Taoist chanting

Chapter 583
"Ling Treasure Temple, Senior Transcending Tribulation and Ascension... Who has stayed in the world for thousands of years?"

Zhou Fushi murmured, he was surprised by the news told by Guanzhu Zhang, the monks who can trigger the minor thunder disaster must be at least six-level consummated or above, since the immortals descended to the world five thousand years ago to redefine the pattern and rules of the lower realm, every five years A hundred years of aura surges are not enough for monks and demon cultivators who have been promoted to the sixth level to take a small step forward.

Time and cultivation resources do not allow it, and the spiritual energy and materials that a sixth-level monk needs to consume are too terrifying.

It can only be a great monk who stayed in the lower world five thousand years ago, woke up from some kind of confinement and deep sleep, and attracted the test of thunder and tribulation from the sky. Dao Xiao, return all his cultivation to the world, clean and clean, and he owes nothing to each other.

Zhang Wenfeng said with certainty: "It is the senior of Lingbao Temple, there is no mistake." He added: "After I go to Lingbao Temple to burn incense and perform rituals, I can draw a portrait of the senior as a souvenir."

It is inconvenient for Zhou Fushi to describe that senior's appearance and clothes, and to comment on a senior who ascended to the upper realm. It is not a disciple's doing, it is a disrespectful act, but drawing it with Danqing pen and ink represents respect. .

There is a big difference between the two.

He also wanted to find out the identity of that senior in advance.

Zhou Fushi cupped his hands with a smile, suppressed his doubts, chatted, and pointed out the beautiful scenery along the way.

Successfully wiped out the invading overseas monks with the force of thunder, and won at least ten years for the various sects of Dayi. The burden on his shoulders was much easier.

At noon, the two of them flew to the Danxuan Mountains, five hundred miles away from the capital of Dayi, and landed in front of the famous Lingbao Guanshan Gate.

The mountains are stretching and majestic, and the white mist floats like a jade belt.

With the melodious sound of rites and music, the huge mountain-like stone gate rumbled away to the side.

A group of Taoist priests in costumes came out from the middle gate to greet Zhou Fushi, the great protector of Lingbao Temple, and Zhang Wenfeng, who came to visit. After a set of complicated etiquette, Zhou Fushi introduced Su Xianyuan, the host of Lingbao Temple, and Li Cheng Starting from Long and Wan Bo, the peak master of Kaiyuan Peak, the other dozen or so free-standing monks only introduced their surnames and positions in general.

Except for a few Freedom monks who went to guard Scattered Island, all the head Taoist priests of Lingbao Temple were present.

Along the ancient stone road with dense giant trees, it winds up to the main peak of Lingbao.

Accompanied by the crowd, Zhang Wenfeng walked into the ancient and majestic main hall of Lingbao Temple to worship, and completed a set of rituals. After half an hour, he moved to the side hall to serve tea.

Zhou Fushi left Wan Boqi, the host, supervisor, and peak leader of Kaiyuan Peak, and let the others go on their own.

Patiently talking about metaphysics, after drinking three cups of tea, Zhou Fushi rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Zhang, what do you think of painting here? How about changing to another quiet place..."

The three looked at Zhou Fushi in amazement. With the calmness of their seniors, what is it that seems so urgent?

Zhang Wenfeng stood up with a smile, and said: "This place is very good, my little brother is making a fool of himself."

Zhou Fushi hurriedly took out the best rice paper from the receiving space, arranged it himself, put the felt on the side desk, laid the rice paper, and took out a set of painting tools, and dripped water to grind the ink in the inkstone, without letting the three people interfere .

Zhang Wenfeng dipped a long hairbrush in ink, tapped the water a little bit, splashed the ink and swiped the brush, and sketched on the paper very quickly.

After drawing the head portrait, Wan Boqi said in surprise, "This is the ancestor Merlin True Monarch..."

In the main hall of Kaiyuan Peak where he lives, there are portraits of the ancestors enshrined, which can be recognized at a glance, but the appearance of the ancestors portrayed by Zhang Guanzhu is a little different from the yellowed ancient paintings, and the face shape is slightly sharp.

