With pity on his face, he tore open the storage bag without any hesitation!
There were many Buddhist magic weapons in this storage bag, but he didn't even look at them! He only took a fancy to a purple jade pendant.
The jade pendant fell into his hands, and in an instant, many images suddenly emerged under the use of his Qi-gazing technique!
Zhang Fan saw with his own eyes that a powerful dragon was raging in the mountains and seas, countless villages and cities were destroyed, and countless people were drowned in the raging waves. Suddenly, a child was covered by a cloud and escaped from the endless flood under his feet, struggling with countless living beings!
At this point, Afan converted to Buddhism and became the abbot of a large temple outside the city of Chang'an.
After witnessing all this with his own eyes, Zhang Fan finally understood!
"It turns out that the saint killed him as a warning to me! Or... a reminder."
He crushed the jade pendant, stepped back, and arrived at the Sword River!
He looked up towards the South China Sea and let out a long sigh.
"As expected, the old ones are still the wisest! I thought that the Buddhist sect had been so arrogant and presumptuous during its countless years of dominance, but I never expected that this is just a mask of yours. Afan, Afan, if the saint kills Afan, doesn't that mean he has killed human desire? It seems that Master Tongtian really paid a huge price for this disciple."
Zhang Fan muttered a few words, and couldn't help but have some more guesses in his mind.
He was not sure what Tongtian Master expected of a mortal scholar. However, this Piercing Immortal Sword was the pinnacle of acquired magic weapons, and it was only one step away from being as good as the innate magic weapon, the Zhuxian Sword.
This saint also deposited some of the sword energy that he cultivated before becoming a saint in this sword. Compared with the saint's energy, this sword energy is a priceless treasure.
After all, when one reaches the height of a saint, even if there is only a trace of the aura of cultivation left, it is not something that ordinary people can fully comprehend. Unless one is at the quasi-saint level, it is like looking at flowers through the fog, or an ant looking at an elephant.
However, the spiritual aura left behind before achieving sainthood can be understood by ordinary scholars. It is believed that within a few years, these scholars who were struggling to survive under the means of Buddhism and were helpless will be able to practice well.
The death of Master Afan gave Zhang Fan a glimpse into the next plan of Buddhism.
But at this moment, a breath of a strong man that was hidden very well and could not escape Zhang Fan's perception suddenly appeared in Chang'an City!
Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and turned to look towards Chang'an City, only to see the young scholar's residence! He had just stepped into the door and had not taken any rest when a figure flashed outside the courtyard!
An old Taoist priest with white hair and beard stood outside the door of the young scholar.
"You... are the scholar who wrote the Records of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality?"
The young scholar paused, and when he heard the voice coming from behind the mountain, he immediately turned around and saw the old Taoist priest, who was looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze! There was some surprise in his eyes, as if this scholar was too ordinary, which made the old Taoist priest very dissatisfied!
"You... who are you? I have never seen you before."
The old Taoist saw his face full of fear and smiled contemptuously. He said coldly: "Such a cowardly person has amazing luck! A little scholar can be favored by the saint. I think you must be burning some incense for your ancestors!"
The young scholar's face suddenly changed. He stared at the old Taoist priest and looked him up and down, a little afraid: "Who... are you? Are you the same as that Buddhist monk?"
"No... He only wants your life, but what I want is much more than that." After his voice fell, the old Taoist took a step forward!
The young scholar only felt a figure blur in front of him, his shoulders sink, and a skinny, heavy and powerful finger like an eagle's claw clasped his shoulder blade.
"It's ok as long as you're not dead. Come with me!"
Before the young scholar could refute, the Taoist grabbed his shoulder and gently pulled him, and he flew into the clouds from the courtyard! In the blink of an eye, he had arrived above the Tang Dynasty Palace.
Zhang Fan watched all this happen from afar and shook his head helplessly.
"This feudal etiquette is really harmful. I just witnessed with my own eyes that the Buddhist strongman was killed by the Piercing Immortal Sword! In the blink of an eye, you don't care about the saint's disciples? You are really ignorant and fearless." He was quite emotional. If it were on Earth! Even if this scholar was a beggar, with such a background, he would be favored by various forces.
But, in the Tang Dynasty, the difference in status is as huge as the difference between heaven and earth!
From this point alone, it can be seen that even if some people in the palace knew what had just happened, they would never believe that this young scholar would be able to ascend to the clouds one day.
"It seems that there are still some forces from the Heavenly Court within the Human Dynasty. These guys didn't even dare to show their faces during the ancient monster war! But now they jump out to stir up trouble. I just hope that these guys can run into Taoist Zi Jin as soon as possible. Then we will have a reason to stop the trouble forever! So as to avoid causing more consequences because of these idiots."
Zhang Fan was quite dissatisfied with the human race's way of dealing with the world.
The young scholar who was being held in the hand and had no power to resist felt even more helpless. But fortunately, he came to the palace, so he felt much more at ease.
Therefore, he did not resist, but was picked up by the white-bearded old Taoist and thrown into the palace complex! He fell heavily to the ground, his whole body was in pain and numb, but he did not say a word.
His eyes swept over the magnificent palace. He was very familiar with this place! It was the imperial study of the current emperor. It was here that Xuanzang left the capital and welcomed many Buddhist monks.
At that time, he was just a follower of the prince, and although his status has not changed today! But he knows very clearly that his future is not limited to this small palace gate.
"Empress, this kid is quite lucky. He is just a small mortal, but he actually survived the conspiracy of the Buddhist master. That strong man is at the Xuanxian realm. In Buddhism, he is also an extraordinary monk!"
The white-bearded Taoist priest stood beside the pillar, his pale face contrasting with the red pillar behind him! It gave people an unspeakable fear.
Especially those eyes, which were extremely indifferent, as if they were not looking at a person! Instead, they were staring at a corpse.
"Scholar, you have been the prince's companion for so many years! You have gained a lot of benefits in the palace. And today you have such a talent, which makes me look at you with new eyes."
A relaxed, slightly lazy voice came from behind the Gaomen Hall! ?
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