"Please come in, Brother Du!" Ma Huicao made a gesture of invitation and looked at Du Kang with a playful expression.

Du Kang's smile was even more fake. He also made a gesture of invitation and said with a smile, "The first to arrive comes first. Senior Brother Ma, please!"

Ma Huicao shook his head and said with a laugh, "You and I don't need to pretend here. Now that the Holy Lord and the Nine Dragons Holy Lord are in the hall, do you and I have the qualifications to go in and do whatever we want?"

Du Kang shook his head and smiled, saying: "That's the truth. You and I are not Junior Sister Fu Yao. He can go in, but you and I can't!"

"Then we should wait a little longer?"

"What can we do if we wait? Since Saint Jiulong has called that kid here, can he leave in a short time?"

"You and I want to deal with that kid. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future!"

"As the saying goes, the higher you climb, the harder you fall..."

"The higher you climb?"

Du Kang and Ma Huicao's eyes lit up, they looked at each other and laughed.

…

After Yang Zhen followed Jiulong into the hall, the expression on his face became more and more strange.

There was a fragrance inside the temple. Yang Zhen could vaguely identify several types of incense frequently used by female monks. They could calm one's mind and even had a good effect on maintaining one's appearance.

But……

An old man actually used this kind of incense? Yang Zhen looked at Jiulong with an increasingly strange look in his eyes.

Jiulong didn't notice the expression on Yang Zhen's face, and said with a smile: "The fragrance of the ancient orchid fern is becoming more and more refined. Your Holy Lord's research on the way to immortality has improved a lot."

Old Yan said with a smile: "The way to immortality is just a legend after all. I have talked to the Holy Lord about it many times, but I was always scolded."

Jiulong laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "You old fellow really have the guts to talk about this kind of thing!"

Old Yan smiled bitterly, obviously he had been scolded a lot for this matter.

Yang Zhen felt horrified when he heard this. An old man fiddling with these flowers and plants all day long appeared in his mind. He didn't dare to think about anything further.

The path to immortality has always been what all cultivators in the world of cultivation have been pursuing, but most of them know that it is simply impossible.

The wheel of fate turns. Even if one is an immortal who has lived for tens of thousands of years, all of his physical abilities have been exhausted and he can only maintain his life through methods that are harmful to nature.

Yang Zhen is not very interested in immortality. If he really becomes immortal and lives for hundreds of millions of years, it would be a very boring thing.

You only have one chance to live your life freely and without leaving any regrets.

An old man fiddling with these flowers and plants, Yang Zhen felt... this style of painting was a little unimaginable.

But Jiulong and that old Yan looked as if it was a matter of course, and Yang Zhen felt a little sympathy for these two people.

How long will it take for someone to get used to this? Seeing that the people around him didn't show any strange expressions, Yang Zhen felt even more sympathetic towards the people from Tianshan Holy Land.

When you subdue the sword spirit, shout 666 louder and more attentively.

This is the limit of what I can do for you.

Yang Zhen looked at Old Yan and the others with pity.

At this time, everyone stopped in the hall. Old Yan turned around and said with a smile, "Unfortunately, the Holy Lord is refining the Changyan Flower. Please wait for a moment, Holy Lord Jiulong."

Elder Yan showed a bitter smile on his face, turned around and told his disciples to prepare tea, then said to Yang Zhen who looked strange: "Young friend Yang, don't be so reserved. Although the Tianshan Holy Land has a solemn style, you are a young man highly respected by the Nine Dragon Saint. You can treat the Holy Land as your own sect."

Yang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, took a look at Jiulong, and found that Jiulong did not have any unusual color, then he smiled and said: "In this case, then I will not be so cautious!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhen stretched lazily and said, "It's a good thing that the family tradition is austere. This is probably the fundamental reason why the Tianshan Holy Land has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. It's just that I'm used to being free and unfettered, so I'm a little uncomfortable for a while!"

Everyone laughed, and the other disciples looked at Yang Zhen with strange expressions, their faces full of surprise.

As expected of someone brought by Saint Jiulong, he actually dared to speak to Old Yan in such a way.

In fact, no one knew that Yang Zhen felt really uncomfortable all over at this moment. There were so many seats, but he couldn't sit down. Looking at the disciples standing respectfully beside him, he felt really uncomfortable.

Jiulong didn't care. He casually walked around the hall and said with a smile, "The restrictions of Tianshan Holy Land really have many surprising aspects."

Speaking of restrictions, Old Yan and the others all showed a hint of pride on their faces. This was something that could not be concealed no matter what, and there was no need to conceal it.

This is the unique feature of the Tianshan Holy Land. No other holy land in the Central Courtyard can compare to it, and it has the capital to be proud of it.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Yes, there must have been a great and powerful person in the Tianshan Holy Land in the past who could have perfected these restrictions so perfectly, but..."

After hearing what Yang Zhen said before, the smiles on Yan Lao and others' faces became even more intense, and they could not help but nodded. But when they heard what happened next, everyone was stunned.

Old Yan looked at Yang Zhen with interest and asked playfully, "Just what?"

Seeing the expression on Old Yan's face, some of the elders and disciples around him showed a gloating look on their faces, and looked at Yang Zhen with some contempt.

Everyone in the Tianshan Holy Land knows that Master Yan’s attainments in Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva have surpassed everyone in the Central Courtyard.

Anyway, over the years, Master Yan has never encountered any opponent in the art of Ksitigarbha.

Yang Zhen is just a junior. If he hadn't been brought here by the Saint of Nine Dragons himself, he wouldn't even be qualified to enter the hall. Now he actually said "just" in front of Elder Yan. This is really... arrogant to the extreme!

Many people glanced at Jiulong secretly and found that Jiulong did not have any strange color. Instead, they looked at Yang Zhen with some curiosity, which made them feel a little strange.

Of course, everyone was just curious for a moment.

Elder Yan noticed the expression on Jiulong's face, and laughed out loud after a moment of shock. He patted Yang Zhen's shoulder and said, "It seems that Young Friend Yang also has a deep understanding of the prohibition. Now is also an opportunity. Why not tell me and let me hear your opinion?"

Everyone was looking forward to it. Master Yan was usually very busy and had not taught his disciples on the art of Ksitigarbha for a long time. When they heard what Master Yan said, everyone became excited.

At this time, a young woman with a plain face and a veil came to the entrance of the hall. She chuckled and said, "It seems that I have come at the right time. The opportunity for Elder Yan to guide the younger generation is rare."

Hearing Fu Yao's words, Old Yan laughed loudly, waved his hand and said, "Fu Yao is here. In the entire Tianshan Holy Land, only your talent in Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is the most satisfactory to me. It's a pity that you are not my direct disciple."

Fu Yao looked at Yang Zhen with great interest, bowed slightly and said, "This must be the legendary young master. Fu Yao took the liberty to overhear what you said and is also very interested in your views. I wonder if you could give me some pointers?"

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen with even more gloating eyes.

Give Fuyao some advice?

Senior Sister Fu Yao is really humble!

Sorry, it's a bit late. I was out for something today.

(End of this chapter)