Chapter 491: Test

"Xuanhui... is the confidant of King Taiyimi of Dalingfeng Temple. Originally, he should be following you or investigating your relevant facts."
Li Rong stared at Wei He's eyes, trying to see something he wanted to be sure of.
"Investigate me?" Wei He squinted his eyes. "Although the disciple has an extraordinary blood, there shouldn't be anything to investigate, right?"
"An hour ago, the King of Misty Mi and the people of Yueyue both came to me and asked about the disappearance of the Seven Sovereigns and the disappearance of Xuanhui. They all tried to take you to cooperate with the investigation." Li Rong carefully. Staring at Wei He's complexion.
"I replied to them that you have nothing to do with these two cases. No matter what, my Burning Army will not allow you to be taken away by outsiders. I can guarantee that."
Li Rong paused.
"But, Xuan'er, you have to remember. Some things, some things, as long as they happen, they will definitely leave traces. There are many coincidences. If they converge too many times, it is not a coincidence. This is the Nine Military Headquarters. The other marshal said, now, I will tell it to you."
Wei He heard the meaning.
He fell silent.
"Thank Master. The disciple understands!"
He already understood something, Li Rong might have guessed something.
But just because of other reasons, it didn't really reveal everything.
In fact, he has basically achieved a lot of his goals in Dayue now.
After eating the Thirteen True Blood Treasures, breaking through the True Blood, and getting the follow-up cheats, it was time for him to plan to leave.
Dayue, after all, is not a place to stay for a long time...
If it can go smoothly and break through to the master, then it is naturally the best, but at the moment, I am afraid that it will not last so long...
"Let's go, check if you have all your luggage with you." Li Rong sighed.
"Yes."
Wei He also felt a little guilty in his heart.
But some things are impossible to confess after all. If he is an ordinary real strength martial artist, forget it, but his other identity is the Daozi of Xuanmiaozong, the highest person under the master.
If this kind of identity is confessed, no one can tell what will happen.
After all, Daozi's identity, if you make good use of it, you can do too many things.
What's more, he is still a disciple of Yuan Duzi, the chief master of Taoism.



Two days later...
Beizhou·Wuxue Mountain.
On the mountainside of the vast white snow-capped mountains.
Two black spots the size of sesame seeds are slowly climbing up the snowy mountain ridge.
Compared to the entire huge Wuxue Mountain, the two black spots were slightly further apart, and no trace was visible at all.
In the clear sky, the faint sunlight splashed down, illuminating the entire rolling snow-capped mountains faintly.
Suddenly, above the snow, a snow sheep walked slowly, lowering its head to eat a few grasses arched out of the snowdrift.
The sound of creaking footsteps came from a distance.
Xue Yang raised his head, his dexterous pointed ears moved, and his black eyes looked towards the direction of the sound.
Soon, in its field of vision, a vast expanse of whiteness, like white paper in the snow, gradually came two black spots.
The black spot was small at first, but quickly accelerated suddenly, zoomed in quickly, and reached a distance of 100 meters in a blink of an eye.
Whizzing!
With two soft sounds, the two black spots turned into two men in black, who quickly set foot in the snow.
The snow powder splashed by the two of them splashed the snow sheep's face.
It ran away as if frightened, but as soon as it turned its head, it no longer saw the two black spots.
The two men in black hurried up the mountain, and soon reached the top of the snow-capped mountain, slowed down on the side of a cedar, and stopped.
Both of them were wearing thick black cloaks. The one in front was a woman, with a beautiful appearance, deep red eyes, and a faintly sharp temperament like a sword.
The person behind was a strong man with an ordinary appearance, long black hair shawl, a burly figure, a little trance, and it was easy to regard him as a female follower, with a very weak sense of existence.
These two people came from afar and left from Baixiang City to Li Rong and Wei He where the Thirteen True Blood Treasures were located.
The master and apprentice did not bring any entourage, but each took their belongings and hurried along the fastest speed in order to complete the serving of the thirteen true blood treasures as quickly as possible.
This is also to avoid changes caused by delay.
If one of the thirteen treasures of resources changes, it will be quite troublesome.
Li Rong stood on the snowy ground, raised his head and squinted, looking at the highest point of the mountain in the distance.
"The first place I brought you was the top of Wuxue Mountain, the largest mountain range in Beizhou."
She exhaled a breath of heat, and the breath stretched out for a full meter before slowly dissipating.
"The rest of the strange treasures have been concentrated in two places by Da Yue, but here, there are two kinds of strange treasures, and there is no way to transfer them."
"Is it because of the environment?" Wei He asked curiously. He was also a little strange about the Thirteen True Blood Treasures.
"Not bad." Li Rong nodded, "These two kinds of treasures, one is called Jiu Shang Xin Lian, and the other is called Bai Ruye."
She took another long breath.
"Now they are all concentrated in the Mingjue Temple where they are cultivated here."
"Mingjue Temple... is it the Mingjue Temple that Prince Jiaye retired after he became a monk?" Wei He has seen records in ancient books.
In fact, for today's Dayue, the once true warrior is just a disease of tinea and scabies.
Most of Da Yue's strength and energy have been concentrated on internal struggles for power.
