"I don't have the final say on this matter. I don't know anything about the twelve pavilion masters. You should know that although I am called the chief pavilion, the chief pavilion master is responsible for all arrangements. I am just sent by the sect.
Manpower to oversee the situation." The man said calmly.
"Does the general cabinet know where the others are?" Yue Dewen asked.
"Of course I know. He is in the cabinet right now. It's just that he has been busy with something very important recently and can't be distracted. I don't know what it is specifically." The man replied. "You... want to see him?"
He paused and asked.
"Of course." Yue Dewen narrowed his eyes.
"Okay." The man clapped his hands. "Ice field."
"exist."
Outside the gate, a man wearing navy blue armor and a helmet shaped like a wolf's head walked in quickly and knelt on one knee.
"Take Headmaster Yue to Diyuan Hall. Before, I thought the Grand Pavilion Master should still be praying in front of the Earth Mother."
"As ordered." The man in the wolf-head helmet stood up and looked at Yue Dewen.
"Master Yue, please." His eyes were calm, as if he didn't care at all about Yue Dewen's reputation as the best master in the world.
"Thank you." Yue Dewen replied with a smile, and passed by the chief pavilion master with his hands behind his back.
"I don't want what happened before to happen again." A voice as thin as a gnat penetrated into the ears of the chief pavilion master. He was the only one who heard it.
"It's probably just a misunderstanding." the chief minister replied.
"I hope so." Yue Dewen slowly followed Bingyuan out of Wanjun Hall, and his back gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.
The others completely disappeared, leaving only the chief pavilion master standing there.
He stood silently for a while, as if thinking about something.
It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that he walked forward step by step and sat on a stone chair that was as wide as a giant's seat. It was silent and silent, just like a real stone carving.
There was a rumble.
The stone door in the lobby began to close slowly, and the moment the crack in the door was completely closed.
Suddenly, the corners of his mouth under his helmet twitched slightly, showing a strange arc.
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Early April.
Outside Fushan City.
In the palace of the Grand Master of the Taoist Church of Shan Province.
Zhang Rongfang looked downcast as he walked into the deserted Kuandao Palace.
The Taoist palace was silent except for a white-haired old Taoist, sitting quietly in front of the incense burner in the center of the Taoist temple, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
The old Taoist had fair hair and a childlike face, and his complexion was rosy and shiny. At this moment, he felt someone approaching, and he slowly opened his eyes. There was a clear sense of seeing through the world in his eyes.
"It turns out that Taozi is here in person. I missed the welcome from afar, but I hope you can forgive me." The old Taoist breath was calm and he spoke.
The surrounding wind blew the fallen leaves, making a hissing sound on the ground, and the calm voice of the old man gave people a more peaceful feeling.
"Are you waiting for me here specifically?" Zhang Rongfang frowned. He sensed that there was no movement from the second person near the Dao Palace around him.
There is only the breath of life in the man in front of me. To be precise, not even a mouse can feel it.
"Yes." The old Taoist smiled and nodded, "The poor Taoist Spirit Turtle is the only one left here to deliver the message. He is here just for Taozi."
"What's the master's explanation?" Zhang Rongfang understood instantly.
"The Headmaster expected that you would definitely come here, so he ordered me to wait here." Linggui replied, "The Headmaster made it clear that we cannot avoid the red scarf thugs, but as long as Daozi stays in his stronghold, there will be no
More trouble.”
"Master, why do you dare to be so sure?" Zhang Rongfang was shocked.
"The old Taoist doesn't know about this." Ling Gui shook his head. "The master only ordered me to leave these words, please rest assured and live in seclusion. In addition, if you need money and food, you can borrow it here."
He took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it out tremblingly.
Zhang Rongfang stepped forward, took the note, and looked at it. There was an unfamiliar address written on it. It was in a barren mountain in Shan Province.
"They are all gone?" He put away the note, knowing in his heart that Master Yue should have expected the red scarf thugs.
"Yes... they have all left." The turtle nodded. "Daozi, now that you have found this place, you must have understood what it means to be unable to support a tree alone."
It's hard to support a tree alone....
yes.
Zhang Rongfang's heart sank slightly.
These days, he is indeed extremely powerful on his own. Even the Grand Master dares to challenge him. The outcome is unknown.
But many times, no matter how strong a person is, there will always be times when he is unable to do anything at all.
Just like now, he needs people to prepare medicine, food, meat, etc. These things and materials are not transported from one place alone. They are scattered and gathered from various places.
When something goes wrong somewhere, he can go and solve it himself.
But when trouble happened everywhere, he was in a hurry. Even at this moment, he was too late to put out the fire and lost a lot of his men.
Master Yue seemed to have arranged everything, but what he didn't know was that what Zhang Rongfang needed was not just some food, but also specially prepared materials for refining the Bigu Pill.
Without special Bigu Pills, he would have to eat a lot of food every once in a while and have to defecate constantly.
In this way, you can't do anything, and you will spend the whole day eating and excreting.
"Daozi seems to understand, and so does the headmaster." Ling Gui sighed, "Back then, the headmaster also suffered the same losses as Daozi. Afterwards, he learned from the pain and determined to control the power and cultivate masters. He even put down his face.
Go and get close to Yuxu Palace Master’s uncle.”
As he was talking, he suddenly started coughing, and the sound became louder from a dry cough to a phlegm sound.
