Chapter 170 Charity Hall Crisis

The sky was high and the clouds were light, Yang Ling rode the 100-foot black dragon through the sky.

The sky was as blue as a wash, and a few white clouds floated slowly, and the clouds were torn into thin white ribbons.

He stood tall on the broad back of the 100-foot black dragon, looking expectantly at the towering Daluo Mountain in the distance.

As they approached, the outline of Daluo Mountain gradually became clear. The mountain peaks were verdant and surrounded by clouds and mist, as if it was a bridge connecting heaven and earth.

As they got closer and closer to Daluo Mountain, Yang Ling's mood also slightly fluctuated. He had been in the underworld for a long time, and he had not seen his wife and children for more than two years.

Black Dragon Ao Ming was also very excited at this moment.

This powerful dragon has been living a displaced life since he failed to fight for the throne, and was finally forced to hide in the Forgetful River.

But since he became connected with Yang Ling, his fate has changed dramatically, and now he is about to step into the dojo of the saint of the human religion!

If those of the same clan knew about this, they would be envious and jealous.

As they approached, the hidden entrance to the cave spread out like water waves, and automatically dispersed when they approached, as if welcoming their return.

After entering the Xuandu Cave, Yang Ling rode the black dragon straight to his own courtyard.

From a distance, he saw two familiar figures fighting by the waterfall.

They were his two sons, Yang Zhao and Yang Jian.

Twelve-year-old Yang Zhao was handsome and upright, with a heroic look between his eyebrows. Obviously, the past two years have not been wasted.

And the six-year-old Yang Jian looked like a porcelain doll with crystal skin and a faint glow. He was extraordinary at first glance.

This was the appearance of his cultivation of the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong reaching a certain level. His body was crystal clear like jade, and his muscles and bones were strong and transparent. Although he was still young, his eyes revealed a determination to not give up.

Yang Ling did not rush to show up, but chose to watch quietly from a distance.

The two brothers fought back and forth. The two profound skills, the Divine Elephant Prison Power and the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong, both have the effect of tempering the body, so they have already possessed a strong physical body at a young age. Even Yang Jian can carry mountains and seas with his physical strength alone.

Under Yang Zhao's deliberate control, the two children used their powers of similar difference to spar and hone their skills. The two forces collided in the air, making a deafening roar.

The mist beside the waterfall was splashed everywhere by their magic power, and the rainbow was looming in the mist.

"What a powerful two kids!"

The black dragon Ao Ming widened his eyes and stared at Yang Zhao and Yang Jian below, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Why do I feel like even I can't beat them?"

At this time, Yang Zhao seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Yang Ling in the distance, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Father! "Yang Zhao shouted loudly, his voice full of excitement.

Yang Jian heard his brother's shout and quickly turned around, his clear eyes searching. When he saw Yang Ling, a bright smile immediately bloomed on his little face.

"Father!" Yang Jian's voice was small, but also full of joy.

Yang Ling jumped off the black dragon's back, strode towards his two sons, opened his arms, and hugged them tightly in his arms.

"Master!"

The Black Dog Fairy rushed out of the distant woods like a black lightning, walked quickly to the front, bowed his head and called respectfully.

Yang Ling nodded, pointed to the black dragon Ao Ming beside him, and said to the Black Dog Fairy: "Take this black dragon to find the flat-horned green bull and learn the rules well.

If you are not honest, drive him out. "

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely be honest! "

The black dragon Ao Ming quickly expressed his attitude, feeling uneasy and no longer as high-spirited as before.

Soon, the dragon and the dog flew together into the depths of the forest and disappeared from Yang Ling's sight.

Yang Ling returned home with his two sons.

Yun Hua, who was in seclusion to comprehend the way of the sword, seemed to sense his return and brought little Yang Chan out to greet him.

Before going to the underworld, Yang Ling sent both of them to Xuandu Cave Heaven because he was worried that they would be in danger if they stayed in Chaoge.

After more than two years of not seeing each other, little Yang Chan had grown up a lot, but Yun Hua had not changed at all.

No, she had successfully passed the Golden Immortal Tribulation and entered the Golden Immortal Realm.

In addition, the divine power of the God of Justice in her body had also All of them were stripped off and inherited by little Yang Chan.

In the evening, Yunhua personally cooked several side dishes that Yang Ling liked to eat. The family ate and chatted around the table until very late before returning to their rooms.

The next morning, the sun shone through the mist, dyeing the earth golden. Yang Ling tidied up a little in the courtyard, and then walked alone to the Bajing Palace.

The Bajing Palace is located on the top of a beautiful mountain. There are gurgling waters between the palaces, birds singing and flowers blooming. The surrounding mountains seem to be covered with golden coats under the shining of the morning sun. Cranes fly in the clouds and mist, and the warm wind blows through the pine waves, making bursts of rustling sounds.

He stood in front of the palace, took a deep breath, and then said respectfully: "Disciple Yang Ling asks for an audience."

The simple palace gate slowly opened, and a little Taoist boy rubbed his eyes and walked out. Seeing Yang Ling, he said happily: "It turns out that my senior brother is back... The master said that you can just go in directly. "

Yang Ling nodded, took out two candied haws and handed them over, then walked quickly into the Bajing Palace.

I saw the Taiqing saint with white beard and hair sitting cross-legged on a futon not far from the alchemy stove. He was wearing a fishtail crown and a Bagua robe. He was holding a banana fan and gently fanning the fire. There was no joy on his face. No sorrow.

