The residence of King Yang Yu of Qingzhou.

"Father, if Yang An passes the 'independent' qualification assessment, will we still target him?"

Yang Mo asked cautiously.

After the King of Qingzhou returned to his palace, he had three servants beaten to death.

Yang Mo didn't want to become the Qingzhou King's punching bag at this time, so he had to speak in a low voice.

"It's not necessary in the house. It's passed. He is the hope of the clan. The clan elders will not let anything happen to him."

Qingzhou King Yang Yu shook his head and his expression returned to calm.

"He's a junior, so don't worry about him for the time being."

"It's up to you to improve your cultivation as soon as possible during this period. Otherwise, you will know the consequences of not being born with it when you become an adult."

"The child must practice hard, break through as soon as possible, and share the worries of his father."

"Okay, step back!"

...

night.

After Yang An asked the maid to leave, he lay on the bed.

Since returning home, Yang An can always feel that every night, there are vague eyes looking at his room in the house.

In order to avoid trouble, he did not use his spiritual consciousness to check.

He knows that there are Taoist masters in this world, and the ghosts can leave their bodies.

Yang An, who was lying down, was also thinking about the words of Elder Yang Shinan and Yang Yu, as well as the inexplicable hostility of King Qingzhou.

After thinking for a long time, Yang An still didn't understand why he had so much malice when he had never offended King Qingzhou.

"Is it possible that my identity is not simple?"

He couldn't understand this question for the time being.

With a slight thought, Yang An looked at the Lihuo panel.

He has not yet cleaned up the debris in the space away from the fire.

These are the things he collected in the world of Mr. Zombie. Most of them are valuables, and some are books, calligraphy and paintings.

His consciousness swept over these debris one by one.

Suddenly, Yang An paused.

He saw a line of writing on a landscape painting.

He was about to take it out, but stopped again.

He stopped because of the first line above.

"Don't take it out."

Yang An's consciousness continued to look down.

"At the end of the fifty-ninth year of the Da Qian Dynasty, Yujing City, Xishan, Qiuyue Temple, Hongyi..., the three little fox demons, in the fox cave, the martial arts scriptures were hidden... Reading thousands of books is beneficial.

Practicing Taoism..."

"I noticed something strange, there is something missing in the middle, and there is also something missing at the back."

Yang An looked at the intermittent messages and was a little confused.

I checked it repeatedly with my consciousness and found no problems.

After thinking about it, he planned to take out landscape paintings for research.

As soon as he thought about it, this mysterious landscape painting appeared in his hands.

"Bang!"

"Eh!"

Landscape painting suddenly set itself on fire.

After Yang An subconsciously threw it away, he quickly used the fire exorcism technique to extinguish the fire.

He wanted to see what was so magical about this landscape painting.

However, the fire-repelling technique did not work.

Landscape painting continues to burn.

He got up to get water to put out the fire, but stopped.

A breath.

Landscape paintings have turned into ashes.

If it weren't for the black ash on the ground, he would have thought it was an illusion.

"Master, something happened?"

The voice of the little maid Duoer came.

"It's okay, I accidentally burned a painting."

With a flash of consciousness, he took a landscape painting on the wall into the Lihuo space.

"Creak!"

"Master, are you okay?"

The little maid hurried into the house.

Seeing that Yang An was fine, I felt relieved.

"It's okay, help me clean up the dust on the floor."

"Okay, Master, wait a moment."

The little maid ran out of the house.

Yang An took the opportunity to squat down, check the ashes, then picked it up and smelled it, but still didn't notice anything strange.

After the maid finished cleaning up and left, looking at the calm Yang An, her heart was beating rapidly.

He checked with his spiritual sense and found that there was no second person in the house.

The landscape painting self-immolation reminded him of something.

Since ancient times, holy words, revelations, divine writings, prophecies and other objects have been difficult to record on paper and must be carried by divine objects.

Holy words, revelations, sacred writings, and prophecies recorded on ordinary rice paper will burn themselves and cannot be extinguished.

"So, that's a prophecy!"

Yang An was shocked.

"It is now the end of the fifty-seventh year of the Qian Dynasty. Is the above information a prophecy two years from now?"

"Yujing City, Xishan, Qiuyue Temple, Hongyi, the three little fox demons, in the fox cave, the martial arts scriptures are hidden there, and reading thousands of books is beneficial to Taoist practice."

"Is it possible that the prophecy refers to the past Amitabha Sutra of Daizen Temple?"

"Is the last sentence a reminder?"

Yang An guessed, feeling hard to calm down.

He felt that his guess should be correct.

"Yujing, Xishan, Qiuyue Temple, Hongyi, Fox Demon."

"Is it possible that the royal family didn't get the past Amitabha Sutra from Daizen Temple?"

There was so much information in the Feng Shui paintings, it seemed that someone had left it to him specially.

The handwriting is very standard and it is impossible to tell who left it.

Recalling the memories after returning to Daqian, Yang An didn't find anything strange.

As for the world of Mr. Zombie, he can confirm that when he collected this landscape painting, he checked it with his spiritual consciousness and found that there was nothing strange about it.

When he took this painting with him, he was almost leaving the world of Mr. Zombie, and he did not meet any master before leaving.

Furthermore, he did not believe that there could be such an expert in the world of Mr. Zombie who could break boundaries and predict the future.

Looking back on what happened after my return, I still found no doubts.

Lihuo Space, thinking of this, could it be that an unknown expert was reminding him.

Thinking of this, Yang An quickly stopped thinking.

No matter which boss gave him the prophecy, he was unable to resist at this moment.

Yang An had many doubts in his heart, and he knew that he had to go to Yujing City to answer them all.

"It looks like I have to go to Yujing City."
To be continued...