"You didn't worship God?" Zhang Rongfang was slightly stunned.
He opened the property bar and looked at the other party.
'Linggui Taoist - Life 4-49.'
When he saw the lower limit of life, he was also a little stunned.
This is the first time he has seen someone with such a low minimum health limit and such a high upper limit.
What is the concept of forty-nine!?
Many literary masters have undergone major repairs, and their health points are only close to 30 in the Nascent Soul stage.
And forty-nine, it must be that the body's innate life limit is high, and then coupled with the extremely high level of literary skills, the two are superimposed to reach such a state.
This is almost second only to the previous level of Taoist Qingxiao.
Taoist Qingxiao also practices martial arts, and his life has reached more than forty points.
And the old spirit turtle in front of me has reached more than 40 points in purely literary training.
At least Zhang Rongfang's dark-light vision did not find traces of martial arts practice on his body.
"Are you dying?"
Zhang Rongfang suddenly spoke up.
"Ahem..." The spirit turtle smiled, "You have noticed it. Yes...when you are old enough and you have lived long enough, it is time to die."
He wanted to stand up, but his legs seemed to have shrunk and he had no strength. He tried twice, but still couldn't get up.
So he smiled bitterly.
"It makes you laugh, and you can still get up in the morning... This life is really boring... When you get old... you can't do anything."
"Why don't you worship the gods?" Zhang Rongfang asked in a deep voice. "Your literary skills should be very high. If you worship the gods during the Nascent Soul stage, you should be able to extend your life for a long time, right?"
"Why don't you worship gods? The Taoist religion...has too many major cultivation of literary skills. Taozi, you call it, a well-fed man doesn't know a hungry man is hungry." Linggui shook his head gently, "Worshiping gods will only change qualitatively when refining gods.
Before God, you can only be considered ordinary. What level you can worship depends entirely on your contribution to the sect."
He paused.
"Besides, the number of places to worship gods is limited... A bad old man like me can't do anything. Even if he worships gods, what's the use? After age, the energy and blood will decline, and there will be no point in doing anything.
.Literary skills can only offset the decline of Qi and blood caused by old age, nothing more."
"That's right." At this point, Linggui continued: "The master sent a message to me, asking Pindao to tell Daozi that the person who pretended to be you has disappeared. From now on, Zhang Yingdaozi has been arrested for what happened before.
The master executed it himself, and now there is no more trace in the world. In the future, please pay attention when remembering your registration number."
"Okay..." As Zhang Rongfang responded, various situations he encountered in the past few days kept flashing through his mind.
Riots are happening everywhere, supplies are in short supply, and resource transaction chains are broken. Nowadays, supplies are being used less and less.
Unless he gives up everything, no matter his subordinates, no matter his sister and brother-in-law, he only cares about himself. He doesn't care about the decrease in the speed of obtaining attribute points.
Otherwise...he must consider how to deal with the current situation.
how to respond?
Looking at the old man in front of him who is about to die.
A thought flashed through Zhang Rongfang's mind.
Bloodborn!
Isn't the Taoist Spirit Turtle in front of me an extremely suitable candidate among the blood descendants? Even before he died, he failed to get a place to worship the gods. At the end of his life, he completed his own mission and then waited quietly for death.
There must be resentment in his heart, right? Reluctance, resentment, and desire are all things that naturally occur in human nature.
Thinking of this, Zhang Rong's face moved slightly and he looked at the other party.
If he wanted to create a blood descendant, he would not be able to exchange blood all over his body like he did to Ding Yu. It was a treatment that was treated seriously by someone who valued him, and it was too time-consuming.
An outsider like the turtle in front of me can at most give him a little blood essence.
"Do you still want to live?"
Suddenly he asked aloud.
"?" After the spirit turtle finished speaking, he was ready to close his eyes and sit down peacefully.
But I didn't expect Zhang Rongfang to say such a sentence.
"If I could live without death, of course I would." Ling Gui smiled and said, "If not, I wouldn't have practiced literary skills for nearly a hundred years."
"If you can't worship God, you can't extend your life. I'm afraid no sect is willing to accept you as a person with exhausted Qi and blood, right?" Zhang Rongfang continued to ask.
"You are right. Worshiping gods requires a strong enough body. Nowadays, I am experienced..." Linggui smiled bitterly and did not continue.
"I have a way to keep you alive, but you need to do things for me as a reward. Are you willing?" Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice.
"...!? Could it be that you..." Upon hearing this, the turtle's eyes widened slightly, and the first thing that came to his mind was to worship God.
However, what makes Daozi so cautious is probably not worshiping Tianzun at all, but worshiping the gods of foreign religions. Could it be that Daozi actually...!?
"It's not what you think, it's not worshiping God." At this time, Zhang Rongfang gradually became clearer and made up his mind.
In any case, he needs to ensure that his progress cannot be slowed down and the safety of those around him cannot be compromised.
so...
"If Daozi can really do it, I am willing!" Taoist Linggui thought for a while and replied quickly.
He didn't want to die, he really didn't want to. If there was no other way, who would want to die without accomplishing anything?
"Well!"
Zhang Rongfang looked determined, stepped forward, approached, stretched out his hand, and pointed a finger at the center of the other person's eyebrows.
A drop of blood was forced out by him and seeped into the small wound between the opponent's eyebrows.
As soon as the drop of blood entered, it began to rapidly assimilate all the surrounding blood.