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The Eight Hundred Sects in Tiandong are located in the center of the Twelve Star River. In front of the temple where countless disciples of the 800 sects worship, nearly a thousand sect leaders of eight hundred sects have been knelt on their knees.

At the forefront of the crowd are dozens of personal disciples of the twelve stars of the Sutra, headed by Liancheng Jue in Tiandong.

The lord of the Twelve Stars River, except for the Qiao brothers and sisters imprisoned in the Tongquetai of the academy, all stood in the temple with the twelve stars and ten figures.

The Tiandong Temple, which has stood for countless years, enshrines the only saint who created Tiandong himself. The saint once used the thunder beast as his mount to settle down in Tiandong's beautiful land. After receiving the twelve stars of the Sutra Heaven as his disciple, he turned into a statue of gods.

Being offered in the temple.

It's been a matter of no time yet.

A year ago, the riot Wuxiang Dao Sect entered Tiandong at snowy night and shocked Eight hundred sects.

This statue of god that had not awakened for thousands of years opened its eyes for the first time, and then the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong ushered in a year of isolation from the world.

Until the day when Jiange Qingmei was brewing wine, Wuxiang Dao Sect took a knife from thousands of miles away.

The Buddha lotus world that seals the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong is less weight than the butcher's knife, and it is like losing souls. The endless mountain weight of the Buddha Realm can no longer imprison the Eight Hundred Sects.

The statue of the god who was injured in a battle with the Dao Sect a year ago awakened again!

The statue of the god in the temple opened his eyes.

The twelve stars in the temple, Jingtian smiled in awe and bowed together.

The day before yesterday, the disciples of the three generations of the East and more than a thousand sect leaders of all sizes kowtowed like a tide.

This tide like a torrent instantly swept through countless mountains and rivers and sects, and the entire Tiandong suddenly heard a shocking congratulation sound.

"Welcome to the Holy Lord!"

...

The fate of Tao disperses and the soul returns, and flowers fall all over the mountain to worship Bodhi.

When the statue of the God of Tiandong woke up again, the remaining flowers in the academy were flying all over the sky.

Wherever the flowers fall, there are no longer any loud sounds of books, and no longer young figures.

Wherever the flowers fall, the eyes are covered with white white.

The entire Bodhi Mountain is covered with white silks decorated with delicacies, and the huge academy is clean and quiet.

The sad wind gently blew on his cheeks, and then swept across the academy, as if he didn't want to disturb the sleeping Daozong.

Through the plain white and solemn and heavy six-character gate of the outer courtyard and the mirror platform of the inner courtyard, along the way, besides the blue-clothed teachers wearing mourning clothes and elegant and magnificent buildings, they have always been full of vitality.

There was never a figure seen in the academy.

Because no matter the new and old students in the inner and outer courtyards, or the Qingyi teachers, they are wearing mourning clothes and facing Wangqingchuan kneel in this purple bamboo forest.

The scene in front of him made Yu Zhongtang very puzzled.

She thought that the sage of Wuxiang Daozong died and carried the academy to mourn and mourn her. Although it was reasonable, it would not have been a scene, right? What she saw and felt along the way was as solemn as if she was in the palace and saw the emperor's death.

The rainy Tang in a black dress walked through the crowd, looking particularly dazzling. Fortunately, his wife, who is the first young master of Jiang Manlou, has not passed the door but has become a fact, and has seen many scenes since childhood, even the Zizhulin

All the eyes in it fell on him with strangeness, and Yu Zhongtang also looked calm.

The green teacher wearing mourning clothes carried the bamboo raft and carried the visiting rain Tang into the snow-white glacier of Forgetful Love in the world.

There are dozens of six-character masters in the small courtyard of the Glacier, several Qingyi teachers in charge of various things in the academy, representatives of new and old students, Dean Zhuang, and Jiang Manlou.

After meeting the teachers one by one with the younger generation, the exquisite Yu Zhongtang began to realize that things seemed far more complicated and difficult than they thought!

"Have you brought it?" Jiang Manlou, who was no longer dressed in gorgeous clothes and dressed in white mourning clothes, looked at Yu Zhongtang with a rare serious look in his eyes.

"Yeah." Yu Zhongtang nodded gentlely.

