Big Bodhi

"Zhao Xiaoyun, are you going in or not?"

On the other Zhao family's carriage, two people walked down one after another. The girl walking in front had a slightly gloomy expression, and there was already a look of impatience in her eyes.

Zhao Xiaoyun turned his head to the side, and snorted coldly, "Zhao Yanran, don't show me your arrogance, I'm too lazy to serve you."

Zhao Yanran was a little impatient, but there was nothing she could do to Zhao Xiaoyun, so she glanced at Zhao Xiaoyun angrily, and then took Zhao Sixing by her side and went straight into the exterior of the door.

"I haven't yet ignited my Heart Fire in this age. Even if I enter the Taiyu Ancient Sect, it will not provide any good results."

Zhao Xiaoyun murmured in a low voice, waved his hand towards Ji Buyu, and followed Zhao Yanran into the gate.

Heyun Temple was about three miles in diameter. Although there were many Daoist pagodas and buildings in it, there were few people, and it was very quiet.

"Master Ji, master is now in the central hall of the Xuanqing Hall, you can go in."

The black-robed youth led Ji Yuenian to walk, and he acted neither humble nor arrogant on their way to a majestic and magnificent palace.

Ji Yuenian bowed his head towards him and said, "Thank you, fellow Daoist."

"You don't need to be too polite. Master prefers quiet on weekdays, so no one is patrolling outside the hall. Young Master Ji, go in." The black-robed youth shook his head and smiled.

Ji Yueniaodded lightly, turned around and set foot on one of the ninety-nine stone steps in front of the Xuanqing Hall, climbing towards the towering and tall gate of the hall.

Under the gate, Ji Yuenian was able to appreciate the grandeur of the Xuanqing Hall. The hall door alone was several feet high. Although it was late, the hall was still brightly lit, and the real images of several gods enshrined in it were faintly visible.

Stepping into the central hall, all the noises disappeared from the ear in an instant. The hall was extremely quiet, and even the sound of his own breathing could be heard clearly.

"Which family?"

Some cold voices entered his ears.

Ji Yuenian had just crossed the two-foot-high threshold at this time, and when he looked up, it was a beautiful and gorgeous woman, wearing a blue robe, looking at him quietly.

"Anyang Ji's family."

The woman in Tsing Yi nodded and said, "Come with me, I will lead you to see master."

"Thank you, fellow Daoist"

Ji Yuenian walked towards the depths of Xuanqing Hall with the woman, and his eyes paused for a moment when he passed by the three true statues of gods.

The land of Taichu respected the gods.

One is the Land God who protects the ancient city of Taichu, and the other was the Realm God who guarded the Yuan Yan Realm.

The other real image of the god was somewhat intriguing. It was a god with six Buddhist instruments suspended behind him: a bell, a golden drum, a chime, a zheng drum, a cymbal, and a fan bell. The great king of Bishamon Dajue from Beiju Luzhou.

In the ancient myths and legends, the Tianwang Duwen has been in the 33 heavens for a long time, and the title of the Tianwang Duwen Bishamon Dajue has long been abandoned. Now the title of this deity is only Tianwang Duwen in the north.

This real image of the deity is the appearance of King Bishamon Dajue, so Ji Yuenian was a little surprised.

Before the woman in Tsing Yi took him to the side hall gate, she turned her head and left without saying a word.

Ji Yuenian looked at her back for a moment, his eyes moved slightly, and he turned and walked into the side hall.

The side hall was still extremely grand and spacious, and the flow of profound energy had also become much smoother. There was no real statue of gods in the hall, but there was a hexagonal Daoist platform about several feet high in the center, on which sat a Daoist in green robes.

"Ji Yuenian of the Anyang Ji family, I have seen Hexuan Shangzhen."

Ji Yuenian took a step forward and respectfully saluted him.

Daoist Hexuan opened his eyes slightly, and said, "No need to be polite, just find a futon and wait for a while."

Ji Yuenian looked sideways, only to realize that there were several people in the side hall, sitting on the futon respectively, and at this moment they turned their heads to look at him.

Because Daoist Hexuan was on top, none of these cultivators ever opened their mouths, but the expressions in their eyes revealed their true thoughts.

Didn’t the Ji family have Ji Quexue? Did the eldest son, Ji Yuenian, not have his Heart Fire extinguished, and his cultivation ruined?

The news did not travel to them as fast as it did with the Zhao family, and yet the news reached them in the end.

Ji Yueniaever cared about the eyes of these people, so he found a futon at random and sat down.

After about half an incense later, there were very clear footsteps outside the hall again. Zhao Yanran, Zhao Xiaoyun, and Zhao Sixing walked in one after another, and they all saluted the Daoist Hexuan on the Daoist platform.

Daoist Hexuan frowned slightly and looked at the three Zhao family members with a displeased expression, and said, "Why are there so many people in the Zhao family?"

Zhao Yanran took a step forward, took out a wooden box from her sleeve, and said respectfully, "Shangzhen Hexuan, my father misses Shangzhen very much, but he was unable to come to see him because of his habitual affairs, so Yanran came to offer a small gift on behalf of my father. No disrespect is intended."

[ED: Third person address.]

Daoist Hexuan had an expressionless face, flicked his sleeves, and the wooden box flew to his side.

He stretched out his hand to open the wooden box, and there were fifty spiritual stones neatly arranged in it. In an instant, an incomparably rich heaven and earth spiritual energy filled the hall.

"Forget it, you can find a futon and sit down separately, and wait for a while."

Daoist Hexuan put down the wooden box, closed his eyes again, and stopped speaking.

Zhao Yanran and the three looked at each other, and they all found a futon and sat down.