novelweb Chapter 207: The Melon of the Xuanzong Patriarch
Chapter 207: The Melon of the Xuanzong Patriarch
"Okay, it turns out it's the Hongmen Banquet. I asked you why he suddenly invited us to Xuanmen and held a swearing-in ceremony for a lecture. He wanted to use us as spearmen for a long time!"
"Bah, what kind of bullshit Xuanmen leader can only use these vain things. He is really a villain and cannot be put on the stage."
……
Listening to the increasingly fierce crusade around him, Rakshasa held the wine glass with a livid face, barely able to maintain the pretense of dignity.
He didn't expect that his plan would be exposed first.
Originally, after they had had enough wine and food, as long as they sugarcoated it a little and found a way to talk about it, these idiots would be obedient and act together, putting pressure on the museum with their numbers.
But now it’s no longer possible…
Thinking of this, he gritted his back teeth, his heart skipped a beat, and he also said loudly: "Everyone, listen to me, this is indeed true, but Xuanmen wants the golden bowl for a reason."
Hearing this, everyone turned their attention to him, waiting for his further explanation.
Rakshasa simply put down his wine glass, walked to the open space at the front, cupped his hands and said, "To be honest, Xuanmen has only heard about the Golden Bowl recently. This Golden Bowl was the burial structure of the eighteen Arhats who died thousands of years ago to guard against floods in the Yellow River. Its divine power and Xuanmen lineage are of vital importance, so after learning that the golden bowl was accidentally discovered and donated to the museum, I wanted to find you to collaborate on something big."
"No matter how awesome the Golden Bowl is, it will be useful to your Imperial Capital Xuanmen, but it will be useless to us. Why should we compete with the official people?" There was an immediate protest from the crowd.
Rakshasa had already expected it, so he smiled slightly and nodded and said: "Please be patient and calm down. The reason why I came to you must be that this golden bowl is also good for you. Because according to legend, this golden bowl... can help people open their minds and reach heaven. Listen, discern all things, and judge between life and death.”
The last sentence was deliberately prolonged, but it was like a magical spell that fascinated everyone present.
At that moment, some people couldn't help but salivate, "Is there really such a god? He can reach heaven to listen and decide life and death. Doesn't this make him the old patriarch of Xuanzong?"
"That's right." Rakshasa nodded and said, "Perhaps Xuanzong is so powerful because of the secret treasure. If you get the golden bowl, you may not be even more powerful than that one."
What he said was so conclusive that it seemed to be true, making everyone in the venue completely unable to sit still.
Only Xie Chenan's eyes darkened and he couldn't understand anything, "Is the patriarch of Xuanzong very powerful?"
Hearing this, the people at the same table looked at him in surprise, "My little brother is so well-informed, but he doesn't even know about the deeds of Xuanzong. That Xuanmen genius is a rare one in a thousand years. He has been using the divine intelligence since he was three years old. He was able to drive away hundreds of ghosts and disasters, and ascended to the position of clan leader at the age of ten. In the following twenty years, Xuanzong firmly occupied the top spot in the ancient martial arts world. He was also a legendary figure that was rarely seen even by heads of state from all over the world. What a pity. A few months ago, he unfortunately exploded and died while trying to quell the chaos in the ancient martial arts world. The world has lost a unique talent."
After listening to the popular science, Xie Chenan suddenly realized the high status of Xuanzong. He turned his head and whispered to the girl next to him, "My third uncle secretly told me that my eldest brother has entered Xuanzong. I don't know why he looked like he was laughing so hard. Now I finally understand."
Besides, he used to hate studying the most and he thought very highly of himself, so he didn't pay much attention to what his third uncle Xie Fu said about the ancient martial arts world.
Now I know that the world is really full of geniuses.
The young people all admired Qiang. The more they listened, the more curious they became about the patriarch of Xuanzong, so they quickly joined the discussion.
"Why did you just call the old patriarch, isn't he in his early 30s?"
"Hey, in fact, it is said that no one has seen his face, and because he mastered the five ghost transporting technique when he was ten years old, he saved an entire village of villagers. The technique was too weird and bizarre, so someone made a bold move Guess - in fact, the reincarnation carried the memory of the previous life, so he looked like an adult when he was born, and his mastery of skills also accelerated his aging, so he has been in seclusion and dare not show his face. "
"That sounds reasonable..."
"This is already a generally accepted secret. Now that the person has passed away, calling him the old patriarch is even more respectful and worshipful to us."
Xie Chenan took a mouthful of melon, and was still sighing when he exited, "He is indeed a respected senior, his popularity is extraordinary."
Ye Lan, who was standing nearby: "..."
She looked at the group of people who had just been called 'Old Patriarch', the oldest of whom was nearly 80 years old, and couldn't help but fall into silence.
Soon, after everyone discussed it, the money and silk moved people's hearts, and everyone decided to act together with Rakshasa.
"Director Luo, we have agreed that once the golden bowl is obtained, we will all use it together. You, the Xuanmen of the Imperial Capital, cannot monopolize it." Someone was vaccinated in advance.
"That's natural." Rakshasa agreed happily, and then discussed tomorrow's plan with everyone.
Xie Chenan secretly asked Ye Lan, "Is he really so kind to share the golden bowl?"
Hearing this, Ye Lan's eyebrows moved, and he slowly picked up another piece of food and said, "Dead people don't need anything."
And if enough people died and were miserable enough, no one would dare to compete with the Imperial Capital Xuanmen.
Xie Chenan was stunned for a moment when he heard the answer, and then he was covered in white sweat, and even his voice was slightly unsteady, "Then how are we going to act with Xuanmen?"
He also saw the girl's intention to come this time, but there were so many people in the swearing-in ceremony, and Rakshasa had to make close friends when choosing someone. The origin of the two of them was unknown, so how did they get into the team.
Regarding this, Ye Lan said calmly and without any worry: "He will find us by himself."
Sure enough, after discussing tomorrow's actions and the doormen began to lead everyone to their respective rooms to rest, Rakshasa, who was supposed to leave, suddenly walked up to Xie Chenan.
"Little brother, please stay." He stretched out his hand to block the young man's way. Seeing that the latter became wary and frightened, he waved his hand and explained: "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean any harm. I just want to ask you how you knew I was going to the museum tomorrow. Something?"
This matter was only discussed secretly, and only a handful of people could receive the news, and none of them were simple forces.
Xie Chenan took two steps back and hesitated with a little fear, "I heard the elders in the family talk about it."
elder?
"May I ask where you live, and who are the surnames of the elders in your family?" Rakshasa couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he kept asking. Seeing that the young man wanted to escape, he couldn't help but reach out and grab his arm.
At this moment, a mutation arose.
A burst of flame suddenly burst out from the young man's arm and burned directly towards Rakshasa.
Rakshasa was startled and hurriedly let go of his hand. Seeing that the flame in his palm was still not extinguished, his expression suddenly changed, "Samadhi True Fire!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took off the beads hanging in front of him and cast a spell to cover his palms, and then barely extinguished the real fire.
Seeing that one of the eighteen prayer beads left behind by the master was destroyed in the blink of an eye, Rakshasa was both distressed and happy.
"Hey, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Xie Chenan extinguished the flames on his arm and said with a guilty look on his face: "I haven't mastered my practice yet, and I can't control fire when I'm anxious. I really didn't mean it just now. .”