An ancient bluestone hall was built on the Yuanzu Peak under the jurisdiction of Yuanfu Sect in Kuanglu Mountains, called Zufu Hall.

It is said that this ancestral hall is an ancient temple built since the beginning of the Yuanfu Sect. The treasure of the Yuanfu Sect’s sect is used to consecrate Mingqiao, and it is worshipped here on weekdays.

In addition, the hall also has spiritual positions of the heads of Yuanfu Sect for all dynasties. From the founding ancestor Yuanfu Zhenren, each leader can place his spiritual positions in the hall after his death and accept the admiration and worship of future disciples.

The place where the Ancestral Fu Hall is such an important place is one of the forbidden areas of the Yuanfu Sect. It has numerous magic circles and restrictions, so it is difficult for even disciples in the sect to break into this place.

On a night like usual, a figure suddenly appeared outside the Zu Fu Hall. He just reached out and slapped his hand and easily penetrated the layers of the forbidden light curtain outside the Zu Fu Hall. The figure flashed and penetrated into it, and the whole process was silent; the forbidden light curtain immediately returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

However, the figure had already entered the Ancestral Talisman Hall.

Under the incense and candles worshipped in the hall, you can see that this person is a pretty young man in his twenties, who is Li Muran.

Li Muran stopped and looked at the portrait of the ancestor hanging in the most conspicuous place in the hall - it was Yuanfu Zhenren, a former master of true life. In the painting, he had a smile and amiable face, but he was also unique to the extraordinary temperament of a high-level monk.

"Hmph" Li Muran snorted coldly. Who would have thought that although this portrait of the ancestor has been worshipped for thousands of years, the ancestor Yuanfu Zhenren did not actually die. It was Li Muran who killed Yuanfu Zhenren in the end.

"What you do is not qualified to accept the respect and worship of future disciples." Li Muran looked at the portrait and said lightly: "However, I promised Master Cangxia not to expose this matter, and let you continue to preserve the glory of the founder."

Li Muran then walked into the back hall of the main hall, which was the place where the spiritual positions of the leaders of all dynasties were worshipped. A spiritual candle was lit in front of each spiritual position.

The candlelight sways, and the inheritance of more than a thousand years is all on these dense spiritual cards.

Li Muran looked down one after another and saw the tablet of Master Cangxia. There was another tablet under him, which was Taoist Chixia.

"It was Taoist Chixia who took over the position of Master Cangxia, which was not new. It seems that he has fallen for a long time," Li Muran murmured to himself.

In addition to the names of the leaders of all dynasties, these spiritual cards also have a token embedded, which is the identity token of the Yuanfu Sect when they were alive.

There are also a few tokens, only names and no tokens. It seems that most of these sects died outside the sect and their relics cannot be recovered, so there is no token.

Li Muran took out a token from his arms, placed it on the spiritual card of Taoist Cangxia, and gave respectful gifts.

"Master, I'm taking you back," Li Muran said softly.

Before the death of Taoist Cangxia, he used his only little magic power to make a life talisman for Li Muran. Once the life talisman was complete, he not only fell immediately, but his body turned into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated, leaving only his clothes. This identity token was one of the limited tokens left by Taoist Cangxia.

Li Muran looked at these spiritual cards and was stunned, his thoughts seemed to float outside the sky.

"Who dares to break into the forbidden area of ​​my Yuanfu Sect?" An old voice sounded, and then a figure flew here quickly from outside the hall, stopped dozens of feet behind Li Muran. The person who came raised the talisman sword in his hand and looked at Li Muran in horror and vigilance.

This silence made Li Muran wake up from memories. He slowly turned around and saw an old man with white hair.

Li Muran was stunned and immediately recognized the person: "It's you, Uncle Mo Xia."

The one who consecrated Li Muran and his group of disciples was Mo Xiazi. However, Mo Xiazi was just in his early thirties and was still very young, but at this time Mo Xiazi had white hair and beard. However, his hair was young and his appearance did not change much, so Li Muran still recognized him.

"Who are you?" Mo Xiazi was stunned. The other party actually called him "Uncle Master", which surprised him slightly.

He hadn't heard of this title for many years. The disciples of Yuanfu Sect either called him the head of the sect or the master. After all, he is the oldest among all the Shenyou period monks in Yuanfu Sect.

Li Muran smiled slightly: "Don't Master recognize me anymore?"

Mo Xiazi frowned, and the other party called him this again, not a joke.

He narrowed his eyes and carefully took Li Muran for a lot of time. Suddenly, his heart moved, his face changed slightly, he opened his eyes and blurted out:

"It's you, the disciple Zhao Wuming consecrated with a useless talisman two hundred years ago."

"It's the disciple." Li Muran nodded with a smile. Mo Xiazi almost forgot about himself, but she still remembered the consecration of the "waste talisman".

Mo Xiazi breathed a sigh of relief, he pulled the talisman sword and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to have advanced to the Divine Travel Period. Tsk tsk, it's a miracle to be able to reach this point with your qualifications."

Li Muran smiled without saying a word, slowly letting go of his breath.

