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Mo Lingyun also went with him, but he was there to play and not to study. After arriving at Zhongnan Mountain, Mo Lingyun happily waved Jing Rong and the others up the mountain with the storage space Jing Rong had prepared for him. Helplessly looking at Mo Lingyun, he handed him another jade token and said, "If there is any danger, smashing this jade token can delay you for a while. I also feel that, and I will naturally save you."

"Okay! Master!" Mo Lingyun nodded, put away the jade plaque, and watched Jing Rong and the others go up the mountain.

This mountain road is not easy to walk, and Zhongnan Temple is on the mountainside of Zhongnan Mountain, so the difficulty is doubled. Although it is not impossible for Yujian to go up, this is the territory of the Nan clan after all, and walking up the mountain is also a respect for the master.

However, Nan Siyuan brought people to greet him in front of the audience, which was beyond everyone's expectation.

The two sides greeted each other after bowing their hands and saluting at the same time.

"Rongxie Taoist Lord." Nan Siyuan looked at the four of Xuantianzong calmly, and didn't say anything after his eyes passed one by one.

"Nan Daochang." Jing Rong also called, Taoists can only be called a real person after breaking through the Nascent Soul. Although Nan Siyuan is now the abbot of Zhongnan Temple, he is still a Jindan monk after all, so it is just right to call him Daoist.

Daoist monks call them real people, and other monks call them Taoist monarchs or Taoists instead. This thousands of years of tradition makes it hard to guess what order it is.

Nan Siyuan didn't just welcome them, so the two parties just met each other, and then other disciples led them in.

Not long after Jing Rong and his party left, the man in black clothes who carried the letter also arrived at Zhongnanguan. Seeing his picturesque features and cool demeanor, it was really unfamiliar.

Before Nan Siyuan reacted, the disciples behind him became restless. Even though they were of the same sex, they thought that the two masters and brothers of Xuantian Zong just now were the only ones in the world. They didn't expect there to be such an outstanding son .

Yan Huai handed over the letter of invitation, and Nan Siyuan accepted it. The two of them didn't exchange words, and the few eye contact were regarded as greetings. When Nan Siyuan's eyes touched the red mole on the side of Yan Huai's finger bone, his expression changed a little, which was interesting. , which is really interesting.

He turned his head and glanced at the back of Yan Huai's leaving. He guessed his identity very closely. He is a demon cultivator. He is clearly ruthless, but he has such a thick fairy fate, not to mention the red mole on his hand. , ruthless, entangled in life and life, this destined marriage, I don't know who is suffering.

The Taoist disciples took Nan Siyuan's actions as if he was also amazed by the appearance of the person who just passed by, and the bold disciple couldn't help asking: "Brother, who was that person just now?"

"Another kind of Tianyanhuai." Nan Siyuan answered lightly, and all the Zhongnanguan disciples were struck by lightning after hearing this, "This... this... demon cultivator..."

Oh my god...they actually let a demon cultivator into it just now...

"What?" Nan Siyuan didn't react much. He knew why the disciples were so surprised. Daoist people always scatter and hide from the world, and don't like to gather in groups, so there is no very famous and grand Daoist force. Avoiding the world has always been out of contact with demon cultivators.

But Nan Siyuan felt that in the eyes of their Taoists, how could there be such a clear boundary between good and evil and power? Even if Yan Huai was a demon cultivator, he would be a visitor after receiving the invitation letter, arguing for good and evil.

The good and evil in the eyes of most people must be good and evil or evil?He, Nan Siyuan, doesn't like this.

If he wanted to argue, then he also said that Yan Huai was very destined to be a fairy, while Lao Shizi, the young master of the Hengshan Sword Sect, was full of blood, and he didn't know how many sins he had committed to become like this;

The Hengshan Sword Sect can send such a guy here for only one quota, maybe it should be considered that the Hengshan Sword Sect quota will be eliminated in the next session.Nan Siyuan greeted two more groups of people, and felt bored, so he left the road first, and walked leisurely towards the mountain road by himself.

The Banquet of the Hundred Family Sutras has always been held in Taoist temples, and most of the participants are Taoists. After a long time, everyone has formed the habit of paying homage to the ancestor master of the host Taoist temple before the lecture.

When Jing Rong took Ning Qing and the others to the subjective area, there were already many people inside, some of them were waiting to worship, more Taoist priests gathered together to talk about scriptures and Taoism, and some non-Taoist cultivators would come over to listen to them What to talk about, some Taoist priests even started to talk about Taoism when they rose up.

When Jing Rong and his group came in, the noisy hall gradually quieted down. The Taoist priests and casual monks who were able to come to the Baijia Sutra Banquet all had certain abilities and cultivation. They would not know Jing Rong. A Taoist monarch who is as famous as God.

Although Jing Rong is famous, it is not enough to silence all the participants, but he did.

There is a reason for this.

I still remember that it was the afternoon when Jing Rong first participated in the Banquet of the Hundred Family Sutras. He followed his uncles to pay homage to the Taoist patriarch as usual. Non-Taoist people don’t need to kneel and knock three times, but only need to salute. Jing Rong him, the kind who can't worship him, can't worship him alive, it's really not that he doesn't give face.

The uncle who led the team had to smile awkwardly at the people around him, lit incense for Jing Rong, and signaled him to come forward and offer incense.

