Chang'an knew that Wanxin's appearance must mean that everything was ready.
Chang'an smiled, took the incense from Wanxin's hand, walked towards the cushion, knelt down, his face full of piety.
Master Ciyun, standing by, watched Chang'an with a smile. When Chang'an stood up, he said to the person beside him, "Princess Xuan is a blessed person, and so is Prince Xuan. These two are people with deep affection."
"Yes." Wan Xin put her ten fingers together and bowed to Master Ciyun, "Master, please have someone prepare a meditation room. My young lady needs to rest."
"Okay." Not long after Master Ciyun left, a young monk took Chang'an and his servant to rest. In the meditation room, "Auntie, are they all here?"
"Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth, the five sect masters are all here, waiting in their usual places."
"The old place?" Chang'an held the half-face mask unique to the leader of the Fusheng Sect. "Aunt, I'm actually very curious. Every time someone comes here, I never worry that someone will doubt it. Is it just a coincidence that they appear here?"
"No, Ciyun Temple is home to many devout believers from all over the world. Although there are many people here, it is still a good place to hide. Miss, it's time."
Chang'an and his servant walked towards the deepest part of the temple. "Aunt, the scenery here is quite unique. You can see the small thatched cottage at the end of the path from a distance."
"Princess Ya also praised the scenery here."
"A winding path leads to a secluded place, where a Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees." Chang'an smiled.
The two men walked into the thatched cottage. The furnishings inside the cottage were extremely simple. Chang'an observed carefully and his eyes fell on a desk against the wall. On the desk was a Bodhisattva carved from rosewood.
Especially the Bodhisattva's eyes are extremely beautiful.
If the light is in the right position, you will also see tears welling up in the Bodhisattva's eyes.
"Aunt, if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no matter what others say, you wouldn't believe it. The spring of Biquan Temple is actually stored in a thatched hut, and the eyes of this Bodhisattva are the spring."
"It seems that Miss has already glimpsed the mystery. Princess Ya once said that the amber ring is related to the spring in Biquan Temple."
Changan was surprised, "What's the connection?"
Wan Xin shook her head and said, "I don't know. Even if I did, it would be useless to tell you now. After all, we don't have Princess Ya's amber ring."
Changan took out the amber ring from his body and put it on his thumb, "Aunt."
"A ring!" Wan Xin was surprised. "Where did you get this from?"
Chang'an glanced at Wanxin beside her, stopped talking, looked at the ring carefully, then looked into the eyes of the Bodhisattva. After a moment, she pointed the ring at the eyes of the Bodhisattva.
At this time, the amber ring and the spring are on a parallel line.
The sunlight filled the room through the window. Just when Chang'an was about to give up, a beam of light shone through the amber ring and hit the spring.
Lines of small characters immediately appeared on the wall of the thatched cottage. Upon closer inspection, they were the true identities of the five masters of the Fu Sheng Sect: gold, wood, water, fire and earth.
The words disappeared, Chang'an reached out and touched the cinnabar mole between the Bodhisattva's eyebrows, then the whole statue moved sideways and a corridor appeared in front of it.
Chang'an and Wanxin walked into the corridor, and thirty meters away, they suddenly saw a clear view.
At this time, Chang'an and Wanxin both wore masks of the Fusheng Sect.
Chang'an already had an amber ring on his left thumb, representing the master of the Fusheng Sect. Wanxin's eyes fell on the ring on Chang'an's hand the moment it touched him.
She immediately knelt down and said, "This subordinate greets the Sect Master."
At this time, another person wearing the same mask appeared behind Wanxin and knelt down, but no one spoke.
This scene was all within Chang'an's expectations. She glanced at everyone and asked, "Who are the five sect leaders of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth?"
"Subordinate, Gammon, Canary."
"Subordinates, Mumen, Muze."
"Subordinates, Minato, Shui Linglong."
"Subordinate, Fire Gate, Flame."
"Subordinates, Tumen, Luochen."
"Raise your head!" Chang'an's voice was not loud, but it was intimidating enough.
The kneeling people couldn't help but look up, all of them were surprised that this weak-looking woman actually had such powerful internal strength. The four words she said made their hearts ache.
Chang'an did not speak in a hurry, but let his gaze linger on each person for a while. His eyes were bright and gentle, but made people dare not hide easily.
After a moment, when Chang'an was sure that they had a little awe in their hearts, he slowly spoke, "Except Shui Linglong, the other four are all followers of the previous sect master. Is that correct?"
"Yes." The five people said in unison.
Chang'an spoke again, his gaze falling on the first person on his left, "Jinmen, Jin Sican, my real name is Meng Sichan, and I'm from Wuji Mountain, on the border between the Southern Kingdom and Shuzhou. Many years ago, everyone in Wuji Mountain died overnight, and you and your father were saved by the Fusheng Sect.
However, your father died due to serious injuries, and you stayed in the Fusheng Sect, where the sect leader personally taught you martial arts.
Thirteen years ago, the family of the Shuzhou Crown Prince's maternal grandfather was exterminated, and it was you who did it. Now you live in seclusion in the Shuzhou General's Mansion, serving as the concubine of General Gu Qingyun.
"Yes," Meng Sichan admitted, removing his mask. "Although Wuji Mountain is a place without human control, it is a rare paradise in the world. However, due to their selfishness with the current Emperor of Shu, it became a hell overnight and became a place for them to station their troops."
Chang'an's eyes swept over the others. She could see clearly that there was surprise in the eyes of the other three people, which made Chang'an even more certain of their identities.
Some of them knew each other but were unaware of each other's existence.
Chang'an raised his palm slightly, and with a powerful internal force, he pulled Meng Sichan's knees up, "Get up!"
Meng Sichan was surprised to see that the sect leader was no longer looking at him.
Chang'an's gaze fell on the next person, a little boy of five or six. "Mumen, Mu Ze. My real name is Can Shang. You are the famous ghost doctor in the martial arts world. You have the body of a child who never grows up. You eat grass and drink wine for years, and only treat the dying. Your blood is black and purple, and everyone who studies medicine and poisons wants to possess it.
"You were originally from a family of medicine, but your fortunes fell. When you were six, you were abducted by the then Southern Emperor, who used your flesh and blood as a medicine to create an elixir of immortality. Twenty years later, you were rescued by the former leader of the Fu Sheng Sect. From then on, you were loyal only to the leader himself, not to the Fu Sheng Sect itself."
Shen Shang's body was trembling slightly. Those days that were like purgatory had frightened him to the bone.
Since that day, he was afraid of the darkness until Nangong Qiuya appeared. This woman had been hurting him for a whole year, three hundred and sixty-five days and nights. Only then did he adapt to the new life little by little. For this reason, he was only loyal to Nangong Qiuya herself.
"I'm living in seclusion in Zuoshi Country, serving as a medicine boy beside Crown Prince Ximen Jian. Is that right?"
"Who are you to her? How do you know all this?" The child's voice was filled with maturity. "She promised me not to talk about these past events with anyone else."
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