As soon as the white-clothed pretty boy at the head said this, the dozen or so white-clothed guards standing on both sides had some surprise on their faces, others may not know the strength of this strong man, but the friends who have been with them for many years, the rest of the guards certainly understand.

The actual cultivation of this sturdy man is on the verge of the realm of transforming gods, and it is very likely that he will break through to the next realm, and he is practicing kung fu horizontally, even if he is a monk of the same realm who specializes in cultivating the golden body of the Arhat in Buddhism, he may not dare to say that he is 100% better than him.

Everyone wanted to argue a few more words in their hearts, but after thinking about it, they woke up to the fact that it was the omnipotent son in their eyes who said this, and at the moment they could only stare dryly with two eyes, staring at the disappearing back in front of the courtyard gate.

"Childe, please!"

Although the sturdy man was unconvinced, he did not show a trace of discoloration on his face, but instead separated the idlers at the gate of the courtyard and let his son go first.

The group entered the courtyard, identified a direction, and went straight to the most central courtyard.

At the same time, Zhang Yixian's figure that had long disappeared appeared in the courtyard again, looking at the group of people who had already walked away, his expression became very complicated.

Although this was the first time they met, Zhang Yixian felt a threat in this person, and there seemed to be an extraordinary aura on his body, as if he was a disciple of the main gate of Taoism, with a pure and simple aura, and the aura exuded still carried these upright and straight flavors.

Zhang Yixian didn't think much about it, walked through the corridor of the courtyard, and walked towards his small courtyard.

Anyway, it is not early at this moment, and according to the great treasurer of the Sword Immortal Pavilion, tomorrow is the day of the Taishan Temple Fair, and the mysteries hidden in his heart will be solved one by one.

At this moment, he didn't seem so urgent.

Back in the small courtyard, before entering the door, a middle-aged fat man wearing a white lotus imprint brocade robe, with a rich body and a generous temperament, was waiting here, followed by a little child, and he was still carrying something in his hand.

"But the distinguished guests who came from the Tianfu City God Temple?" the rich middle-aged fat man smiled, and he didn't know if he was sincere, and said.

"Exactly!"

Zhang Yixian came to the front, looked at the person in front of him, and understood that this might be the leader of his trip.

"The contemptible White Lotus Deacon, Wu Yifan, this time I came to let the distinguished guests know that tomorrow morning is the day when the Taishan Temple Fair begins, this is the Taishan Mansion Order, holding this token, tomorrow will still be led by the next guest to lead the way. ”

"Other than that, there's nothing else, I wonder if your guests are still used to living here?"

The middle-aged fat man's smile was very fake, at least Zhang Yixian thought so, when he said his name, he almost knelt in his heart, but after tasting it carefully, he realized that it was a word in the middle.

"No, thank you for your hospitality. ”

After being polite to each other, the middle-aged fat man took the child behind him and left, and Zhang Yixian also entered his small courtyard and closed the doors and windows.

At this moment, he had to think about it more, after all, the strength shown by the White Lotus Sect and the lifeless old mother at this moment was too much more than strong, and after the profound background, it was far from being comparable to Zhang Yixian's current City God Temple.

Speaking of this Taishan Mansion alone, there were many cultivators who belonged to the White Lotus Sect who belonged to the White Lotus Sect in this Taishan Mansion, not to mention monks in the Mahayana realm like the Great Treasurer of the Sword Immortal Pavilion.

For the leader of the White Lotus Sect who he had never met, and had no mother, Zhang Yixian had more expectations in his heart.

After today's short contact, Zhang Yixian also understood that I am afraid that the White Lotus Sect is now widely issuing the "Ten Thousand Gods Post" to summon representatives of temples all over the world to come, and there must be something hidden behind this.

Moreover, he didn't know when he would be able to have the strength of the White Lotus Sect.

His ambition is in the world, in Zhu Yuanzhang, not to mention that he is familiar with the Tianfu City God in later generations who was named the emperor-level City God by him, and he is in charge of the City God in the world, and after the Yin Si incense, his heart is even more firm.

After taking a deep breath and calming down, Zhang Yixian sat down to meditate and practice.

Although his cultivation at the moment had stabilized at the Mahayana realm, today's encounter with the Grand Shopkeeper of the Sword Immortal Pavilion in terms of aura made him feel his shortcomings, and he also faintly grasped something in his heart, that is, he just lacked time for shortcomings.

