Chapter 458 Pang Wenlong died

Buzz~

There was a breeze in the hall.

In the shadows, the figure gradually became clearer and slowly walked out. It was a tall and dignified old man wearing a purple robe.

Qin Yun, the old guy is really not dead!

Long Yingchan's eyes narrowed. Although he had already guessed it, seeing it with his own eyes still made him a little overjoyed, especially at this time.

"Young monk, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still recognize me?"

The old man in purple robe smoothed his long beard with his hand and smiled slightly.

Little monk...

Looking at Long Yingchan's wrinkled old face, Qin Shixian was speechless. He jumped on the chair, pawed at it, grabbed a fruit and gnawed it.

"...The heroic appearance of the seniors will be unforgettable for the juniors to see."

Long Yingchan bowed his hands in greeting and felt a sense of relief in his heart. Since this person is not dead, many things will be much easier to handle.

"The young monk still knows etiquette so well."

Qin Yun smiled slightly, found a chair and sat down.

Long Yingchan took a few steps up to meet him, sat beside him, exchanged a few polite words, and asked about the ambush in the past.

"There's nothing to say. It's just that those nine old guys secretly arranged a ceremony. I went to the city of God to pick incense. I didn't pay attention for a while and got some injuries."

Qin Yun said it lightly.

"What ritual can hurt you?"

Long Yingchan was curious. The person in front of him was the only quasi-supreme grandmaster other than Pang Wenlong who could touch the shrine in more than a thousand years.

As for the ambush, it was even more bizarre.

How could this undisputed number one killer in the world be ambushed?

"What is the name of the ritual outside the sky, Nine Sons Killing Gods."

Qin Yun said casually that he knew what the young monk was thinking, but he was not in a hurry to ask and talked to him slowly.

"Nine Sons Kill God..."

Long Yingchan made insinuating remarks, mentioning these nine old ghosts and Wan Zhuliu, but this old guy remained motionless, no matter how he suggested it, there was no reaction.

He didn't seem to care at all about being surrounded and killed.

'The old guy can't handle it.'

With a sigh in his heart, Long Yingchan coughed lightly and said:

"Senior, since you are here, you must have heard Wan Zhuliu's previous invitation?"

"What invitation?"

Qin Yun was surprised: "I just arrived, did you miss something important?"

"..."

Long Yingchan felt a little depressed, and had the illusion that he was having a fight with himself.

"Wan Zhuliu has just arrived..."

After telling what happened just now, Long Yingchan didn’t want to go around in circles anymore:

"What do you think about the imperial court inviting us to watch the ceremony?"

"It seems you didn't invite me, right?"

Qin Yun glanced at him with a smile but not a smile: "Young monk is very naughty, do you want to coax me to stand up for you?"

"Zhaixinglou and Dao Sect like us have always been on the same page, so why should we say who is the one to take the lead?"

Long Yingchan said seriously: "Three years ago, Lord Qin was hunted down by the imperial court. Our entire clan, Longhu Temple, went out to save him. I also fought many fierce battles with the Shenqi Sage..."

On the chair, the little tiger cub glanced at him, a little suspiciously.

"Yeah?"

Qin Yun was noncommittal.

"In front of seniors, juniors will never say anything false."

Long Yingchan pinched his two long eyebrows.

"The same spirit connects the branches."

Qin Yun burst into laughter, then quickly stopped:

"Since we are connected with the same energy, why can't we part with even one Dragon-Tiger Pill? Or should we say that one Dragon-Tiger Pill is really as powerful as ten Dragon-Demon Pills?"

The present world has paid off...

Glancing at the little tiger cub from the corner of his eye, Long Yingchan was not alarmed. He had already responded to this:

"The ten Dragon Demon Great Pills are not what this junior wants, but the promise made by Master Qin when he was looking for his junior disciple to draw his sword..."

"You are very generous."

Qin Yun glared at his granddaughter and said calmly:

"I know a little bit about the Bafang Temple and this great festival..."

"Want to hear the details."

Long Yingchan arched his hands.

"I don't know if the Bafang Temple held a large sacrifice in ancient times. The only thing that is certain is that in the past, Pang Wenlong, the great ancestor of the Universiade, once mobilized the whole country to hold a large sacrifice at the Bafang Temple."

Qin Yun coughed slightly and spoke, and only the two people present could hear his voice.

"Pang Wenlong once made a grand sacrifice to the Bafang Temple?"

Long Yingchan was slightly shocked, he had never heard of this.

"Thousands of years ago."

Qin Yun's voice became deeper:

"That is, after that great sacrifice, Pang Wenlong died and the Great Luck God was in turmoil..."

"Is Pang Wenlong's death related to the Great Sacrifice at the Bafang Temple?"

Long Yingchan frowned and was doubtful.

Longhu Temple has been passed down for more than two thousand years, and the records in the ancestral history are more detailed and reliable than those in history books, but there is only one record about the time of Pang Wenlong's death.

That is to say, "In the 404th year of the Universiade, fire from heaven descended on the city of gods, and Taizu died on that day."

Listen to the meaning behind these words, the fire was caused by the great sacrifice that day?

"Well, Pang Wenlong died in the great ceremony."

Qin Yun calmly repeated: "I can confirm that this matter is true."

"this……"

Long Yingchan had doubts in his heart.

The real prosperity of Zhaixing Tower was in the thousand years after Pang Wenlong's death. Before that, due to the disappearance of Taoist Dragon Demon, Zhaixing Tower had been silent for hundreds of years.

Why record information that even the Five Great Dao Sects don’t have?

Qin Yun didn't care whether he believed it or not, but said:

"What do you think the Bafang Temple is?"

"Bafang Temple..."

Long Yingchan was asked.

The legend of the Bafang Temple has been around for a long time, but no one can tell what the Bafang Temple is, whether anyone has ever entered it, or what is inside.

"Senior, please give me some advice."

Long Yingchan shook his head.

"The Bafang Temple is the source of all dharma. The origins of martial arts in today's world should all come from the Bafang Temple, or indirectly from the Bafang Temple."

Qin Yun considered:

"Wan Zhuliu said that the Bafang Temple contains the method of extending life and the secret of immortality. This is true."

"Um?"

Long Yingchan raised his head and cursed in his heart. Did the old guy say he just came?

"How do you say this?"

"We, warriors, cultivate qi and blood, nourish strength, nourish qi, transform qi into reality, transform muscles and bones, sharpen body and spirit..."
To be continued...