However, the nonchalance of the other party as he sat down cross-legged without restraint and picked up the teacup seemed genuine.
Let Taijing doubt what Senior Brother Daomen said.
The Taoist brother he mentioned was none other than Emperor Tang An.
As the younger generation, the two have known each other for a long time, so naturally they can't avoid greetings.
Especially in the capital city of this small secular dynasty, for them it was almost like looking up and not seeing each other.
It's just that they both had a tacit understanding and didn't talk to each other in depth.
There was a hint of undetectable suspicion on Taijing's eyebrows as he spoke.
Even if they are members of the same Taoist sect, or are brothers in the same sect, it is most taboo to communicate with each other in a superficial way.
It's a small thing to have no sense of propriety, but it may cause serious problems if someone is looking for secrets.
He looked up and down at the red-haired monk in front of him.
The face is angular and square.
Implies blue and white.
The speaker can see that his teeth are quite sharp, and in some places he can even see two rows of teeth. As for the red hair and horns on the top of his head, he doesn't even need to look at them. Compared with other features, these two are relatively inconspicuous.
The whole body was surrounded by a haze that was so dense that it was impossible to tell whether it was the evil spirit or the abyss of heaven.
Yan Tianjun on the other side smiled and did not refute the Ghost Saint's words.
This makes Taijing very strange.
For a moment, he was unsure of the details, so he smiled and said, "My Taoist friend is magnanimous and free-spirited, and I am not as good as him."
As he spoke, he drank some tea.
Indeed, as Guisheng said, the tea is delicious.
Especially this unknown tea leaf also contains a strange but gentle power, which can benefit monks like him.
This made him even more confused.
It's good tea, good words, and a good attitude. No matter how you look at it, there's something wrong with it.
Uneasiness grew in Tai Jing's heart.
He thought carefully about whether he had seen this person somewhere, or whether they could be of use to him.
Or rather, this person is indeed as seen, treating everyone with an ordinary attitude.
Taijing, who was unsure, held up his hands and said: "I'm a disciple of Taiyi Sect, this is my junior sister. I should have come to see my senior earlier. I heard that my senior likes purity, so I didn't dare to disturb him. However, my senior has great magical powers and I am yearning for it, so I am shameless.
Come and see if you have this opportunity."
Yan Tianjun nodded and said, "You are telling the truth."
No one of the three people, each with their own thoughts in mind, took the lead to speak up.
The little girl in the green skirt looked around.
I originally wanted to say something, but I stopped after seeing my senior brother's signaling look.
He picked up the tea cup like an adult, but after just one sip, he grimaced in pain.
Because the senior brother could only shut up, he slowly put down the teacup in his hand.
Taijing was ready to hear what Tianjun had to say, but when he saw that there were only two words, he almost understood that the other party didn't want to tell them.
That's right. After so many years, neither Taoism nor Buddhism has been passed down. Guxianlou has been making efforts, but the efforts are in vain. How could he get favored by such luck?
Fortunately, there was no hope in the first place, so it was not a loss.
The red-haired ghost saint pondered for a long time, put down the tea cup in his hand, smoothed up his messy long dark red hair, gathered it behind his head and tied it up casually, and then said lightly: "In a few days, the forbidden land will not be peaceful.
Things may cause a big fuss, so if you have a child with you, leave early."
Tai Jing was stunned and frowned suddenly.
"Thank you fellow Taoist for reminding me."
"Don't want to leave?"
"It's not that I don't want to, there are still some things that haven't been done yet."
"What didn't get done?"
The red-haired ghost saint's questioning forced Taijing to deal with it hastily.
He originally thought that everything would be fine if he just accepted the words, but he didn't expect the other party to refuse to give in. He clearly wanted to get to the bottom of the matter and would not give up until he achieved his goal.
Let Tai Jing feel a little helpless.
Thinking of what the red-haired Ghost Saint said just now, Taijing felt that if there was a chance to obtain the inheritance, it might actually work.
So I agreed and replied like this.
Tu Shanjun also realized that what he was asking might be sect secrets. He did not continue to ask but said: "Is Taihua okay?"
Taijing, who was secretly breathing a sigh of relief, suddenly froze and asked with some suspicion: "Who are you talking about, fellow Taoist?"
"Taihua."
Tu Shanjun pointed his finger on the table while speaking.
Leave the shape floating and write a name.
This time, Tai Jing heard and saw clearly. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the other party was an old friend of Tai Hua. No wonder his attitude towards them was so different.
The elegant Tai Jing smiled and cupped his hands and said: "Junior Brother Taihua is very talented, and now we have reached the critical moment of practicing fake and real."
"Fellow Taoist knows Junior Brother Taihua."
"I don't know, who is Taoist friend?"
Most of Tai Jing's hesitation just now dissipated, his expression relaxed, and he asked about Tu Shanjun's name.
There was no strange color in Tu Shanjun's eyes.
He saw Taihua's talent and conduct with his own eyes. At that time, Taihua could force Venerable Chuiyun back with one sword strike. Later, he heard from Chuiyun that Taihua could seriously injure him with just one strike.
That sword should have killed him, but Taihua used his sword energy to hang Chuiyun's life.
It's like tying a person to the edge of a cliff with a rope.
He knew that this person was not a creature of the pond and would become famous sooner or later.
"I do know him."
