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 Lineages and Four Paths. In order to commemorate the founder, later generations of disciples would ring the bell seven times during every major event to show respect.
Now, the bronze bell in the ancestor's 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, or they have 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 was currently accompanying a man in gray.
"Senior Liang, everyone is here." Lu Zizhen's voice was low and her posture was very respectful.
"good."
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 hall, 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.
There are fourteen words written on that tablet, which is exactly: "The ninth Taoist master of chess, Kuchiki Sheng, the elder of the cabinet."
Liang Yan looked at the tablet in front of him and couldn't help feeling a little sad.
The road to spiritual cultivation is long, and old friends from the past 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 Kuchikisheng, I promised you three promises 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, I can be considered as repaying your kindness back then.
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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 and the past go with the wind..."
Liang Yan sighed, turned around slowly, and glanced at the monks in the ancestral hall.
"You are outstanding disciples in Yixing Pavilion. I called you to the 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 didn't bother 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, Yi Jing techniques, soul splitting techniques, Shennong Emperor Scripture... and even martial arts techniques.
dabble.
Therefore, 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 Establishment period or Dao masters in the Golden Core realm, they can understand from the scriptures on the wall.
Give something of your own.
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 her hands down.
"Why don't you go to enlightenment?" Liang Yan asked.
"Seniors have mastered the Great Dao. 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."
"I see, your ambition is not small."
Liang Yan nodded.
This Lu Zizhen did not want to learn his method, but wanted to create a path of his own. For this kind of monk, preconceptions would affect his judgment. He wanted to understand the Tao step by step, and finally create a method to break the mysterious entrance.
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: "There are some elixirs in here, including ones that help Juyuan Realm monks improve their cultivation, and also golden elixirs.
Realm monks break through the bottleneck..."
Having said this, he paused slightly and then transmitted the message: "There is also a white medicine bottle in the box, and there are three 'out-of-body pills' in it. When breaking through the mysterious entrance and breaking through the bottleneck of the Tongxuan realm, the effect will be increased by 10%.
The probability is around, this is what I left for you specially...but remember, one person can only take two pills at most."
After hearing this, Lu Zizhen looked stern, bowed respectfully, and took the treasure box with both hands.
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 and can be used for Yi Xing."
The pavilion prevented disaster three times."
"Thank you, senior!"
Lu Zizhen took the treasure box, and the excitement in her heart was palpable. He did not expect that Liang Yan was so generous and left so many treasures for 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 to 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 air suddenly came from outside the ancestral hall.
Not long after, a disciple's voice sounded outside: "To the Master of the Pavilion, someone from outside the valley sent a letter."
"Deliver a message?"
Lu Zizhen frowned slightly, glanced at Liang Yan beside her, and asked, "Who is this letter for?"
"To the Lord of the Pavilion, this is...a letter to Senior Liang."
"ah?"
Lu Zizhen was stunned for a moment.
Liang Yan beside him had a calm expression and said calmly: "Bring in the letter."
"yes!"
The Yixing Pavilion disciple outside the door responded and entered, 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.
"He seems to be a disciple of Piaomiao Valley."
"Piao Miao Valley?"
Lu Zizhen's brows furrowed even deeper, and she had a vague premonition in her heart.
Liang Yan, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He glanced at the jade box in front of him, pinched the magic formula in his hand, and 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:
"Friend Liang Yan personally said:
Fellow Taoist's natural appearance is unparalleled and admirable! Although I am stupid, I still want to learn from fellow Taoist. Unfortunately, during the battle in Yixing Pavilion Valley, fellow Taoist fled in a hurry and was not very happy. Now I know
When my friend returned, I held a banquet at the Seven Dou Peak and invited my Taoist friends to the banquet to apologize for what happened back then. To show my sincerity, I will give you a small gift to show my sincerity. I hope you will accept it."
The signature is exactly: Master Wen!
Liang Yan did not block the content of the letter, and Lu Zizhen next to him could see it clearly. At this time, he couldn't help shouting: "This old fox, he held a banquet at Qidou Peak and made it clear that he has no good intentions. Senior Liang must not be fooled by him."
Exciting general!"
"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 converge.
The ground is the easiest place to hide murderous intent. If I heard that the grand master set the meeting place here, there must be an ambush. It is better to ask him to change the meeting place, preferably to our Zhao country."
"Brother Liang, why don't you go back to Yungang Sect first and make a long-term plan..." Miao Suwen also stepped forward to persuade him.
Facing 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 drastically.
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 Pavilion 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 swords, 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 eager to die, I can't let them down. Qidou Peak is the place where spiritual veins gather, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. It is used as their
The place of burial is much easier for them!"
"Senior, this matter..."
Lu Zizhen raised her head and was about to say something more, but saw nothing in front of her eyes. Liang Yan had disappeared...
The Taoist masters of the Three Meridians and Four Paths also raised their heads one after another, and when they saw this scene, their expressions changed slightly.
"Oh no, 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 if he goes there!" 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?"
Facing 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 power of the sect to ambush Senior Liang with a large formation at Qidou Peak...
