Sun God Champion

Chapter 117 In vain, layout, burning incense in a lonely grave

Outside the capital of Daganyu.

West Hills.

Qiuyue Temple.

Xishan is a big mountain outside Yujing City, with a radius of nearly a hundred miles.

The mountain is not too high, but there are many trees and weeds in the mountain.

The jungle is dense, the terrain is complex, and there are many mountains.

When Yang An walked forward, he saw flowing springs and waterfalls in the mountains, and also encountered rocky mountains and forests.

There are many wild beasts in the forest, and Yang An ignored them when he encountered them.

After an hour or so, Yang An finally arrived at his destination, a small temple not far from the foot of the mountain.

Yang An walked over, it was a very ordinary temple, somewhat dilapidated.

When I walked into the temple, there was an ordinary old monk guarding it.

There are traces of martial arts practice on his body, but they are very ordinary, and he can barely be regarded as a martial arts student.

But he is too old, and his combat power is not estimated to be high.

After Yang An gave the old monk a few strings of incense money, he wandered around the temple.

It was Lixia, and the temple was green.

Let this ruined temple look a bit alive.

Yang An was not surprised either. Since the Great Zen Temple was destroyed, Buddhist temples have declined one by one.

On the contrary, Taoist sects are rising, and Taoist temples are getting newer and bigger.

Qiuyue Temple is not big, so after a while, Yang An walked around the whole temple, and his spiritual sense followed suit, but unfortunately he didn't see anything special.

His consciousness can now be extended fifty meters away. In this temple, every place has been carefully checked.

In the temple, apart from a few ordinary Buddhist scriptures, there is nothing special about it.

There is not even a single book of martial arts such as "Martial Arts".

In the temple, after eating a bowl of plain noodles, Yang An looked around.

According to the prophecy, since it is not in the Qiuyue Temple, it may be in the fox cave.

Yang An left Qiuyue Temple and continued to search.

We found several beast caves, but in each of them, there was nothing but beasts, not to mention books.

Yang An looked for it, and suddenly stopped.

He saw a familiar figure.

A young man in a green shirt knelt in front of the solitary grave to burn incense.

Yang An thought for a while, removed the disguise on his body, and walked over.

"Brother, may I have seen a fox nearby?"

Yang Anji asked first.

The incense-burning boy turned his head slowly, and it was Hong Yi who had met Yang An last time.

He glanced at Yang An and shook his head.

"No, if you continue walking into the mountains, you should be able to see the beast."

Hong Yi pointed to Xishan.

"What I'm looking for is not an ordinary beast, but a spiritual demon."

After Yang An finished speaking, he stared at Hong Yi.

Hong Yi frowned and continued to shake his head.

"You don't talk, you have strange powers, you are joking, where are the monsters in the world!"

Hong Yi replied displeased.

"Brother, you don't believe that there are demons in the world, so why do you mention demons in the scriptures?"

Yang An asked back.

"The sages just borrowed things to clarify their hearts. The so-called demons are full of temptations. Get rid of the temptations and finally achieve something."

Hong Yi thought for a while and said.

"Dagan once sorted out the "Tao Jing" and "Wu Jing". Have you heard of this?"

Yang An didn't talk about ghosts, but asked about "Tao Jing" and "Wu Jing".

Hong Yi nodded.

"I heard."

"The "Tao Jing" and "Wu Jing" also have records of demons and ghosts, and the martial arts practice skills are even created by monsters."

"This is not clear to me."

Hong Yi shook his head blankly.

"Dao Jing" and "Wu Jing" have been banned by the imperial court and listed as banned books.

In Marquis Wu Wen's mansion, he has never been given the methods of martial arts and spiritual cultivation.

"Brother, who is sweeping the grave for?"

Yang An looked at Gufen and asked.

This tomb is too simple, a few stones, a piece of wood, not even the name engraved on it.

"It's the biological mother."

There was a sad look on Hong Yi's face, which was the pain in his heart.

"Sorry, sorry."

Yang An apologized.

"I haven't asked my brother's name yet."

Yang An looked at Hong Yi and asked.

"Hong Yi."

Hong Yi put away the sadness on his face and burned paper in front of the grave.

"I'm next to Yang An."

Yang An clasped his fists and said.

"Yang An! You are Yang An who wrote famous poems and articles through the ages."

Hong Yi called out, feeling very familiar, and suddenly remembered the name.

In the Hong residence, he also heard Hong Xuejiao and others talking about Yang An's deeds many times.

Looking at Yang An, his eyes were piercing.

"If Yu Jingcheng didn't write an eternal article for the second time, it would be next."

Yang An replied without changing his expression.

"I didn't expect Brother Yang to appear here. Isn't today the day when the Daoist Sect will be ranked in the exam?"

Hong Yi said, showing suspicion.

"The list is out, I am not talented, and I am number one on the four lists."

Yang An said lightly.

"As for coming here, didn't you just ask Brother Hong when you met him?"

"Brother Yang An really came here to look for the fox demon?"

