The founder of all religions

The green mountains are towering and the night is colorful.

In the pavilion, the gentle breeze blew slowly, causing the lights in the glass lamps to sway, causing the clear shadows to drift into a trance.

Feng Wannian remained silent, waiting for the answer he was eagerly awaiting.

As a Xuanmen sword type, there are not many people in the world who have the ability and the power to mobilize him.

Five years ago, it was when he first showed his talents, but because of the man in front of him, he went to Longyuan Mansion and found the mountain gate that had long been forgotten by the world.

Luofu Mountain, if it weren't for the black sword that walked out here three hundred years ago.

I'm afraid even Feng Wannian doesn't know that such a mountain gate exists in this world.

He abandoned everything and bid farewell to the past. He lurked in Longyuan and hid in Luofu. There was only one reason...or only one mission.

That is to stay by Li Mo's side.

At that time, Li Mo was unknown in Luofu Mountain. In the face of Qi Yu's reputation as a genius, he only relied on Yan Zixia's relationship to get a jailer's position in the prison, which made almost Li Mo, who was about to wipe out many disciples, found some value.

At that time, Feng Wannian couldn't believe that he had traveled thousands of miles to Luofu Mountain just for such a guy! ?

Five years...for five years, that question has not lingered in my mind all the time.

Even though he and Li Mo formed a deep friendship, the suspicion still lingered.

Now, Li Mo has arrived at Wangxuan City, and with his astonishing appearance, he will head to the capital soon.

At this moment, Feng Wannian finally asked the question that had troubled him for five years.

"Li Mo...who is it!?" Feng Wannian asked again.

"He is someone who does not exist."

In the pavilion, the indifferent voice sounded faintly, seeming to answer something, but also seemed not to answer anything.

"A person who doesn't exist? What do you mean?" Feng Wannian couldn't ride on his sister.

"I let you stay by his side so that he can be just Li Mo, nothing more."

"He can be a disciple of Luofu or a descendant of the Black Sword...but he can only be Li Mo..."

In the pavilion, the cold voice conveyed unquestionable majesty and irresistible will.

"You mean... Li Mo's true identity cannot be revealed? Will he be in danger if he goes to the capital?" Feng Wannian's expression changed slightly. This was what he was most worried about.

The mountain wind howled, and the pavilion fell into a brief silence.

The faint firelight swayed with the mountain wind, making the long shadow sway more and more strangely.

"The domineering sword breed swallows up everything, whether it is feelings or emotions... You have stayed with him for too long, and you are becoming more and more like a human being..."

The cold voice sounded again.

"I am a human being."

Feng Wannian's answer obviously stunned the figure in the pavilion.

"Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black..."

In the pavilion, the majestic voice seemed to shake his head helplessly.

"I will protect him in this life, but he can only be Li Mo in this life... Otherwise, no one in the sky or on earth can save him, and many people will die."

The cold words turned into a whine in the whining mountain wind. Under the moonlight, Feng Wannian's expression suddenly changed, and there was a trace of surprise in his trembling eyes.

To be able to make the man in front of him say such words, Li Mo's identity was even more unfathomable than he imagined.

"Li Mo is eighteen years old this year..."

At this moment, Feng Wannian seemed to have no intention of stopping. He changed the topic and immediately attracted the gaze of the figure in the pavilion.

"Eighteen years ago, a fire hit Kyoto... It seems that many people died in that disaster..."

"You adjusted the secret files of Xuantian Pavilion."

"In the ninth month, fire flows, and the capital is burned... Li Mo was born that year, right... According to records, Prince Cheng's Mansion was also buried in that accident..."

Feng Wannian mentioned a piece of the past.

Cheng Wang is the seventh son of His Majesty and the Five Dragons Prince conferred by the imperial court.

Eighteen years ago, the prince who was most beloved by Emperor Qian died in the fire.

"According to records, King Cheng seems to have an heir who is the same age as Li Mo..."

"The descendants of King Cheng were not affected by the fire. They were already brought into the palace by His Majesty and have been trained by His side for many years..."

In the pavilion, the looming figure couldn't help but smile, and refuted Feng Wannian's guess.

"How can the blood of the royal family easily flow into the mortal world? Have you been in contact with him for too long, and your brain is flooded?"

"Forehead……"

Feng Wannian was at a loss for words. After all, he had been away from Beijing for many years and the information he had was limited. What's more, the royal secrets were not accessible to ordinary people.

