The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Sidao... It seems that the temple on the mountain has had a total of four guests in the past three thousand years."

The inner walls of this "Ladder to Heaven" are all filled with dried flesh and blood. They have lost their activity under the destruction of the same force. Only the deepest things are twisting uneasily, and together with this layer of keratinized "dead skin", they are constantly Sensational.

However, in the eyes of Zhang Qinghe and others, compared to the disgusting quagmire where fleshy tendrils grow freely, and the ferocious rocks covered with eyeballs, this can already be regarded as a "pure land".

"Why don't they take the path that has been taken before them? It should be easy to go up the mountain."

At this moment, Guo Sicheng looked like a teacher, and Zhang Qinghe looked like a student. In dangerous situations, those with weak fists always have to rely on those with big fists.

"Because their goal is not to enter the temple at all, they just want to level the mountain. Entering the temple has never been a goal.

Just to make the mountain fall, there is no need to meet the owner of the mountain. "

"But they ended up going again."

"That's because after they went up the mountain, they never thought about living again."

They were walking here, and Guo Sicheng was stroking the inner wall of this ravine, as if he had been trapped in a certain period of the past, and a familiar charm clung to it. To this day, no one in the back mountain dares to go to this place. However, under his protection, the remaining power of the avenue had no impact on Zhang Qinghe.

"This should be left by Pingzi's young apprentice. He is also a prude who likes to be serious. He seems to obey the rules, but he especially likes to sneak into the hook fence. Once when he was listening to music, he bumped into his teacher. , it’s really embarrassing.”

Guo Sicheng smiled.

"But he's pretty good with the knife. I can't use this knife."

At this moment, Zhang Qinghe and others had climbed up from the ravine to Chongyun, and were immediately approaching the boundary that had not been touched by many Chang'an School overhauls. Zhang Qinghe turned his head and looked behind him. The meaning of this sword lingered for a long time. This ladder, which is like a ladder that connects the boundaries between humans and gods, also prevents the deep fog that surrounds Beiyin Mountain from catching up for a long time.

Perhaps there are beings comparable to the pinnacle saints who dare to touch this bad luck, but their instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages makes them unwilling to do such a thankless thing——

The owner of this knife is far higher than them.

More importantly, he has a heart.

"With a humble human body, if you dare to wield a sword against a huge mountain, you can become an immortal."

Zhang Qinghe was a little emotional.

"Young master, be careful. Immortals and gods use curse words to them."

A group of people slowly climbed to the top of the shady mountain. There was nothing on the top of the mountain except a ruined temple, Guo Sicheng retorted.

"The real gods and saints stay in that temple. There is no need for those outside to be so praised. You can't bear it."

The sarcasm in his words was very heavy.

"I looked at the top of the mountain several times when I was at the bottom of the mountain. I even thought about this ruined temple for a long time, but I never thought that the mountain would look like this."

Zhang Qinghe sighed a little.

He looked around, and saw that this already ferocious mountain was abrupt and devoid of anything. Instead, it was covered with bloody wounds and dark scabs. The remaining divine will and Taoist charm showed who had done this.

The temple was just a small, narrow hut, filled with abandoned bricks and stones. A shrine with mottled gold paint could be vaguely seen. The statue of a master inside had an ugly smile. Zhang Qinghe only went inside. At first glance, I felt a little uncomfortable - it was too fake.

"It's not quite what you expected, right?"

A handsome young man walked out of the hut. His figure became more solid among the golden crows of Tahaotian, and his originally illusory appearance became a little more real.

He seemed so kind that people couldn't help but have a natural liking for him. In addition, he had a handsome appearance and was dressed in ordinary cloth, which highlighted the character of a holy man.

Just looking at his face, he is actually two or three points similar to Li Shaobai.

"I have been paying attention to you a long time ago, but I just borrowed their eyes."

Zhang Qinghe held the iron sword across his chest. He turned on his spiritual vision and took a single glance. His soul surged like boiling hot soup. The chanting of Dao Dao Tianyin was suppressed for an unknown amount of time.

Under the spiritual vision, behind the young man in front of him is a huge, deformed black shadow whose nature cannot be seen. It is constantly squirming and nourishing itself from the human realm. He is just a ray of shadow projected by this black shadow. It's just an illusion of existence.

Zhang Qinghe was unwilling, let alone unable, to see the black shadow clearly. He was like an ant who could not guess the whole picture of the earth and rocks. Unlike the understandable projection left by Emperor Zhongtian on the Iron Sword, he was really aware of this thing. Face it head on, there is no way to avoid it.

"The first sage Shou Yongzi."

Zhang Qinghe lowered his expression and stared at him solemnly.

"You and I have the same physique, and I value talents. If you stop now, I will accept you as my successor and give you a private school in Chang'an.

If you are willing, Chang'an and even Xiantang are yours. "

Shou Yongzi looked at this little boy with great interest. Although he had been arranged by the Li family all the way, his performance in this game was really amazing. The chess pieces alone were indeed useful, which made him cherish his talents.

"Oh? If I'm not wrong, I am involved in the deal between the sage and the evil people of Tiangong, right?"

"If I come back, Nantian will be nothing. Since they represent a certain immortal god, then I will actually be in opposition to them. It is not up to them whether to hand you over or not."

Shou Yongzi's words were very conceited, but as the only Daoguo Immortal Lord in Zhongtian for ten thousand years, he was actually qualified to say these words.

"Thank you for your kindness, our ancestors, but what you mentioned has already been promised by the Li family. They will not only send it to Chang'an School and Chang'an, but also to Zhen'an and Xiantang!

After giving these, they also gave Qinghe a wife directly. I wonder if the Xian Sheng would give a wife as a gift? "

Zhang Qinghe saw that Guo Sicheng looked calm, so he didn't panic anymore. Although he was very flustered in his heart, he still teased Shou Yongzi.

"What a pity. It looks like you won't be able to be our guests today."

Shou Yongzi shook his head regretfully, and then turned his attention to Guo Sicheng.

"You pinched it very accurately. The Golden Crow is the hottest at noon. I must enter the body at this time so that nothing goes wrong. It's really hard to touch you.

I didn’t expect that in three thousand years, the Li family would have someone like you that I can’t see through. "

He didn't seem to care at all about revealing his weakness, shook his sleeves, and entered the temple with his back——

There, the master in white frowned and sat cross-legged silently, like a clay sculpture, exactly the same as the saint in the shrine.

"Then let Huaijin entertain you."

Xu Huaijin also appeared in front of the temple gate. There was no trace of hesitation in his eyes, but his face was the same as Shou Yongzi's, with false compassion.

The eyes of this old saint were occupied by the eagerness to survive. Seeing the deep hatred flashing in Zhang Qinghe's eyes, he did not make any unnecessary explanations.

"Today is a great day for the return of the Patriarch. I would like to invite a few of you to observe the ceremony."