Sun God Champion

Chapter 61 Mysterious prophecy (seeking recommendation, monthly ticket, investment)

Qingzhou Wang Yangyu's mansion.

"Father, then Yang An has passed the 'independent' qualification assessment, should he still be targeted?"

Yang Mo asked cautiously.

After the king of Qingzhou returned to his mansion, he killed three servants alive.

Yang Mo didn't want to be the punching bag of King Qingzhou at this time, so he had to speak in a low voice.

"There is no need in the mansion, if it is passed, he is the hope of the clan, and the elders of the clan will not let him have an accident."

Qingzhou Wang Yangyu shook his head, and his face returned to calm.

"A junior, don't worry about him for now."

"It's you, improve your cultivation as soon as possible during this period, otherwise, you will know the consequences of not becoming innate when you become an adult."

"The child must practice hard, break through as soon as possible, and share the worries of the father."

"Okay, back off!"

night.

After Yang An asked the maid to leave, she lay on the bed.

Ever since he returned to the mansion, Yang An could always feel that every night, there were faint eyes in the mansion looking at his room.

In order to avoid trouble, he did not check with his divine sense.

He knows that there are masters of Taoism in this world, and ghosts can leave their bodies.

Lying down, Yang An was also thinking about the words of Elder Yang Shinan and Yang Yu, as well as the inexplicable hostility of King Qingzhou. .

After thinking for a long time, Yang An still didn't understand why he had so much malice because he had never offended King Qingzhou.

"Could it be that my identity is not simple?"

He couldn't understand this question for the time being.

With a slight thought, Yang An looked at the Lihuo panel.

He hasn't cleaned up the sundries in the space away from the fire.

These are the things he collected in the world of Mr. Zombie, most of which are valuables, and some are some books, calligraphy and paintings.

Spiritual consciousness swept towards these sundries one by one.

Suddenly, Yang An stopped.

He saw a line of writing on a landscape painting.

He was about to take it out, but stopped again.

Because of the first line above, he stopped.

"Don't take it out."

Yang An's consciousness continued to look down.

"At the end of the fifty-ninth year of Daqian, Yujing City, Xishan, Qiuyue Temple, Hong Yi, Sanhu Xiaoyao, in the Fox Cave, Wu Jingzang used to read thousands of books, which is beneficial to Taoism practice"

"It's strange to notice that something is missing in the middle, and something is missing in the back."

Looking at the intermittent messages, Yang An was a little confused.

The spiritual consciousness checked repeatedly, and found no problems.

After thinking about it, he planned to take out landscape paintings for research.

With a thought, this mysterious landscape painting appeared in his hands.

"Oh!"

"what!"

Landscape painting suddenly set itself on fire.

After subconsciously throwing it away, Yang An quickly used the fire-dispelling technique to put out the fire.

He wanted to see how amazing this landscape painting was.

It's just that the fire-dispelling technique didn't work.

Landscape painting continued to burn.

He got up to put out the fire with water, but stopped.

a breath.

Landscape paintings have been reduced to fly ash.

If it wasn't for the black ash on the ground, he would have thought it was an illusion.

"Master, what happened?"

The voice of the little maid Duo Er came.

"It's okay, I accidentally burned a painting."

With a move of consciousness, he brought a landscape painting on the wall into the Lihuo space.

"Squeak!"

"Master, are you alright?"

The little maid hurried into the house.

Seeing that Yang An was fine, he was relieved.

"It's okay, help me clean up the ashes on the ground."

"Okay, master, wait a moment."

The little maid ran out of the house.

Yang An took the opportunity to squat down, inspect the ash, picked it up and smelled it, but still didn't notice anything unusual.

After the little maid finished cleaning up and left, looking at the calm Yang An, her heart was beating rapidly.

He checked with his spiritual sense, and there was no second person in the house.

The self-immolation of the landscape painting reminded him of one thing.

Since ancient times, sacred words, apocalypse, oracle, prophecy and other things have been difficult to record on paper, and have to be carried by divine objects.

