The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 185
At the foot of Qingyangguan Mountain, a group of passers-by dressed as wealthy businessmen were walking towards the mountain on the only path up the mountain.

The leader is a middle-aged man, dressed in a satin gown of bird gold, all embroidered with gold silk, with a thin body and an ancient appearance. He wears a gold silk glove on his left and right hands, not showing a little bit of skin.There was a deepness in the eyes, as deep as a pool of water, with an unpredictable sense of alienation.

If there is a wealthy Luoyang businessman here, he should be able to recognize that this person is the chairman of the Luoyang Chamber of Commerce, Rong Fengxiang who is known as the richest man in Luoyang.

Following Rong Fengxiang is his daughter Rong Jiaojiao.

Rong Jiaojiao is only twenty years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a fair complexion. She wears a pink rose-scented tight-fitting gown with sleeves and a green smoked gauze skirt. The waist is tied into a bow with gold silk soft smoke. The jasper-chan phoenix hairpin is inserted low and obliquely, showing a slender figure that is alluring and seductive.

"Father, what happened that made you rush to bring people to Jingshi Mountain regardless of the banquet of Wang Shichong who stayed behind in Luoyang?"

Rong Jiaojiao stepped forward quickly, caught up with Rong Fengxiang and asked.

People in Luoyang only know that Rong Fengxiang, the chairman of the Luoyang Chamber of Commerce, is a wealthy businessman, but they don't know his secret identity, that he is a Taoist who is truly preaching the magic sect.

Pichen raised his head and looked at the winding mountain road, and said lightly: "Laojun Guan received a letter, your master passed away three days ago, and this visit is to express condolences."

Rong Jiaojiao frowned: "The master is not yet sixty years old, how can he go to immortality?"

As long as she can remember, Pichen has been stationed in Luoyang all the year round, and the only time she took her back to the Laojun Temple was ten years ago, so she has very little impression of the Laojun Temple, and she can hardly remember the young-looking Patriarch Clear looks.

However, Laojunguan's Kung Fu is based on the dual cultivation of men and women, and has always paid attention to health preservation. Not to mention longevity, it is easy to live to the age of eight or ninety.

Pi Chen shook his head: "It didn't say in the letter that when he saw Master last time, his Taiyin Elemental Kung Fu had already been cultivated to No.17 level, and his kung fu was involved in good luck. He should have at least 30 years of life span."

Rong Jiaojiao rolled her eyes, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Father, you are the first disciple of Laojun Guan. If the ancestor goes away, wouldn't you be the next temple master?"

These years old Junguan's external affairs are handled by representatives of Bichen, and he even has the title of the Eight Great Masters of the Demon Sect outside of the Demon Sect.

Rong Jiaojiao instantly thought that if Pichen took over Laojunguan, wouldn't Laojunguan's assets in Luoyang all become its own.

Who would have thought that upon hearing Rong Jiaojiao's words, Pichen's face would darken instead: "Hmph, Master, he is so confused, he even passed the temple's token to a boy surnamed Song before he died."

He also had eyes and ears in the temple of Laojun, and the first time he learned of Song Wenshao's death, he also learned that Song Wenshao had given the token of the temple master to Song Xing.

Rong Jiaojiao rolled her eyes, and after realizing it, she showed a surprised expression: "Father, you mean that the master passed the master to the young apprentice?"

The thin and small boy she saw when she came to Laojun Temple ten years ago appeared in her mind.

When her father asked her to call the young man Shishu, she was surprised for a long time.

Pichen snorted coldly, and said: "I think the master was confused before he died. Even if he loves the little apprentice, how can he be so capricious in matters of the sect?"

True preaching has always been weak among the eight major sects of the Devil's sect. If he hadn't been cautious and careful outside these years, Laojunguan would have been annexed by the Xieji sect long ago.

Originally thought that after Song Wenshao's death, it was a certainty that he would be the master of Laojun Temple, but things turned out to be unexpected.

Song Wenshao died unexpectedly, and before he died, he even passed the token of the temple master to the youngest disciple, so how could he not be annoyed as a senior brother.

After learning the news, he didn't even care about Wang Shichong's banquet, and rushed back with Rong Jiaojiao and the others without stopping.

Rong Jiaojiao also seemed a little annoyed when his wishful thinking failed, "Father has worked so hard for Laojunguan all these years, but in the end the position of Guanzhu has been taken advantage of by outsiders, and Song's surname is just a young boy, how can He De sit in that seat! "

Pichen looked sternly, and said coldly: "When people are old, they always like to listen to some sweet words. We have not been watching these years, so it is naturally difficult to please Master."

"If the master is still alive, I will naturally give him some courtesy, but now, I will let him know that among the holy gates, only strength is the most important."

When Song Xing was adopted by Song Wenshao, Pichen had already left his teacher and was sent to Luoyang to preside over secular affairs. When they came here on weekdays during festivals, the two of them appeared to be quite affectionate.

But now that it involves fundamental interests, the mere friendship between teachers and brothers is naturally not worth mentioning.

Rong Jiaojiao didn't question his father's words, and as one of the eight masters of the Demon Sect, Bichen naturally had the confidence to speak like this.

A young man who grew up in a temple and had never seen much of the world, she didn't think she could compete with Bichen for the position of the temple master.

If he is knowledgeable, everyone will be happy, but if he is not, then naturally there is a way to make him become knowledgeable.

Talking in their mouths, the few people walked very fast, and soon reached the Qingyang Temple on the top of the mountain.

Daoist Taoist in Guanzhong naturally knew Bichen, and soon welcomed several people into the temple.

Pichen came to the hall with his own way, and bumped into Song Xing who came out.

Song Xing saluted Pichen and said, "Senior Brother, you are back."

Pichen took a few steps forward to support Song Xing, with a sad expression on his face: "Junior Brother, Master was still in good health when he came back last time, how could there be such a sudden misfortune?"

Song Xing also said sadly: "Master received a letter seven days ago, saying that he had to go down the mountain for business, but when he returned to the temple three days ago, he was already seriously injured and left after holding on for half a day."

Pichen's body shook, and he was so sad that he couldn't help himself: "Junior Brother, is Master's coffin in there? Master treats me with great kindness, let me go to worship Master first."

Song Xing cupped his hands at Pichen and said, "Brother, the Sri Lankan has passed away, and the living still have to take care of their health."

Pichen covered his face and waved his hands in silence, staggering into the hall.

Seeing Pichen enter the main hall, Rong Jiaojiao walked up to Song Xing and bowed his hands and said, "This is the junior uncle, right? Jiaojiao pays respects to the junior uncle."

Song Xing looked at the coquettish woman in front of him, with a faint smile on his face: "It turns out that he is a nephew, so don't need to be polite."

Seeing that Song Xing Da Lala was being worshiped by her, and she was putting on airs, Rong Jiaojiao felt displeasure flashing in her heart, but she smiled on her face, and said, "After seeing each other ten years ago, I can't imagine that my uncle has grown into such a handsome young man." .”

Among other things, this little uncle of her own is enough to rank among the top three men she has ever met in terms of appearance alone.

What's even more rare is the extraordinary aura on his body. It really can't be seen at all that he grew up in this small Taoist temple.

For some reason, the longer she stood in front of Song Xing, she felt a faint sense of uneasiness in her heart, as if the gentle-looking young man in front of her was a ferocious beast in human skin, which made her feel terrified.

Rong Jiaojiao didn't show it at all on the face, but she was already extremely vigilant in her heart.

(End of this chapter)