Jiang Cheng's mind suddenly conjured up Daoist Lingxiao's face. In the final moments of the previous night, Daoist Lingxiao had warned them not to enter the Scripture Library before daybreak.
If Daoist Lingxiao really had a problem, then the Scripture Library was now the most critical place of all.
They had already seen the bodies of Song Tianming and the others, so there was no point in going to the side courtyard. The group made an excuse about having lost interest and headed back. Perhaps they wanted to leave a good impression on Jiang Cheng and his companions, or make up for the Fatty's poor impression of Qingfeng Temple. Either way, Xuányì grew even more enthusiastic on the way back and began telling them about the temple's history.
According to him, Qingfeng Temple was an ancient temple with a history of three hundred years. True Person Bixu, who had founded it, had been an extraordinary figure. His learning spanned the ages, but even more remarkable were his abilities. Armed with the Green Rainbow Sword and a white jade horsetail whisk, he had charged alone into a demon lair and slain the seven great fiends of the demonic sect. With his own strength, he had forcibly delivered more than a hundred stubborn disciples of the demonic sect from death. He had even kept the entire region of Yongzhou free from evil spirits for sixty years.
Then Xuányì shifted the topic to his master, Daoist Lingxiao. In his telling, Daoist Lingxiao was a celestial being no less remarkable than True Person Bixu. He had slain great demons, eradicated evil spirits, fought demons to uphold the Way, and championed justice. He was renowned as a hero throughout the martial world, and illustrious figures from every quarter had come to seek his company. Unfortunately,