Before John could sigh at the powerful efficiency of Xingchen Tiangang, one night of cultivation passed like this.
The next morning, Master Jingyi came to the small courtyard where he lived again, indicating that Master Shengsheng had time to meet him.
With a hint of uneasiness and curiosity, John followed Master Jingyi into the portal she opened.
When I arrived opposite the portal, I saw this a quiet room located in a mountain palace.
The entire quiet room is about hundreds of square meters. The ground is paved with smooth gold bricks, and the four sides are hollowed out. You can see the sea of clouds and clouds at a glance, and the stars are endless, and it feels quite cold at high places.
An old man in white sat quietly on the futon behind the stone coffee table.
This old man is exactly like the description of a master in early martial arts novels. He has a childish face, and can be said to be in his forties or fifties, or eighty or ninety years old. He has a majestic and kind face, and he is the whole person.
It's like a contradiction.
This is also the only one who has failed John's super spiritual vision ability so far, because the other party looks like an old mortal, and John cannot find anything unusual, which is exactly the biggest strangeness.
However, John did not realize it at all. The divine bloodline he had mastered was a high power at the level of law, allowing him to instinctively feel the terrible part of the old man in front of him. The feeling was like a bottomless abyss
, can make people ruthlessly suck in, fall into depravity, and it is like an endless starry sky, vast and boundless.
There were also two futons in front of him, obviously for Jingyi and John.
"It's a guest from afar, please sit down and have a cup of tea."
The gentle but majestic voice of the old man sounded.
But John could not be rude and bowed to salute with Master Jingyi.
"I've seen the Supreme Saint Master!"
The old man didn't say anything, but pointed to the futon in front to signal John and Jingyi to sit down.
Then he casually added a cup of tea to each of them.
After thanking him, John picked up the teacup and took a sip, and found that it was ordinary green tea, and it had no extraordinary effect when drinking it.
The tea soup tastes similar to Biluochun, rather than fermented tea such as Pu'er or black tea commonly found in Tibetan and southwest areas.
John prefers this faint fragrance with a slight bitterness and a sweet aftertaste.
For black tea, he needs to add milk or sugar to mix it. It’s not that he likes foreign tea, but that the black tea tastes mellow and not as refreshing as green tea, so he doesn’t like it very much. Even if he drinks with him, he only wants to drink wine.
Drink beer, fruit wine or fragrant white wine, but don’t like the same flavor as the sauce-flavored wine.
So the quiet room became quiet for a moment, leaving only the sound of tea tasting.
After a long time, the Supreme Master looked at John and said:
"Every time, you will suddenly appear in the world. As an existence outside the world, it is a trouble for the long river of time to disturb the long river of time, so every time I will use the power of the Eye of Time to change the fate back to the changed fate
The right way.”
As he said that, the Supreme Master also had a hint of annoyance in his tone.
After all, I always wipe the time traveler's butt, even if I have the cultivation of the Supreme Master, I have a very good temper without getting angry.
"Some people are very smart and don't interfere with fate much, so I am a little more relaxed, and there are a few of you who seem to have a high heart for the life of this world, and they bring me the willful and recklessness.
There are a lot of troubles, so I will not be stingy with punishing them a little. Although I will not kill, whether I can leave this world alive depends on their luck!”
After saying this, the Supreme Master put down the teacup lightly, without showing too angry, but John felt a chill in his heart.
Sure enough, those players in the main world are inevitably in a lofty heart. Just like players on Earth, they regard the indigenous people on the astral plane as NPCs and will always kill themselves.
But they forgot that they are not really players who can go offline and be resurrected infinitely, but travelers with only one life.
But at the same time, John was relieved in his heart.
I have never figured out the attitude of the Supreme Saint Master towards a time traveler like him. Now it seems that this Supreme Saint Master still has no prejudice against such a time traveler as he is a modest and self-abiding person.
John was very glad that his honest and cautious approach in Egypt and South Africa was undoubtedly very correct, otherwise he might have been suffocated by the Holy Master as he was a sacred master.
, instead of becoming a guest of honor in the holy land of the monks now.
After letting go of the worries in his heart, John relaxed and started talking to the Supreme Master.
When not angry, the old man who has lived for at least hundreds of years is still very kind, especially since the other party has mastered too much knowledge over a long period of time. A few simple words can answer many questions.
, and brought a lot of inspiration to John.
No one knows the real name of the Supreme Saint Master, but only knows that his title is the Supreme Saint Master. John did not deliberately ask questions without knowing the tact.
During the conversation, John also found out indirectly that the Supreme Saint Master in front of him was already the third generation of Supreme Saint Master. This third generation of Supreme Saint Master entered the Tao in the Ming Dynasty and was taken up the mountain to practice by the previous generation of Supreme Saint Master. He was a
A down-and-out scholar, so he has experienced hundreds of years of life and acts with some Confucian style.
Of course, after taking office as the new generation of the most saint master and becoming the supreme existence that is not inferior to those god kings in myths, this man also realized the limitations of Confucianism, especially Confucianism that had long been mutated in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Therefore, the most saint master did not have the same kind of slander as a literati. In John's view, he was more like a paranormal who had seen through the worldly feelings and was not imprisoned by feudal thoughts.
Especially with John, a time traveler, he had no idea. He made generous statements that he could go to the Lundao Hall to communicate with all the monks, or he could go to the Sutra Library to watch all the classics that were not on the list of forbidden books.
With the permission of the master of the Holy Land of the Master, John was overjoyed for a moment.
"How rich is the collection of a powerful mage organization that stands tall and does not fall into the world and occupies the mainstream?"
John felt that this was something he could not imagine.
Perhaps spells such as arcane are inconsistent with his profession for him, but many spells in other fields are completely compatible with him.
So John didn't care about continuing to exchange feelings with the Supreme Saint Master. The Supreme Saint Master also saw that John was anxious about the magic knowledge and could no longer sit still, so he took the initiative to serve tea and see off the guests.
Leaving the mountain where Jingyi's room was, Master Jingyi looked at John with a funny look. Now he felt that he had a little vitality like a young man, and was not as mature and persistent as in the previous exchanges.
"Let's go, it seems that fellow Taoist can't wait. I'll take you to the library now."
After saying that, he opened the portal and took John to a quaint, ancient building made of stone materials.
At the spacious gate of this ancient building with a similar shape to the style of Angkor Wat, there are portals of mages from time to time, some disappear and some walk into the ancient building.
After entering the ancient building, there is a spacious public area like the European classical library. Many wizards of different ages sit on both sides of the bluestone table, holding books in their hands or reading with relish or meditation.
John glanced roughly and found that most of the mages present were Middle-earth faces, with more men and few women, but occasionally a few Westerners appeared, indicating that the mage's holy land was not a completely closed and exclusive organization, and John did not feel that it was.
What's wrong? After all, the major sects in Middle-earth have also accepted some Hu disciples in history.