanship and excellent base material, but... alas."
Rong Lian naturally knows the unfinished meaning of releasing Kong.
He looked down at the amulet in his hand and remained silent for a long time.
Buddha amulets are the most precious treasures of Buddhism and have some secret connection with the way of heaven. To some extent, they can even enhance blessings and protect peace. Even for a being like Rong Lian who does not believe in gods and Buddhas, it is still effective.
But now, no matter how precious it was, it is just an ordinary jade plaque.
They are no different from those jade tablets collected by Rong Lian that can be regarded as national treasures in the mortal world.
"Then Master, can you tell me who asked for this amulet for me?"
He closed his palms and raised his head, his face regaining its previous calmness.
After hearing this, Shi Kong's old bark-like eye sockets flashed continuously, and he did not look at Rong Lian. Instead, he turned his head, playing the Buddha beads and reciting Amitabha Buddha.
"There is a rule in the Bathing Buddha Sect that the identity of the person seeking the card cannot be disclosed at will. I am sorry that the poor monk cannot agree to this request of the donor."
Rong Lian was a little unhappy with such a straightforward rejection.
He frowned and said, "Even if someone asked for the amulet for me, they never said that I would wear it. Now that the amulet is useless, the master said that the person who asked for the amulet should not be guilty of any taboo."
"Amitabha, it's not, it's not. There is no need to warn, this matter needs fate. Since the donor's amulet has expired, it means that the past is over, and there is no need to ask anymore."
Shi Kong shook his head and denied it, with a look of indifference. He thought about the Jingxin Jue, and Ren Ronglian refused to respond no matter how hard he tried.
These stubborn Buddhists!
Rong Lian walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
Just after he opened the door, the old abbot who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed suddenly heard a distant voice in his ears.
It has taken more than a thousand years for this Buddha amulet to be obtained. If His Majesty still has an unfinished relationship with this jade amulet in his hand, then in the future he will know who is seeking the Buddha amulet.
"Tsk, pretending to be a ghost."
Rong Lian sneered, but he still didn't throw away the useless amulet.
He paused for a moment and casually hung it back on his waist.
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After Zong Ci came down the mountain, he received the transmission note from Wang Bing.
The other party said that there was another person in the temporary team who forgot to apply for an assistance task at the affairs hall yesterday, so he had to go back to the affairs hall again, and he needed to wait for a while.
Each group task has one main disciple who leads the task. Several other team disciples can also receive assistance tasks for the group task in the affairs hall. At that time, the rewards of the collective task can also be distributed fairly under the supervision of the affairs hall, avoiding the need for private disputes. The hidden danger of redundant disputes.
After hearing Wang Bing talk about this matter yesterday, before going up the mountain, Zong Ci stopped by the affairs hall and received the assistance task. Unexpectedly, there was a careless person in the team who could even forget the task.
Since the rendezvous time has been postponed, the Zong Ci who was originally spotted has become the one with plenty of time.
He strolled leisurely in the small town under the mountain gate, and went to the market to have a look. Unfortunately, he didn't find anything new after walking around.
It seems that being able to pick out two treasures from a pile of useless rocks that day was indeed the best luck of my life.
Zong Ci touched his nose and felt a little dazed for a moment.
When he was the Lingyun Sword Master in his previous life, he was accustomed to picking up treasures in the market, encountering opportunities in the cave, and being promoted beyond the ranks, which in the eyes of ordinary people would bring great luck. Not to mention visiting the market, even if he visited a vegetable stall in the mortal world, he could still pull out a high-grade spiritual grass from a pile of leftover leaves.
Although luck is an illusory thing and cannot be improved with the help of any external means, in the world of cultivation, it is indeed the most valued by monks.
No matter how talented you are, even if you have a top-level Heavenly Spirit Root and a natural sword bone and sword heart, if you are unlucky and die when you are still young, you will remain anonymous and remain silent from now on. Even if your talent is poor and your five spiritual roots are useless, when the opportunity comes, you can still seek enlightenment and become a legend.
Innate luck cannot be improved further, so monks will carefully pay attention to their own karma, for fear of getting into any bad luck and affecting the blessings of a lifetime of cultivation.
There is no doubt that Lingyun Sword Master is the leader in the field of luck.
Because his luck suddenly improved, for a long time, Zong Ci thought that he had accidentally hit some great opportunity.
Later he found out that it was because of the sword he wore.
The Tianwen Sword that Zong Ci was inexplicably gifted by the master of the Tianji Sect when he accidentally broke into the Tianshan Mountains was actually a serious treasure of heaven.
As long as one is recognized by Tianwen Sword and becomes the target of its blood-shedding recognition, one can become a great fortune-teller and become the favorite of Heaven walking in the world.
Although Zong Ci practiced very quickly before building the foundation, he definitely did not reach the terrifying speed in the later stage. This can also perfectly explain why Lingyun Sword Master later had a smooth journey with constant opportunities and no one could surpass him.
It's a pity that the Tianwen Sword broke when he was going through the tribulation, and there is no need to elaborate on the subsequent ending.
Zong Ci sighed and stopped his thoughts.
He lowered his head and glanced at the still silent transmission talisman, then walked towards the tea house at the entrance of the town.
They had originally planned to meet at a teahouse in the small town, but now that he went there early, it would be easier to wait for someone.