Yang Ling bowed respectfully, "Disciple Yang Ling, pay your respects to the teacher."

Saint Taiqing opened his eyes, his gaze was like the deep starry sky. He waved his hand to indicate to Yang Ling that there was no need to be polite.

"You did a good job this time." Saint Taiqing's voice was calm and deep. "The merger of heaven and earth, as well as the various reforms in the underworld, are all good deeds that benefit countless sentient beings."

Yang Ling heard this and said humbly: "Everything the disciple has done is done under the guidance of the teacher. Without the teacher's guidance, how could the disciple accomplish this?"

After hearing this, Saint Taiqing showed a smile on his face and smiled: "I am very pleased that you can have this intention. But you don't have to be too humble. You can do this because of your own efforts and understanding. That’s why.”

Yang Ling felt warmth surge in his heart as he listened to Saint Taiqing's praise, but he knew that he still had a long way to go and many things to do.

"Teacher, this disciple comes back this time to ask about something."

Yang Ling explained in detail how he obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi, then looked at Saint Taiqing and said, "Thank you, teacher, for suppressing the leader of the Styx. Otherwise, I'm afraid the disciples would be eaten alive by those quasi-sages."

Having said this, he paused for a moment, and then with a thought, a ray of purple energy emerged from his soul, turning into a small purple cloud that floated quietly above his head.

He looked at Saint Taiqing and asked seriously: "Teacher, what do you think should be done with this Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

Saint Taiqing looked at the purple Qingyun above Yang Ling's head, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes, and said with a smile: "This Hongmeng Purple Qi is your chance. It is naturally up to you to deal with it. You don't need to ask me for help."

Yang Ling smiled bitterly when he heard this and said: "Of course I understand that this is a great opportunity, but when I was in the underworld, I tried to refine this Hongmeng Purple Qi, but there was no reaction at all."

Saint Taiqing smiled and shook his head: "That's because your realm is too low. This Hongmeng Purple Qi is the most mysterious thing in the world, how can you easily understand its secrets?

Even if your understanding is astonishing, you must at least be a Daluo Jinxian. "

When Yang Ling heard this, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

He has not even attained the Taiyi Path and Fruit yet. If he wants to attain the Daluo Path and Fruit, he still doesn’t know that he will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse and the Moon.

Seeing this, Saint Taiqing added: "You don't have to be discouraged. Although you can't refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi now, the Hongmeng Purple Qi itself is a supreme treasure. You can store it in your soul first. , celebrate it with merit, and when you understand the great road, you can get twice the result with half the effort."

When Yang Ling heard this, he suddenly felt happy. He knew that this Hongmeng Purple Qi could help people realize the Tao, but it only required a lot of merit to activate it.

He nodded quickly and said, "Thank you teacher for your guidance."

After saying that, he took the purple Qingyun back into his body and carefully stored it deep in the soul, allowing it to enter his own merits and virtues Qingyun.

Saint Taiqing nodded, "Well, since you are back, let's take a good rest for a while. Next, you still have many things to do."

Hearing this, Yang Ling understood what Taiqing Sage meant, so he bowed respectfully, said goodbye and left.

He stayed in Xuandu Cave for more than a month and then set off for Chaoge.

Traveling with him were Yun Hua and Yang Chan. As for the two brothers Yang Zhao and Yang Jian, they were still left in Xuandu Cave to continue practicing.

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Chao Ge

Jiang Ziya's brows were furrowed, and the letter in his hand seemed so heavy that it could bend his back. The atmosphere in the house was solemn, and even the crane, which was usually the most lively, stood quietly aside, as if he could feel the owner's worry.

He gently put down the letter, put his hands on the desk, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down.

This is the tenth report he has received this month. Without exception, the content is about the disappearance of children from shantangs along the southeast coast.

Each of these missing children was a homeless orphan. They were taken into the charity hall opened by Yang Ling and survived.

Now the disappearance of these children has attracted the attention of many interested people, and there are even rumors that there is something fishy in the charity hall opened by Yang's business.

In order to find out the truth, he has sent many people from Yang's business to investigate, and even went to the southeast area to investigate in person, but still found nothing.

Those children seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, without any traces to be found.

In desperation, he had to go back to Chaoge and try again.

But as soon as he came back, news of the missing child came flooding in like snowflakes again.

Jiang Ziya turned and walked to the window, opened it, and let the fresh air and sunshine disperse the haze in the room.

Just as he was deep in thought, there was the sound of hurried footsteps, and a shopkeeper from Yang's firm hurried in.

"Mr. Jiang, something big has happened!"

There was a hint of panic in the shopkeeper's voice.

Jiang Ziya turned around, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, "Say!"

The shopkeeper gasped and handed a letter he had just received to Jiang Ziya, "News came from Jingshui Pass that all the children in the charity hall there disappeared overnight.

But this time, the person in charge of the charity said he saw a huge black shadow, as fast as lightning, taking away the children. "

Jiang Ziya took the letter and frowned.

A huge black shadow?

Could it be that there is indeed a demon causing trouble?

But why did this demon have to attack the child, and roam around more than a dozen city gates, specifically to harm their charity?

At this moment, a faint mist condensed in the center of the room, gradually forming the figure of Yang Ling.

He appeared without a sound, as if he stepped out of the void, with a calm demeanor.

When Jiang Ziya saw Yang Ling, he immediately felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, you are finally back."