But it makes sense to think about it, if it is really of royal blood, why should it be so secretive! ?

"If you want him to have a safe life, don't ask any questions...he is just Li Mo."

In the pavilion, those indifferent words finally brought the question and answer to an end.

"Is he still safe now? I'm afraid the reputation of the Black Sword's successor is not very good." Feng Wannian said calmly.

He had grown up in the Xuantian Pavilion since he was a child, so he naturally knew the weight of the black sword. Back then, this master was not afraid of heaven or earth. He made countless enemies, including many lords in the capital.

Now he is only in Wangxuan City. If Li Mo really arrives in the capital, God knows what kind of trouble will come to his door.

"Three hundred years have passed... In the capital, everyone must play according to the rules of the game... If he can't play, it's fine to be an ordinary person."

Feng Wannian frowned and stared coldly at the figure in the pavilion.

"You neither want him to die, nor do you want him to rise..."

Feng Wannian's voice revealed unconcealable dissatisfaction.

"Watch your stance..." the cold voice reminded.

Feng Wannian remained silent, stood up, and was about to leave.

"You look for an opportunity to tell him to be careful about that kid from Martial Arts Mountain... When Bei Sha Xuanzhang left, it seemed that he left something for him... something that could kill him.

This simple sentence made Feng Wannian stop in his tracks.

"I see."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Wannian stood up and disappeared into the wind like a ghost, disappearing under the vast night.

"Li Mo..."

For a long time, there was a sigh in the pavilion, chewing on the name that they had not seen for eighteen years.

"His Majesty Shenzong... alas..."

The sigh was deep, as if a stream of autumn water had melted away, causing ripples to stir up the cold moonlit night.

…

the next day.

Feng Wannian revealed the information about Jiang Chen to Li Mo very implicitly.

"Beisha Xuanzhang left something for him? How did you know such a secret thing?" Li Mo looked at Feng Wannian suspiciously.

"I have a way." Feng Wannian's explanation was reasonable.

"You have to be careful. When you get to the capital and it's really difficult, just give in and save your life. There's no shame in it." Feng Wannian advised.

"Damn..."

Li Mo curled his lips, and the greeting immediately stopped when it reached his lips, turning it into a deposit of merit.

As one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, he actually left something for the monk of the mountain gate, which was shameful.

For a little person like Li Mo who has no identity or background and has climbed up from the bottom step by step, no one will leave anything for him.

"Be careful..." Feng Wannian reminded again.

"Afraid of a bird." Li Mo sneered.

In desperation, he secretly moved the monkey from Luofu Mountain. With the monkey's skills, he could secretly kill many people in the capital.

"I'm going to the capital tomorrow, Lao Feng, I'm really going home this time."

Li Mo changed the subject, not wanting Feng Wannian to see his honest thoughts.

"I haven't been back for a long time." Feng Wannian murmured softly.

After five years of separation, Feng Wannian felt extremely peaceful when he returned to his hometown. The only thing he was worried about was Li Mo.

The descendant of the Black Sword, if he comes to Beijing with such a halo, God knows what kind of turmoil he will cause.

"Hurry up and pack up, we are leaving tomorrow."

Li Mo looked towards the capital, but he was full of expectations.

Storms are gathering at the feet of the Emperor. No matter in the past life or in this life, it is not easy to gain a foothold in the capital. Some people have worked hard for more than ten years, but in the end they can only leave that big city with regrets and unwillingness. Return to the town where the dream began.

Now, Li Mo is finally going to the biggest stage in the world.

It would be best to have a mansion, an eternity of wealth, and many wives and concubines...and then...

"what are you thinking about?"

At this moment, Feng Wannian's voice brought Li Mo back from his thoughts. His eyes were shining just now, as if a weasel had fallen into a big chicken coop.

"I'm thinking that time flies by quickly, and monks like us should realize the way of heaven and seize the day." Li Mo sighed.

As he spoke, he turned around and looked outside the courtyard.

"where did you go?"

"Seize the day and night." Li Mo waved his hand.

Tomorrow, he will set off for the capital, and the friends he made in Wangxuan City will naturally have to explain themselves.

Of course, there is no need to say more about Master Ji. His family's business is very big and there are many shops in the capital.

Two days ago, he had said hello to Li Mo and would wait for him in the capital.

In addition, the third lady of Jianjun Mansion is still in Li Mo's hands. According to the official report, Ning Huaishu was kidnapped by Guixu villains, and her life or death is now uncertain.