Zhou Fushi hastily pulled Wan Boqi aside, and Transsion explained the whole story to the three of them.

Wan Bo frowned and transmitted his voice: "That's not right, True Monarch Merlin went to the upper realm five thousand years ago. There is an exact record in the classics. There are dozens of people from the same sect who went to the upper realm together. It is impossible for True Lord Merlin to stay in the lower realm five thousand years ago. Years? With the supervision of immortals, it can’t be fake.”

Zhou Fushi glanced at Guanzhu Zhang who was still working hard on the painting, and said through voice transmission: "I heard that there were many monks who witnessed the ascension of seniors seven years ago, including Da'an and Daliang Dynasty monks. Zhang Guanzhu can't deceive us."

The supervisor pondered over the sound transmission: "When Guanzhu Zhang finishes painting, let someone take the scroll and secretly search for the monk who witnessed the senior's ascension to recognize it, and then he will know whether it is true or false. It will only take some time."

Wan Boqi said via voice transmission: "It's not right, this move will hurt Guanzhu Zhang. It's not easy for him to draw the portrait of True Monarch Merlin. Perhaps True Monarch Merlin had other arrangements back then."

He couldn't figure it out, the ancestor's real body must have gone to the upper realm, could it be that he left behind a clone?

Before the ascension, he didn't go back to the mountain gate, it was too strange.

The host suddenly reminded: "In the back mountain of Kaiyuan Peak, the cave left by Zhenjun Merlin has been closed for five thousand years and has not been opened. Could it be related to this matter?"

Zhou Fushi said via voice transmission: "It is very possible. According to Zhang Guanzhu, the imitation 'Taishang Xuanyuan Sword' on his waist was repaired and refined by the senior before he crossed the catastrophe. Maybe the sword is a token for opening the cave?"

The four discussed for a long time, and when Zhang Wenfeng finished writing, they surrounded him again.

Wan Boqi looked at the picture scroll on which the Taoist priest was wearing a "gold and silver thread Taoist robe" with high spirits. He basically had no doubts. Zhang Guanzhu had really seen his ancestors, otherwise he would not be able to paint such a real charm, which would make people feel a sense of wonder at the first sight. The awe-inspiring aura of the great monk.

It is even rarer than the ancient paintings collected by his family.

Zhou Fushi and Zhang Guanzhu frankly expressed their doubts, and they discussed asking him to go to the back mountain of Kaiyuan Peak for a try, to see if he could help Lingbaoguan open the cave left by Master Merlin back then, and that was the only cave that had not been opened.

Zhang Wenfeng is also very strange, he is not the only one who saw True Lord Merlin crossing the catastrophe, why is it recorded in the ancient books that True Lord Merlin went to the upper realm five thousand years ago?There must be some discrepancies.

He promised to go to the back mountain of Kaiyuan Peak to take a look. The senior monks acted in a profound and unpredictable way, maybe they have other meanings?

Wan Boqi pointed to the ink dripping scroll, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Guan Zhang has worked so hard to draw such a wonderful portrait. Bo Qi is very grateful. Please keep this painting in Kaiyuan Peak. I wonder if Guan Zhu Zhang will agree?"

Zhang Wenfeng nodded with a smile and said, "It's the right thing to do, please go, Master Wanfeng!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

Wan Boqi carefully held up the scroll, protected it with Yuan Qi and baked it softly, led everyone out of the side hall, flew towards Kaiyuan Peak, and landed on the top of Kaiyuan Peak not long after, he first went to the attic to store the scroll, and waited Choose an auspicious day for the zodiac, summon the monks of the Kaiyuan Peak lineage to hold a grand ceremony, and then respectfully invite the portrait into the hall.

The group led by Wan Boqi walked around the trail to the back mountain, and came to the gate of an old cave.

Zhang Wenfeng noticed that the nine-star flow beads worn on his left wrist covered by his sleeves emitted a slight heat, and he suddenly realized that the token to open the Merlin Zhenjun's cave was the nine-star flow beads that were no longer what they used to be.

In other words, what he saw was True Monarch Merlin himself.

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(End of this chapter)