Chongming looked at him blankly, all the doubts in his eyes quickly fading away.
Lingluo has that kind of special metal thread in her body, so she naturally knows about it.
But at this moment...she looked at the open wound, and the suspicion in her heart quickly subsided.
"I understand..." She still had many questions in her heart, but at this moment, it was enough to know that Zhang Rongfang was indeed not Lingluo.
The two talked for a long time before Chongming took the people away.
At this time, a discussion and negotiation about Zhang Ying was taking place in Tianbao Palace.
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The only people in Tianbao Palace who can truly be called high-level officials are the Chief Master, the Lord of the Third Palace, and the Lord of the Twelve Palaces.
In fact, although Tianbao Palace is the ancestral palace, there are still three palace owners who really manage it.
Rather than being a teacher.
What the headmaster Yue Dewen is really responsible for on weekdays is the twelve major events in each major province.
Tianbao Palace is just one part of his subordinates. Compared with other provinces and regions, the priority is not much different.
The three palace masters can only go to ask for instructions when there is a big event.
At this time, sitting in the Sanqing Hall of Tianbao Palace are the three palace masters and the twelve palace masters.
The three palace masters are Lin Qinghong, Fang Zhiyun, and Xie Ling.
The three of them were sitting on three lotus futons, and behind each of them were four palace masters.
Each of these palace masters represents many interest groups in the middle and lower classes of Tianbao Palace.
Lin Qinghong is now over eighty years old, but looks about sixty on the outside. He is a pure literary cultivator, and is now in the late stage of god training. He is protected by a super-grade spiritual master from Xuehong Pavilion.
But Xie Ling and Fang Zhiyun are different.
The two of them were martial arts practitioners, and then changed to literary arts. Now one of them is an excellent martial artist, in the late Yuan Ying stage.
The other martial arts is also superb, but his literary skills have reached the early stage of god training.
In the entire Tianbao Palace, they are the only two people who refine gods.
Therefore, Fang Zhiyun is actually the one with the highest comprehensive cultivation among the three.
At this time, he was waiting for a Taoist priest to hold a golden bell and gently ring it three times before waving to signal the uninvolved people to leave.
Beside the majestic statue of Hanshi Tianzun, which is more than ten meters high, a group of people were silent, waiting for Fang Zhiyun to speak.
"I'm calling you all together today because I just received a piece of news from Dong Zong."
He paused to check everyone's reaction.
After three breaths of silence.
Then he continued.
"This news is related to a spiritual envoy of the Golden Wing Tower, and it is also related to the current attitude of our Taoist Sect."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the other two palace masters suddenly condensed slightly, knowing the size and importance of this summons.
"Lao Fang, if you have anything to say, just say it. We are all our own people here." Xie Ling rubbed the age spots on her face and said weakly.
Lin Qinghong also stared at Fang Zhiyun, frowning slightly.
He was also curious about what would affect the position of the entire sect.
Fang Zhiyun did not hesitate immediately and explained Zhang Ying's dual identity to everyone one by one.
Not long after, he had just finished speaking, and Xie Ling immediately spoke up.
"Let's not talk about Zhang Ying's age. Since this person is the spiritual envoy of the Golden Wing Tower, he must have a lot of information about the Golden Wing Tower. Xizong will never let him go.
If we want to protect him, we are going against Xi Zong, and we will definitely be dragged into it."
"A thirty-five-year-old Jindan, ninth-grade... indeed has amazing talent, but it is not enough for us to intervene in the internal struggle of Buddhism." Lin Qinghong nodded in agreement.
Fang Zhiyun had already expected this result, and when he heard this, he sighed in his heart.
"In addition, we actually have to guarantor, which is easy to deal with. Because there is something quite special about Zhang Ying." He said solemnly.
"What's so special?" Lin Qinghong looked at the other party, somewhat curious.
"He doesn't know any martial arts from the Golden Wing Tower or any martial arts from the Dong Sect. He has been a follower of our Taoist Sect since he was born!" Fang Zhiyun answered seriously.
"So." He scanned his eyes, "I suspect that this person has a deep heart for Taoism and has no affiliation with Buddhist forces such as the Dong Sect. Plus, with his talent..."
"You don't know any Dongzong martial arts??" Lin Qinghong was shocked.
"Then how did he become a spirit envoy?"
"...I don't know about this...but as far as I know, this person hates evil as much as he hates it, is kind-hearted, and has extraordinary talents.
It can be seen from the fact that he is so talented and has not learned any Buddhist martial arts.
Moreover, this person has come all the way from Wushan to Dadu to seek enlightenment, which shows that he is sincere."
Fang Zhiyun said seriously.
"If we continue to turn away such a sincere person, wouldn't it mean that God does not want to accept him, but he will suffer the consequences. When the time comes, if we do not welcome him, we will suffer the consequences."
After hearing this, all the palace masters began to discuss in low voices.
Lin Qinghong and Xie Ling also looked thoughtful.
"But this moment is different from the past." Xie Ling shook her head slowly, "The East Sect is in a precarious situation and may collapse at any time. The West Sect is just following the trend.
In this sensitive period, we must not touch the slightest edge."
"Indeed, after all, who knows what the Dong Sect is thinking. Maybe they deliberately sent this person to sneak into my ancestral court in order to draw us into the vortex." Lin Qinghong also said.
Most of the palace masters agreed with this statement and nodded.
People seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
Fang Zhiyun sighed in his heart, indeed, protecting Zhang Ying would be of no benefit to everyone present.