It's already bright today, the teahouse opens early, and you can hear the bustle of people inside from a distance.
In the past few days, most of the people in the cultivation world have gathered at the foot of the Taiyan Sect Mountain in the north. The inns in the surrounding towns are doing a booming business. People are coming and going early in the morning, and even the teahouses are full.
As soon as Zong Ci stepped into the teahouse, he heard the storyteller in the teahouse wearing a melon-skin hat startled, his voice like a spring, and he was talking eloquently.
"... In response to your kindness, thank you all fellow Taoists for coming. Yesterday we talked about the deeds of the Sword Lord thousands of years ago. Before we tell the story today, let's take a moment to recall the summary of the past."
Lingyun Sword Lord Zongci from thousands of years ago:...
He paused and almost left the teahouse on the spot.
Unfortunately, the waiter who was leaning against the counter had already seen his new customer and hurried over to ask the guest officer what kind of tea you would like to drink. And because Zong Ci's current youthful appearance was so gorgeous, he attracted a lot of people's attention as soon as he stepped into the store. In addition, there were still people who remembered that he was the young man sitting in the front row when the leader of the Tianji Sect gave a sermon that day, so the eyes became more intense.
He coughed twice, but he couldn't turn around and leave like this, so he had to bite the bullet and continue walking into the teahouse.
"The sword master's name is Ling Yun. He was a famous figure thousands of years ago and was famous throughout the world. I believe everyone here has heard of the deeds of that senior. For example, he took down ten major sects in the world with one sword and invited countless battles. Sword Master, broke into the Wuya Palace alone, and went down to the Glazed Palace of the Ice Shark... "
The storyteller was spitting and explained several of the examples in detail. The words were so exquisite that he seemed to easily pull the entire teahouse audience into the era of thousands of years ago when knives were flying and heroes were born in large numbers.
"I've heard of it, but why haven't I heard of it? When I was a child, I grew up listening to the story of Lingyun Sword Master entering Wuya Palace alone!"
After hearing this, many listeners echoed, "Sword Master Lingyun is the number one swordsman in history, and the only one who has become an immortal."
Someone else slapped their thighs and sighed, "Master, I didn't hear you talk about Lingyun Sword Master yesterday. But these few words you said are really wonderful. Do you want to continue talking today?"
"certainly."
The storyteller smiled affirmatively and said, "Even three days and three nights would not be able to finish the story of that senior Sword Master. Naturally, I will have to spend more time."
Everyone burst into laughter, but everyone also showed their expectation.
On the other side, Zong Ci saw a familiar blue shirt in the teahouse crowded with viewers.
Liu Yuan was sitting in the corner, resting his head casually with one hand and resting his hand on the edge of the teahouse window.
Although he was looking out the window, it seemed that he was still paying attention to the sounds in the teahouse, and his face was dark and difficult to distinguish.
"You came."
When Zong Ci looked over, Liu Yuan retracted his gaze from the window and turned to look at him. His expression lost the ambiguity just a moment ago, and instead showed a smile with unknown meaning.
"Um."
Zong Ci didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he casually ordered a cup of tea with the waiter who was following him, and chose a seat at the table farthest away from Liu Yuan to sit down.
"... Everyone knows that Lingyun Jianzun learned from the ancestor of Taiyan Sect, and the ancestor is the current Taoist leader of Taiyan Sect."
The storyteller was still talking eloquently not far away, but when he said this, he changed the subject, "But few people know that thousands of years ago, the ancestor of the Taiyan Sect had more than one disciple of the Sword Master."
This sentence aroused the interest of everyone in the teahouse. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and heated discussions broke out one after another.
Lingyun Sword Lord was so famous that even though the Taiyan Sect deliberately avoided talking about him, the deeds he left in the entire world of cultivation a thousand years ago were still passed down orally from generation to generation and regarded as myths. Therefore, things related to him attract everyone's attention every time.
Everyone knew that Ling Yun was the great disciple of the ancestor of the Taiyan Sect, but not many people knew that the ancestor had more than one disciple.
"None of you know about this. In fact, another disciple of our ancestor also had a very good relationship with the Sword Master. It is said that they ate and slept together and traveled together for hundreds of years. Together they went down the mountain to slay demons and protect the peace. They were called the Righteous Heroes at that time, and many temples in the mortal world still retain their incense.”
The storyteller chuckled and pinched his beard, "As for why you don't know, it's because this matter is a secret of Taiyan Sect. Even those who know, most of them choose to keep silent."
"Why did you choose not to talk?"
Some tea drinkers couldn't help but ask.
After all, no one in the world of cultivation had heard of the young disciple of Ancestor Qingxu in these years, so everyone showed curious eyes.
Even Zong Ci, who was lifting the teapot and preparing to pour himself tea, paused for a moment.
As he poured himself tea, he quietly pricked up his ears.
The storyteller coughed twice, suddenly lowered his voice, put up a soundproof barrier, and then gently patted the sound wood in the palm of his hand:
"Because... the ancestor's young disciple suddenly rebelled from Taiyan Grandmaster's sect without a word three hundred years after the sword master's death. It is said that he fell into the ghost realm."
Zong Ci's hand shook suddenly, and the hot tea suddenly spilled half of the table.