The emperor and Buddhism were susceptible to each other. On the contrary, the real strength sects who have been far away from the big moon are no longer the core of many masters' attention.
"Jiaye.... That was the predecessor of Da Yue or Wu, after you see it, don't be rude. In terms of strength, this prince who lives in seclusion is equally good."
"Yes."
The two rested for a while, continued to unfold their body skills, and rushed towards the highest point of the mountain, a small Buddhist temple.
The Buddhist temple is like a cube with a huge ball placed on top.
The entire Buddhist temple is black, but most of the surface is covered with thick snow powder.
The snow powder dyed the entire Buddhist temple white, and only a few places could see the bare black walls.
Not long after, Li Rong and Wei He had crossed hundreds of meters to reach the top of the Buddhist temple.
The Buddhist temple is not big, more than 20 meters long and more than 10 meters high. There are more than ten icy steps in front of the temple.
There are statues of monsters made of stone squatting on both sides. The monster is as tall as one person and more than three meters long.
Li Rong took Wei He and walked to the front of the Buddhist temple. They were directly in front of them. On the door plaque, there were three large characters with black background and red pen: Mingjue Temple.
"Li Rong of the Fentian Army, come to visit Jingxu's host." Li Rong shouted loudly.
Fortunately, the weather is good, there is no wind and snow, only light golden sunlight without temperature, evenly covering the surface of the Buddhist temple.
The sound is passed through without any interference.
Squeak...
The wooden door opened slowly, opening inward.
Li Rong took the lead, Wei He followed, and the two filed into the door.
At the first glance, it was a male-female Buddha statue with glaring eyes and closed arms with ribbons and rings wrapped around its body.
The Buddha statue is three meters high, and the whole body is black. I don't know what material it is.
On the futon below the Buddha statue, facing the door with his back, sits an old monk in a black robe.
The old monk remained motionless, sitting still, as if he hadn't noticed anyone coming in.
"Host Jingxu, I will bring my disciples to accept this time the real blood treasure." Li Rong stopped and said seriously and respectfully.
The person in front of her, even with her status, needs to be treated with courtesy.
After all, I can stay in one place for decades, with nothing but wind and snow around.
This kind of loneliness is just to guard the surrounding strong wind belt, to prevent the real beasts from raging, and to monitor the huge threats that may arise.
Such dedication and will are worthy of respect from anyone.
As for the real blood, it was just incidental.
The old monk fell silent and waited for a while before he slowly turned around.
"Li Rong...Fentian Military Headquarters?"
This is an old man with a face like dead wood and wrinkles like dense cracks.
With a dazzling glance, people can't help but wonder whether the wrinkles on his face are creases or wounds.
Li Rong and Wei He quickly saluted them respectfully.
Buddhism etiquette, just bow, put your hands together.
"I remember you..." Jingxu's eyes fell into memories vaguely. "Back when you were a little girl, when I was talking to your master, you were still serving tea and water... I didn't expect you to have stepped into this step now..."
Li Rong smiled bitterly, she really had to count, there was too much difference in her age.
"Host, this is the seedling chosen by the Fentian Army."
She quickly pushed Wei He out.
Wei He saluted solemnly and stepped forward.
"Junior Wang Xuan, I have seen Jingxu host."
Jingxu glanced at him.
"If you want to take away the strange treasure, you can, but you need to prove that you have the value of taking the strange treasure."
"Value? What does the host mean?" Wei Heyi was stunned, unexpectedly such a scene would appear.
"Different treasures are condensed by the aura of heaven and earth, so naturally they can't be handed over so hastily." Jingxu said lightly.
"So, how does the host think that the younger generation should prove it?" Wei He narrowed his eyes.
"It's very simple. In the temple, there is an ancient bell that cannot be ringed all year round.
Because of its special material, if you can ring it, you can take the two kinds of real blood treasures I have here for the first time. "Jingxu seems to be prepared.
Li Rong and Wei He were all stunned.
Jingxu didn't care too much, stood up, took the two towards the back of the Buddha statue, came out from the back door, and the three quickly came to a courtyard.
The courtyard is small, but there is a huge bronze clock in the middle.
Zhongyue is four meters high and two meters wide. It is carved with many stories of Buddhas helping sentient beings and various monks showing their supernatural powers.
Jingxu presided over and stood in front of Gu Zhong.
"Knock it." He briefly patted Gu Zhong, then turned and left.
"When does it ring, when will I give you the first treasure, if it doesn't ring, it will only become the end."
Li Rong's face was a little ugly, UU read www.uukanshu.com, but the things are in the hands of others, and she can't do anything about it.
Wei He can only look aside.
Wei He took a step forward, put his hand on the ancient clock, and touched the material. Then he tapped his fingers lightly.
There is no sound.
The material of this ancient clock does not seem to be metal, but rather a sound similar to a tough version of rubber.
If you want to ring the big bell with this kind of material... it is not so difficult.
Now that all came, Wei He patiently fell silent, studying how to ring this ancient gum bell.
Bang.
He slapped the ancient bell directly with a palm, but the sound was there, but it was not loud enough at all, and it was not a bell.
The two kept studying until it was dark outside, and they still had no clue. So he also found a place in the temple and rested cross-legged.