Hong Yi looked hesitant.

"Exactly, my practice has hit a bottleneck, and I need to use the blood of the fox demon to refine auxiliary medicine to break through."

Yang An said.

This is not a lie, he knows several methods of refining medicine with the blood of fox demons.

However, all of these require a relatively high strength of the fox demon to be useful.

"I see."

Hong Yi nodded.

He has never practiced martial arts, but he also knows that martial arts requires a lot of resources.

"Brother Hong should be from Wuwenhou Mansion!"

Seeing Hong Yi's vigilant expression, Yang An continued.

"Don't get me wrong, last time at the Liyuan Poetry Contest, I saw Brother Hong following Wuwenhou Second Miss Hong Xuejiao, so I guessed that Xiongtai is from Wuwenhou."

After hearing this, Hong Yi recalled his last trip to Liyuan.

He glanced at Yang An's eyes, and instantly remembered.

Because Yang An's eyes left a deep impression on him.

However, last time he didn't know that this person was Yang An.

"I didn't expect Hong Yi to have a relationship with Brother Yang."

Hong Yi smiled bitterly.

"Since this is the grave of Brother Hong's birth mother, shall I offer a stick of incense to Brother Hong's birth mother?"

Yang An said, looking at Hong Yi.

Seeing this, Hong Yi nodded happily.

"Brother Yang gave birth to the next birth mother, and the birth mother should be very happy."

Hong Yi knew that Yang An, who was known as the future saint, was expected to become a saint.

When Hong Xuejiao and the others talked about Yang An, they all showed expressions of admiration.

Such a person is willing to offer incense to his biological mother

It doesn't get any better than this.

"Brother Hong's biological mother can have a parent-child incense every year, and she should be very happy when she is under the Nine Springs."

After Yang An burnt the incense, he said with emotion.

"It's just the duty of being a child."

Hong Yi replied.

"I want to offer incense to my biological mother, but I don't know where to go?"

Yang An thought about his parents in his previous life, his biological mother directly dissected his body after having him, and his biological father directly threw him into the Qingzhou clan, and directly used secret methods to unite his body and soul, and laid out plans on him.

After Yang An finished speaking, he sighed.

"Brother Yang hasn't seen his biological mother?"

Hong Yi asked in surprise.

"I've never seen it before. As long as I can remember, I've been alone. Fortunately, my family has raised me, and I'm lucky enough to survive until now."

Yang An said with a wry smile.

His background is not much better than Hong Yi.

The layout of the biological father and the autopsy of the biological mother.

Ever since he showed signs of rising, King Qingzhou and others planned to kill him.

"Ah! I didn't expect Brother Yang to have such a background."

Hong Yi widened his eyes.

The high-spirited demeanor on Yang An's body can't be seen at all.

"Brother Hong, have you stayed here before, have you heard the rumors of fox demons haunting you?"

Yang An asked again.

This is very important, related to the chance of prophecy.

Hong Yi shook his head.

"To be honest, Brother Yang, if you hadn't told me, I would have thought that the rumor about monsters was just a fabricated legend."

"It seems that I was deceived by that unscrupulous businessman."

Yang An shook his head helplessly.

"Perhaps there will be fox demons in the western mountains. Few people pass by in the mountains, so it is more dangerous."

Hong Yi continued.

If Yang An got the news, there might be a fox demon in the mountains.

He would come to Qiuyue Temple in Xishan for a period of time every year, but he had never entered the mountain.

One is that he has no martial arts, and the other is that he has no need to enter the mountain.

"Well, thank you, Brother Hong, let's go down to the mountain and have a look."

Yang An cupped his fists and left directly.

After Hong Yi watched Yang An leave, he continued to burn paper.

Before Yang An left, he searched around the lonely grave with his spiritual sense, but found nothing.

"Is this an opportunity that hasn't come yet?"

Yang An walked towards the west mountain.

He probably searched all over the periphery, but found nothing useful.

I can only continue to search in the mountains.

Along the way, Yang An stepped on the clouds and the wind, and after half an hour, he would meditate and rest.

The physical consumption is not much, but the consumption of spiritual consciousness and mana is a bit high. Stopping to meditate is to restore the mana in the body.

Fortunately, there is the Nine-Aperture Golden Elixir, otherwise it would take a long time to recover the consumed mana.

For more than three hours, Yang An had searched all over the mountain with a radius of hundreds of miles, but unfortunately he didn't find what he was looking for.

He found several plants of last year's medicine, and he took them into the Lihuo space.

When Yang An went down the mountain, the sky gradually darkened.

After thinking about it, he was not in a hurry to return to Yujing City.

He told Yang Heze and the others to keep everything as usual.

In the Zhenyun Pavilion, he would read books in the room in the afternoon, practice "Original Sin Ancient Nervousness", and usually did not show up.

He didn't show up until the next morning.

It was getting late at this time, and he didn't plan to enter Yujing.

Furthermore, when a few people met Hong Yi, the person above the prophecy, he naturally continued to get in touch.

