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The Tiandong Eight Hundred Sect is located in the middle of the Twelve Star River, and in front of the temple where countless disciples of the Eight Hundred Sects worship and believe, there are nearly 1,000 sect masters of the Eight Hundred Sects.

At the front of the crowd were more than a dozen disciples of the Twelve Stars of the Heavens, led by Liancheng Jue, who represented the future of Tiandong.

And the Lord of the Twelve Star River, except for the Qiao brothers and sisters who were imprisoned in the Tongque Platform of the Academy, the Ten Figures of the Twelve Stars of the Heavenly Passage all stood in the temple together.

The Tiandong Temple, which has stood for countless years, is dedicated to the only saint who founded Tiandong with his own hands. The saint once used the Razor Divine Beast as a mount and settled in Tiandong Zhong Lingyuxiu, and after accepting the twelve stars of the heavens as a disciple, he turned into a god statue and was offered in the temple.

I don't count how many years have passed.

A year ago, the rampaging Wuxiang Dao Sect entered the Tiandong at night to shock the eight hundred sects.

This statue of a god who had not awakened for thousands of years opened its eyes for the first time, and then the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong ushered in a year of isolation from the world.

Until the day of the Sword Pavilion Qingmei Cooking Wine, the Wuxiang Dao Sect took the knife for thousands of miles.

The Buddha Lotus World that sealed the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong was like a soul without the weight of the butcher's knife, and the endless Buddha Realm Mountain was no longer able to trap the Eight Hundred Sects.

The idol that was injured in the battle with the Taoist Sect a year ago has awakened!

The statue in the temple opened its eyes.

The twelve stars in the temple bowed down in unison after showing a smile of awe.

In front of the temple, the three generations of disciples of Tiandong and more than a thousand large and small sect masters kowtowed like a tide.

This tide swept through countless mountains and rivers and numerous sects in an instant, and the entire Tiandong suddenly resounded with a shocking voice of congratulations.

"Welcome to the Holy Lord!"

......

The edge of the road is scattered, and the soul returns, and the mountains are full of flowers and sacrifices to Bodhi.

When the statue of Tiandong woke up, the academy was full of flowers.

Where the flowers fall, there is no longer the sound of Lang Lang's book, and there is no longer a young figure.

Where the flowers fall, the eyes are full of plain white.

The whole Bodhi Mountain is covered with mourning decorations and white silk, and the academy of Nuoda is pure and quiet.

The mournful wind gently blew on his cheeks, and then swept through the academy, as if he did not want to disturb the sleeping Taoist sect.

Passing through the plain white and solemn six-character gate of the outer courtyard and the mirror platform of the inner courtyard, along the way, except for the Tsing Yi teachers in mourning clothes and the elegant and magnificent buildings in front of them, the academy, which has always been full of vitality and brightness, has never seen a single figure.

Because the academy, whether it is the new and old students of the inner and outer courtyards, or the teachers in Tsing Yi, they are all wearing mourning clothes and kneeling in this purple bamboo forest facing the Forgetful River at this moment.

The scene in front of him made Yu Zhongtang very puzzled.

She thought, although it is reasonable to raise the academy to mourn and mourn for the holy death of the Wuxiang Dao Sect, it will not cause such a battle, right? What she saw and felt along the way was as solemn as if she was in the palace and saw the emperor die.

A rain begonia in a black dress walked through the crowd, looking particularly dazzling. Fortunately, as the wife of Jiang Manlou, the young master of the world's first family, who has not passed through the door but has become a fact, has seen many scenes since she was a child, even if all the eyes in the purple bamboo forest fell on her with strangeness, Yuzhongtang also looked calm.

Dressed in mourning clothes, the Tsing Yi teacher supported a bamboo raft and carried the visiting rain begonias into the snow-white glacier of forgetfulness.

In the small courtyard of the glacier, there are dozens of old Taoist masters of the Liuzimen, several Tsing Yi leaders who are responsible for various things in the academy, representatives of new and old students, Dean Zhuang, and Jiang Manlou.

After meeting all the teachers one by one with the junior courtesy, the delicate and clear Yuzhongtang began to realize that things seemed to be far more complicated and tricky than he imagined!

"People brought?" Jiang Manlou, who was no longer dressed in a white mourning dress, looked at Yuzhongtang with a rare serious look in his eyes.

"Hmm. Yuzhongtang nodded meekly.

