The front courtyard of the King of Ji's mansion.

  At this moment, a rather strange situation is presented.

  Apart from the servants and slaves, there were dozens of figures standing in the courtyard, although they were of different ages, they were all dressed in luxurious clothes, each with a unique appearance.

  But without exception, they were all girls.

  Although he had heard that there were dozens of princesses in the Ji Wang Fu, Jiang Chengyun still felt astonished when he saw it with his own eyes.

  Unless King Ji has a physical defect, it is impossible for him to have only one son, Jinjiang Shizi.

  I'm afraid the others are either dead or secretly sent away... The real master of this magnificent palace is still the gentle-looking queen in front of us.

  The princess of Zhi slightly swept her gaze over the crowd and cleared her throat.

  The next moment, these county masters quickly made way, revealing the slender figure in the middle.

  The young man had a pale and delicate complexion, wearing a dark green silk long shirt, looking somewhat ill.

  "Jiang, this is the martial arts master that your mother personally went to Qingzhou to invite back for you. It's none other than the renowned Mr. Jiang. Why don't you come and pay your respects?"

  The princess of Zhi seemed to be somewhat nervous, but after seeing that the servants and the county master's daughter did not dare to look directly at the figure in black clothes, this nervous mood was alleviated a lot.

  This is already the most suitable girl she can find for the description of "ethereal and elegant".

  Jiang Qiulan's delicate face was without powder or makeup, and her body had no adornments, wearing only a simple and clean black dress, yet she stood casually in the courtyard, easily captivating everyone's attention.

  The gentle young man silently raised his eyes and looked over, hesitated for a moment, and finally took a step forward.

  Seeing this, King Ji's consort finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  "Miss Jiang." Prince Jinjiang walked over and slightly bowed his head in greeting.

  "The prince doesn't need to be so polite." Jiang Qiulan shook her head.

  "This child looks shy, just not familiar yet, it will be better when the relationship is closer." King Ji's consort squeezed out a smile again.

  Not far away, the silver bells at their waists slightly trembled and quietly transmitted information.

  "How can I feel more and more wrong, this is where I want to ask Mr. Jiang for advice on martial arts, but it's actually..." Jiang Chengyun's eyebrows were tightly locked.

  "Uh-huh."

  "You've noticed it too?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "You didn't even react at all, Elder Jiang is my Qingzhou..."

  "I just want to get my Condensed Dan technique as soon as possible."

  Shen Yi's expression was calm, and he just wanted to know when this group of people would finish chatting.

  As for other things, he really has no interest.

  It's simple logic. If Jiang Qiulian doesn't want to, who in Qingzhou can force her? Since the other party has come, what business is it of others to intervene?

  Just as Shen Yi was feeling a bit bored and could only stand still in a daze.

  Jiang Shizi suddenly clenched his fists and cast a glance in this direction.

  The young man's face was cold and stern, his crimson cloak fluttering slightly in the wind. His expression was calm and unruffled, gazing quietly into the distance.

  "May I ask General..."

  Chen Jijiang bowed again and said halfway through, "I, I am Chen Jijiang. May I ask the general's surname and full name?"

  Before the words had fallen, Princess Ji Wang suddenly remembered Shen Yi's existence. Her eyes twitched slightly and she took a step forward, smiling: "This is General Shen of Qingzhou. There are still important matters to attend to at the Wu Temple, so don't bother him anymore."

  Finally waited for so long, finally got this sentence.

  Shen Yi bowed slightly and clasped his fists together, saying calmly and neither humbly nor arrogantly: "I have urgent business to attend to, I hope Your Highness will excuse me."

  "Official business is urgent, General Shen, please excuse yourself." The Princess of Ji nodded understandingly.

  Shen Yi turned around and walked out of the Wang Fu, Jiang Chengyun worried about Elder Jiang, taking three steps back before being pulled away by Shen Yi.

  “……”

  Jiang Qiulan silently watched as the two figures walked away, her pale hand hidden in her sleeve clenched slightly.

  ……

  Leave Ji Wang Fu.

  Jiang Chengyun gritted his teeth: "General... how could General do such a thing!"

  "This is Qingzhou's most valuable sword, not used for killing demons, but for forming alliances through marriage?"

  Damn it! Hasn't he lived long enough to get senile?! That damned old thing!

  Just as Shen Yi had walked far away, he hastily followed up: "General Shen, you're going in the wrong direction!"

  Shen Yi had thought that the so-called Wu Miao should be something similar to an ancestral temple.

  However, under Jiang Chengyun's leadership, he was taken all the way to the street closest to the imperial palace.

  “……”

  After seeing the true appearance of Wu Miao.

  Even though Shen Yi had seen high-rise buildings in his past life, he still felt a little surprised.

  Two thirty-odd-zhang-long treasured woods presented an amber-like semi-transparent state, as beams and pillars propped up the extremely tall hall, as if they were going to pierce through the clouds.

  The eaves of the hall are like a giant beast's spine, quietly sprawling within this imperial city.

  Shen Yi didn't think it was unbelievable that this was built, after all, even he himself could cause a mountain to collapse, in a world with such great power, there's no need to be overly surprised.

  He just doesn't quite understand what the point is of building a house so tall.

  "General Shen, I know what you're thinking."

  Jiang Chengyun seemed to have had similar doubts, he didn't say much more and led Shen Yi towards the interior of the Wu Temple.

  Compared with the luxurious exterior, the interior decoration is simple to the extreme.

  And all of this is done so that people's line of sight will be drawn to the highest platform at first glance.

  On that high platform.

  On both sides, there are six three-meter-high golden statues. Compared to the Bodhisattva Buddhas enshrined in the temple, these golden statues have different shapes and appearances, with some having fierce yaksha faces, others having animal heads and human bodies, and even one that is simply a lion-camel demon...

  Surrounded by a total of twelve golden bodies, in the middle is a six-zhang golden body, which is the angry-eyed Arhat!

  They have a huge and strange body, looking down at everything below with indifference, their faces are dark and unclear, giving people an extremely strong sense of oppression!

  Shen Yi stared blankly ahead, her mind somewhat dazed.

  It wasn't because of anything else, but under the blessing of Shan Jun's divine eye talent, he suddenly saw a virtual shadow in that six-zhang golden body.

  Is this thing alive?

  "Don't keep staring." Jiang Chengyun lowered his head and quietly reminded, "These are all the Xian cultivators of the Daqian dynasty since its establishment."

  Above the Martial Immortal is the Transcendent Divine.

  The so-called divine transformation is to condense the golden body of Dharma through the power of incense and vows, let go of the yin spirit from the flesh, merge into the Dharma body, and transform into various orthodox gods in legend.

  From now on, no longer suffer from the mortal flesh, the spirit will not perish, incense and fire will continue, then last for ten thousand years.

  "That is the greatest treasure in the possession of Da Qian Dynasty."

  "The Golden Body of an Arhat's Dharma Appearance."

  Jiang Chengyun quietly looked at the six-foot golden body in the middle again.

  It is precisely because of the existence of this old ancestor that Daqian Dynasty can hold on to the current nine states.

  Everyone who steps into the martial temple will involuntarily feel a sense of reverence, as if standing in front of an immortal god, and feel insignificant.

  Mr. Shen is no exception, and it's estimated that it will take a while for him to recover.

  “……”

  Shen Yi stared at the many golden Dharmakayas, feeling a bit conflicted in her heart.

  If I could master this thing, wouldn't it be much more convenient to kill demons and devils in the future?

  (End of chapter)