Go back to Qiuyue Temple, donate a few strings of incense money, and stay in Qiuyue Temple for one night.

The old monk took him to the guest room, and sure enough, Hong Yi was reading a book by a candle in the courtyard.

The old monk pointed to a room and left.

"Brother Hong, we meet again."

Yang An knocked on the door, looked at Hong Yi with a smile and said.

"Brother Yang is back, I don't know if the trip went well."

Hong Yi put down the book and asked.

"The rumors are wrong. After entering the mountain for a long time, no trace of the demon was found."

Yang An shook his head, and at Hong Yi's invitation, he walked into the room and sat down.

"It was getting late when we left the mountain, so we can only stay here for one night. Brother Hong won't go home after sweeping his biological mother's grave?"

"When sweeping the grave every year, I will live here for a period of time to guard the grave, so that I can study with peace of mind."

Hong Yi thought of the family matter, and replied lightly.

His life in Hong Mansion was not satisfactory.

"So that's how it is. There is peace in the mountains, where you can guard the grave, read quietly, and stay away from the noisy crowd."

Yang An nodded.

"No one asks questions during the ten-year cold window, which is also the norm for scholars. There are only a few people who can persevere. If Brother Hong can go to the mountains and study away from the hustle and bustle, he will definitely achieve something."

Yang An continued.

"Brother Yang was joking. I'm not as good as what Brother Yang said. It's just that there are many things at home, so I hide and study."

Hong Yi blushed and explained.

Yang An's evaluation is not low, especially Yang An has the name of a future saint, what he said is even more convincing.

"Young man, speak boldly and set up big ambitions. Brother Hong should be more confident."

Yang An suggested.

"Young man, speak boldly and set up big ambitions. Brother Yang's words are good."

"I, Hong Yi, will definitely become a scholar next year, and I will become a Juren at the age of [-]. I will pass the Jinshi examination and let my biological mother enter the ancestral temple."

Hong Yi was moved by Yang An's words and couldn't help shouting.

After shouting, Hong Yi blushed and was very excited.

"Brother Yang won't laugh at my ambition?"

Hong Yi looked at Yang An and asked.

"No, there is no problem in making a resolution for your loved ones."

"If you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world. How much ability you have, how many things you can do."

Yang An shook his head and said.

"If you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world. Brother Yang's every sentence is full of true meaning. It is no wonder that he can write famous poems and articles through the ages."

While admiring Hong Yi, he said with emotion.

He has read a lot of books, but he can't make such a poem at all.

"It's nothing more than the truth read in the book. If you read more, you can make it."

Yang An poured a glass of water and took a sip.

"It can be written, but if it can compare to Brother Yang's poems and articles, then it is very human."

Hong Yi retorted.

He has been studying for many years, so he can naturally compose poems and articles.

But if you want to write beautiful poems and articles, you need more than just read more books.

Inspiration, opportunity, and writing skills are all indispensable.

In the end, a little bit of luck is required.

"Brother Hong, if you continue to boast, I'm ashamed to stay any longer."

Yang An said with a smile.

Hong Yi nodded with a smile, sweeping away the unhappiness encountered in Marquis Wuwen's mansion.

"Let me see that your skin and flesh are loose, your muscles and bones are strong, but you don't have any force in your body."

Yang An glanced at Hong Yi and asked.

"That's right, my father wanted me to take the imperial examination, but didn't teach me to practice martial arts."

Hong Yi said with a wry smile.

"Using martial arts to rule the world, it's really rare to see brother Hong Yi who hasn't learned martial arts."

"Hey, to tell you the truth, Brother Yang, the mistress and the others are not allowed to practice martial arts, nor to watch martial arts classics, so I can only study."

Hong Yi had a good chat with Yang An, maybe the same biological mother passed away, or maybe their backgrounds are a bit similar, Yang An gave him a good feeling.

Therefore, he did not hide Yang An's situation.

At the same time, I also want to see Yang An's reaction.

If he wanted to make friends with Marquis Wuwen's mansion, he could dispel the other party's idea.

"It's a pity that a good boy doesn't practice martial arts. I have a way to strengthen my body and become a leather warrior. Brother Hong is willing to learn."

Yang An stood up, slapped the table, and said loudly.

"Brother Yang is willing to teach, of course I am willing, I wonder what conditions Brother Yang has?"

Hong Yi was naturally not stupid, if someone was willing to teach him martial arts, he would naturally not give up and asked openly.

"If I say no conditions, it's just that I hit it off with Brother Hong."

Yang An looked calm.

"Brother Hong is only in a difficult situation temporarily, and the martial arts practice methods in the early stage are not precious."

Yang An continued.

"In that case, thank you Brother Yang."

Hong Yi cupped his fists and thanked him.

Regardless of Yang An's purpose, martial arts practice is indeed what he lacks most now.

Yang An stretched into his bosom, took out "The Great Strength of the Bull Demon" from the Lihuo space, and handed it to Hong Yi.

(End of this chapter)