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- Under the leadership of Shangguan Yong, Zhang Ruochen and others quickly arrived at the holy mountain in the center of the Que Sheng Palace.
With the recovery of the Kunlun Realm, this holy mountain has also undergone considerable changes. Not only has the mountain become more majestic, but the key is that it spurts out a large amount of holy energy from heaven and earth, turning the entire Que Sheng Palace into a A rare holy land for cultivation.
The vegetation on the Holy Mountain is dense and lush. Many elixirs grow there, and there are even holy medicines.
Some quaint pavilions are hidden in the mountains and forests, perfectly integrated with the holy mountain itself.
There are not many people in the entire Shangguan family who are qualified to own a place of cultivation on the Holy Mountain.
And the top of the holy mountain is a forbidden area. It is where Shangguan Que lives. Without permission, even Shangguan Yong, the head of the Shangguan family, is not allowed to approach.
"Your Highness, our ancestors are at the top of the mountain." Shangguan Yongpo said respectfully.
Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "Thank you!"
There is a special air-forbidden formation on the holy mountain. Most people cannot fly in the air at all, but this obviously cannot restrict Zhang Ruochen and others.
Immediately, Zhang Ruochen and others jumped into the air and flew to the top of the mountain at extremely fast speeds.
Shangguan Yong raised his head and looked up at Zhang Ruochen's gradually rising figure. He did not leave. If his ancestor had any instructions, he could complete them in time.
At this moment, it is noon, the sun is blazing in the sky, the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.
In an instant, Zhang Ruochen locked onto Shangguan Que.
The figures flashed, and the seven people landed on a cliff.
There is an ancient pine growing on the edge of the cliff. It is extremely vigorous and has been rooted here for many years. Its trunk is twisted like a horned dragon.
Under the old pines, there is a stone platform with a tea set placed on it. A person is sitting in front of the stone platform, holding a small tea bowl in his hand, and the slightest trace of heat is escaping from the tea bowl.
The breeze blows, and a faint fragrance of tea fills the air, refreshing the mind.
Sitting in front of the stone platform is an old man with white hair. He is extremely elegant, exuding the temperament of a great Confucian, and has an aura of great righteousness.
The white-haired old man has a ruddy complexion and no trace of twilight in his body. Although he is not tall, he gives people a feeling of calmness like a sacred mountain.
"Student Zhang Ruochen has met the teacher."
Zhang Ruochen stepped forward and bowed to the white-haired old man.
Eight hundred years have passed, and Shangguan Que has not changed much. It is as elegant and calm as before, with a kind face, but it has a kind of majesty that makes people admire it.
Zhang Ruochen was now able to confirm that the Confucian and Taoist sage king in the Dragon Protection Pavilion was Shangguan Que when he attacked the Lingxiao Palace.
"Master, I haven't seen you for many years, and you haven't changed at all."
Kong Lanyou also stepped forward to salute.
In the past, she also studied with Shangguan Que and was also a student of Shangguan Que.
However, after the fall of Shengming, Shangguanque became the Holy King of the imperial court and was regarded as a traitor by many of the old members of Shengming. Kong Lanyou never saw him again, and eight hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
Eight hundred years is already a long time, and there are not many old friends left.
Shangguanque put down the tea bowl in his hand, a kind and kind smile appeared on his face, and said: "Come over and sit down and talk to me, an old man."
Zhang Ruochen and Kong Lanyou did not hesitate, straightened up, walked to the stone platform and sat down.
Mu Lingxi, King Mingjiang, Jin Yu, Luo Chen and Bao Lie also came forward and each found a place to sit down.
Fortunately, the stone platform is big enough and there are many seats around it, otherwise they would have to stand.
Shangguanque picked up the teapot and poured a bowl of tea for Zhang Ruochen and others.
King Mingjiang said a little coldly: "Shangguan Que, you are living a good life. The Holy King Que of the imperial court has a distinguished status. He doesn't want me to wait for the rebels of the Holy Ming, so he can only hide in Tibet."
"Eight hundred years have passed, so why should the prince be so brooding? Making such a choice is actually not what I wanted." Shangguanque sighed.
King Mingjiang¡¯s tone was still unkind: ¡°Can someone still force you to do it?¡±
Shangguanque just shook his head, but was unwilling to say anything, as if he had something to hide.
King Mingjiang was angry and said: "What are you shaking your head for? If you have anything to say, just say it directly. At this day and age, what else needs to be hidden?"
"Some things are far more complicated than you imagine, Prince." Shangguan Que said in a deep voice.
King Mingjiang wanted to say something, but before he could say it, Zhang Ruochen spoke first: "Uncle,We must be entangled in this matter. Since the teacher doesn't want to say it, we can't force it. "
Hearing this, King Mingjiang said nothing more. Although he was Zhang Ruochen's elder, he now focused on Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen turned to look at Shangguan Que and said seriously: "Teacher, we are here to understand some truths about eight hundred years ago. I hope you can tell the truth."
Shangguanque took a sip of tea and said softly: "If you want to ask anything, just ask."
Although the sun is blazing in the sky at this moment, the breeze blowing from the top of the mountain makes it look very cool, without any feeling of heat.
Zhang Ruochen looked serious and said: "Teacher, as a member of the Dragon Protection Pavilion, he should have met my father before he disappeared. Do you know where my father went?"
"Yes, before the palace incident, we members of the Dragon Protection Pavilion were indeed summoned by His Majesty, but His Majesty did not tell us where he would go." Shangguanque replied.
Zhang Ruochen frowned slightly, not even the Dragon Protection Pavilion knew the whereabouts of Emperor Ming. I'm afraid he really went to the Western Buddha Realm in person to seek confirmation.
After pondering for a moment, Zhang Ruochen continued to ask: "Why did Emperor Father order the Dragon Protection Pavilion to cast the altar? What is the real role of the altar? What is the significance of preserving those holy souls? Also, where is the altar now?"
That altar was cast with all the treasury of the Holy Spirit, it is no small matter.
Zhang Ruochen also learned some things about the altar from the Divine Sword Holy Land not long ago. Unfortunately, Lu Huaiyu didn't know the real secret of the altar at all.
Shangguanque stood up, turned and walked towards the cliff, looked at the clouds and mist surging under the cliff, and said slowly: "Actually, even I don't fully understand the secret of the altar. However, according to His Majesty's wishes, the number of Over the past hundred years, we have kept the holy souls of most of the saints who died in Kunlun Realm in the altar, so that their holy souls will not dissipate, and perhaps, under special circumstances, they can be resurrected."
"Originally, the altar was placed in the Holy Land of the Divine Sword. Before the Hell Realm broke through the Heaven and Earth Altar, we moved the altar to the Yin Burial Mountains on the orders of the two Golden Elephant Beast Emperors."
Hearing this, Kong Lanyou and others couldn't help showing shocked expressions. Although the Kunlun Realm has declined, many saints are still born. In hundreds of years, a large number of saints will definitely die. It is conceivable that that holy There are definitely a lot of holy souls preserved in the altar.
If those saints can really be resurrected, they will undoubtedly be a very powerful force.
In fact, Kong Lanyou knew the existence of the altar very early and knew that the altar could preserve the holy soul, but she did not know the purpose of the altar in preserving the holy soul. She once asked Lu Yuanzhi, but unfortunately she could not get the answer. .
Now that I think about it, the only ones who really know the secret of the altar are the two Golden Elephant Beast Emperors, and Emperor Ming trusts them more than anyone else.
"The Yin Burial Mountains, why do you want to send the altar to the Yin Burial Mountains? What's there?" Zhang Ruochen looked puzzled and felt very puzzled by this.
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