Chapter 994 Senior Brother

Chapter 994 Senior Brother

The expression can be fake.

The disdain can also be fake.

However, the other party's indifference after sitting down without restraint and holding the teacup seems to be real.

This makes Tai Jing doubt what the Taoist senior brother said.

The Taoist senior brother he mentioned is Emperor Tang An.

As the younger generation, the two have known each other for a long time, so it is natural to exchange pleasantries.

Especially in this small secular dynasty's capital, for them, it is almost like they see each other every day.

It's just that they tacitly didn't talk to each other in depth.

There was a trace of undetectable doubt in Tai Jing's brows when he spoke.

Even if they are both Taoists, or brothers from the same sect, the most taboo is to talk about deep things when they are just acquainted.

Lack of sense is a small matter, but if someone finds out about the secrets, it may ruin the big things.

He looked up and down at the red-haired monk in front of him.

The face is square and angular.

There is a hint of paleness.

The person who was speaking had sharp teeth, and in some places he could even see two rows of teeth. As for the red hair and double horns on his head, he didn't even need to look at them. Compared with other features, these two were relatively inconspicuous.

The whole body was surrounded by a haze that was so thick that it was hard to tell whether it was evil spirit or the abyss of heaven.

Yan Tianjun on the side smiled and did not refute the words of the Ghost Saint.

This made Taijing very strange.

Unable to figure out the details for a while, he smiled and said, "Daoyou is open and free, I am not as good as him."

He drank the tea lightly.

It was indeed as the Ghost Saint said, the tea was delicious.

In particular, this unknown tea also contained a strange but gentle power that could benefit a cultivator like him.

This made him even more confused.

It was good tea, good words, and good attitude. No matter how you look at it, there was something wrong.

Uneasy grew in Taijing's heart.

He carefully thought about whether he had seen this person somewhere, or whether they were useful to this person.

Or, this person really treats everyone with a normal attitude as he sees.

Unsure, Tai Jing bowed and said, "I am a disciple of Taiyi Sect. This is my junior sister. I should have come to see the senior earlier. I heard that the senior likes quietness and I dare not disturb him. But the senior has great magical powers, and I yearn for it, so I came here with a thick face to see if I have this opportunity."

Yan Tianjun nodded and said, "You should tell the truth."

None of the three people, who were thinking about their own things, took the lead in talking about business.

The little girl in the green skirt looked around.

She wanted to say something, but she stopped after seeing the look of her senior brother.

She picked up the teacup like an adult, but she was so bitter after just taking a sip.

Because of her senior brother, she had to shut up, and then slowly put down the teacup in her hand.

Tai Jing was ready to listen to the next words of Tianjun, but seeing that there were only two words, he almost understood that the other party did not want to pass on.

That's right. After so many years, neither the Taoist nor the Buddhist sects have been passed down. The efforts of the Ancient Immortal House have been in vain. How could he get favor by chance?

Fortunately, he didn't have any hope in the first place, so he was not disappointed.

The Red-haired Ghost Saint pondered for a while, put down the teacup in his hand, and pulled up his messy dark red long hair, gathered it behind his head and tied it up casually, and then said lightly: "The forbidden land of the gods will be uneasy in a few days, and things may be very serious. You are still with your children, so leave early."

Tai Jing was stunned and frowned suddenly.

"Thank you for your reminder, fellow Taoist."

"Don't want to leave?"

"It's not that I don't want to, there are still some things that haven't been done."

"What haven't been done?"

The Red-haired Ghost Saint's questioning made Tai Jing deal with it hastily.

He thought that he would be fine if he said yes, but he didn't expect the other party to be persistent, and it was clear that he wanted to get to the bottom of it and would not give up until he achieved his goal.

This made Tai Jing a little helpless.

Thinking of what the Red-haired Ghost Saint said just now, Tai Jing felt that if there was really a chance to obtain the inheritance, maybe it would really work.

So he agreed and replied.

Tu Shanjun also realized that what he was asking might be the sect's secrets. He did not continue to ask but said, "Is Taihua okay?"

Tai Jing, who was secretly letting out a long breath of fresh air, was suddenly stunned and asked with some doubt, "Who are you talking about, fellow Taoist?"

"Taihua."

Tu Shanjun pointed his finger on the table while speaking.

He stayed in the air and wrote a name.

This time, Tai Jing heard it clearly and saw it clearly. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the other party was Taihua's old friend. No wonder his attitude towards them was so different.

The elegant Tai Jing smiled and bowed, saying: "Junior Brother Taihua is very talented. Now is the critical moment of refining the false and true."

"Fellow Daoist, do you know Junior Brother Taihua?"

"I don't know, fellow Daoist, who is it?"

Tai Jing's hesitation just now mostly dissipated, and his expression relaxed, and asked Tu Shanjun's name.

Tu Shanjun's eyes did not show any strange color.

He saw Taihua's talent and practice with his own eyes. At that time, Taihua could force back the Venerable Chuiyun with one sword. Later, Chuiyun said that Taihua seriously injured him with one sword.

That sword should have killed him, but Taihua used his sword energy to hang Chuiyun's life.

It was like tying a person to the edge of a cliff with a rope.

He knew that this person was not an ordinary person, and he would become famous sooner or later.

"I do know him."

"That was probably hundreds of years ago."

