Under the leadership of Shangguan Yong, Zhang Ruochen and others quickly arrived in front of the holy mountain in the center of Que Sheng Palace.
With the recovery of the Kunlun Realm, this holy mountain has also undergone considerable changes. Not only has the mountain become more majestic, but the key is that it spurts out a large amount of holy energy from heaven and earth, turning the entire Que Sheng Palace into a
A rare holy land for cultivation.
The vegetation on the holy mountain is dense and lush, and there are many elixirs growing there, and there are even holy medicines.
Some quaint pavilions are hidden in the mountains and forests, perfectly integrated with the holy mountain itself.
In the entire Shangguan family, not many people are qualified to own a place of cultivation on the Holy Mountain.
The top of the holy mountain is a forbidden area. It is where Shangguan Que lives. Without permission, even Shangguan Yong, the head of the Shangguan family, is not allowed to approach.
"Your Royal Highness, our ancestors are at the top of the mountain." Shangguan Yongpo said respectfully.
Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "Thank you!"
There is a special air-forbidden formation arranged on the holy mountain. Most people cannot fly in the air at all, but this obviously cannot restrict Zhang Ruochen and others.
Immediately, Zhang Ruochen and others jumped into the air and flew to the top of the mountain at extremely fast speeds.
Shangguan Yong raised his head and looked up at Zhang Ruochen's gradually rising figure. He had not left. If his ancestor had any instructions, he could complete them in time.
At this moment, it is noon, the sun is blazing in the sky, the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.
In an instant, Zhang Ruochen locked onto Shangguan Que.
Their bodies flashed, and the seven people landed on a cliff.
There is an ancient pine growing on the edge of the cliff. It is extremely vigorous and has been rooted here for many years. Its trunk is twisted like a horned dragon.
Under the old pines, there is a stone platform with a tea set placed on it. A person is sitting in front of the stone platform, holding a small tea bowl in his hand, and the slightest trace of heat is escaping from the tea bowl.
The breeze blows, and a faint fragrance of tea fills the air, refreshing the heart and mind.
Sitting in front of the stone platform is a white-haired old man, extremely elegant, exuding the temperament of a great Confucian, and even more awe-inspiring and upright.
The white-haired old man has a ruddy complexion and no trace of twilight in his body. Although he is not tall, he gives people a feeling of calmness like a sacred mountain.
"Student Zhang Ruochen has met the teacher."
Zhang Ruochen stepped forward and bowed to the white-haired old man.
Eight hundred years have passed, and Shangguan Que has not changed much. It is as elegant and calm as before, with a kind face, but it has a kind of majesty that makes people admire it.
Zhang Ruochen was now able to confirm that when he first attacked the Lingxiao Heavenly Prince's Mansion, the Confucian and Taoist sage king in the Dragon Protection Pavilion was Shangguan Que.
"Master, I haven't seen you for many years, and you haven't changed at all."
Kong Lanyou also stepped forward and saluted.
In the past, she also studied with Shangguan Que and was also his student.
However, after the fall of the Shengming, Shangguanque became the Holy King of the imperial court and was regarded as a traitor by many of the old members of the Shengming. Kong Lanyou never saw him again. Eight hundred years have passed.
Eight hundred years is already a long time, and not many old friends from the past are left.
Shangguanque put down the tea bowl in his hand, a kind and kind smile appeared on his face, and said: "Come over and sit down and talk to me, an old man."
Zhang Ruochen and Kong Lanyou didn't hesitate, straightened up, walked to the stone platform and sat down.
Mu Lingxi, King Mingjiang, Jin Yu, Luo Chen and Bao Lie also came forward and each found a seat to sit down.
Fortunately, the stone platform was big enough and there were many seats around it, otherwise they would have to stand.
Shangguanque picked up the teapot and poured a bowl of tea for Zhang Ruochen and others.
