"Lingbao Temple, the senior who has transcended tribulations and ascended... who has stayed in the outer world for thousands of years?"
Zhou Fushi murmured in a low voice. He was shocked by the news told by Guanzhu Zhang. The monks who can cause small thunder tribulations must be at least the sixth level of perfection or above. Since the immortal descended to earth five thousand years ago, he has redefined the pattern and rules of the lower world. Every five
Hundreds of years of rising spiritual energy are not enough for monks and demon cultivators to advance to the sixth level to take a small step forward.
Time and training resources do not allow it, and the spiritual energy and materials that sixth-level monks need to consume are too terrifying.
It can only be a great monk who was stranded in the lower world five thousand years ago. He woke up from some kind of imprisonment and deep sleep, and was exposed to the test of thunder and disaster from the sky. After passing it, he flew to the upper world and went to the place where he should go. He could not survive his death.
When the Tao disappears, one's cultivation will be returned to the world of heaven and earth, clean and tidy, and nothing will be owed to the two.
Zhang Wenfeng said with certainty: "It's a senior from Lingbao Temple, there is no mistake." He added: "After the incense ceremony at Lingbao Temple, I can draw a portrait of my senior as a souvenir."
It was inconvenient for him to describe the appearance and clothing of that senior to Zhou Fushi. Commenting on a senior who had ascended to the upper world was not done by a disciple, and was a disrespectful act. However, it was a disrespectful act to draw it with hand-painted brushwork and ink, which represented respect.
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There is a big difference between the two.
He also wanted to find out the identity of the senior in advance.
Zhou Fushi smiled and cupped his hands, suppressed the doubts in his heart, talked about everything, and pointed out the beautiful rivers and mountains along the way.
He successfully wiped out the invading overseas monks with the power of thunder and bought Dayi's various sects at least ten years. The burden on his shoulders was much easier.
At noon, the two flew to the Danxuan Mountains, five hundred miles away from the capital of Dayi, and landed in front of the famous Lingbao Temple Gate.
The mountains are stretching and majestic, and the white mist floats like jade belts.
As the ritual music played melodiously, the huge mountain-like stone gate rumbled to the side.
A group of Taoist priests in costumes walked out of the middle door and greeted Zhou Fushi, the great protector of Lingbao Temple, and Zhang Wenfeng, who came to visit. After a complicated etiquette, Zhou Fushi introduced Su Xianyuan, the host of Lingbao Temple, and Li Cheng, the superintendent of Lingbao Temple.
Wan Boqi, the peak master of Longhe Kaiyuan Peak, and the other dozen or so monks in the Free Realm only briefly introduced their surnames and positions.
Except for a few free-spirited monks who went to guard Lingxing Island, all the leading Taoist priests of Lingbao Temple were present.
Follow the old stone road with dense trees and wind straight up to the main peak of Lingbao.
Accompanied by everyone, Zhang Wenfeng walked into the main hall of the ancient and majestic Lingbao Temple to offer incense and worship, completed a set of rituals, and after half an hour moved to a side hall to serve tea.
Zhou Fushi left the host, Wan Boqi, the master of the prison and Kaiyuan Peak behind, and let the others go on their own.
He patiently talked about metaphysics, and after finishing three cups of tea, Zhou Fu began to rub his hands and said with a smile: "Junior brother Zhang, what do you think of painting here? How about finding another quiet place..."
The three of them looked at Zhou Fushi in surprise. With the senior brother's calmness, what on earth could be so urgent?
Zhang Wenfeng stood up with a smile and said: "This place is very nice, I'm sorry for you."
Zhou Fushi hurriedly took out the best rice paper from the storage space and arranged it himself. He set up felts on the table next to him, then laid out the rice paper. He also took out a set of painting tools and started grinding ink on the inkstone without letting the three of them interfere.
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Zhang Wenfeng held a long hair brush, dipped it in ink, dabbed it with water, splashed the ink and drew on the paper very quickly.
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baimengshu.
After drawing the head portrait, Wan Boqi said in surprise: "This is our ancestor, True Lord Merlin..."
