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"Thank you Master for your hospitality!" Yang Di walked over to give a salute on behalf of everyone, and smiled politely.

"Please sit down with tea!" the old monk smiled and nodded.

Then everyone is no longer restrained, climbing for a few hours, indeed a little tired, after sitting down, a night of tea down, refreshed!

At the moment, the sun is shining and the mountain road is very hot, but here, it is very cool under the shade of the trees, and invisibly, there is also a refreshing and pleasant atmosphere, as if the whole person, after entering the temple, are relaxed.

Yang Di was frightened, this is by no means a natural environment, most of it is from the handwriting of masters, there are many hard rocks on Kunlun Mountain, but around this temple, it is full of vitality, ancient trees are standing in a forest, and it is lush and green.

"Master, why doesn't this temple have a plaque?" Yang Di was very curious, when he came in just now, the eaves at the gate were obviously bare, and there was not even an inscription.

And around the doorway, there are no stone monuments.

Even, after coming in, Yang Di and the others suddenly found that whether it is the main hall dedicated to the Buddha or those Zen rooms, they are extremely simple, without hanging plaques, and there is no calligraphy and painting decoration inside.

Despite this, the entire temple already exudes an ancient atmosphere, simple and natural, as if it is one with this mountain.

"It's just a nameless place, and it's not a treasure temple, so why do you need to get those virtual things?" the old monk smiled indifferently and explained.

"What about the monks in your temple, why are they missing?" Yang Di was dumbfounded, but the old monk could see it.

"There are no monks, only a few disciples of Lao Qu live here, but now except for the little apprentice of Lingxi, the other disciples have all gone down the mountain to enter the world to practice, and they will come back in winter at the earliest. The old monk told him truthfully.

Next, Yang Di and others chatted a lot with this old and young monk.

The delicate little monk was very shy and didn't like to talk much, but this old monk had no taboos and talked about everything, and even talked to Yang Di about a lot of ancient Kunlun allusions, and also expressed many of his own opinions.

The old monk said that in the legendary Kunlun Mountains, there are Wuji Taoist Temple, there are Pantheon Palaces, there are Eight Immortal Temple and Seven Zhenzu Palace, as well as the Jade Emperor Pavilion, these are not groundless, but have relevant clues, some times, those monuments have also manifested in the Kunlun Mountains, but they are full of mysterious and ancient colors, erratic, not known to the world.

Even today's monastic circles are quite puzzled by those elusive monuments, some people speculate that they are just the different phases projected by the Taoism in ancient times, and some people firmly believe that those monuments are still hidden in the Kunlun Mountains.

Yang Di felt that he had gained a lot, and he was also surprised by the casual and peaceful attitude of this old monk, it was really strange to meet such a broad-minded monk in such a hidden place.

"The donor's treasure contains pure yang in his body, and his soul power is majestic, so he should be in the Danshu, and his attainments are quite profound, and it is difficult to find in the world!" After chatting for a long time, the old monk's eyes narrowed, smiled calmly, and expressed his feelings.

"Hehe, the master is overrated, it's just some carving insect skills. Yang Di was stunned, then shook his head and said modestly.

Sure enough, he was a master, and he could see the clues in himself at a glance, Yang Di's cognition of this old monk couldn't help but go up to a new level, and he felt that the old man was in the cultivation world, and most of them were not unknown.

"Donor, would you like to have a good relationship with the old man?" said the old monk calmly.

"I don't know what the master is referring to?" Yang Di was surprised, this old monk was really prepared for their arrival.

"Lao Qu Lingkong, living in vain for more than 300 years, has not yet died, and still wants to live in the world to understand some wishes, and wants to ask the donor for a longevity golden pill. The old monk did not beat around the bush, and bluntly said that he had something to ask for.

"This ......" Yang Di's face was strange, this old monk was so frank, but the demand he put forward really made Yang Di speechless.

Yishou Dan is a superior true pill, Yang Di has taken it to the old man Xia Zhenxiong to prolong their life, and the effect is good.

However, what the old monk wanted was not this, what he wanted was the longevity golden pill.

This is a bit scary, most of the true pills can be further refined and refined to the terrifying level of the golden pill.

But as long as it is a golden pill, it must already be at the level of the Great Spirit Pill, regardless of whether he is willing to help or not, at present, Yang Di still lacks many conditions for refining the Great Spirit Pill.

First of all, the cultivation is slightly lower, and the failure rate is too high, and secondly, he lacks a strong enough tripod, at least he has to engrave the next pattern on the three-legged tripod to sublimate it in order to meet the conditions.

Also, the excipients required for the Great Spirit Pill can be replaced by the spirit base liquid, but the main ingredients must be solved!

And in Yang Di's opinion, this old monk is really free and easy, and other eminent monks are all seeing through life and death, but this old monk bluntly said that he is very afraid of death now, which is indeed a bit surprising!

"If the donor is willing to help, the old man can give the donor a lot of elixirs that are difficult to find, and in the future, when the donor returns to the earthly world, if he encounters trouble, as long as he doesn't hurt the heavens and reason, he can find the old man's disciples to help!" The old monk smiled and promised a lot of benefits.

"My master's collection of elixirs, several drawers, even gentian grass, jade snake orchid, Tianling horse chestnut flower, if you help, you will definitely not be able to suffer!" The shy little monk turned his big black eyes and interceded for his master.

"Gollum!"

Hearing the little monk's words, Yang Di couldn't help but swallow his saliva, those precious elixirs, really everything, made him drool, and he could use them to refine a lot of very powerful elixirs.

Even Ye Shenyu was secretly frightened, and he couldn't imagine that this old monk's collection was so rich, even more powerful than her, such as gentian grass and jade snake orchid, I am afraid that the world has long been extinct.

"Master, it's not a secret, if you want to refine the Yishou Golden Pill, you still don't have some heat, at least you have to wait for a while. After the excitement, Yang Di smiled bitterly and shook his head, the old monk made things very simple, to put it bluntly, it was a deal.

This made him happy to talk in detail, after all, everyone has their own needs, and they can't afford to slip away with good things.

But the problem is that at the moment, he really can't refine the Yishou Golden Pill for the time being, so he hastily agreed, and if he can't fulfill his promise at that time, he will be slapped in the face, and if he doesn't get it right, it will cause dissatisfaction with this old monk with a high level of Taoism!

"Hehe, don't be embarrassed, the old man is not right away, as long as he brings it within three years, he can accept it!" The old monk stroked his beard indifferently and smiled, looking like everything was easy to discuss.

"Okay! Then the master will take out the elixir that can be given and take a look, if Ling Zai is tempted, he can help!" Yang Di smiled, and after making his words clear, it was much easier, and there was no need to hide it.

"Lingxi, you go and pack up the high-quality elixirs in the drawer, the medicine box, and bring them over!" the old monk nodded, and then instructed the little novice to get the medicine.

"Yes, master!"

The shy and delicate little monk nodded obediently and walked towards the main hall.

"Xiaozi, you're stealing your master's elixir again!"

After a while, the little monk's angry voice came from the main hall, and when the little monk came out again, he was holding a large medicine box, and in addition, he was holding a small squirrel on his shoulder.

The little squirrel was very peculiar, its fur was all dark purple, and on its little furry head, it had a pair of big black jewel-like eyes, which were very smart, and there were crystal lines hanging from the corners of its mouth, and the smell of medicine was emanating from its nose, and it was obvious that it had just eaten something good.

"Wow!

A shy and delicate little monk has already made the girls' hearts bloom, and now suddenly a purple cute squirrel has appeared, a few crazy girls, a scream, almost drooling, and little stars in their eyes.