The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

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After Yang Jian said kill, his figure disappeared into the courtyard.

Ran Min suddenly came back to his senses, and was slightly stunned the next second. He actually met the immortal god. Thinking back to the scene he saw before, Ran Min finally suppressed the excitement in his heart. .

With a flash of light in his eyes, Ran Min shouted: "Come here!"

Seeing his deputy come in, Ran Min began to give instructions to him about leaving the capital.

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Yang Jian said he wanted to kill someone, but the direction he went to at this time was not the palace, but towards Dongshi.

This place is close to the palace. As for me, I came here because there is a Western temple here.

Dressed in white clothes, Yang Jian had nothing in his hands. He just walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back, attracting the attention of many people on the road.

In troubled times, there are very few people who dress like this. Even the aristocratic families in those days were wearing simple clothes when they were living in the north, unlike Yang Jian.

Excessive plainness is another aspect of gorgeousness. Nowadays, the only people in the city who dare to wear it like this are the royal family members.

I don’t know how long they walked, but Yang Jian seemed to be measuring how big the capital was. When he raised his head again, he found that he had arrived outside a huge temple.

Nearly the entire street is within the scope of this large temple, and even the Dragon Temple in the city is somewhat dwarfed by it.

Looking at the three golden characters 'Jingtianyuan', a sneer appeared on Yang Jian's lips.

At this moment, many people walked out of the courtyard, accompanied by people who were serving in the courtyard wearing green clothes. Their expressions were full of respect, and they obviously had just worshiped in this courtyard.

Yang Jian's heart moved and he planned to listen to what these people had to say.

"Yuanzhu will stay. I'm just here to fulfill my wish this time. Thank you very much for Yuanzhu's previous guidance."

"Layers, don't be too polite. We are just respecting the wishes of the gods and enlightening you. This is where your merits lie." Qingyi Yuanzhu said with a smile.

The man bowed and thanked him again, then turned and left.

Yang Jian watched the man leave, with a flash of golden light in his eyes. He found that the man was plagued by bad luck, but more importantly, he was filled with evil spirits. He was obviously a person with bad character.

"You Western-educated people are really not picky at all."

After roughly understanding what the problem was, Yang Jian looked up at the Jingtian Courtyard with disgust in his eyes.

The Tsing Yi Yuan Zhu who was standing outside the courtyard gate couldn't help but feel moved when he saw Yang Jian standing on the street as if he was an independent person. He looked at the plaque behind him.

When he looked at Yang Jian carefully, he was overjoyed when he saw that he had deep blessings.

This, this is a lucky person! ?

This is not the first time that Yuan Zhuhui has used the method of observing qi. In addition, he has never seen anyone with such profound luck, so it is inevitable that he will feel excited.

As if he was worried about Yang Jian leaving, Nayuan Zhu suddenly came back to his senses and quickly walked down the steps towards Yang Jian.

He looked at Yang Jian with a look on his face, and it took him a while to suppress the excitement in his heart.

Seeing that Yuan Zhu's eyes glowing as he looked at him, Yang Jian's heart moved, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Householder..."

Before Yuan Zhu finished speaking, he heard Yang Jian say: "Who does Yuan Zhu study under?"

Upon hearing the question, the director was stunned. Apparently he did not expect that the other party would ask him the question first and knew that he was the director.

With a slight movement in his heart, Yuan Zhu opened his mouth and said, "My name is Fakong, and I am studying under Master Futu Cheng."

"Your Excellency, you are not from the capital?"

After asking Yang Jian softly, he found that he didn't know him, and he was dressed gorgeously. He didn't recognize him yet, so he could be sure that he was not from the capital.

Yang Jian smiled slightly and said, "I come from the land of Bashu."

Hearing this, Fakong was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding why Yang Jian came here all the way.

"Fakong Yuan, would you please come in and sit down?"

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, Fakong suddenly came back to his senses. A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then he said: "Your Excellency is admitted to the hospital lightly. I happen to have something to say to you."

I sighed in my heart that people with good fortune are extraordinary. Maybe this is the opportunity that Master said.

I bumped into him accidentally today, and even without an invitation, this person took the initiative to ask to be admitted to the hospital. It was really a great opportunity.

Fakong, who was in a good mood, took Yang Jian into the courtyard and began to introduce Yang Jian to the surrounding buildings and the statues of immortals and gods.

Looking at the statues of gods, Yang Jian's face was full of curiosity, but he was sneering in his heart.

The side hall is gorgeously decorated, and the statues of gods are all just clay sculptures.

As for the ones in the main hall, most of them are gold bodies. Where can you find so much gold in today's troubled times?

If you can't cultivate a golden body, do you plan to use gold to build a golden body?

In his heart, Yang Jian felt ashamed that the Western religion was still so extravagant in troubled times.

Jingtianyuan seems to occupy an extremely large area, but the main halls are extremely sparse.

There is only one largest hall in the entire Jingtian Courtyard, and the person enshrined in it is a venerable Western sect. Yang Jian was somewhat impressed.

Looking at the huge statue, Yang Jian couldn't help but grin. Fa Kong, who was standing behind him, didn't see it. Seeing Yang Jian staring at the statue, Fa Kong hesitated for a moment and then said: "This is Pudu in our religion." The Venerable One is one of the Eight Great Venerables, with righteousness and the intention to spread the truth of the world."

Hearing what Fakong said, Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head.

I finally remembered that when he came to the Western Sect with the Dragon King, this person was still a Daluo Jinxian.

In the past hundred years, because of worshiping the golden body of incense, he has advanced to the realm of Hunyuan Golden Immortal, which is a good opportunity.

Seemingly realizing that Yang Jian cared about His Holiness, Fakong hesitated for a moment and then said, "Do you want to offer incense and worship?"

Yang Jian was slightly startled when he heard this, then shook his head and said, "No, he can't stand my bow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fakong was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Yang Jian with horror in his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

What did you hear? This man actually said that Venerable Pudu did not deserve his worship! ?

Is this person crazy?

While feeling frightened in his heart, Fakong smiled dryly and said, "Father, please don't make fun of me."

"I never joke." Yang Jian said lightly, then turned around and walked out of the hall, heading towards the scene.

Looking at Yang Jian's back blankly, Fakong suddenly frowned. For a moment, Fakong always felt that something was not right.

Yang Jian stood on the square, looked around, raised his feet on the bricks on the ground and nodded, then turned to look at Fa Kong.

"Call your master Futucheng and tell him that I want to see him."

The tone was quite casual, but the words he spoke sounded serious.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that my master is the master of the State of Zhao. Even the emperor is very respectful and sends important ministers to ask him every day. When has he ever been called by his name like this?

With a chill on his face, Fa Kong looked at Yang Jian coldly, regardless of whether he was a lucky person or not, and said in a cold voice: "Father, this is a pure land. You are so rude, where do you put our Jingtian Courtyard?" land?"

"Moreover! How can a mortal like you say Master's name at will?"

mortal?

At this time, Yang Jian looked at Fakong in surprise. The man in front of him actually thought he was a mortal? Also, could Futucheng have become an immortal?

"Oh, there is such a huge spectrum. I have never seen it before."

"If all your Western religions look like this, there will be no need to live." Looking at Fakong's ugly face, Yang Jian sneered: "Then tell your master, Yang Jian, the Holy Lord of the Dragon Palace, is here. "