There are portraits of ancestors enshrined in the main hall of Kaiyuan Peak where he is, and they can be recognized at a glance. However, the appearance of the ancestors depicted by Zhang Guanzhu is somewhat different from that in the yellowed ancient paintings, and the face shape is slightly sharper.
Zhou Fushi hurriedly pulled Wan Boqi aside and told the three people the whole story.
Wan Boqi frowned and said, "That's not right. True Lord Merlin went to the upper world five thousand years ago. There are precise records in the classics. There were dozens of people from the same sect who went to the upper world together. It is impossible for True Lord Merlin to stay in the lower world for five thousand years."
How long has it been? Even with the supervision of immortals, you can’t fake it.”
Zhou Fushi glanced at Guanzhu Zhang, who was still painting seriously, and said through a message: "I heard that there were many monks who witnessed the ascension of their predecessors seven years ago, including monks from Da'an and Daliang dynasties. Guanzhu Zhang cannot deceive us."
The prison guard muttered and transmitted the message: "After Zhang Guanzhu finishes the painting, let someone take the scroll and secretly look for the monks who witnessed the senior's ascension. If they identify it, they will know whether it is true or not. It just takes some time."
Wan Boqi sent a message and said: "It's inappropriate. This will harm Guanzhu Zhang. He can draw the portrait of True Lord Merlin. This matter is not simple. Maybe True Lord Merlin had other plans back then."
He was puzzled. The true form of his ancestor must have gone to the upper world. Could it be that he left behind a clone?
Before ascending, I didn’t even go back to the mountain gate. It was so strange.
The host suddenly reminded: "At the back of Kaiyuan Peak, the cave left by True Lord Merlin has been closed for five thousand years and has not been opened. Could it be related to this matter?"
Zhou Fushi said in a message: "It is very possible, according to what Zhang Guanzhu said, the imitation 'Tai Shang Xuanyuan Sword' on his waist was repaired and refined by the senior before going through the tribulation. Perhaps that sword is a token to open the cave?"
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The four of them deliberated for a long time, and when Zhang Wenfeng put away his pen, they gathered around again.
Wan Boqi looked at the scroll in which the Taoist priests were wearing "taoist robes of gold and silver threads" and were in high spirits. He basically had no doubts. Guanzhu Zhang had really seen his ancestors, otherwise he would not have been able to draw such a realistic charm, which made people feel like they were at first sight.
The awe-inspiring breath of a great monk.
It is even rarer than the ancient paintings collected by his family.
Zhou Fushi confessed his doubts to Guanzhu Zhang, and discussed asking him to go to the back mountain of Kaiyuan Peak to try to see if he could help Lingbao Temple open the cave left by True Lord Merlin back then, which was also the only cave that remained unopened.
Zhang Wenfeng was also very surprised. He was not the only one to see True Lord Merlin going through the tribulation. How come it is recorded in the classics that True Lord Merlin went to the upper world five thousand years ago? There must be some discrepancies in it.
He agreed to go to the back mountain of Kaiyuan Peak to have a look. The senior monk's behavior was unpredictable, maybe there was another hidden meaning?
Wan Boqi pointed at the scroll dripping with ink, raised his hand and said with a smile: "Boqi is very grateful for the hard work that Master Zhang has done in painting such a wonderful portrait. Please leave this painting at Kaiyuan Peak. I wonder if Master Zhang can agree?"
Zhang Wenfeng nodded and said with a smile: "As it should be, Master Wanfeng can just ask you to leave!"
"Thank you, thank you!"
Wan Boqi carefully held up the scroll, used Yuan Qi to protect the painting and bake it softly. He led everyone out of the side hall and flew towards Kaiyuan Peak. After a while, he landed on the top of Kaiyuan Peak. He went to the attic to store the scroll.
Choose an auspicious day, summon monks from the Kaiyuan Peak lineage to hold a grand ceremony, and then respectfully invite the portrait into the main hall.
The group was led by Wan Boqi along the path around the back mountain and arrived at the gate of an ancient cave mansion.
Zhang Wenfeng noticed that the Nine Stars Liuzhu worn on his left wrist covered by his sleeves was emitting a slight heat. He suddenly realized that the token that opened the Merlin Lord's Cave was the Nine Stars Liuzhu that no longer looked like before.
In other words, what he saw was True Lord Merlin himself.