The red-haired ghost saint's black and red eyes flashed with a look of reminiscence: "I will always remember that day!"

"Senior brother has passed away, internal and external troubles have occurred, and the position of leader is still vacant. My incompetent disciple and my senior brother's son entered the main hall where the jade statue of the ancestor and a number of spiritual tablets were placed. They were arguing. It didn't seem like they were fighting for the master's position. The position of the sect, in fact, is where the leader belongs.”

Yan Tianjun remained calm because he had already guessed.

Tai Jing looked confused, but he was still very interested in the encounter between this fellow Taoist and Junior Brother Tai Hua, and he did not interrupt either.

He cheered up with interest.

"Then they insisted on asking me to come forward."

"I don't want to be the master of this."

Tushanjun seemed to be in a dilemma again.

At that time, he could follow the original plan and let Yu Long take charge of the Soul Flag.

Then relying on the strength of the sect, he would then support the sect. As the sect's inheritance ancestor, as long as every sect leader holds the soul flag, he can secure his position as the leader of the sect.

However, no one in the sect at that time could shoulder such heavy pressure and responsibility.

"The Kunpeng Sect has been integrated and will be approaching the city soon."

"Venerable Chuiyun is in the late stage of becoming a god again."

"Even I don't know how to win."

"Staying in the sect and resisting will only cause all my disciples to be buried with me."

"Can't leave."

"Can't win."

Tu Shanjun sighed, looked at Tai Jing who was sitting on the case, and said leisurely: "They had been arguing for a long time that day, and there was nothing I could do. At this moment, a man came to the door. He was wearing a white robe, as white as you. robe."

"The white-robed monk broke into the Patriarch Hall and asked about the person who founded the sect."

"He is dead."

"He passed away just now."

"The white-robed monk looked sad. He said his name is Xia Feng, and he is Taiyi's senior brother. You can also call him Venerable Taihua!"

"Then he asked, who am I."

"Who are you?"

Not to mention that Taihua had asked, Taijing, who was sitting across the table now, was also staring at the red-haired ghost saint who was telling the story with a surprised look on his face, and couldn't help but ask that sentence.

There was a vague guess in his mind, but he didn't believe it.

It’s not that I don’t believe it.

But I can't believe it.

Who would believe it?

The red-haired ghost saint said:

"My name is Tushanjun."

"You can also call me, Taishi Zunhun Great Sage."

Tai Jing was dumbfounded as he listened to this bizarre incident.

It's not like he hasn't seen those junior brothers and sisters who were lost back then.

Some live in the outer world and die.

There are also some who are protecting themselves and waiting for news from the sect.

Of course, there are also those heads and sect leaders who founded the sect and developed it silently.

Among them, there are many outstanding ones with amazing talents. After receiving the response from the sect and establishing contact with the main sect, they quickly became the true successor of the sect. However, he has never seen any latecomers reach this level.

Not to mention the great saints who practice fake and become real, even those who can become saints are rare.

According to the red-haired ghost saint, a few hundred years ago was not that long at all.

Because at that time, Junior Brother Taihua was still in the late stage of becoming a god.

"division……"

Tai Jing opened his mouth for a long time, but couldn't shout.

It's awkward to call me Senior Brother.

Call me Junior Brother, his cultivation seems to be stronger than mine.

"Why haven't I seen you in the main sect?" Taijing asked this question after thinking about it.

It's not that he looks down on monks in small places. The more marginal and barren the place, the harder it is for major and advanced cultivators to appear. The spiritual veins alone cannot support their consumption, and there is no assistance from heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

If Tu Shanjun was really a disciple of the sect and had such talent, he should have returned to the main sect long ago.

With the resources of the main sect to train him, he may now be a powerful Dao Lord who can stand alone.

"I have never been to the Main Sect of Middle-earth."

"Why?"

"Taihua asked me about my identity."

"I'm telling the truth."

"That……"

Tu Shanjun looked at the tea in the cup and asked, "A person who doesn't exist at all gave me a real identity. Is this identity real or fake?"

"What do you think?"

As he spoke, he looked at Tai Jing. Although he was asking, there was no doubt in his eyes.

Tai Jing smiled calmly and said, "I don't think it's important."

"What matters is what you think."

“If you think it’s true, then it’s true; if you think it’s false, then it’s false.”

"When falsehood becomes true, falsehood becomes true; when truth becomes false, truth becomes false."

The little girl in green skirt listened to these words, shook her head and said, "Brother, I don't understand."

"You'll understand later."

Tu Shanjun didn't show any surprise.

All monks who can practice emptiness will understand.

Refining the void is refining the false to return to the true.

If you want to complete the process of refining the false and return to the true, you must understand the true and false.

This is the true story of Lianxu.

Many monks don't understand.

Just like Qiu Wandao also asked Taihua. After Taihua said it, he said he didn't understand because he had not yet reached the stage where he should understand this truth.

At this point, Taijing roughly understood what was going on.

He cupped his hands and said, "Senior brother."

"Senior brother."

Tu Shanjun returned the favor.

Then he cupped his hands and looked at the little girl in green skirt next to him: "Junior sister."

The little girl in the green skirt looked confused, not knowing which senior brother was in front of her, but she knew how to be polite and instinctively replied: "Hello, senior brother."

late.