He also had to deal with this big trouble.

"You can't rip off the vote." Li Mo gritted his teeth, obviously taking his own identity into it.

I have to say that if you want to deal with the Ning Huai Curse perfectly, you will have to rely on the bad reputation of Guixu in the end. Who allowed them to be extremely evil and have a ruined reputation! ?

"Ouch, I killed the old man..."

Just when Li Mo was walking with his head down, a familiar wailing sound rang in his ears, and then a figure rushed over and bumped into him.

This scene seemed so familiar that Li Mo even felt a little dazed, as if he was going back in time.

"You old man, how dare you go into our ecstasy building without money? Did your mother inherit Yin Daoyan when she gave birth to you?"

The two strong men were cursing, staring fiercely at the figure in Li Mo's arms, spitting fiercely, and then turned around and walked into the building.

"Old Dong...old man...it's you again!?"

Li Mo suddenly raised his head and looked at the old beggar in front of him, recognizing him at a glance.

Isn't this the same old beggar who borrowed money from him when he went to the brothel last time and had no money?

That time, the old beggar played riddles with Li Mo. If he lost, he gave him a message, saying that he was facing a doom of life and death.

Sure enough, Li Mo met Xu Jiansheng that night. This Xuanmen swordsman fought in successive battles that shook the world, and finally triggered the Nine Lives Mysterious Tribulation. It was really a narrow escape.

Li Mo never dreamed that just the day before he was about to leave Wangxuan City, he would meet this old Dong... old man again!

"Little brother, you and I are really destined, why don't you come over and play a few games?"

When the old beggar saw Li Mo, he felt like he was seeing an old friend. He pulled him and pointed at the Ecstasy Tower in front of him, as if he had found the benefactor.

Li Mo looked at the flow of people on the street, lowered his head, pretended not to recognize them, and continued on his way.

"Young man, you are indeed extraordinary. You have already understood the secret of heaven." The old beggar pulled Li Mo and couldn't help but sigh.

"What secret?" Li Mo was stunned and looked questioning.

The old beggar smiled but did not answer. He pointed to the ecstasy building in front of him and looked at the girls who were soliciting customers, grinning and showing yellow teeth.

"Everyone loves the Immortal Cave, but they didn't know it was a coffin seam..."

"Hey, how many people at your age can understand such secrets?" The old beggar couldn't stop praising him.

Normally at Li Mo's age, as long as he had money, he would love to live in a place like Ecstasy Tower.

The sun rises high, and the spear is undefeated. Traveling around the mountains and rivers, day and night are reversed.

As young as Li Mo, being able to see the essence through phenomena can be regarded as a gift.

"Uncle, I have something...I really have something..."

Li Mo looked helpless and raised his feet to leave.

"A small day makes you happy, but a big day hurts your health... The old man takes you with him, and he must not let the flowers distract his eyes or the butterflies in his mouth."

The old beggar stuck to Li Mo like a dog-skin plaster.

"Young man, it doesn't matter if you don't have enough money..."

"If you don't have money, look at her sweetness. If you have money, you can taste her saltiness... We are discussing it... At most, I will let you taste it..." The old beggar became interested and refused to let go.

"Uncle, if you do this, I won't be polite." Li Mo's face darkened, and he finally lost his patience.

"Why are you so rude?"

"Do you know that there has been a lot of turmoil in Guixu in the city recently?" Li Mo sneered.

"I've heard a little bit." The old beggar's hand seemed to have loosened a lot.

"The people in Guixu are all ferocious people who eat people without spitting out their bones. An old fool like you will be feasted on for two days after entering, and then the bones and skin will be ripped apart and scattered..."

"You..." The old beggar's eyes were filled with strange light, revealing a strange color.

"Old man, if you keep pestering me, I will sell you to the Guixu gang... I have a way." Li Mo threatened viciously.

Finally, under the strange gaze of the old beggar, Li Mo waved his hand and pushed him a dozen steps away, and finally walked away, blending into the crowd and disappearing.

The old beggar froze on the spot, looking at the human beings who had already blended into Li Mo's figure, and he was in a daze.

"He's full of lies, he even lies to himself, he threatens the elderly, this kind of scumbag..."

The old beggar murmured softly, and a strange light gradually filled his cloudy eyes.

"Young man, you should be destined to be with me in Guixu."

The old beggar grinned, his eyes flashed, and he took one step forward and disappeared into the street. People came and went, but no one noticed him.