Jing Rong was also obedient. He took the incense and was about to put it on the stove, but the incense broke in his hand. The awkward scene became even more weird. Zhijingrong cut off the incense in his hand and before touching the ashes, the incense candles in the whole hall were all extinguished.

Such a majestic scene is enough for Jing Rong to be famous in the Taoist sect. If it weren't for the fact that most of the people present at the time were Taoist masters, Jing Rong might not be given a monstrous name that the patriarch of the Taoist sect would not like.

But the Taoists couldn't admit that their ancestors couldn't bear the incense of a sword cultivator, and the atmosphere became stalemate for a while, and it was thanks to Zhongnanguan Zhengzheng who made a rescue.

In short, after that, no one dared to ask Jing Rong to pay homage to some ancestors. At the beginning, the master of Xuantianzong did not believe in evil. I tried to worship the worshiping god statue of Qingyue Peak, but the incense and candles on the whole peak of Qingyue Peak were all extinguished, and the real Chi Qing, the peak master of Qingyue Peak who was in the Wan Dao League, was almost blown back.

In short, it is very dangerous to put scenery into the main hall of Taoist temples.

Jing Rong's coming here is just a formality, Ning Qing and Yun Jing are the ones who are going to pay their respects, the Taoist sect does not restrict unbelievers, they can finish it with a salute, but Jing Rong can't do it, Ning Qing, who was his younger brother, could only bow more heavily, kneeling once and prostrating three times.

Although this worship is over, they can't leave for the time being.

Daoist people don’t open hexagrams easily, especially hexagrams such as fate, but many capable people are very interested in calculating Jingrong’s hexagrams, and every time they take the initiative to ask, but Jingrong doesn’t know her birth date. , and there is nothing to count.

It was Nan Siyuan who suddenly entered the palace and rescued the siege, maybe it was not a siege, because he said: "He doesn't believe in fate."

The entire hall was silent for a moment, only missing Nan Siyuan's words echoed, it is only natural that Taoist cultivators don't believe in it, and they don't feel that their fate is destined for a few days. In other words, this is not looking for a fight.

Fortunately, it was Nan Siyuan who said this. If it was someone else, he might have to debate it for [-] rounds, but Nan Siyuan, if you argue with him, he can refute it until the extension of the Hundred Classics Banquet.

After a long time, no one couldn't think about arguing with Nan Siyuan.

Such an embarrassing incident happened just after arriving at Zhongnan Temple, Jing Rong didn't want to go out much, just looking at the scenery outside the window, the layout of Zhongnan Temple seems to be a bit mysterious, being in it, my heart is peaceful , if you often live in it and practice, you will definitely benefit a lot.

The vegetation in the southern border is evergreen all year round, unlike the frosty and dry grass in the northern border. Even in a land boundary like Zhongnan Mountain, where there is no south or north, there are still wild flowers on the mountain.

Just as Jing Rong was looking, someone came along the path.It was Nan Siyuan who called first: "Mr. Rong Xie."

"Nan Daoist." Jing Rong got up and cupped his hands emptyly. There were no outsiders here, so there was no need to be so formal to salute each other.

"The Taoist Lord is very interested." Nan Siyuan put on a Taoist robe, and now he spoke in a serious manner.

Jing Rong smiled, and replied: "I see that the vegetation in Zhongnan Mountain is luxuriant, and even the growth pattern is quite aura."

"I, the Nan Clan, has chosen a situation for a hundred years to plant myself, so naturally I won't miss it." Nan Siyuan didn't learn from the world's way of mutual humility. When others praised him, he would admit it openly. If the scolding was reasonable, he would admit it and praise him. If the scolding is false, he will refute it.

"If you need anything, just tell my disciples to do it." Standing with Jing Rong, Nan Siyuan was really uncomfortable, the light was shining brightly.

"Okay." Jing Rong responded.

Nan Siyuan wanted to leave immediately, but was stopped by Jing Rong: "Can I ask, why doesn't Master Nan like me?"

"It's not that I don't like it, but..."

"Ok?"

"Didn't my father praise you, Jibei Qiming?" It was rare for Nan Siyuan to show such a hesitant expression, and he paused before continuing: "Qingxing, right, but in my eyes, you Just like the lonely moon that night."

To put it simply, Jing Rongliang in the crowd panicked.

What Nan Siyuan said is the truth. He only needs to look at the face to see a person, and the aura around him can be faintly seen. He has seen many people, black, white, red, purple, Only I haven't seen anyone as bright as Jing Rong.

Not only eye-catching but also heart-wrenching.

"Thank you, Daoist, for clarifying the confusion." Jing Rong's expression did not change. He and Nan Siyuan both knew each other's nature, and it is impossible to shake hands and make peace immediately after talking about it. Nan Siyuan's aloof temperament, willing to explain it to him Great good.

Seeing that Jing Rong still kept the same smile just now, Nan Siyuan just took a deep look at him, turned around and left.

Nan Siyuan is not easy to divination, but everyone who knows him knows that he is like a god of divination, and there are few people like Jingrong who have no desire to know about their own destiny, although they can know his destiny just by looking at the light around him He is magnanimous, but it can be bright in the extreme north, the highest and brightest, and also the most lonely and cold. If you change its name, it will be called Tiansha Lone Star.

Fortunately, Jing Rong was so lucky to live.