I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 994 Senior Brother

The expression can be fake.

Disdain can also be fake.

However, the other party's calmness as he sat down without restraint and picked up the teacup seemed real no matter how you looked at it.

This made Tai Jing doubt what his Taoist brother said.

The Taoist senior brother he mentioned was Emperor Tang An.

As members of the younger generation, the two had known each other for a long time, so greetings were inevitable.

Especially in the capital of this small secular dynasty, for them, they would meet each other every day.

It's just that they both tacitly agreed not to talk to each other in depth.

There was a hint of imperceptible doubt on Tai Jing's brow as he spoke.

Even if they are fellow Taoists or fellow disciples, it is taboo to talk about deep things with people you just met.

Lack of sense of propriety is a small matter, but if someone finds out your secrets, it may lead to big trouble.

He looked up and down at the red-haired monk in front of him.

The face is angular and square.

Implied bluish white.

One could see that the person who was speaking had quite sharp teeth, and in some places one could even see two rows of teeth. As for the red hair and double horns on top of his head, he didn't even need to look at them, as these two were relatively inconspicuous compared to the other features.

The whole body was surrounded by a haze so thick that it was hard to tell whether it was evil spirit or the abyss of heaven.

Lord Yan on the side smiled and did not refute Ghost Saint's words.

This made Tai Jing very strange.

Unable to figure out the details for a moment, he smiled and said, "Daoyou is open and free-spirited, I am not as good as you."

He said this while sipping his tea.

It is indeed as Ghost Saint said, the tea tastes delicious.

In particular, this unknown tea contains a strange yet gentle power that can benefit cultivators like him.

This made him even more confused.

It's good tea, good words, and a good attitude, but there is something wrong no matter how you look at it.

Unease was growing in Taijing's heart.

He thought carefully whether he had seen this person somewhere, or whether they could be of any use to this person.

Or, this person really treats everyone with a normal attitude as he seems to.

Unsure, Tai Jing bowed and said, "I am a disciple of Taiyi Sect. This is my junior sister. I should have come earlier to pay my respects to you, Senior. But I heard that you like quietness and I dare not disturb you. But you have great magical powers, and I am yearning for you. So I came here shamelessly to see if I have this opportunity."

Yan Tianjun nodded and said, "You are telling the truth."

The three people, each with their own thoughts, did not take the initiative to speak about the real business.

The little girl in the green skirt looked around.

I wanted to say something, but stopped after seeing the suggestive look from my senior brother.

I picked up the teacup like an adult, but after just one sip, I grimaced in pain at the bitterness.

Because of his senior brother, he had to shut up and slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

Tai Jing was prepared to listen to what Tianjun had to say next, but when he saw that there were only two words, he almost understood that the other party did not want to pass it on.

That's true, after so many years, Taoism and Buddhism have not received any inheritance, and the Ancient Immortal Tower has been making efforts but to no avail. How could he possibly get favor by chance when he came to them?

Fortunately, I never had any hope, so I'm not too disappointed.

The Red-haired Ghost Saint pondered for a while, put down the teacup in his hand, and smoothed up his messy dark red hair, gathering it behind his head and tying it up casually. Then he said lightly: "The forbidden land of the gods will be restless in a few days, and things may get out of hand. You still have a child with you, so you should leave early."

Tai Jing was stunned and his brows suddenly furrowed.

"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."

"What's not done?"

The Red-Haired Ghost Saint's questioning forced Tai Jing to deal with it hastily.

He thought that everything would be fine if he just accepted the offer, but the other party kept on pestering him, clearly determined to get to the bottom of the matter and not give up until he achieved his goal.

This made Taijing feel helpless.

Thinking of what the Red-haired Ghost Saint had just said, Tai Jing felt that if there really was a chance to obtain the inheritance, maybe it would really work.

I just agreed and replied like that.

Tu Shanjun also realized that what he was asking about might be the sect's secrets, so he did not continue to ask but said, "Is Taihua okay?"

Tai Jing, who was secretly taking a deep breath, was suddenly stunned and asked with some doubt: "Who are you talking about, fellow Daoist?"

"Taihua."

Tu Shanjun pointed his finger at the table while speaking.

Stay suspended in the air and write down a name.

This time, Tai Jing heard and saw everything clearly. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the other party was Tai Hua’s old friend. No wonder his attitude towards them was so different.

The elegant Tai Jing smiled and bowed, saying: "Junior Brother Taihua is very talented, and now is the critical moment of refining the false and true."

"Fellow Daoist, do you know Junior Brother Taihua?"

"I don't know, fellow Taoist?"

Tai Jing's previous hesitation mostly disappeared, his expression relaxed, and he asked about Tu Shanjun's name.

There was no strange color in Tushanjun's eyes.

He had witnessed Taihua's talent and attainments with his own eyes. At that time, Taihua was able to force back Venerable Chuiyun with one sword strike. Later, he heard from Chuiyun that Taihua had seriously injured him with one sword strike.

