Chapter 713

Wang Siyuan had a relapse of his old illness and was about to die?

Meng Qi was quite surprised when he heard the news. Dharmakaya was a real immortal, and he had completed the Celestial Ladder and was close to becoming a real immortal. Even if he had any illness, he should have been cured long ago. The reason why Wang Siyuan was sickly was because of the backfire of the Way of Heaven. As long as he did not court death, he should not lose control of himself before the 50th day.

Moreover, Wang Siyuan's demonic level was far better than every ancestor of the Wang family who had achieved Dharmakaya in the past thousands of years. He was probably comparable to the Sage of Arithmetic when he was young. In addition, he had accumulated a lot and got rid of the hidden danger of the Devil Buddha with the help of Meng Qi. He was still many years away from the end of his life and his future was bright and wide.

After the surprise, Mengqi's first thought was that Wang Siyuan was planning something. As for what he was planning and who he was targeting, it was hard to judge due to lack of information.

Of course, it was also possible that Wang Siyuan had done something secretly and caused the backfire in advance.

Mengqi thought for a while and nodded slightly. He said to Ruan Yushu, "Master Wang has taught me for a long time. I have to go to Guangling to have a look."

…

The accumulation of history and the appearance of time. This was the feeling that Mengqi felt when walking in the depths of the Wang family's ancestral house in Jiangdong. Some mottled traces did not show decay but revealed the immortal heritage of the Wang family.

"Teacher Su, please." A round-faced and sweet maid led Mengqi through the courtyard hall into the inner yard and stepped into Wang Siyuan's wing room.

This place was the same as ordinary rich families. It was covered with a thick carpet of the Western Region. Even if one was weak in martial arts, one could not hear the sound of footsteps when walking. There were many paintings hanging on the wall. They were the works of the ancestors of the Wang family. The windows were closed tightly and smoke was rising from the copper stove. The smell of sandalwood was calming but not too strong. However, there was a solid sense of illness in the room. It was obvious that the powerhouse who was inside and outside had lost control of himself and affected the heaven and earth.

The screen was removed and the black wooden bed appeared in front of Mengqi. Wang Siyuan had been helped up by the maid. He was leaning on a pillow with a bandage on his head. He looked even more skinny. Coupled with his delicate and beautiful appearance, it seemed that a strong wind would blow him apart.

"Cough, cough, cough." Wang Siyuan coughed violently as if he was going to cough out his internal organs. It was creepy. It took him a long time to recover and said, "Why visit a dying man?"

Mengqi smiled and said, "This is not the Master Wang that I know.

"You know, ahem, what is Young Master Wang like?" Wang Siyuan looked over. His pupils were slightly dilated and lifeless, just like an ordinary person who was seriously ill and waiting to die.

Meng Qi stopped smiling and said in a serious tone, "The Master Wang I know is a man who believes in living only if he is crazy. He would never wait for death quietly. If he is depressed, he might use his life as bait to set up a life and death situation. He doesn't care at all."

"Wang Wang Wang Siyuan said," You think, I. Wang Wang. Wang Siyuan. said. "You, he said." Wang, "Wang Wang Wang Master.

"If I can guess your plan based on the current information, you don't deserve to be called Ledgerkeeper of Lives," Mengqi stopped in front of the removed screen.

Wang Siyuan took a few deep breaths and seemed to have recovered a little, "If I really want to set up, cough, if you see through it, it will be a failure. There is a limit to one's strength. Many powerful people in the past could only quietly pass away without any last resistance. Their bodies are already like this, so is their fate."

He spoke so smoothly that Mengqi almost thought it was the last radiance of the setting sun.

Without waiting for Meng Qi to speak, Wang Siyuan smiled faintly and said, "Should I thank you for your guidance?"

"You?" Mengqi was shocked. Wang Siyuan knew about his return to the Middle Ages!

Which Dharmakaya told him? Or did the Sage of Arithmetic leave something behind?

Wang Siyuan coughed violently again and spat blood into the copper basin. After a few breaths, he said, "Sword Sage Su Meng was famous in the Middle Ages. He was humble and indifferent. How could I not have heard of him? Moreover, my ancestor left a few words about Jade Emperor Mountain. He praised Su Meng and said that he was inspired. I didn't realize it in the past, but now that I think about it, I understand. "

He spoke frankly without any fear of the maidservant beside him. He was confident that the news would not be leaked.

