Chapter 1593 Letter
The bell rings seven times, representing the highest respect of Yixing Pavilion.
At that time, Lu Beiyou founded Yixing Pavilion and passed down the three lines and four paths. In order to commemorate the ancestor, later generations of disciples would ring the bell seven times during every major event to show respect.
Now, the bronze bell in the ancestral hall rang again, a full seven times, echoing in the valley of Yixing Pavilion.
Not long after, hundreds of monks gathered in the ancestral hall.
These people are all outstanding people in Yixing Pavilion, either with advanced cultivation, outstanding qualifications, or have made significant contributions to Yixing Pavilion.
The seven people standing at the front are the Taoist masters of the Three Meridians and Four Paths: Lu Tao, Wei Sheng, Liu Shuyuan, Chi Mengyun, Miao Suwen, Wu Zimo, and Song Yu.
As for the new pavilion master of Yixing Pavilion, Lu Zizhen, she is currently accompanying a man in gray.
"Senior Liang, we are all here." Lu Zizhen's voice was low and her posture was very respectful.
“Okay.”
Liang Yan nodded slightly and took the sandalwood from the hand of the Confucian scholar next to him.
There are more than 300 tablets in the entire ancestral temple, but Liang Yan only stood in front of one of them, bowed respectfully three times, and then inserted the sandalwood in his hand into the incense burner.
The tablet has fourteen words written on it, which is exactly: "The ninth Taoist master of chess, the cabinet elder Kuchiki Sheng."
Liang Yan looked at the tablet in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little sad. .
The road to spiritual cultivation is long, and old friends from those days are leaving one after another. This may be the loneliness of spiritual cultivation.
The road travels alone. On this road, most people will be brushed off. There may only be one or two people who can accompany you to the end.
Fortunately, Liang Yan is now used to life and death. Although his mood fluctuates a little, it will not affect his Taoist heart.
"Senior Kuchiki, I made three promises to you back then: not to be an enemy of Yixing Pavilion, to save Yixing Pavilion once, and to help you find a successor. Now that I have accomplished these things, it can be regarded as repayment. I have forgiven you for my kindness back then."
Liang Yan's voice was very soft, but everyone in the ancestral hall heard it.
At this moment, they all understood that the reason why the man in front of them did not take revenge on Yixing Pavilion was mostly because of Kuchiki.
"Let the past go with the wind."
Liang Yan sighed, slowly turned around, and glanced at the monks in the ancestral hall.
"You are outstanding disciples in Yixing Pavilion. I called you to the ancestor's ancestral hall to leave something for you at the end. After all, after I leave this time, I probably won't come back."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly. Some people were overjoyed, while others were slightly worried.
Liang Yan had a clear view of their thoughts and was too lazy to say anything. He just waved his sleeves and golden light flashed on the wall of the ancestral hall. After a moment, mysterious runes appeared one after another.
Seeing this scene, the disciples of Yixing Pavilion, including the Taoist masters of the Three Meridians and Four Paths, all craned their necks and looked intently, for fear of missing any details.
The scriptures Liang Yan left on the wall are part of his spiritual insights.
Although he is a sword cultivator, he has learned quite a lot along the way, including body refining methods, Five Elements techniques, I Ching techniques, soul splitting techniques, Shennong Emperor Sutra, and even martial arts techniques. Dabble.
So, he summarized part of his spiritual insights and turned them into scriptures that would be helpful to everyone in Yixing Pavilion. Whether they are disciples in the foundation building period or Taoist masters in the golden elixir realm, they can learn from these scriptures. The scriptures on the wall reveal something that belongs to you.
At this moment, more than a hundred people in the ancestor's ancestral hall, regardless of their level of cultivation, all stretched their necks and carefully read every scripture on the wall, for fear of missing a character.
There is only one exception.
Lu Zizhen did not look at the scriptures on the wall, but stood beside Liang Yan with his hands down.
"Why don't you go to enlightenment?" Liang Yan asked.
“Seniors have mastered the Great Dao, and learning it can save hundreds of years of hard work, but Lu has his own cultivation method and does not need to borrow the help of others.”
“That’s it, you The ambition is not small.”
Liang Yan nodded.
This Lu Zizhen does not want to learn his method, but wants to create a path of his own. For this kind of monk, preconceptions will affect his judgment. He wants to understand the avenue step by step, and finally create a breakthrough. method.
In a word, Lu Zizhen's ambition is to understand the mysteries, not the speed of cultivation at the moment.
"Forget it, I'll leave you something more."
Liang Yan took out three treasure boxes from the storage ring, pointed at one of the red boxes, and said: "Here are some pills, some of which can help Juyuan Realm monks improve their cultivation, and some can help Golden Core Realm monks break through bottlenecks"
Having said this, he paused slightly and then said: "There is also a white medicine bottle in the box. Inside are three 'out-of-body pills', which can increase the power of the body by 10% when breaking through the mysterious entrance and breaking through the bottleneck of the Tongxuan realm." The probability is around, this is what I left for you, but please remember, one person can only take two pills at most."
After hearing this, Lu Zizhen looked stern and bowed respectfully, holding both hands. Take the treasure box.
Liang Yan smiled slightly, pointed to the other two treasure boxes, and said: "Inside these two boxes are top-quality talismans and disposable magic weapons. Although they can be used a limited number of times, they are extremely powerful. It can prevent disasters for Yixing Pavilion three times.”
