Two people got off another Zhao family's carriage one after another. The girl walking in front had a slightly gloomy look on her face, and there was already a look of impatience in her eyes.
Zhao Xiaoyun turned his head and snorted coldly: "Zhao Yanran, don't show your bossy attitude towards me. I am too lazy to serve you."
Zhao Yanran was a little angry, but there was nothing she could do to Zhao Xiaoyun, so she could only glance at Zhao Xiaoyun bitterly, and then led Zhao Sixing beside her straight into the exterior gate.
"If you haven't ignited your inner fire at this age, even if you join the outer sect of the Taiyu Ancient Sect, you won't be able to achieve anything."
Zhao Xiaoyun murmured in a low voice, waved his hand towards Ji Buyu, and followed Zhao Yanran into the gate.
Heyun Temple is about three miles in radius. Although there are many Taoist pagodas and buildings in it, there are few people around and it is very quiet.
"Mr. Ji, the master of the temple is now in the main hall of Xuanqing Hall. You can go directly to see him at this time."
The young man in black robe led Ji Yuenian through the process of burning incense, and arrived in front of a majestic and magnificent palace. He was neither humble nor arrogant.
Ji Yuenian cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist."
"There is no need to be more polite. The temple master likes peace and quiet the most, so there is never anyone patrolling outside the temple. Mr. Ji, please go in." The young man in black robe shook his head and said with a smile.
Ji Yueliang nodded lightly, turned around and stepped onto the ninety-nine stone steps in front of Xuanqing Palace, heading towards the majestic and tall palace gate.
After arriving at the palace gate, Ji Yuenian could appreciate the majesty of the Xuanqing Palace. The palace gate alone was several feet high. Even though it was Chen Shi, the hall was still brightly lit, and there were several true statues of gods enshrined in it.
vaguely visible.
Stepping into the central hall, all the noises disappeared from your ears in an instant. The hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"From which family?"
Some cold voices came into my ears.
Ji Yuenian had just crossed the two-foot-high threshold at this time. When he looked up, he saw a delicate and handsome woman in green clothes, looking at him quietly.
"Anyang Jijia."
The woman in green clothes nodded and said: "Come with me, I will lead you to meet the temple master."
"Thank you, fellow Taoist."
Ji Yuenian followed the woman in green and walked towards the depths of Xuanqing Hall. When he passed by the true statues of the three gods, his eyes paused for a moment.
The supreme god of Taichu land.
Your Excellency, the City God of Yuanyan Realm.
The true images of these two gods are very common. One is the earth god who protects the ancient city of Taichu, and the other is the city god who protects the land of Yuanyan.
The real image of another deity is somewhat intriguing. It is a deity with six Buddhist instruments: a bell, a golden drum, a chime, a gong, a cymbal, and a bell. Judging from his appearance, it looks like today’s gods.
Dawen Bishamon, the Great Enlightenment King who took over Luzhou in Beiju.
In ancient myths and legends, King Tawen has been in the Thirty-Three Heavens for a long time, and the title of King Tawen Bishamon has been abandoned long ago. Now his title of god is just King Tawen of the North.
The true image of this god is the appearance of King Bishamon, so Ji Yuenian was a little surprised.
Before the woman in green took him into the side hall door, she turned around and left without saying a word.
Ji Yuenian looked at her back and thought about it for a moment, his eyes moved slightly, and he turned around and walked into the side hall.
The side hall is still extremely grand and spacious, and the flow of profound energy has become much smoother. There are no true images of gods enshrined in the hall. In the center, there is a hexagonal platform about several feet high, with a green-robed Taoist sitting on it.
"In the year of Ji's family in Anyang, I met He Xuan Shangzhen."
Ji Yuenian took a step forward and saluted respectfully towards the green-robed Taoist on the Taoist platform.
Taoist Hexuan opened his eyes slightly and said: "No need to be polite, just find a futon and wait for now."
Ji Yuenian looked sideways, and then realized that there were several people in the side hall, sitting on futons, and they all turned to look at him.
Due to the presence of Taoist Hexuan, these people from the cultivating family did not speak, but the looks in their eyes revealed their true thoughts.
Didn’t the Ji family have Ji Quexue? Didn’t the eldest son of the Ji family, Ji Yuenian, have his inner fire extinguished and his cultivation completely ruined?
The news they received was not as fast as the Zhao family's, and it still stayed at the time of the past few days.
Ji Yuenian didn't pay attention to the looks of these people, he just found a futon and sat down.
After about half a stick of incense, very clear footsteps were heard outside the hall again. Zhao Yanran, Zhao Xiaoyun, and Zhao Sixing walked in one after another and saluted Taoist He Xuan on the Taoist platform.
Taoist Hexuan frowned slightly, looked at the three people of the Zhao family, and seemed a little unhappy, and said, "Why are there so many people from the Zhao family?"
Zhao Yanran took a step forward, took out a wooden box from her sleeve, and said respectfully: "Hexuan Shangzhen, my father misses Shangzhen's grace very much, but he is unable to come to see him due to worldly affairs. Yanran will present a small gift on my father's behalf.
Not respectful."
Taoist Hexuan had no expression on his face. He flicked his sleeves and robe, and the wooden box flew to his hand.
He stretched out his hand to open the wooden box, and found fifty Yuan stones neatly arranged in it. In an instant, the rich Yuan Qi of heaven and earth filled the hall.
"That's all, you can find a futon to sit down and wait for now."
Taoist Hexuan put down the wooden box, closed his eyes again, and stopped talking.
Zhao Yanran and Zhao Xiaoyun looked at each other and both found a futon and sat down.