"No one?" Jiang Manlou asked again.

"Three thousand big red sacks are the same as when you first entered school, but there are a lot of them." Yu Zhongtang said softly.

"All have moved into the city?"

"Yes. Please help my aunt, no one found their traces."

The door of the room where the body of the Wuxiang Dao Sect was placed was slowly opened.

Luo Changfeng, who was filial to the teacher, helped the blind senior brother walk out.

After a few brief explanations to him, Dean Zhuang brought nearly a hundred figures to Jiang Manlou Yuzhongtang and others out of the Forgetful River.

There is a high platform in the purple bamboo forest.

When the freshman entered the six-character sect, Yan Nanfei stood on this high platform and pointed at Luo Changfeng.

President Zhuang climbed to the high platform.

Nearly 20,000 teachers and students of the academy gathered in the purple bamboo forest and sat cross-legged around the high platform. Jiang Manlou and Yu Zhongtang belonged to the extremely special two people. They stood silently beside the purple bamboo and listened to the dean's teaching.

Dean Zhuang, standing with his hands behind his back, looked at the young and tender faces, and his mind was always lingering at the grand appearance of the past academy.

He sighed helplessly.

The purple bamboo forest is full of his students. Whether he preaches and solves doubts, he knows everything and speaks everything.

Now, he will not hide anything.

"This time the academy is doomed!"

Dean Zhuang Daoxuanzhuang, who was respected as the first person in the realm of the Transformation under the guidance of the gods, spoke up and said that the academy was doomed!

It was a tone full of endless bleakness and helplessness.

That tone tells all the teachers and students of the academy that the academy will usher in a disaster, a disaster that even Dean Zhuang, the first person in the realm of the transformation of the catastrophe, cannot be resolved!

As expected, dozens of veteran Taoists looked very calm. However, those Qingyi teachers, who were only thirty or forty years, and tens of thousands of new and old students in the academy were all clamoring.

"The academy is robbing?"

"Impossible?"

"Even if the Lord Dao Sect dies, my academy will be protected by the ancestors. Who dares to violate the Taoist holy land in this world?"

"That's it. Take a step back ten thousand steps, the academy has been around for thousands of years. In today's world, whether it is the Emperor Alliance, Kunlun Jiange, whether it is the Eight Hundred Sects in Tiandong, or the Seven Provinces and the Dayan Empire, even if it is far away.

In the demon clans in Jueyun Ridge in Tiannan, all of them had disciples who entered our academy to practice and study. Wouldn’t it be a big mistake to break into the academy?"

“…”

Many discussions sounded in my ears.

For most academy students, they will not easily believe what President Zhuang said that the academy will be robbed.

After all, the Thousand Years Academy is a holy place for Taoist sects.

The three thousand Bodhi trees have nurtured many Bodhi children over the years, and the academy has taught many famous students who have spread throughout the world.

There are no different teachings in academies, and no one will refuse to come.

How can you make enemies?

Who will make enemies with?

But looking at the serious expression of President Zhuang and the silence of the Taoist masters, even the arrogant and arrogant young master of the Jiang family was surprisingly silently standing by. More and more students and Qingyi teachers were

, I began to shake a little bit.

There are less and less talk in the purple bamboo forest.

The atmosphere around is getting more and more solemn.

Until the end, everyone closed their mouths and their hearts began to be invaded by inexplicable worry and fear.

Because they began to believe that the academy was really doomed this time!

The old students of the academy, Ying Tian and Yi Hongzhuang, looked at each other. The two looked at Yan Xi, Xingzhe, Xiao Lingtong and other brothers not far away. The old students' eyes revealed solemnity, as if they had guessed something

A possibility.

After the Zizhu Forest returned to silence, Dean Zhuang's voice spread again.

"Today, Zhuang summoned all teachers and students as the dean of Bodhi Academy to announce something."

Jiang Manlou, who leaned against Zizhu with his arms in his arms, looked sideways.

Dozens of experienced Taoists who devoted their entire lives to the academy were slightly moved.

Countless Qingyi teachers and students from the inner and outer schools under the platform were watching, holding their breath and concentrating.

"From today, in order to avoid disaster, the academy will seal off the Liuzi Tao and dismiss all teachers and students!"