Just when Zhang Yixian fell into his own perception and concentrated on cultivation, in the courtyard in the center of Taishan Mansion, in a small courtyard with warm and elegant decoration, a figure dressed in white and sitting enchanting leaned lazily on the recliner.

His skin was better than snow, white and red, without the slightest coarse black hair, and a pair of fingers were just the right thickness, as straight as a wheat stalk, and half of his thin white legs were covered by the white clothes on his body.

A slender black hair was gently tied up with a red belt, and the whole person was lying lazily on the wide chaise longue, which was very amazing when viewed from the side.

"I smell a familiar smell, well...... it's a soul flower, it's in the Taishan Mansion. ”

The red lips are lightly opened, and the beauty is incomprehensible, even the most cold wind wanderer can't guarantee whether he can hold it.

However, the only fly in the ointment is that this is a man, and the words he said just now are also in a male voice.

............

The sky overhead, after a night of silence, became bright again, and countless guests who were bored in the room also moved one after another.

At the gate of the small courtyard where Zhang Yixian was, Wu Yifan, the deacon of the White Lotus Sect who had met him on a day, had already been waiting here for a long time, but despite this, he was still standing here, without the slightest look of anger or boredom on his face, and that faint smile always haunted him.

"Honorable guests, please!"

Seeing Zhang Yixian go out, the middle-aged fat man Wu Yifan walked in front of him with a sincere attitude to lead the way, and kept talking about the details to be paid attention to on this trip, as well as the people he met on the road, the rules, and so on.

Along the street in the center of Taishan Mansion, I walked up to more than a dozen corners, and came to a pavilion guarded by heavy soldiers.

In the pavilion, five old men with different expressions occupy five special directions, in front of them, a formation of golden lines depicting complex lines is placed, when Zhang Yixian entered, showed the Taishan order, and was checked by several people, only then was the five old men urged mana into the formation to leave.

"This is the teleportation array!"

After experiencing it himself, Zhang Yixian realized that the formation carved in front of the five old men before turned out to be a teleportation array, but this level was more than a step lower than the teleportation array he had seen in the Dragon Palace before, and after he came out at this moment, he still felt the upside down in his stomach.

It's a brand new place, with a courtyard in the middle and green grass and shrubs of varying heights.

There were no guides, no attendants, no guards, and a few figures in front of them walked towards the only building in sight.

Probably where is the end of today's Taishan temple fair, Zhang Yixian was not afraid in his heart, and walked towards the building in front of him step by step.

When he got closer, Zhang Yixian realized that this building, which looked a little small from a distance, was so big, and even a gate was three zhang high and wide.

And at this moment, there are already some unfamiliar figures in front of the door who are slowly moving forward, and everyone has a different look on their faces.

On the way, there are occasional acquaintances greeting and chatting and moving forward.

Zhang Yixian didn't know any of the people he met, but the quiet scenery on both sides reminded him of a person, Diyue.

The same quiet and lovely, the same irreplaceable, he didn't know why the shadow of Emperor Yue appeared in his heart at this moment.

Walking and walking, with a bang, Zhang Yixian felt that he had bumped into something when he was in a fugue, and when he looked up, an old man with a gloomy expression was looking at him angrily, Zhang Yixian was stunned for a moment, and then stood aside to get out of the way.

The gloomy old man who was hit also sensed the broad and heavy aura on Zhang Yixian's body, and he didn't have a seizure on the spot, and he also knew that the person in front of him should not be provoked.

Along the avenue, Zhang Yixian came to a door.

Arrived here, the originally scattered, messy crowd lined up in a neat line here, there was a small pit protruding and conspicuous at the front, Zhang Yixian looked at it for a while, and when he got close, everyone took out a token and inserted it into the protruding pit, and then a yellow light appeared from the period, and after sweeping the whole body, an entrance appeared in front of him.

Following the team, Zhang Yixian roughly estimated that there were not many people who could come here, and there were only more than a hundred of them he had seen, and he didn't know who had already entered before.

After waiting for a long time, it was finally Zhang Yixian's turn, inserting the Taishan Order into it, and after the yellow light swept his body, an entrance appeared in front of him.