In this regard, Meng Qi could only laugh dryly.

Wang Siyuan did not say much about this. He turned his gaze away and closed his eyes tiredly. "Gu Erduo is dead? The Scorpio Axe didn't save him? "

"He is dead. The Scorpio Axe escaped by itself," Mengqi said simply.

Wang Siyuan did not open his eyes. He said with a faint smile, "When the time comes, heaven and earth will help, but when the time comes, the hero will not be free."

After that, he shook his head as if he could not stand a long conversation. The Half-step Dharmakaya who could not eat or drink for a long time was tired. He said, "Tonight, tonight, you stay in the Wang family. Tomorrow, I have something to discuss with you."

"Okay," Mengqi did not refuse.

"He Xiang, bring Teacher Su to the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion," Wang Siyuan ordered the round-faced maidservant.

The maidservant responded respectfully and led Mengqi out of the room. When they were near the door, Mengqi heard Wang Siyuan say self-deprecatingly, "I have no friends in my life. After the relapse of my illness, other than the sects and aristocratic families who sent people to visit me, only you came to visit me."

Hiss, Mengqi took a light breath. This was not the usual tone of Master Wang. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was meaningful.

Could it be that he did not have long to live and wanted to play a big game?

While thinking, Mengqi followed the round-faced maidservant He Xiang through many courtyards and came to a small two-story building. It was cyan all over, simple and ordinary.

"The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion is not far from the core of our Wang family. Teacher Su, please don't walk around casually. If you want to go out, ask me to lead the way," He Xiang opened the door and said with a smile.

The layout of the building was elegant. It was not decayed because no one stayed in it all year round, nor did it have the liveliness of having frequent guests. It seemed unusually quiet. Mengqi went up the stairs to the second floor and asked casually, "When did Master Wang become bedridden?"

"About 20 days ago, something went wrong when he was practicing. His old illness, his old illness, relapsed …" He Xiang said and suddenly tears filled her eyes.

Mengqi did not ask anymore. He put his hands behind his back and stepped into the second floor. He looked into the distance and saw the waterside garden nearby. Not far away on the left, there were evergreen pines and cypresses surrounding an ancient building, which looked unusually solemn and solemn.

"That is?" Mengqi asked.

He Xiang restrained her emotions and said, "That is the ancestral hall of our Wang family."

Ancestral hall? Mengqi nodded slightly and entered the room. He sat cross-legged and meditated, waiting for the day to come.

The sun was setting in the west and the night was getting darker. Mengqi's spirit naturally covered the surroundings and felt the tranquility of the night. There was no one walking nearby, only He Xiang was standing outside the door.

Dark clouds covered the moon and it was already midnight. The night was so deep that it seemed like a thick ink that could not be melted. Mengqi seemed to be quiet, connecting with the imprint of additional self.

Ah!

Suddenly, a scream came into his ears. The scream was hoarse as if it had encountered something extremely terrible and could only bear it. Even with Mengqi's cultivation, he could not help but shiver.

In a flash, Mengqi appeared outside the door. He looked at He Xiang who did not feel anything and asked, "What's with the scream just now?"

He Xiang immediately showed an apologetic look, "It's my negligence. I didn't remind Teacher Su that if the ancestors of the Wang family achieved Dharmakaya, they would let out such a scream when they passed away. People said that it was the punishment of Heaven. When they entered the ancestral hall, there would be some lingering thoughts and the scream would echo. But as time passed, it would gradually decrease. This place is close to the ancestral hall, so it's normal to hear the scream occasionally."

The Wang family's Dharmakaya would let out such a terrible scream before they passed away? Mengqi suddenly thought of the words of the Sage of Arithmetic before he left: The more you see the truth, the more you can't help yourself. It seems that you are flashy and have many benefits, but in the end, you still have to pay back with interest …

"The Sage of Arithmetic isn't among these screams, right?" Mengqi asked casually.

"Yes, the ancestor of the Sage of Arithmetic died in another place. Only his clothes entered the ancestral hall," He Xiang answered truthfully.

"When was the first Dharmakaya to let out such a scream?" Mengqi asked casually.

He Xiang thought for a while and was about to answer when another scream came from the ancestral hall. It was ancient and vicissitude, as if it had penetrated through the ages. It was mixed with extreme fear. Mengqi almost had goosebumps.

"The earliest, the earliest one was the founding ancestor of the Wang family …" He Xiang said with fear.