"That was probably hundreds of years ago."
The red-haired ghost saint's black and red eyes flashed with a look of reminiscence: "I will always remember that day!"
"Senior brother has passed away, internal and external troubles have occurred, and the position of leader is still vacant. My incompetent disciple and my senior brother's son entered the main hall where the jade statue of the ancestor and a number of spiritual tablets were placed. They were arguing. It didn't seem like they were fighting for the master's position.
The position of the sect, in fact, is indeed where the leader belongs."
Yan Tianjun remained calm because he had already made a guess.
Tai Jing looked confused, but he was still very interested in the encounter between this fellow Taoist and Junior Brother Tai Hua, and he did not interrupt either.
He cheered up with great interest.
"Then they insisted on asking me to come forward."
"I don't want to be the master of this."
Tushanjun seems to be in a dilemma again.
At that time, he could follow the original plan and let Yu Long take charge of the Soul Flag.
Then relying on the sect's growth, he would then support the sect. As the sect's inheritance ancestor, as long as every sect leader controls the soul flag, he can secure his position as the leader of the sect.
However, no one in the sect at that time could shoulder such heavy pressure and responsibility.
"The Kunpeng Sect has been integrated and will be approaching the city soon."
"Venerable Chuiyun is in the late stage of becoming a god again."
"Even I don't know how to win."
"Staying in the sect and resisting will only cause all my disciples to be buried with me."
"Can't leave."
"Can't win."
Tu Shanjun let out a long sigh, looked at Tai Jing who was sitting on the case, and said leisurely: "They had been arguing for a long time that day, and there was nothing I could do. At this moment, a man came to the door. He was wearing a white robe, the same white as you.
robe."
"The white-robed monk broke into the Patriarch Hall and asked about the person who founded the sect."
"He is dead."
"He passed away just now."
"The white-robed monk looked sad. He said his name is Xia Feng, and he is Taiyi's senior brother. You can also call him Venerable Taihua!"
"Then he asked, who am I."
"Who are you?"
Not to mention that Taihua had asked, Taijing, who was sitting opposite the table, was also staring at the red-haired ghost saint who was telling the story with a surprised look on his face, and couldn't help but ask that sentence.
There was a vague guess in his mind, but he didn't believe it.
It's not that I don't believe it.
But I can't believe it.
Who would believe it?
Red-haired ghost saint:
"My name is Tushanjun."
"You can also call me, Taishi Zunhun Great Sage."
Tai Jing was dumbfounded as he listened to this bizarre incident.
It's not like he hasn't seen those junior brothers and sisters who were lost back then.
Some live in the outer world and die.
There are also some who are protecting themselves and waiting for news from the sect.
Of course, there are also those heads and sect leaders who founded sects and quietly developed them.
Among them, there are many outstanding ones with amazing talents. After receiving the response from the sect and establishing contact with the main sect, they quickly became the true successor of the sect. However, he has never seen any latecomers achieve this level of cultivation.
Not to mention the great saints who practice fake and become real, even those who can become saints are rare.
According to the red-haired ghost saint, a few hundred years ago was not that long at all.
Because at that time, Junior Brother Taihua was still in the late stage of becoming a god.
"division……"
Tai Jing opened his mouth for a long time, but couldn't say anything.
It's awkward to call me Senior Brother.
Call me Junior Brother, his cultivation seems to be stronger than mine.
"Why haven't I seen you in the main sect?" Taijing asked this question after much thought.
It's not that he looks down on the monks in small places. The more barren the marginal areas, the harder it is for major cultivators to appear. The spiritual veins alone cannot support their consumption, and there is no assistance from heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
If Tu Shanjun was really a disciple of the sect and had such talent, he should have returned to the main sect long ago.
With the resources of the main sect to train him, he may now be a powerful Taoist who can stand alone.
"I have never been to the Main Sect of Middle-earth."
"Why?"
"Taihua asked me about my identity."
"I'll tell you frankly."
"That……"
Tu Shanjun looked at the tea in the cup and asked: "A person who doesn't exist at all gave me a real identity. Is this identity real or fake?"
"What do you think?"
As he spoke, he looked at Tai Jing. Although he was asking, there was no doubt in his eyes.
Tai Jing smiled calmly and said, "I don't think it's important."
"What matters is what you think."
"If you think it's true, then it's true; if you think it's false, then it's false."
"When falsehood becomes true, falsehood becomes true; when truth becomes false, true becomes false."
The little girl in green skirt listened to these words, shook her head and said: "Brother, I don't understand."
"You will understand later."
Tu Shanjun didn't show any surprise.
All monks who can practice emptiness will understand.
Refining the void means refining the false and returning it to the true.
If you want to complete the refining of falsehood and return to trueness, you must understand the truth and falsehood.
This is the true story of Lianxu.
Many monks don't understand.
Just like Qiu Wandao also asked Taihua. After Taihua said it, he said he didn't understand because he had not yet reached the stage where he should understand this truth.
At this point, Taijing roughly understood what was going on.
He cupped his hands and said, "Senior brother."
"Senior brother."
Tu Shanjun returned the favor.
Then he cupped his hands and looked at the little girl in green skirt next to him: "Junior sister."
The little girl in the green skirt looked confused, not knowing which senior brother was in front of her, but she knew how to be polite and instinctively replied: "Hello, senior brother."
