Eternal Tranquility

Chapter 982 Founding the Patriarch

Liu Qinghuan almost suspected that he heard wrongly: "Who do you think the ancestor of the gods is?"

The young disciple had reverence and pride on his face: "Master Wenshi, it has been more than 1,800 years since our Wenshi sect was founded. From the beginning, the number of disciples was only a few dozen to several hundred now, and it has become a medium-sized sect. It’s a sect!”

Liu Qinghuan looked at this young disciple quite speechlessly, speechless for a moment.

The time in Yin Yang Xutian is too confusing. He originally thought that Mo Qianli appeared and the time here was hundreds of years ago. But now he is told that he has returned to nearly 50,000 years ago. Can he still see the founder of the sect? !

Thinking of this, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

When he first joined the Wenshi Sect when he was young, when he learned about the history of the sect, he knew that the founder of the sect was a powerful person who had the heaven and earth in his mind and the subtle Dao. He founded the sect by creating the "Wenshi Zhenjing". Go to Taichu blog post Wenshi Zhenjun.

Now he actually had the opportunity to meet the founder of the sect. Although he was only cultivating a god at this time, Liu Qinghuan was still looking forward to it.

Moreover, judging from his observations these days, even if time and space in the Yin Yang Xutian are chaotic, most of the things that happen and the people who appear are real and do not come from his own absurd imagination or fantasy.

"Hey, why are you in a daze? I told you, there is no one named Kongwu in our Wenshi sect. If you want to be fine, you should look for him elsewhere."

Liu Qinghuan came back to his senses, raised his hands to the disciple and said, "Can you please help me inform me, little friend, that... Qingjian Peak Qingmu is here to visit, and he wants to have a Buddhist meeting with Master Wen Shi for a while."

"Hey, you!" the young disciple said unhappily: "You can meet me whenever you want, my ancestor. Who are you! First you were sneaking around in front of my sect's gate, and now you want to go into the mountain..."

Liu Qinghuan's face sank, and the majesty of the superior came through, and shouted: "Is this how the sect teaches you to receive visitors? What about your etiquette? As for whether to see them or not, you can decide? Why don't you send a message quickly!"

The young disciple was so frightened that he couldn't help but take out the communication talisman. He woke up after the message was sent, but he didn't dare to speak louder. He only muttered: "You, you, why do you lecture me..."

Liu Qinghuan ignored him, thought for a while, and suppressed his cultivation to the stage of becoming a god.

Not long after, a light hole appeared not far away, and a Nascent Soul disciple came out. When he saw Liu Qinghuan, he looked at it first, with a look of shock on his face, and hurriedly came up to salute.

"I didn't know that the great monk is here, but my disciples are lacking in etiquette. I hope you will forgive me, senior!"

The young disciple on the side stood there blankly. Only then did he realize that in front of him was a major spiritual cultivator. He couldn't help but be excited, and he quickly followed suit and saluted.

Liu Qinghuan said calmly: "Get up. I happened to be in front of your sect. I learned that Master Wen Shi was profound in Taoism, and suddenly felt the desire to become friends. It was a bit presumptuous to come here without an appointment."

The Yuan Ying disciple raised his head and asked cautiously: "Senior, the peak is Qingjian Peak? I, the junior, have little talent and knowledge, but I don't know where Qingjian Peak is, and I have never heard of yours before..."

He stopped talking awkwardly, but Liu Qinghuan understood that the other party was asking about his origins, so he was quite cautious.

"I have always been cultivating in the mountains and rarely move around, so my name is naturally not visible."

However, Liu Qinghuan looks like an orthodox Taoist cultivator on the outside, and his aura is like the cool breeze and cold stars. Even if his origin is unknown, it will not arouse any bad suspicion.

"No, no, no, it's because this junior has limited knowledge and cannot see the real person." The Yuan Ying disciple hurriedly said: "Senior, please wait a little longer. Uncle Master said he wanted to go into seclusion a few days ago. I don't know if I can leave the seclusion now. Let the seniors wait while the juniors need to ask for instructions."

"It's natural."

Liu Qinghuan himself came from the Wenshi sect. He had previously known that the gate was mainly for Qing cultivators and rarely received outsiders. However, he did not expect to experience the difficulty of entering the mountain gate today, which made him feel a little strange.

After waiting for a while, the Nascent Soul disciple finally received instructions to lead him into the mountain-protecting formation.

The familiar scenery of the front mountain appears in front of you, with strange peaks and rocks, long bridges and waterfalls, deer walking gracefully on the rock walls, and the mountains echoing with the sound of cranes.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes filled with nostalgia, and he suddenly seemed to see the changes of fifty thousand years in every plant, tree, tile and palace. The wind and frost remained unchanged and the inheritance remained unchanged.

One day, those ordinary rocks will be imprinted with faint Taoist patterns, and the carved pillars in front of the temple will be covered with thick heritage.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly stopped, and a towering giant peak appeared in front of him. He said in surprise: "Immortal Peak! Where are the other eight peaks?"

The Nascent Soul disciple who was leading the way turned around and said, "Ah, what are the eight peaks?"

He pointed to his feet and couldn't hide his pride: "There are more than eight peaks in our Wenshi Sect."

Liu Qinghuan lowered his head. The eight peaks that should have been about the same size as the Immortal Peak were now just rolling low mountains.

He began to recall the history of the sect that he had memorized when he was young, vaguely remembering that the Eight Peaks were indeed divided after the number of disciples increased. At this time, the Wenshi Sect had only been established for more than a thousand years, and the number of disciples in the sect was only a few hundred. people.

Fortunately, the Immortal Peak did not change much. Liu Qinghuan silently followed the disciples of Yuanying to the mountainside. He saw a Taoist standing in a bamboo pavilion in the mountain with his back to this side. The breeze blew up the gray Taoist clothes on his body. The clothes seem to be flying away in the wind.

Liu Qinghuan recognized this figure instantly. The portrait hanging in the main hall of Taiyi Hall overlapped with this moment. He couldn't help but feel in awe, straightened his clothes, stepped forward and bowed deeply: "Master...senior!"

The gray Taoist robes were gently fluttering, and a clear voice with a smile fell from the top of his head: "You can call me Master."

Liu Qinghuan looked up in shock, but what he saw was a face that was much younger than he had imagined. He looked no more than twenty-four or five years old, and his eyes were deep and distant, as if he could see through his origins with just one glance.

At the same time, Liu Qinghuan found that just like the two previous disciples looked at him, they couldn't see through each other's cultivation level at all, and he couldn't help but feel shocked!

"Master, you..."

Master Wen Shi stretched out his hand to help him up, and said with a gentle expression: "You are coming from outside. This journey must be quite difficult. Please sit down and rest for a while."

From the moment he entered Yin Yang Xutian, all kinds of unexpected things happened one after another, but there was no moment that surprised Liu Qinghuan like this moment.

There was some confusion in his mind, and it was not until he sat in the bamboo pavilion that he could sort out his thoughts. He looked at Zhenren Wen Shi and said, "Master, do you know that this is the Yin Yang Xutian?"

Master Wen Shi pointed at the table, and the steaming copper kettle next to him flew up from the stove, and the fragrant tea flew out and fell into the small celadon cup.

After doing this, Master Wen Shi chuckled lightly and said, "I know, but I don't know either."

Liu Qinghuan was startled when he saw the other party raised his hand and dipped it in some tea, then put his fingertips on the table and wrote out secret fairy texts composed of messy dots and lines.

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