However, even so, everything still has to be done carefully, as Ning Yan said, if the clues are revealed, things will become more complicated.

When I arrived at the outer hall, it was already crowded with people, whether it was a dignitary or a common person, they all looked like believers here, worshipping sincerely at the feet of the immortals.

Fang Ling looked at everyone lightly: "No matter what your status is, all living beings will always be unable to escape the pain of birth, old age, sickness and death." ”

Song Ying'er said: "Young master, what you said is too serious, isn't it because there is birth, old age, sickness and death that is considered a person? Otherwise, that is the real great immortal." ”

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but worry: "Your Highness, do you really want to contact that great immortal? If he discovers your identity, what should you do? The king of Yizhou worships him as a god, then the great immortal must have immortal methods." ”

"Immortal Law?" Fang Ling sneered and said, "That's just an impostor, if it's really a great immortal, I may really have to think about it carefully." ”

"Imposter?" Song Ying'er was taken aback.

Fang Ling smiled, and didn't say much, after all, this matter involved magic weapons, if it was explained, this girl didn't know how many questions she would ask, or she would be worried about herself, so she simply didn't say anything.

Song Ying'er saw that he didn't say anything, but thought that the great immortal was really just an ordinary person, and couldn't help but feel that it was a false alarm, and suddenly felt in a good mood, and said: "Your Highness, since we have all come to the Taoist temple, why don't we also worship the immortal and make a wish?"

Fang Ling was slightly stunned, and saw that Song Ying'er had already walked towards the front of the hall, so he had to follow, bought a few incense candles, Song Ying'er took three, and knelt on the futon in front of the hall very reverently, closing his eyes and not knowing what he was praying for.

Fang Ling stood to the side with his hands tied, his eyes fell on the clay sculptures of these Taoist patriarchs, and he had no intention of kneeling down at all, if the immortal Buddha was really Pudu sentient beings, how could there be so many suffering people in the world? If it was really the immortal Buddha with a spirit, then how could he and his mother stay in the cold palace for sixteen years?

Therefore, he has believed in a sentence since he was a child, everything has to rely on himself, if he hopes for the immortal Buddha, wouldn't it be a big joke?

What's more, he now knows better that cultivators are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the world, and it is probably rare to occasionally show compassion, and in the final analysis, this prayer for blessing is just a mortal's self-comfort.

Song Ying'er is stunning, kneeling in front of the hall like this, suddenly a lot of young masters and sons surrounded her left and right, you pushed me to grab a few futons around her, maybe because it was not easy to do it in the Taoist temple, everyone was fighting for a red face and thick neck, and they didn't let each other.

Fang Ling couldn't help laughing, and after Song Ying'er finished worshipping, he picked up the stick holder on the side and shook it a few times, then picked up a stick on the ground, glanced at it, turned back to Fang Ling and smiled: "Hey, sign it!"

Only then did the sons realize that this stunning woman was not alone, and there was a handsome young man beside him, and they were immediately jealous and envious.

The Taoist who unsigned for Song Ying'er was the old Taoist priest who was said to be quite effective in the Taoist temple, he was full of white hair, he was in his seventies, but he was in good spirits, his eyes were deep, and he looked quite a bit Taoist.