But once the Taoism actually does this, there is indeed a risk of being involved.
If it is really involved, everyone present will be in danger.
It is harmful and useless, and naturally no one agrees with it.
Fang Zhiyun already had countermeasures for this.
"Actually, if we can accept a disciple with amazing talent, it will be beneficial to us in the future. Although this benefit is still far away and not very visible.
But...what if that photo is made anonymous and its identity changed?"
He looked at the people around him.
"This man has no trace of the Eastern sect in his martial arts, and no one can tell which side he is from.
Even if Xizong comes to our door, we can openly claim that this person was trained by us since childhood, but was later sent to the Golden Wing Tower to act as an undercover agent."
"It's impossible to hide this from Xizong." Xie Ling shook her head.
"As long as they can't get our real evidence, everything will be fine." Fang Zhiyun said seriously.
Although Taoism is peaceful to the outside world, its true foundation lies in the support from Lingting.
No matter what Xizong did, he would not dare to take action against them.
Just like the original Dongzong, it represented the supreme imperial power and no one could rule it.
"I don't agree." Lin Qinghong objected, "Furthermore, I suggest that Zhang Ying's martial arts and literary skills be verified immediately. He is at the ninth level of the Golden elixir and is only thirty-five years old... Let's check first and then talk about other things."
"It doesn't matter whether we verify or not, Dongzong won't offend us with this matter.
The main reason is that this matter is of too little benefit to us and does no harm. If this person has other intentions, he is just asking for trouble." Xie Ling objected.
"This matter is related to the sect's position. Geniuses like Zhang Ying, who are both civil and military practitioners, cannot make decisions just by us.
Since you all object, then I will apply to use my extra decision-making power once a year and send it to the headmaster for a decision." Fang Zhiyun said seriously.
Each palace lord will have additional decision-making power once a year.
That is to say, when three people disagree, they can apply to have the headmaster personally decide and make a decision.
But this power can only be used once a year.
"You still need to use your decision-making power for such a trivial matter? Alert the master?" Lin Qinghong said dissatisfied. "The master has many things to do, so he may not be able to see this happening."
"If the master replies with permission, he will stay.
If the reply is not allowed, or there is no reply.”
Fang Zhiyun paused.
"Then expel Zhang Ying."
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"Thirty-five years old?"
Yue Dewen looked at the application documents on the desk in front of him and picked his teeth slowly with a toothpick.
He crossed his legs, leaned back on a wicker chair, exposed his breasts, and wore a gray mandarin jacket and rag-like boxer shorts.
He had no children in his life, only Zhang Qingzhi, whom he adopted since childhood, was raised as his son.
It's a pity that he seems to be disabled when he grows up.
"Thirty-five years old, golden elixir, ninth grade, and crippled a super-grade foreign medicine, look at how awesome this guy is. Tsk, tsk, tsk." Yue Dewen shook his head in admiration.
This is a small farmyard outside Tianbao Palace.
Yue Dewen usually lives here when he has nothing to do. He spends his days leisurely, fishing and playing cards and chess. He occasionally goes out for an outing and brags and fights with his friends. His life is not too comfortable.
"When I was thirty-five years old, I was only at the highest level of foundation building, right? I didn't even form the elixir, so he just became the golden elixir?" Yue Dewen sighed.
"Dongzong, after it has dominated the world for a long time, it can always find good seedlings." An old voice nearby replied.
But only sounds were heard and no one was seen.
"That's true, but I'm only in the ninth level at the age of thirty-five, so my martial arts skills are a little late. Fortunately, the golden elixir should be able to increase the physical limit, and I should be able to sprint." Yue Dewen nodded.
"Then what are your plans? Fang Zhiyun also said that the goddess of heaven asked for a favor from Lihen Hall, and he almost died there back then. If Dongzong hadn't helped, he would definitely not be alive now." The old man asked in a deep voice.
"Me..." Yue Dewen touched his chin. "Favours will be considered separately. I will quietly save the little girl's life after a while, won't I pay it back?"
As for this Zhang Ying, this little favor is not enough to change the tilt of my entire sect. I don’t want to be jealous of His Majesty because of a small gain.”
"That's right. If you don't have any benefits, you won't be able to do it early. It's completely in line with your character." The old man mocked.
"That's right, that's right, you really understand me, hahahaha!" Yue Dewen became proud.
The two of them immediately stopped mentioning the matter, and Yue Dewen threw the document aside.
He stood up and moved his hands and feet.
"Let's go, let's go fishing. Do you dare to fight again!?"
"Haha, you have a defeated general, and you still dare to fight?" the old man said in a disdainful voice.
After walking out of the small courtyard, Yue Dewen casually took off a set of ordinary blue robes from the hook outside the wall, put it on his body, and strode away.
"Eh? Where are you going?" the old man said in a surprised voice. "That's not the fishing direction."
Yue Dewen waved his hand without looking back.
"The information says that this kid has a ninth-grade golden elixir at thirty-five. He hasn't allocated a lot of resources to train him. He relies entirely on talent. I don't believe it. I'll go and see for myself."
"See for yourself?"
"Haha, just because others can't tell how old I am, it doesn't mean that I, my old Yue, can't do it." Yue Dewen said disdainfully.
"I guess that kid must be fifty-three. He deliberately said backwards, "It's okay, it's okay. You go to the old place and wait for me. I'll be here in a minute. It only takes a while to pee."
As one of the most respected medical experts in the entire Great Spirit, he naturally would not just rely on rough methods like touching bones to measure age.