Mo Xiazi sensed Li Muran's breath change and was shocked: "Hey, you have even advanced to the late stage of Shenyou... Ah no, you, are you a master of the Dharma Xiang period?"

Mo Xiazi looked stunned, her eyes wide open, as if she had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

Li Muran nodded slightly and said, "The disciple has this opportunity, thanks to the fact that Master Mo Xia consecrated the disciple."

"I dare not take it," Mo Xiazi said in panic: "Senior is already a master of Dharmakaya. How can he continue to use the old title? It should be that the younger generation calls the senior Master Zhao."

Li Muran advised him a few words, but he insisted on not daring to be of the same generation as his fellow students, so Li Muran stopped persuading him.

After his appearance of identity, Mo Xiazi's tone was obviously much more respectful and polite, but she lacked the kind of kindness of reunion after a long separation.

"My teacher, Taoist Zixia, is it good now?" Li Muran asked.

Mo Xiazi sighed lightly and said, "At the time when the group of monks of the Shenyou period who were of the name of Xia, except for the old man, had already finished their lives and sat in the process of transformation. Senior Brother Zixia sat in the process of transformation more than 80 years ago."

Li Muran frowned and nodded gently.

This was long before he expected, so after hearing the news that his master had been transformed, he just sighed.

"Where are those brothers? Is anyone who advances to the Divine Travel Period?" Li Muran asked again.

Mo Xiazi sighed, "Senior Brother Zixia doesn't like to accept disciples, and he has not accepted a few disciples in total. Besides, except for Uncle Zhao, the other disciples are all shallow in immortal relationships and have not been able to advance to the Divine Travel Period. As for the same group of disciples consecrated as Uncle Zhao, there are a few who have advanced to the Divine Travel Period. It is better to ask me to call them over and meet Uncle Zhao."

Li Muran thought about it and shook his head: "No need for me to come this time. I just want to fulfill Master Cangxia's last wish, return his relics to Yuanfu Sect, and let him return Ye Luo to the roots."

As he said that, Li Muran pointed to the spiritual card of Taoist Cangxia.

Mo Xiazi was shocked, and he immediately noticed the extra identity token on the spirit card.

"It is the token of Senior Brother Cangxia," Mo Xiazi asked, "Is it true that Senior Brother Cangxia is staying with him when Uncle Zhao is here?"

Li Muran nodded and said, "Yes, I witnessed Master Cangxia's death with my own eyes."

"What happened in the Four Sacred Valley back then? Even Senior Brother Cangxia would suffer? Who is the enemy?" Mo Xia had a question and couldn't speak up.

Li Muran sighed: "There are four people in the enemy's family, but they have been killed by me one after another, so there is no need to investigate this matter anymore."

The four people Li Muran mentioned were the Four Saints of Kuanglu; at that time, he directly burned the resurrection scrolls of three of them in the Four Saint Valley, and only Nirvana escaped. However, in the ancient land of the seal of heaven and heaven, he defeated Nirvana's body. Although his residual soul escaped into the bone-eroding swamp, most of it had already fallen, so Li Muran claimed that all the four enemies had been killed by him.

"It turns out that the great revenge has been avenged, and it's my fault for Uncle Zhao." Mo Xiazi didn't dare to continue asking carefully.

"I don't know where the master is buried? I want to go and worship him." Li Muran suddenly said.

"Just at the back mountain of Zixia Peak. Let the old man take Uncle Zhao to come." Mo Xiazi said.

Li Muran nodded, and the two of them shook and left the ancestral talisman hall.

Seeing that Li Muran was slight, Mo Xiazi was secretly shocked when he resolved the strict prohibition here. He could not help but feel nervous. He no longer dared to doubt the other party's cultivation status.

Under the moonlight, the two came to the back mountain of Zixia Peak.

Mo Xiazi led Li Muran to the tomb of Taoist Zixia, and then he tactfully retreated to the side, allowing Li Muran to mourn alone.

Li Muran looked at the lonely tomb in front of him, and sighed softly in his heart.

The original master of the Divine Travel Period, in the eyes of mortals, was just a handful of yellow earth in the end.

"Master, I'm late for the disciple." Li Muran bowed and took out a wooden box from his arms, secretly wielded his magic power, and without knowing that the wooden box was sent deep under the loess in front of Taoist Zixia's tomb, but no trace was left on the surface of the loess.

There was a spiritual fruit in the wooden box, which was the Drunken God Fruit that Taoist Zixia sent Li Muran into the Four Sacred Valley to get.

Although there are still spiritual fruits, Taoist Zixia has no immortality to enjoy.

Li Muran stopped in front of the tomb of Zixia Taoist Man for a while, and then walked around Zixia Peak.

The stone house he lived in then still exists, but there are several more rooms and have been renovated, and some young disciples are living in it.

Li Muran saw that some stone houses were still lit with lights. I believe that the disciples were either working hard or diligently preparing talismans.

"I practiced hard every night back then, so that's not the case?" Li Muran's heart moved.

Things change, and looking back on the past, it feels like a dream.
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