The years when I was not the protagonist

In the secret room, Gu Chuan received the news from the tree demon, he smashed the stone tablet of teaching with one punch, and lifted the whole stone tablet from the ground.

beep~
A burst of golden light surged, and a relic the size of a cobblestone appeared below.

Sure enough, although the material of this Dharma transmission stone tablet is good, if it is not nourished by treasures, it is impossible to still stand after such a long time.

One relic was exchanged for two hundred power points. Although the sparrow is small, it is still meat.

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From this night, there was an old tree outside the Gu's Martial Arts Hall, and the residents living nearby didn't feel any disharmony, as if this ancient tree had grown here before.

The strength of this tree demon is not bad, it can already affect the surrounding creatures with its divine sense, and it should be about to form an alchemy, just like a warrior, there is a realm of holding alchemy above the innate, and it is called a land god.

On the second day, Qi An came to the martial arts hall early, and he was very attentive during this time.

After the incident that day, Qi Ziming revealed Ying Deshui's identity to Qi An, and Qi An was relieved. As Gu Chuan's apprentice, if the Ying family pursued him, he would definitely not be able to escape.

So from the past few days, Qi An went to the martial arts hall every day, for no reason, just to urge Gu Chuan to practice hard.

Qi An has no idea about himself, he just wants his master to be better, and he hopes that his master will become a dragon.

Qi An came to the martial arts hall and looked at the ancient tree in surprise, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, but suddenly the branches and leaves of the ancient tree swayed, Qi An shook his head and walked away.

This ancient tree was originally planted here, so what's so strange about it.

In the martial arts hall, Qi An was practicing hard, every time he punched, he would yell hehehaha, but his eyes kept looking in the direction of Gu Chuan.

"Master, don't you feel ashamed when I work so hard?" Qi An said weakly.

He hopes to use his own efforts to awaken Gu Chuan's fighting spirit.

"Master, we can't be decadent anymore, come and practice kung fu with me, real men have to practice hard kung fu, the whole body must be as hard as iron, hehehaha..."

Gu Chuan was unmoved, didn't he know what this kid was thinking?
Isn't it because he is afraid that he will not be able to support the people of the Ying family, and he will be buried with him.

"Since you have such great determination, I can't neglect you as a teacher."

A smile appeared on Qi An's face, thinking that his plan had succeeded.

"Today, you can punch the spirit monkey a hundred times, and you don't have to leave until you finish the beating."

Qi An's face was bitter, but he didn't dare to resist, so he could only vent his sorrow on his fists and kicks.

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The Dharma transmission stele in Dakong Temple should be true. Zikong didn’t lie, it’s just that the stele was broken, and the inheritance inside has disappeared.

Dakong Temple was passed down from Xuantian Temple, and there must be a complete stele for teaching the Dharma there.

But as one of the big forces in this world, Dakong Temple must be suppressed by masters, and it is very likely that if you go by yourself, you will not be able to please.

Gu Chuan finally decided to go there, not only for the exercises, but also for the spiritual objects. As a big force in Xuantian Temple, there will definitely be many spiritual objects. When the time comes...

As soon as he said that, Gu Chuan turned around and walked out of the martial arts gym, leaving behind Qi An, who dared not miss out on hitting him once. He had tried Gu Chuan's method before, and if he knew that he had skipped a single time of Spirit Monkey Fist, he would definitely be trained to peel off his skin.

As soon as Gu Chuan left, Gu Wenguang led people to check here.

After receiving Ran Xiuzhu's order last night, Gu Wenguang arranged for people to search the entire Huaning County early in the morning.

Finally, I learned that the last place where Guanghe Xiangshi appeared was in Gu's Martial Arts Hall, and there happened to be a river behind the martial arts hall.

Gu Wenguang didn't dare to think too much, he looked a little complicated towards Gu Chuan, this cousin was not as good as him in everything, but now he can become the helm of the largest force in Huaning County because of him.

If Guanghe Xiangshi was really killed by Gu Chuan, Gu Wenguang really didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Maybe let him kneel at Ran Xiuzhu's feet and pray, maybe he can save his life.

Knowing that Gu Chuan was not in the martial arts hall, Gu Wenguang was relieved.

However, the information found must be reported to Ran Xiuzhu. With Ran Xiuzhu's identity, it will be a matter of time before he finds out the information, and using false information to deceive him will only bring shame upon himself.

After Ran Xiuzhu received the news, he immediately came to the location of the martial arts hall.

Before he got close, there was a serious look in his eyes, that tree was not simple.

Ran Xiuzhu didn't approach rashly, and after thinking about it, he turned and left.

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Xuantian Temple is still some distance away from Huaning County. Gu Chuan bought a fast horse and ran for nine days at a leisurely pace, asking 13 people before arriving at the foot of Xuantian Temple.

Different from the defeated statue of Dakong Temple, Xuantian Temple is full of incense, and pilgrims come and go in an endless stream.

Today is the first day of the new year, and Gu Chuan heard from an old man passing by that a merchant spent 1 taels of silver to buy incense from Xuantian Temple.

This kind of thing happens every month, especially on the first day of the Lunar New Year, when the price of touxiang was once fired to a sky-high price of 10 taels.

The architecture of Xuantian Temple is many times more luxurious than that of Dakong Temple. Every Buddha statue is made of pure gold, and the pillars in the treasure hall are also inlaid with gold, making it a magnificent image.

Gu Chuan pretended to be a pilgrim, and wanted to continue shopping, but a young novice suddenly appeared in front of Gu Chuan.

"Amitabha, benefactor, please come with me. I, the elder of Xuantian Temple, have been waiting for a long time."

Gu Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the Dharma transmission stele in Dakong Temple was indeed related to Xuantian Temple.

It's just that the old monk in the stele said that I had too much desire to kill, and the monk from Xuantian Temple didn't know how to deal with him.

If you come, you will be safe, and Gu Chuan followed the little novice out of the treasure hall and up the mountain.

"The temple at the bottom of the mountain is for pilgrims to burn incense and pray. The real root of Xuantian Temple is on this Xuankong Mountain." The little novice continued to introduce Gu Chuan softly all the way up.

From his words, Gu Chuan could hear a hint of pride, a hint of showing off, it seemed that he was not good enough in Taoism.

The buildings on Xuanyuan Mountain are much simpler than the temples at the foot of the mountain. Although there are no gold threads or silver threads, every architectural carving is extremely exquisite, and it should be from the hands of a certain master.

Seeing that Gu Chuan didn't respond, the little novice felt bored and stopped talking.

Lead Gu Chuan to a stone table and he went down.

There is a chessboard on the stone table, and there is still an unfinished game on the chessboard.

An old monk came out from behind and raised his hand to signal Gu Chuan to sit down.

Gu Chuan was also unceremonious, but this time he sat on the white side with a clear advantage, and left the bad black chess to the old monk.

The old monk who just appeared was stunned when he saw Gu Chuan sitting in front of him, why didn't this person behave according to common sense.

He was obviously standing in the direction of the black chess, and he was standing in the direction of the white chess, so he insisted on running to sit in front of him.

The old monk who looked like a master had no choice but to say: "Benefactor, this is Linglong's endgame, you are sitting in the wrong seat."

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