This Changle Palace covers an area of three or four acres, but I don't know if it's because of the lack of people, in fact, there are not too many buildings. Among them, the most important thing is also in the center of this Changle Palace is a Xuanzhen Hall with a wide open door, and the oil lamp that Liu Chen is looking for is also in the middle.

And on the left behind this Xuanzhen Hall is the wing room where the Taoist priest is stationed, and when Liu Chen passed by just now, he could vaguely feel the anger of four or five people. So after carefully avoiding it, Liu Chen slowly walked towards the Xuanzhen Hall from the right side.

Liu Chen walked extremely carefully along the way, and the road of less than a mile took nearly two moments, basically turning back one step at a time, for fear that there would be some danger in this somewhat mysterious and unpredictable Changle Palace.

But along the way, nothing happened, and it seemed that Liu Chen had scared himself.

Quietly entering the Xuanzhen Hall from the main entrance, I saw one hundred and ten bronze oil lamps placed in a square on a long case. After the long case, there are three high platforms, each with a copper oil lamp on the platform, which looks much more delicate than those bronze oil lamps.

Not only that, but the aura attached to these three copper oil lamps was much more than those bronze oil lamps, and almost the moment he saw it, Liu Chen felt the ghost flame in his eyes beat spontaneously a few times.

Such a reaction naturally made Liu Chen understand that these three copper oil lamps were a good thing.

But Liu Chen didn't directly use the ghost flame to ignite those breaths to replenish himself, but continued to look up along the high platform of the long case, and saw a light yellow wood carving. This person wears a yellow crown on his head, purple clothes inside, and a five-colored cloud veil on the outside. Looking closely, the expression is solemn and majestic, especially a pair of eyes that are as black as ink, and they look like real people, and they don't know what kind of paint they point out.

"It doesn't seem to be anything special, but it's more delicate, but it's really weird?"

Originally, Liu Chen thought that the mysterious aura he felt outside Changle Palace might be related to the gods enshrined here, but after looking at it, he felt that it seemed to be mediocre except for exquisiteness.

"Forget it, don't think too much about it, let's deal with the smell on these oil lamps like this. ”

Liu Chen, who walked in peacefully all the way, didn't want to spend too much effort on the clueless deep aura, and felt that it was better to swallow the meat in his mouth first. As for the origin of that deep aura, as long as it doesn't hinder him, he doesn't bother to care.

But at this moment, suddenly a bell rang from the northeast. Then after the bell rang three times, there was a sound of thin ropes in the chamber of the Taoist priests, and soon there was a sound of footsteps coming towards the Xuanzhen Palace.

When he heard the bell, it was the moment when Liu Chen was about to start, and the bell suddenly rang in the middle of the night, but Liu Chen gave a big jump. I thought I had touched the alarm there by mistake, so I made the bell ring

However, after a little meditation, I found that there were only two people in the room whose breath changed rapidly, apparently waking up, and the other people, although they had brief fluctuations, fell asleep again after the bell stopped.

Observing this, Liu Chen also understood that it was not discovered by himself, this should be the fixed work of the Taoist priest in Changle Palace. So Liu Chen looked left and right, jumped up, and after borrowing a force, he hid on the beam.

At the same time as he hid his figure, the two of them walked into the Xuanzhen Hall from the side door of the rear, one after the other. I looked at it a little from the side, but I saw two eleven or twelve-year-old Taoist boys, one carrying a pot and the other holding a scoop.

After entering the hall, the two Taoist boys put down the things in their hands, sorted out each other's appearance, and then said to the Taoist statue:

"Xuanzhen Patriarch Wanshou Jin'an, disciple Zhenchang, disciple Zhen'an kowtows. ”

After saluting, the two Taoist boys took the pot and scoop again, and added oil one by one along the long case. After half a ring, after the bronze oil lamps on the long table were filled with oil, the Taoist boy with the scoop walked straight to the high platform, ready to add oil to the three copper oil lamps.

"Zhen'an, why don't you have a long memory, how many times have I told you! These three are the natal lamps of the three uncles, and you have to add dolomite powder before you can add oil, are you not enough to be beaten?"

Just when Dao Tong Zhen'an, who took the scoop, was about to add oil, Zhenchang, who was carrying the oil pot behind him, stopped him, and then asked a little helplessly.

"Ah, I almost forgot again, I'll add it. But it's true that you deserve to be the same as Uncle Shi, and they are both surnamed Ren, but you are much smarter than me!"

Hearing Zhenchang's reminder, Zhen'an, a little Taoist boy, thought about it and said quite embarrassedly. Then he took out an oily paper bag from his bosom, shook it open, and saw a pinch of white powder, and then prepared to participate in the lamp oil.

"Don't pour it all out, keep a little bit for your own cultivation. When you reflect yourself with the bright lantern, and break through the hell with a thought, you will be a disciple of Zhengsheng, and then the three uncles will not be able to beat you casually. ”

Just when Zhen'an added the last bit of lamp oil with dolomite powder, Zhenchang on the side held his hand, and then used a plugged bamboo knot to take the little lamp oil and stuffed it into Zhen'an's hand.

"Is it okay to do this?"

Holding the bamboo knot filled with lamp oil, Zhen'an was obviously a little scared, and asked very hesitantly.

"What are you afraid of, our three uncles are not capable, and they are still a disciple of Xincheng at a young age, otherwise they would not have been sent to Xincheng. It's a waste of these lamp oils for them to use, so it's better for you to use them. After you become a disciple of Zhengsheng, I will be able to ask my father to bring you back to Ruyin together, then you are the place of our Ren family, which is much better than here. ”

For Zhen'an's fear and hesitation, Zhenchang obviously didn't care, and directly took Zhen'an's hand and stuffed the bamboo into his arms, and then packed up his things and prepared to leave.

After these two people left, Liu Chen did not rush down, but waited until he sensed that the two of them were asleep before jumping off the beam.

After seeing that the last of the three copper oil lamps was obviously less oily, Liu Chen couldn't help but smile, thinking that the two Taoist boys were also very interesting.

However, in addition to being interesting, the things that were unintentionally revealed between the words of these two Dao Tong were also very important, for example, this Changle Palace was the territory of the Ren family, and the strongest breath of these three lamps was the natal lamp of the three uncles.

Liu Chen, the affairs of the Ren family, has also heard of it from the Taoist, it is one of the seventeen families of the Lingbao Dao lineage, and it is the meaning of the nine families of the Lingbao Dao lineage that can inherit the above-mentioned Taiping Dao people, which is much longer than the inheritance history of the Lu family.

However, because he rarely participated in the affairs of the imperial court, his reputation was not as loud as that of the Lu family, so when he introduced it to the Taoist, it was only a brief remark.