Chapter 5892 Hometown Dialect

Seeing the serious expression on Chen Yang's face, Tao Sixing agreed: "Brother Chen, if you want to go to heaven through the Bayin Pavilion, you really need to improve your realm first. It will take you more than ten or twenty years to advance to the heavenly master. For practitioners, it doesn’t take long.”

"Ten or twenty years..."

Chen Yang twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, "Brother Tao, I wonder when the next battle on Yunshang in Bayin Pavilion will be?"

"Four months to go."

Tao Sixing raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Don't you think you want to participate this time? In four months, you advanced from the second level Earth Master to the Heavenly Master. This is absolutely impossible."

“If you don’t try it, who knows if it will work?”

Chen Yang smiled. He calculated that he had eternal rice grains and enough star stones in his hands. If he strengthened his cultivation, it would not be completely impossible to attack the Celestial Master in four months.

Although doing so would probably cause him considerable side effects, he could only give it a try.

But in Tao Sixing's opinion, his words were nothing more than nonsense.

Tao Sixing advised: "Brother Chen, the Battle on the Clouds is held every four years. Wouldn't it be the same if you wait until next time? It is absolutely impossible in four months, but there is some hope in four years."

"Brother Tao, there is no need to worry about cultivation."

Chen Yang changed the subject, cupped his hands and said, "When I enter Bayin Pavilion, I'm counting on your recommendation, Brother Tao."

"Of course that's no problem."

Tao Sixing agreed wholeheartedly, planning to wait until Chen Yang came to Bayin Pavilion and met the geniuses in Bayin Pavilion, and then persuade Chen Yang.

In his opinion, when Chen Yang saw those talented people, he would naturally retreat.

Even if Chen Yang really advanced to the first level of Heavenly Master, it would be impossible to defeat those people in the battle on the clouds.

As for those little crabs, although they are powerful, they are still foreign objects in Tao Sixing's eyes.

The key point is that for the sake of fairness, during the battle on the clouds, puppets, demon slaves, etc. are not allowed to participate in the battle.

As a result, Chen Yang lost his trump card and became just like an ordinary person.

"Brother Tao, I have other things to deal with. Miss Tao has a good rest these days, so you can take care of her. I'll take my leave now."

After clarifying his purpose, Chen Yang resigned to Tao Sixing.

Tao Sixing thanked Chen Yang again, sent Chen Yang out of the gate of the house, and then returned to the room.

"Cough cough cough..."

Tao Yuexing coughed softly a few times, not as hurriedly as before, and his breathing became calmer.

When Tao Sixing sat down, Tao Yuexing said: "Brother, I seem to have heard of Tao Xiaotong whom Chen Engong mentioned just now."

"Have you heard of it?"

Tao Sixing looked happy and said, "It would be great if you could tell Brother Chen the information about his junior sister."

Tao Yuexing pondered: "I just vaguely remember that there is such a person, who seems to have just returned to the cloud. His identity is not simple."

"Where's the specific information?" Tao Sixing asked.

Tao Yuexing recalled it, shook his head and said: "I don't know the specific information. After all, I also got the information from other people's words. By the way, they seemed to have mentioned the head of the family."

"Could Tao Xiaotong be the daughter of the head of the family?"

Tao Sixing said in surprise.

But when the words came out, he shook his head and rejected it, saying: "Everyone knows that the head of the family only has one son and no daughter."

Tao Yuexing said: "Maybe I remembered it wrong."

"This information is of no use, so I won't tell Brother Chen."

Tao Sixing shook his head and comforted his sister: "Stop thinking so hard, take advantage of the pill and take a good rest."

…

"Junior Brother Chen, where have you been?"

Chen Yang appeared on the main road between the wind and clouds. Hou Hui and Hao Zhengrong immediately caught up with him, both of them looking anxious.

Lu Feishuang, who had surrendered to Chen Yang, followed Hou Hui and the others and bowed slightly to Chen Yang with a very respectful attitude.

Chen Yang said: "Senior Brother Hou, Senior Brother Hao, what happened, are you so anxious?"

Hou Hui said hurriedly: "The people from Songfeng Temple have arrived and are waiting for you to come and trade."

“Arrived early!”

Chen Yang's eyes lit up and he said: "Senior Brother Hou, please take me to see the monk at Songfeng Temple as soon as possible."

Several people took action immediately, passing through the avenue full of shops on both sides, and stopped in front of a narrow shop.

The shop is about two meters wide, with a closed wooden door and a blue flag hanging on the left with a pine tree painted on it.

This flag is the secret code given to Zhengxuan Sect by Songfeng Chanyuan.

Regarding the secret code for the joint, Chen Yang had already learned from Liao Shuyin. At this moment, he stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door with a special pattern. Soon a warm and deep voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Along with the sound, ripples appeared on the surface of the wooden door, which was obviously activated by a formation.

Chen Yang did not hesitate and immediately stepped forward.

The wooden door rippled, and Chen Yang's body passed directly through the wooden door and disappeared into the ripples.

Hou Hui, Hao Zhengrong, and Lu Feishang followed immediately without hesitation.

When they all passed through the wooden door, the ripples on the surface disappeared and everything returned to calm.

After Chen Yang passed through the wooden door, he entered the small shop, which was only a dozen square meters in total. There was no furnishings, no tables or chairs, and it was a bit shabby.

In the narrow room, there were two old men standing. They both had shaved heads and wore gray monk robes. They had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, giving people a sense of peace.

As for the realm of these two people, what surprised Chen Yang was that they were both Saint Masters.

As for the specific levels, the other party should have hidden his cultivation, and Chen Yang couldn't really feel it.

Before Chen Yang could say hello, the other two eminent monks put their hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, the poor monk came late and kept the donor waiting for a long time."

Chen Yang didn't listen at all to what the two eminent monks said.

Because they actually said the phrase "Amitabha" in "Chinese dialect", which shocked Chen Yang.

Although his mentality was already very calm, he was still a little distracted when he suddenly heard his hometown dialect.

He quickly calmed down, but the subtle changes in his expression were caught by the eyes of the two monks.

However, the two monks didn't say much, they just stood there quietly, giving people a gentle and friendly feeling.

At this time, Hou Hui and three others also walked in.

Chen Yang came back to his senses, bowed to the two monks from Songfeng Temple, and said seriously: "Junior Zhengxuanjiao Chen Yang, pays homage to the two seniors."

When Hou Hui and the other three saw that the other party was two holy masters, they did not dare to neglect them, and they all bowed and introduced themselves.

The monks did not think too highly of themselves. They all bowed slightly and briefly introduced themselves.

One of them is named Xuan Bao.

The other person is named Zunbao.

Although they appear to be of the same age, Zunbao is Xuanbao's nephew.

After the two parties confirmed their identities through special codes, Xuan Bao went straight to the topic and said: "Donors, I wonder if you have brought what we want?"