"One is not a lot?" Jiang Manlou asked again.

"Three thousand big red robes, the same as when you first entered the school, there are many of them. Yu Zhongtang said softly.

"Already in the city?"

"Yes. I asked my aunt for some help, and no one found any trace of them. ”

The door of the room where the Phaseless Dao Sect's holy body was placed was slowly opened.

Luo Changfeng, who was filial to the teacher, helped the blind senior brother to walk out.

After Dean Zhuang briefly explained a few words to the two of them, he took nearly 100 figures and Jiang Manlou, Yu Zhongtang and others out of the Forgetful River.

There is a high platform in the purple bamboo forest.

When the freshmen were admitted to the six-character gate, Yan Nanfei once stood on this high platform and pointed at Luo Changfeng.

Dean Zhuang ascended the high platform.

Nearly 20,000 teachers and students gathered in the purple bamboo forest and sat cross-legged around the high platform. Jiang Manlou and Yuzhongtang belong to two very special people, they stand silently by Zizhu and listen to the dean's teachings.

Dean Zhuang, who was standing with his hands in his hands, looked at the young and immature faces, and his mind always lingered on the appearance of the past grand occasion of the academy.

Helplessly, he sighed.

In the purple bamboo forest, he is his student, whether it is preaching or solving doubts, he knows everything and speaks endlessly.

Now, he won't have anything to hide.

"The academy is in calamity this time!"

Dean Zhuang Dao Xuanzhuang, who was revered as the first person to transform the catastrophe realm under the guidance of the gods, opened his mouth to say that the academy was in a catastrophe!

It was a tone of endless depression and helplessness.

That tone is telling all the teachers and students of the academy that the academy will usher in a catastrophe, a catastrophe that even Dean Zhuang, the first person in the Tribulation Realm, cannot resolve!

The dozens of old Dao masters who had expected it looked calm. But those Tsing Yi teachers who were only thirty or forty years old and the new and old students of tens of thousands of academies were all noisy and restless.

"The academy is robbed?"

"Unlikely, right?"

"Even if the Dao Sect Lord dies, my academy also has the protection of the ancestors, who in this world dares to violate the holy land of the Dao Sect?"

"That's right. Taking 10,000 steps back, the academy has a history of thousands of years. In today's world, whether it is the Imperial League, or the Kunlun Sword Pavilion, whether it is the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong or the Seven Prefectures and the Great Yan Empire, even if it is far away in the Demon Clan of Tiannan Jueyun Mountains, there have been people who have entered our academy to practice and study. Wouldn't trespassing on the academy risk the world's condemnation?"

“......”

A lot of chattering rang in my ears.

For the vast majority of college students, they would not easily believe Dean Zhuang's statement that the college would be robbed.

After all, the Millennium Academy is a holy place for the Daomen.

I don't know how many Bodhi seeds have been bred by the 3,000 Bodhi Tree for countless years, and I don't know how many famous students have been taught by the academy.

The academy has no class of teaching, and those who come do not refuse.

How can you make enemies of others?

And with whom will they make enemies?

But looking at Dean Zhuang's serious expression, as well as the silence of those Taoist masters, even the young master of the Jiang family, who was usually arrogant, was surprisingly silent and kept aside, and more and more students and Tsing Yi teachers had begun to waver a little in their hearts.

There was less and less talk in the purple bamboo forest.

The atmosphere around is getting more and more dignified.

Until finally, everyone kept their mouths shut. My heart began to be invaded by inexplicable worry and fear.

Because they began to believe that the academy was really in danger this time!

Ying Tian and Yi Hongxiang, the old students of the academy, glanced at each other. The two of them looked at Yan Xi, Xingshi, Xiao Lingtong and other senior brothers not far away, the eyes of these old students revealed solemnity, and they seemed to have guessed some possibility.

After the silence of the purple bamboo forest returned, Dean Zhuang's voice resounded again.

"Today, Zhuang summoned all the teachers and students as the president of Bodhi Academy to announce one thing. ”

Jiang Manlou, who was leaning against Zizhu with his arms in his hands, looked sideways.

Dozens of old Taoist masters who have dedicated their lives to the academy were slightly moved.

Countless Tsing Yi teachers and students from the inner and outer courtyards under the high platform paid attention and held their breath.

"From today onwards, in order to avoid the catastrophe, the academy will close the six-character doorway, and all teachers and students will be dismissed!"