With a light step, in the blink of an eye he came to a room, where a chair appeared in front of him, and when he sat down, the noise of flies around him drilled into his ears.

Zhang Yixian was sitting on the second floor of the hall at the moment, and there was only one same position left and right away from Zhang Yu, but there was no one on it.

In front of him, a circular table was placed in the center, surrounded by a total of ten seats.

A peaceful, white-bearded old man sat on one of the chairs, surrounded by the same two people.

Seeing that there was one more person in the field, and it was a young man with a raw face, the three old men sitting in front of him couldn't help but smile lightly, and then smiled kindly at Zhang Yixian.

"It seems that it is really a generation of new people replacing the old, and now there are few young people with such deep strength. ”

The white-haired old man in front said leisurely.

"yes, yes. ”

The other two old men looked in the direction of Zhang Yixian, ** goatee, and echoed.

Zhang Yixian sat in place, but his eyes kept scanning around, the hierarchy here was very obvious, and the strength of the three white-haired old men sitting in the first place should be the highest, even Zhang Yixian himself was a little uncertain.

Other than that, the area where he was sitting at the moment, located on the second staircase, had about thirty seats, and looking back, the more than a hundred seats were almost full.

As for other areas, Zhang Yixian estimates that it is about the same.

In fact, he has been speculating in his heart that the sitting order of the Taishan temple fair is divided according to strength, and he was assigned to the second ladder with the strength of his Mahayana realm, so the strength of the three white-haired old men sitting in front of him is probably not far behind, even if they do not have the cultivation of the tribulation.

As for the area behind him, Zhang Yixian was also difficult to worry about.

After about another stick of incense, the seats in the field were constantly filled with figures, and even in the least ten positions in front of them, there were several more figures.

After repeating this, after another stick of incense, the seats behind him were all full, even a few were left around him, and the ten seats at the front were already nine people, only the middle position.

"Okay, this Taishan temple fair, presumably some Taoist friends are here for the first time, and some have come, but the rules are still said in advance. ”

At the forefront, a white-haired old man stood up, looked at the monks in the field, and said solemnly.

"First, speak according to the seat decision.

Second, don't do it.

Third, you can only choose once. ”

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he sat down directly, Zhang Yixian listened carefully, although he remembered it, he didn't understand the meaning of a word.

And everyone was unanimous in not making a sound, as if everyone was familiar with the rules and regulations.

Everyone was waiting, but there was a rare look of impatience on anyone's face.

Zhang Yixian looked at the only vacant seat in the center of the field, and guessed in his heart that this should be reserved for the White Lotus Sect's lifeless mother.

After a long time, there was still no figure on the empty chair in the center, and the white-haired old man who had risen up to speak stood up again.

His lips moved slightly, and before the voice could be heard, there was already a white figure on the vacant seat before.

Zhang Yixian was also curious, and his eyes immediately looked at the field, enchanting, full of wild temptation, this was the first feeling in his heart.

"This delicate-looking woman is a childless old mother?" Zhang Yixian said secretly in his heart.

Seeing that everyone was together, the white-haired old man who was still standing coughed twice in order to hide the embarrassing atmosphere and said, "Since everyone has arrived, let's start." ”

"There are a lot of new faces joining this year, so let's talk about this year. ”

"If there is chaos today, all kinds of forces are changing in the rise and fall, and the world is just like that. ”

“......”

"Please ask the White Lotus to teach the unborn mother to speak. ”

The white-haired old man said a lot, and Zhang Yixian didn't know what to do about these things related to the general trend of the world.

"Since this is the case, then I will say that the world is unstable, and there is no god in the heavenly court to stay in the world, this is also our opportunity to share the luck of the world, and we need a unified world, and an emperor who can learn from heaven and earth. ”

"There are some forces behind each of your gods, and today I will make it clear that it is Han Lin'er, the king of Xiaoming, who is pushed out by the White Lotus Sect. He has a heavenly appearance, and I am optimistic about him. ”

Zhang Yixian understood that this Taishan temple fair was actually a transcendent force in the whole world making decisions for the luck of the world.

Moreover, the White Lotus Sect's childless mother is actually a man, with a male voice and a female appearance, which greatly exceeds Zhang Yixian's previous impression of him.

A strange emotion grew in his heart.