Yan Li's heart skipped a beat. He put his palms together and said, "Yes. May I ask, is the Guangwei True Scripture in the temple?"
Do Jin shook his head and said, "It was here many years ago."
Yan Li quickly asked, "It's not here anymore?"
Do Jin said, "To be exact, it was stolen."
"Stolen?" Yan Li's heart sank.
Shan Chen continued, "One day a few hundred years ago, a noblewoman came to visit. She stayed in the temple for one night and left the next day. After she left, we found out that the Guangwei True Scripture was missing. However, until now, we still can't be sure if the thief is the noblewoman. We don't have enough evidence to pursue it. "
"Do you know the noblewoman's background, Shan Chen?" Yan Li asked.
"I heard she was from the Holy Dynasty's palace," Shan Chen said.
"What's her name?" Yan Li asked.
"I only know her surname is Gu," Shan Chen said.
Surname Gu, from the palace hundreds of years ago.
After remembering these three clues, Yan Li had to give it a try no matter if the noblewoman was the thief or not.
He did not give up and asked, "Did you leave a copy?"
"That scripture can't be copied," Do Jin said, "The Seven Friends of Guangwei put a lot of effort into it. It's difficult for ordinary people to read it."
Ji Hyun-woon carefully put away the Lost Pearl of the Eight Seas and adjusted his sitting posture. He glanced at Yan Li and said, "Hey, pig head, why are you looking for that scripture out of nowhere? Haven't you seen enough in the Hatred Parting Palace? "
"There's no end to learning. Do you understand?" Yan Li said half-truthfully.
After getting the clue of the scripture, he did not want to stay any longer and left on the spot. Ji Hyun-woon naturally did not want to stay in such a depressing place, so he left together with Yan Li.
Before leaving, he went to say goodbye to Prajna Buddha Painting and went down the mountain. He returned to Cibida City and took a boat back to the Celestial World.
…
After five days and five nights of interrogation and discussion, Yang Qingning refused to cooperate with them. She didn't mention a word about when she would join the Heaven Sect and why she would join. Therefore, the nine sects passed the verdict with more than half of the votes, and the execution date was set for the first day of the sixth month.
This result was naturally announced to the world by the Heavenly Strategies Tower. The most surprising thing was that the Dao Court actually agreed to it.
The position of Long Shou Mountain was beyond the reach of the common people. This place was surrounded by immortal clouds, and it looked like a celestial realm.
There were palaces and jade palaces everywhere. The carvings were made of milky white ivory jade, the jade pillars were made of deep sea coral stones worth one or two thousand gold, and the stone floors were made of blue and white stone polished to a smoother than a mirror. Even the beams in the pavilions were made of high quality sandalwood.
The pavilion extended outwards to a height where one could overlook the surroundings. Amidst the verdant clouds and mist, a handsome profile could be seen. This was a man with impeccable facial features. His black hair was tied up into a cloud crown, and he wore snow-white satin with a white silk belt inlaid with jade around his waist.
His eyes looked very gentle, but they seemed to reflect the misty and traceless clouds, making people feel helpless and unable to climb back up once they fell into them.
His thin lips were as pale as water.
"Master, have something to eat." A servant in a black robe walked in with a silver tray. On it was a pot of wine and a few plates of exquisite pastries. He picked up the wine pot, poured a cup of wine, and sent it to the man's hand.
The man took it, and his eyes seemed to be wandering in the sea of clouds, unfocused. "What's the result?"
"It's decided." The servant lowered his head, and his voice was very sad. "The double ninth, the first day of the sixth month."
The wine cup in the man's hand shattered into powder and scattered with the wind. His pupils suddenly shrank, and then quickly became lax. "How can this be, it shouldn't be, shouldn't be …"
"The first day of the sixth month, will Master go?" The servant asked carefully.
"Yes." The man's eyes became extremely sharp.
"Eldest Senior Brother!" A shout sounded, and a young man of about eighteen years of age with a sword case on his back walked over quickly. "Ice in the Sea, Azure Phoenix Divine Wood, Dragon Scale, Lunar Soul Fragment … The dowry is all gathered. This time, Gu Caiwei has no more excuses, right?"
"Hey, Black Star is here too." He saw the black-robed servant and greeted him with a smile.
"Greetings, Lord Tianqi." The servant bowed.
"No need for formalities, no need for formalities." The young man waved his hand, grabbed a pastry, and ate it. He said vaguely, "Eldest Senior Brother, the dowry is almost ready. When are we going to the Lotus Throne?"
"After the double ninth," the man said.
"Double ninth?" The young man's eyes widened. "Is it decided?" There was an indescribable excitement in the depths of his eyes. That bitch always looked down on me, and now she's finally getting her retribution.
He squeezed out two drops of tears. "Sigh, Senior Sister Green Lake, why did you have to do this? If you tell the truth, you might have a good ending. That double ninth, how could that double ninth feel good? No matter how strong her will was, she would definitely beg for mercy. — — Isn't the Ursae Palace in a mess? The chief disciple selection is about to begin. "As he said this, he was secretly delighted. Yang Qingning, Yang Qingning, after you leave, my Alioth Palace will naturally replace your Ursae Palace.
The young man swallowed the pastry and was about to reach for it when he suddenly met the man's eyes. He trembled and froze. "Eldest Senior Brother …"
"I won't allow you to touch the Ursae Palace," the man said indifferently.
"But, this is Master's decision …" The young man was unwilling.
The man's eyes were sharp, and there was a hint of inexplicable meaning in them. "You and Martial Uncle are not to be touched, remember?"
"Yes, yes …" The young man did not dare to look into those eyes because he had a feeling that a pair of hands would reach out and grab his soul, locking it in a terrifying abyss, never to be reborn again.
"Then, then who's the chief disciple?" he asked subconsciously.
"Yang Xiaohuan," the man said.
"Yang Xiaohuan?" The young man's expression changed. "She's only been in the sect for less than two years, and she's already the chief disciple? How can this be? Everyone is dissatisfied! "
"Qingning's last wish." The man closed his eyes, expressing his unwillingness to continue the conversation.
Although the young man was unwilling, there was nothing he could do. He was secretly resentful, but did not show it on his face. He only said, "Then after the double nines, shall we directly set off for the Lotus Seat?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll go down and prepare."
The young man turned and left. When he came outside, his face suddenly darkened.
A yellow-robed young man came up to him. "Junior Brother, how is it?"
"After the double nines, hurry up and prepare the last few items," the young man said coldly.
"Yes, I'm already preparing," the young man said.
"He mobilized so many people just to ask for my hand in marriage, and even demanded the full cooperation of our Alioth Palace. In the end, all the dirty and tiring work is done by us, while he spends his days wandering around who knows where!"
The young man clenched his teeth. The more he spoke, the angrier he became. His face was so dark that it could drip water. "The entire Dao Court revolves around him. We might as well call it the Heavenly Court!"
"Sigh, who told our Alioth Palace to be at the bottom of the Big Dipper. If we can replace the Ursae Palace, even Emperor Han would not dare to casually assign anyone, right?" the young man said.
"He warned us not to interfere!" the young man said angrily.
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