Chapter 436: Nine Sects of Taoism! Sunset Patriarch

Outside the capital city, there is a wild teahouse.

Holding the wine gourd, the old Taoist stared straight at Uncle Qin with drunken eyes, a smile that was not a smile appeared on his flushed face.

"You can come, but I can't?" Uncle Qin said indifferently: "You raised that kid, but his life is his own."

"Old Qin, what nonsense are you talking about?" The old Taoist sneered.

"Yuan Wang Fahui, as long as he takes the last step, it will be an immeasurable achievement, following the path of his father."

The old man Qin's old hand fell on the table, his eyes glowed with a cold luster.

"Zhou Xuan didn't just want to take the throne of Yuan Wang back then, I know exactly what you guys want to do."

The old Taoist narrowed his eyes, raised his eyes to look deeply, and then grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"It's worthy of the blood of the great ancestor, a descendant of the royal family."

As he spoke, the old Taoist raised his wine gourd and drank with his head raised.

Uncle Qin's face was cold. There are not many people in this world who he can't see through, but the old Taoist priest is one of them.

He had known this person since he was young, but he still hadn't figured out the origin of the other person.

This vein is extremely mysterious, it seems to be withered, but it contains terror.

Whether it is the old Taoist priest in front of him, or Zhou Xuan back then.

The disciples are sporadic and neglected, but each one has unimaginable opportunities and strengths.

Uncle Qin has lived in Ping'an town for more than 20 years, but he has never figured out the origin of the old Taoist priest.

But Uncle Qin can confirm that what they are going to do is earth-shattering and will affect the world.

"Old man Qin, the Great Qin Taizu said back then that the blood of the royal family is not allowed to interfere in the ceremony of King Yuan." The old Taoist smiled slightly: "You'd better sit in the high cabinet with your hands tied and watch quietly."

As he spoke, the old Taoist pinned the gourd to his waist, grabbed a roast chicken on the table, and turned to leave.

"You want to..."

Uncle Qin's complexion changed slightly, as if he had thought of something.

"Hahaha..." The old Taoist laughed loudly, turned around and left.

"When the storm rises suddenly, there must be a real dragon, and the thunder and lightning will follow, and the world will change. Good luck and disaster will come, but good fortune will be prophetic. The insignificant is fixed, and the ever-changing is constant. The world is vast, and the time and fortune..."

The leisurely chanting resounded outside the city, ethereal like a cloud of smoke, getting farther and farther away, and finally dissipated.

...

Lingzhao Mountain, Imperial Palace.

There was a dead silence in the towering hall.

Xu Jiansheng looked at the figure on the highest throne, felt the cold and undulating momentum, and quickly lowered his head.

This day was simply terrible for Imperial Palace.

After planning for so many years, even at the sacrifice of the previous king of Yuan, who was besieged and killed with all his heart and soul, it took more than ten years of hard work, and Ye Kong has just been born.

Originally thought that this Yuan Wang Dharma Conference was just going through the motions.

For Ye Kong, there is no suspense at all for sweeping the heroes and conferring the title of King Yuan.

anti-palm pattern,

Simple as hell.

But no one expected that Zhou Dao's birth would completely disrupt the planning and deployment of the Imperial Palace.

No one expected that before the thirty-three days of trials were over, that kid would be able to directly enter the central tomb.

Throughout the past dynasties of the Yuan Dynasty, there has never been such an unimaginable event, it is simply unimaginable.

At this moment, even the Lord of Imperial Palace couldn't sit still.

"That brat, who the hell is he?" the Palace Master of Imperial Palace shouted in a deep voice.

Her voice was ethereal and deep, like an abyss collapsing, and electricity pierced the sky, revealing a palpitating majesty.

The scene at the bottom of the Meteor Ruins that day appeared in front of my eyes, as if it was just yesterday.

That brat uttered wild words in front of everyone. What he despised was not only Ye Kong, but also the aloof Imperial Palace.

At that time, the owner of Imperial Palace didn't pay attention to the wild words of a brat.

I was young and ignorant, I didn't know the vastness of the world, and I watched the sky from the well, and I got superficial supernatural powers, so I thought I was invincible in the world.

She has seen too many juniors like this.

But ever since the Yuan King Fa Conference started, the owner of Chiling Palace felt that something was wrong.

Every time the information comes, there will always be Zhou Dao's name, he kills all the way, makes great strides, and constantly becomes the focus of everyone.

However, whether it was the disciples of the Imperial Palace who were punished, or the fall of Chen Jianyi, or the beheading of the great demon.

The owner of the Imperial Palace has never wavered in her confidence. In her eyes, these are just the struggles of Zhou Dao before his defeat, the fireworks on the way of a little ghost fighting against his fate.

Before the vast situation of Imperial Palace, under the absolute strength of Ye Kong, no matter Zhou Dao or anyone else, they would all be reduced to a foil.