King Mingjiang said a little coldly: "Shangguan Que, you are living a good life. The Holy King Que in the imperial court has a distinguished status. He doesn't want me to wait for the rebels of the Holy Ming, so he can only hide in Tibet."
"Eight hundred years have passed, so why should the prince be so brooding and make such a choice? In fact, it is not what I want." Shangguanque sighed.
King Mingjiang's tone was still unkind: "Can someone still force you to do it?"
Shangguan Que just shook his head but was unwilling to say anything, as if he had something to hide.
King Mingjiang was angry and said: "What are you shaking your head for? If you have anything to say, just say it directly. At this day and age, what else needs to be hidden?"
"Some things are far more complicated than you imagine, my lord." Shangguan Que said in a deep voice.
King Mingjiang wanted to say something, but before he could say it, Zhang Ruochen spoke first: "Uncle Emperor, there is no need to dwell on this matter. Since the teacher doesn't want to say it, we can't force it."
Hearing this, King Mingjiang said nothing more. Although he was Zhang Ruochen's elder, he now focused on Zhang Ruochen in everything.
Zhang Ruochen turned to look at Shangguan Que and said seriously: "Teacher, we are here to understand some truths about eight hundred years ago. I hope you can tell the truth."
Shangguan Que took a sip of tea and said softly: "If you want to ask anything, just ask."
Although the sun was blazing in the sky at the moment, the breeze blowing from the top of the mountain made it seem very cool, without any feeling of heat.
Zhang Ruochen looked serious and said: "Teacher, as a member of the Dragon Protection Pavilion, he should have met my father before he disappeared. Do you know where my father went?"
"Yes, before the palace incident, we members of the Dragon Protection Pavilion were indeed summoned by His Majesty, but His Majesty did not tell us where he would go." Shangguanque replied.
Zhang Ruochen frowned slightly. Even Hulong Pavilion didn't know the whereabouts of Emperor Ming. He was afraid that he would really go to Xitian Buddhist Realm to seek confirmation.
After pondering for a moment, Zhang Ruochen continued to ask: "Why did my father order the Dragon Protection Pavilion to cast the altar? What is the real function of the altar? What is the significance of preserving those holy souls? Also, where is the altar now?"
That altar was cast with all the treasury of the Holy Spirit, so it is no small matter.
Zhang Ruochen also learned about some things about the altar from the Divine Sword Holy Land not long ago. Unfortunately, Lu Huaiyu didn't know the real secret of the altar at all.
Shangguan Que stood up, turned and walked towards the edge of the cliff, looked at the clouds and mist surging under the cliff, and said slowly: "Actually, even I don't fully understand the secret of the altar. However, according to His Majesty's wishes, the number of Over the past hundred years, we have kept the holy souls of most of the saints who died in Kunlun Realm in the altar, so that their holy souls will not dissipate, and perhaps, under special circumstances, they can be resurrected."
"Originally, the altar was placed in the Holy Land of the Divine Sword. Before the Hell Realm attacked the Heaven and Earth Altar, we moved the altar to the Tomb Mountains on the orders of the two Golden Elephant Beast Emperors."
Hearing this, Kong Lanyou and others couldn't help showing shocked expressions. Although the Kunlun Realm has declined, many saints are still born. In hundreds of years, a large number of saints will definitely die. It is conceivable that that holy There are definitely a lot of holy souls preserved in the altar.
If those saints can really be resurrected, they will undoubtedly be a very powerful force.
In fact, Kong Lanyou knew about the existence of the altar very early, and also knew that the altar could preserve the holy soul, but she did not know the purpose of the altar in preserving the holy soul. She once asked Lu Yuanzhi, but unfortunately she could not get the answer.
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Now that I think about it, the only ones who really know the secret of the altar are the two golden beast kings, and Emperor Ming trusts them more than anyone else.
"The Yin Burial Mountains, why do you want to send the altar to the Yin Burial Mountains? What's there?" Zhang Ruochen looked puzzled, feeling very puzzled by this.
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