That sword should have taken his life, but Taihua managed to save Chuiyun's life with his sword energy.

It's like tying a person to the edge of a cliff with a rope.

He knew that this person was no ordinary person and would become famous sooner or later.

"I do know him."

"That must have been hundreds of years ago."

A look of reminiscence flashed across the red eyes of the Red-haired Ghost Saint: "I will always remember that day!"

"My senior brother passed away, and there are internal and external troubles. The position of the head of the sect remains vacant. My useless disciple and his fellow disciples entered the hall where the jade statue of the founder and a group of spirit tablets are placed. They were arguing, and it seemed that they were not fighting for the position of the head of the sect, but in fact, it was indeed the position of the head of the sect."

Yan Tianjun remained calm because he had already guessed it.

Tai Jing had a bewildered look on his face, but he was still very interested in the encounter between this fellow Taoist and Junior Brother Taihua, so he did not interrupt.

He perked up with great interest.

“And then they insisted on asking me to come forward.”

"I don't want to be the boss." Tu Shanjun seemed to be in a dilemma again.

At that time, he could follow the original plan and let Yu Long take charge of the Zunhun Banner.

Then, relying on the sect's growth, he would give back to the sect. As the sect's ancestor, as long as every sect master held the soul flag, he would be able to sit firmly on the position of the sect's master.

However, at that time, no one in the sect could bear such pressure and responsibility.

"The Kunpeng Sect has been integrated and will soon be at the gates of the city."

"Venerable Chuiyun is in the late stage of Spiritual Transformation."

“I don’t even know how to win.”

"If I stay in the sect and resist stubbornly, all the disciples will be buried with me."

"Can't leave."

"Can't win."

Tu Shanjun sighed, looked at Tai Jing who was sitting at the opposite desk, and said leisurely: "They quarreled for a long time that day, and I couldn't do anything. At this time, a man came to the door. He was wearing a white robe, the same white robe as you."

"The white-robed monk broke into the Patriarch's Hall and asked about the person who founded the sect."

"He is dead."

"He passed away just now."

"The white-robed monk showed a sad look. He said his name was Xia Feng and he was Taiyi's senior brother. We could also call him Venerable Taihua!"

“Then he asked, who am I?”

"Who are you?"

Not to mention Taihua asked, Taijing, who was sitting across the table, was also staring at the Red-haired Ghost Saint who was telling the story with an expression of surprise, and couldn't help but ask that question.

He had 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 demon sage way:

"My name is Tushanjun."

"You can also call me the Great Saint of the Great Soul of the Beginning."

Tai Jing listened to this bizarre incident in amazement.

It's not like he hasn't seen those fellow junior brothers and sisters who were lost back then.

Some of them ended up wandering around and died.

There are also some who are protecting themselves and waiting for news from the sect.

Of course, there are also those heads and masters who founded the sect and developed it quietly.

There are many outstanding talents among them. After getting the response from the sect and establishing the connection with the main sect, they quickly became the true disciples of the sect. However, he has never seen any latecomer who has cultivated to this level.

Not to mention the great sage who can turn the fake into the real, even those who can become saints are rare.

According to the Red-haired Ghost Saint, a few hundred years ago was not a long time at all.

Because at that time Junior Brother Taihua was still in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

"division……"

Tai Jing opened his mouth for a long time, but couldn't say anything.

It feels awkward to call him senior brother.

Call him junior brother, it seems his cultivation is even stronger than mine.

"Why haven't I seen you in the main sect?" Tai Jing thought about it and finally asked this question.

It’s not that he looks down on the cultivators in small places. The more remote and barren the place is, the harder it is to produce great and advanced cultivators. The spiritual veins alone cannot support their consumption, and there is no support from natural 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 training and resources from the main sect, he might have become a powerful Taoist master who could stand on his own.

"I have never been to the Middle-earth Sect."

"why?"

"Taihua asked about my identity."

"I'll tell you the truth."

"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 how you feel.”

"If you think it's true, then it's true. If you think it's false, then it's false."

"When the false is made to appear true, the false becomes true; when the true is made to appear false, the true becomes false."

The girl in the green skirt listened to these words, shook her head and said, "Brother, I don't understand."

"You'll understand later."

Tu Shanjun did not show any surprise.

All cultivators who are able to attain the state of Void Refining will understand.

To refine the void is to refine the false and return it to the true.

If you want to complete the refining of falsehood, you really have to understand the truth and falsehood.

This is the true teaching of Lianxu.

Many monks don’t understand.

Just like Qiu Wandao also asked Taihua, and after Taihua spoke, he said that he didn’t understand, because he had not yet reached the level where he should understand this principle.

At this point, Tai Jing roughly understood what was going on.

He cupped his hands and said, "Brother."

"Senior brother."

Tushanjun returned the greeting.

Then he bowed and looked at the little girl in the green skirt next to him: "Junior sister."

The girl in the green dress looked confused, not knowing which senior brother in front of her was. However, she was polite and instinctively replied, "Hello, senior brother."

late.