Once upon a time, this idea was as firm as a rock in the heart of the Palace Master, unshakable.

But today, she was completely dumbfounded.

The trial is over, and you go directly to the Central Tomb, how can others play?

After a hard work, it turned out that he was destined to be just a companion?

Such an unbelievable thing completely exceeded the cognition of the owner of Imperial Palace.

At this moment, apart from deep anger and shock, this mighty woman was also a little panicked.

For them, the King Yuan Fa Conference seemed to be over.

"Palace Master, this kid is also surnamed Zhou, could it be Zhou Xuan's back then..."

At this moment, an elder whispered.

But before he finished his words, a terrifying coercion came from the highest throne, like the collapse of the sky, shattering the world.

The elder retreated suddenly, his face was pale, and there was infinite horror in his eyes.

"Cheya, what are you talking nonsense about? Still not backing down?"

Elder Tian Xing's expression changed again and again, and he cast sharp eyes and shouted violently.

Elder Fang Fang was full of fear, bowed his body, and hurriedly retreated.

"Palace Master, rest assured, you are talking nonsense." Elder Tian Xing apologized on his behalf. He lowered his head with an extremely ugly expression.

The siege and killing of Zhou Xuan back then was presided over by the palace lord himself, and the father and son died in front of them, it was so real, how could there be any reason for them to be spared?

This inference is not only groundless, but also bold and reckless, and even has traces of rebellion against the Lord.

Zhou Xuan, that man's name is a taboo to Imperial Palace.

You know, back then, the palace lord and Zhou Xuan almost had...

"If there is no basis and no basis, anyone who speaks lies again will be punished." The Lord of Imperial Palace shouted.

As he spoke, the Master of Imperial Palace's expression softened slightly: "Since the little ghost has already entered the Central Tomb, what should he do now?"

"Palace Master, it doesn't matter even if he enters the central tomb. The Yuan King's ceremony is a great sacrifice, and the sacrifice has not been completed. It is impossible for him to complete the ceremony and inherit the Yuan King's throne."

Elder Tian Xing came out and said softly: "There are still five days left, and the trial will end. As long as Ye Kong enters the central tomb and beheads the little devil, there is still a chance."

People in the world don't know that the Yuan King Ceremony is an extremely long and complicated process. After the trial, the sacrifices are screened, and the sacrifices are entered into the central tomb for a grand sacrifice. After selection, the final one is determined, and the keel appears.

The so-called keel is the most special piece of [Dharma Bone] refined by the group of Taoist priests in ancient times by sacrificing the world's dragon veins, and it is also the key to open the ceremony and inherit the throne of Yuan Wang.

As a matter of fact, the King Yuan Fa Conference has just been in its half.

Even if Zhou Dao enters the central tomb and the keel does not appear, he can only wait for the latecomers.

"Five days!?" Palace Master Chi Ling murmured softly.

In the past, she could wait for five days, but Zhou Dao's past made her feel a little uneasy.

"Let's go away."

The Lord of Imperial Palace waved his hand, got up and walked in one direction.

"That's..." Elder Tian Xing's complexion changed slightly.

There is the direction to [Night Palace].

There lived the strongest existence in the Imperial Palace, the great enemy of the previous King Yuan, Ye Shen.

...

The realm of life and death, the central hinterland.

The ancient mountains stand on the earth, as if this is the end of the sky, the mountains are strange, like a dragon falling into the world.

Looking from a distance, this ancient mountain is like a big tomb, like forever, burying everything in the past.

"Is this the big tomb?"

Zhou Dao was horrified, his eyes swept across, his eyes were full of scars, ruined walls, altars and tripods... all desolate and defeated.

This place used to be glorious for a while, and all dharmas were buried and returned to the dust, and the dust was sealed with the years.

Zhou Dao wandered in it, feeling more and more oppressed in his heart.

The majestic stone gate is like a moat, embedded in the ancient mountains, as if separating life and death, yin and yang.

There is a completely different scene, another world.

"The central tomb, who is buried here?"

Zhou Dao was in a trance, and his heart was extremely curious.

At the end of the world-renowned King Yuan's Ceremony, it was to sacrifice to this tomb.

Three thousand years ago, Taizu founded the country and reopened the Yuan King's Dharma Assembly. Since then, a great sacrifice will be held in 33 years.

The major affairs of the country are only worship and Rong.

The weight of this large tomb is not small, but for so many years, no one knows who is buried here.

"This is……"

Suddenly, Zhou Dao's eyes lit up, and he found that on the ancient huge stone gate, there were actually a pair of murals carved, mottled with vicissitudes, and I don't know how many years of baptism they have experienced.

Many of them have long since faded away and are difficult to see clearly.