Holy words, apocalypse, oracle, and prophecies recorded on ordinary rice paper will burn themselves and cannot be extinguished.

"So, that's a prophecy!"

Yang An was shocked.

"It's the end of the fifty-seventh year of Daqian. Is the above information a prophecy two years from now?"

"Yujing City, Xishan, Qiuyue Temple, Hong Yi, the Three Foxes, in the fox's cave, the Wujing is stored in the past, and reading thousands of books is beneficial to Taoism practice."

"Could it be that the prophecy refers to the past Amitabha scriptures of the Great Chan Temple?"

"Is the last sentence a reminder?"

Yang An guessed, feeling hard to calm down.

He felt that his guess should not be wrong.

"Yujing, Xishan, Qiuyue Temple, Hong Yi, Fox Demon."

"Could it be that the royal family didn't get the past Amitabha Sutra from the Great Chan Temple?"

With so much information on the Feng Shui painting, it seems that someone left it for him on purpose.

The handwriting is very standardized, and it is impossible to tell who left it.

Recalling back to the memory after Daqian, Yang An didn't find anything strange.

As for the world of Mr. Zombie, he can confirm that when he collected this landscape painting, he checked it with his spiritual sense, and there was nothing strange about it.

When he took this painting, he was almost leaving the world of Mr. Zombie, and he didn't meet any expert before he left.

Furthermore, he also didn't believe that Mr. Zombie's world could have such an expert who broke boundaries and predicted the future.

Looking back on what happened after the return, I still didn't find any doubts.

Lihuo Dimension, thinking of this, it is possible that an unknown expert is reminding him.

Thinking of this, Yang An quickly stopped thinking.

No matter which big boss gave him the prophecy, he has no ability to resist at this moment.

Yang An had many doubts in his heart, and he knew that he had to go to Yujing City to answer all these.

"It looks like I have to go to Yujing City."

Yang An murmured.

Yang An had given up on joining the Da Luo faction in his heart, he wanted to choose a sect in Yujing City so that it would be convenient for him to carry out activities.

Lying in bed, tossing and turning, having trouble falling asleep.

That night, Yang An slept very restlessly.

In Yujing City, in a remote small courtyard in the northwest corner of Marquis Wuwen's Mansion, a [-]-year-old emaciated boy is reading at night with the lamp on, and is working hard for the Spring Enke of the coming year.

In the entire Marquis of Wu Wen's mansion, only this man has loose skin and muscles, weak muscles, and looks like a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken.

This is rather strange.

Not long after Dagan established the country, he fought and did not repair.

Although he has recuperated and recuperated in recent years, in Daqian, even traffickers and pawns can protect themselves with one or two hands, with strong skin and flesh.

In Marquis Wuwen's mansion, all the servant girls have martial arts cultivation to protect themselves.

It is very strange that there is a man who has no martial arts cultivation and no strength to restrain a chicken in the huge Wuwenhou Mansion.

Especially if this person is still a scholar.

Hard-working scholars, which one can't do it with one or two hands.

"The sky sees itself and the people see it, and the sky listens to the people itself"

The young man read the contents of the book seriously.

After the young man finished reading, he opened his mouth and said:

"In the spring of the coming year, you must pass the examination for scholar talents before you can continue the examination for Juren and Jinshi. Otherwise, how can you justify your dead mother's status."

As the young man spoke, his tone became very firm.

He picked up a new book and continued to read.

At this time, someone outside the house was kicking the door.

"Hey, Hong Yi, I've told you that you are not allowed to read aloud at night, it makes everyone in the house unable to sleep because of the noise."

A young girl of thirteen or fourteen scolded unceremoniously.

"It's time to sleep."

Hong Yi replied.

Hearing the people outside the house leave, Hong Yi's hands were still clutching his arms tightly, scratching bloodstains.

After a moment of silence, he stood up and extinguished the candle.

The house was plunged into darkness.

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