“Thank you, senior!”
Lu Zizhen took the treasure box, her excitement was palpable. He didn't expect that Liang Yan would be so generous and leave so many treasures to Yixing Pavilion.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that these were just trophies that Liang Yan had captured casually. He didn't use them at all, and he didn't bother to auction them off, so he simply left them with everyone in Yixing Pavilion. "Okay, it's almost time, and it's time for me to leave."
Liang Yan waved his sleeves, and the words on the wall disappeared instantly.
Those monks who were still immersed in the mysterious scriptures suddenly lost their minds, and everyone had a look of confusion on their faces.
At this moment, a sound of breaking through the sky suddenly came from outside the ancestral hall.
Not long after, a disciple's voice sounded outside: "Reporting to the Master of the Pavilion, someone outside the valley sent a letter."
"Sending a letter?"
Lu Zizhen frowned slightly and glanced at it. Liang Yan, who was beside him, asked: "Who is this letter for?"
"Qi Pavilion Master, this is a letter for Senior Liang."
"Huh?"< br>
Lu Zizhen was stunned for a moment.
Liang Yan beside him had a calm expression and said calmly: "Bring the letter in."
"Yes!"
The disciples of Yixing Pavilion outside the door He entered in response, holding a gold-rimmed letter in his hand, locked in a jade box, and came to Liang Yan respectfully.
"Who sent the letter?" Lu Zizhen asked with a frown.
"It seems to be a disciple of Piaomiao Valley."
"Piaomiao Valley?"
Lu Zizhen's brows furrowed deeper, and there was a vague premonition in her heart.
Liang Yan acted as if nothing had happened. He glanced at the jade box in front of him and pinched the magic formula in his hand. The jade box opened automatically with a "click" sound.
He raised his hand again, and the letter fell into his hand. He opened it and found that it read:
"Fellow Taoist Liang Yan personally declares:
Fellow Taoist, you are so magnificent and magnificent that you are admired! Although I am stupid, I still want to learn from you, but it is a pity that during the battle in the Yixing Pavilion Valley, Taoist friends fled in a hurry, not very happy today. When I heard that my friend had returned, I held a banquet at Qidou Peak and invited my fellow Taoists to the banquet to apologize for what happened back then. To show my sincerity, I would like to give you a small gift to express my sincerity. I hope you will accept it. "< br>
The signature is exactly: Master Wen!
Liang Yan did not block the content of the letter. Lu Zizhen next to him could also see it clearly. At this time, he couldn't help shouting: "This old fox, he held a banquet at Qidou Peak and showed his uneasy good intentions. Liang Senior, please don’t be provoked by him!”
“Yes.”
The Taoist masters of the Three Meridians and Four Paths all regarded Liang Yan as the backer of Yixing Pavilion. At this time, they also stepped forward to persuade: "This Qidou Mountain is located at the junction of Yan and Zhao, and it is where the spiritual veins gather. The ground is the easiest place to hide murderous intent. Then I heard that the Grand Master will meet at the place If we are here, there must be an ambush. It is better to ask him to change the meeting place, preferably within our Zhao country."
"Brother Liang, why not go back to Yungang Sect first and think about it in the long run?" Miao Su asked. He also stepped forward to offer advice.
Faced with everyone's well-intentioned advice, Liang Yan looked calm and did not say a word.
Suddenly, he shook the letter in his hand, and the words "Master Wen" suddenly changed.
As a blue light flashed, these three words together caused fluctuations in the void. A moment later, a bloody severed hand fell out of the letter.
"This is."
When everyone in Yixing Pavilion saw this scene, their expressions changed greatly.
Although there is only one severed hand, Lu Zizhen, Chi Mengyun, Miao Suwen and others have already recognized that the owner of this severed hand is the previous master of Yixing Pavilion: Tang Diexian !
At this moment, everyone was silent.
The entire ancestral hall was deathly silent.
A moment later, Liang Yan's laughter suddenly came from the ancestral hall.
Everyone was surprised and looked up, only to see his eyes as sharp as a sword, and his smile hiding murderous intent. After just a brief glance, some people were heartbroken and fell to their knees with a thud.
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at him again.
After a while, Liang Yan's cold voice sounded: "Okay! Very good! Since they are in a hurry to die, I can't let them down. Qidou Peak is where spiritual veins gather, with beautiful mountains and clear waters , it will be easier for them to use it as their burial place"
"Senior, this matter"
Lu Zizhen raised her head and was about to say something more, but saw that her eyes were empty and Liang Yan had disappeared
The Taoist masters of the three meridians and four paths also raised their heads one after another. When they saw this scene, their expressions changed slightly.
"It's bad, Brother Liang must have gone to Qidou Peak alone. I heard that Grand Master is cunning and cunning, so Brother Liang may be in danger!" Miao Suwen said anxiously.
Chi Mengyun also frowned and said: "Senior Liang is our backer, and his safety cannot be compromised. Pavilion Master, what should we do now?"
Faced with everyone's questions, Lu Zizhen was silent for a while and said in a deep voice:
"Senior Liang is not weak in strength. Even if he loses in a fight with Master Wen, he may not be killed. I am afraid that Master Wen will be shameless and use all the strength of the sect to ambush Senior Liang with a large formation at Qidou Peak."
(End of this chapter)