The images on these murals are extremely exaggerated and weird, with one stroke and one stroke, and the engravings are mysterious, like the marks on the bones.

Zhou Dao stroked the marks on it, identifying them one by one.

The ancient temple in the deep mountain is like a hidden abyss, and a mysterious corpse is hidden in it, engulfed by black air, and remains motionless.

A group of Taoist priests set up a big tripod, burned incense and worshiped, and prayed day and night.

Finally one day, there was a wave from the mysterious corpse, and a magical substance flowed out of it and merged into the bodies of the group of Taoist priests.

The sky is wide open, and the fairy lights are falling.

The group of Taoist priests lifted up the clouds and flew away, leaving the world of mortals.

"Teaching Ascension!?"

Zhou Dao was startled, showing strange color.

Could the enshrined corpse be a fairy or a god? Did those Taoist priests rise up in the daylight and turn into immortals?

Looking at it, Zhou Dao felt extremely strange in his heart. This kind of record is like a legend, and the nothingness is almost unreal, like a story told by a storyteller.

The murals on this stone gate seem to be engraved in chronological order.

Zhou Dao followed the murals and looked down, many of which had long since faded away and could not be distinguished clearly.

Until later, the nine fairy mountains descended and found them there.

The treasures of the nine fairy mountains rose up, each with a name, sacrificed treasures, and invited the mysterious corpse from them.

Longevity Gate, Taiyi Gate, Panhuang Gate, Longhu Mountain, Feixian Palace, Heitianzong, Taiyi Gate, Nine Wonderful Temples, and the Way of Heavenly Masters.

Nine sects! ?

Zhou Dao's eyes trembled slightly. Except for the first three, the ones behind are the six major sects of Taoism today, who are in charge of the world's monks' ears.

As for the Longevity Gate, the Taiyi Gate... two thousand years ago, they were also famous and shocked the world.

As for the Panhuang Sect, Zhou Dao had never heard of it, but to be able to rank alongside these sects was quite unusual.

Three of the nine sects have gone, and now there are only six sects of Taoism left.

"Is there any connection?"

Zhou Dao murmured softly, he vaguely guessed that what was enshrined in this large tomb was the mysterious corpse in the mural.

It's just that he didn't know why this corpse ended up here, and where did the Yuan King's ceremony come from!

Zhou Dao continued to read.

According to the records on the murals on the Shimen Gate, the Yuan King Ceremony existed long before the rise of Taizu, and it was also held every 33 years.

Later, something went wrong in the previous court, and the Yuan King's Fahui came to an abrupt end, even stopping halfway.

This seems to be the root cause of the downfall of the previous dynasty.

"The underground labyrinth... They want to completely occupy this tomb, and dug a corner from it!?"

Zhou Dao's mind moved slightly, this tomb was sacred and unshakable.

But the royal family of the former dynasty became greedy and tried to get their hands on it and completely control it.

The underground labyrinth in the Meteor Ruins was a corner they dug out from the tomb with the power of the whole country.

It's a pity that they underestimated the strangeness and power of this tomb, which led to the disaster of destroying the country.

"Who is buried in this big tomb?" Zhou Dao became more curious and continued to read.

In a blink of an eye, it has reached the end of the mural.

There, a man emerged from the tomb, bathed in blood.

He is as imposing as a dragon, with divine power equal to the sky, mastering the power of the world, and setting the sun, the moon, and the universe.

From then on, a new dynasty came, and the country continued for thousands of years.

"Taizu..." Zhou Dao was slightly moved.

He recognized it, this is Great Qin Taizu, the most outstanding figure in the world for three thousand years.

That is to say, starting from him, the Yuan King's Dharma Conference was restarted, and Daqin was sitting in the world, with prosperous luck and great power.

"Taizu restarted the grand ceremony, and the world will be peaceful from now on..." Zhou Dao murmured softly.

Since the founding of the Great Qin Dynasty, only two thousand years ago, the Dao King Sacrifice was considered a catastrophe that swept the world. The calamity lasted nine years without end.

This is a taboo that was strictly banned by the current government. Those who speak are guilty, and they are worried that they will write down records and discuss them, and their families will be ransacked.

"Gone!?"

Zhou Dao frowned slightly. This tomb has existed for too long, and most of the murals on it have been obliterated. Although some clues can be vaguely seen, there is still no clue about the owner of this tomb.

"Look at the source."

With a thought, Zhou Dao took two steps back, moved his gaze upwards, and found the beginning of time, the very beginning.

There was a picture clearly engraved there.

Zhou Dao only glanced at it, then froze.

At the end of the sky, with the setting sun on Cangshan Mountain, a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe sits cross-legged in the world.

There was also a person sitting opposite him, mysterious and engulfed in black energy.

The two figures looked at each other and sat talking.

"Master Patriarch!?" Zhou Dao shouted with his eyes wide open.

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