Forsythia hadn't been to the Taoist Buddhist Temple much before, and he didn't know much about some of the etiquette when burning incense and worshiping the Buddha, but he only felt that sincerity was spiritual, and the gods should not care about these.

Her movements were too jerky, and these old women could see at a glance that she was coming for the first time, and they pointed out quite enthusiastically, and pointed to Li Langhuan and said to her: "Your friend is standard, you learn more from her." ”

Under the worldview of "Asking", the people in the Xianmen also want to worship the Sanqing, after all, this is the foundation of all immortal cultivation.

The immortal system that circulated in the mortal world is similar to a hybrid version of the immortal gate and traditional ancient Chinese mythological figures.

Li Langhuan grew up in the Duxiao Palace, Ling Shouyi has strict rules, every morning and evening class, and the actions when worshipping incense are naturally standard.

Facing the praise of the old women, Li Langhuan smiled generously: "The family believes this, and they understand a little bit by hearing and seeing." ”

Xia Lianqiao and Li Langhuan exchanged glances.

Forsythia immediately bent his eyebrows, climbed along the pole, and followed the old women who were sitting nearby to rest, asking nothing more than innocuous little questions.

For example, what is the most spiritual thing to ask for here? Who is the Viewer? Can you help with a fortune telling or something?

One of the old women said that her surname was Zou.

After climbing the mountain road for more than ten miles, the old man's legs and feet were inconvenient, and he smiled while rubbing his legs, "If you want to say that this mystical view is the most spiritual." ”

"That mother-in-law is also here to ask for a son?" Forsythia moved in his heart and asked.

"No, I begged for my daughter-in-law."

Just as Forsythia guessed, the elderly people are more or less verbose, and the Zou woman in front of him is no exception.

Basically, as long as she said one sentence, the old women were enthusiastic and said more than a dozen words.

The vast majority of them either came to ask for a son for their daughter or for their daughter-in-law.

"If you want me to say that this Qian Guan Master also has real skills, hey, the daughter-in-law of the old Zhang family has never given birth, she asked Qian Guan Master for a pair of medicine some time ago, guess what?"

Old women, you say a word, I say a word, gossiping, "I'll be pregnant when I go back!" ”

"After ten months, I gave birth to a big fat boy," Zou Pozi gestured and said with a smile, "It's a pity that I'm old, otherwise I would kowtow, and I also asked Lord Qian Guan to keep me here to practice." ”

The old women all laughed.

The more Xia Lianqiao listened, the more surprised he became: "This mystical view is still accepting apprentices?" ”

Mrs. Zou: "Accept it, why don't you accept it?" It's just that the rules are too strict. ”

Li Langhuan was interested: "What rules?" ”

"This Qian Guan Lord said that filial piety and kinship should be the most important thing in life, and those who cultivate the Tao should abandon the shackles of earthly fate, doesn't it make people's families fall apart?" One of them, an old woman who seemed to have read a book, laughed.

Therefore, this metaphysical view accepts disciples, not those who have six relatives, but only the orphan and prodigal son. If there are relatives and friends in the family and you really want to come to learn the arts, you need to show your family and get the consent of your parents before you can cut off the dust and enter the meditation to practice. ”

Li Langhuan frowned slightly when she heard this.

The rules set by the black boss seem to be appropriate, but if you think about it a little deeply, you can detect the weirdness in it.

Without relatives and friends, and entering this mystical view alone, wouldn't anyone know if they were mermaids? If you can get in the middle of it, it would be a good direction to investigate.

After chatting with Mrs. Zou and a few others, Xia Lianqiao said goodbye to these old women and walked to Li Langhuan's side, "There must be something wrong with the way this black boss accepts apprentices, but I don't know if I can find a way to mix in with these outer disciples." ”

Li Langhuan thought for a while, "I don't know if Hu Daoyou has a way, we might as well ask." ”

Just do it, the two of them immediately went out of the Xuanzhiguan, found a hidden place and sent a flying sword to Hu Yujiao.

After making sure that it was safe, I stepped into the temple again and walked around.

No matter which hall is full of incense, it is full of pure energy, and there is no demonic energy.

After this circle, Forsythia was thoughtful, and always felt as if something was about to come out of his head, but it was ethereal and elusive.

He sat in front of the steps in a daze for a while.

I don't know how long it took, but her brain had a flash of inspiration, and those remaining memories were finally strung together at this moment!

She stood up.

She remembered the story!

Xiaohan Mountain, Zhengyang Sword Sect.

It is different from the vast majority of immortal cultivation sects in this world.

The Zhengyang Sword Sect, which enjoys a great reputation in the mortal world, and is listed as one of the three major sects of Kyushu along with the Yuxiao Sect and the Fengtian Sect, is not only not in the blessed land of the four seasons like spring and the fragrance of birds and flowers, but in this perennial snow, the wind is like a knife in the bitter cold land of the extreme north.

At this time, the north wind is howling, the sky and the earth are plain, and the eyes are full of whiteness.

In Xiaohan Mountain, the 10,000-jin bronze bell struck three times, and the bell rang through the valley, shaking the snow on the branches.

Under the wind of the big cedar, there is a young man with picturesque eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and a feather coat and a crown, slowly wading through the snow.

The disciples of the Zhengyang Sword Sect who were passing by showed surprise when they saw the comer.

"Senior brother?"

"Senior Brother Ling is back?"

Ling Shouyi's eyes are like paint, indifferent and elegant.

With a slight bow, his face was expressionless, and he walked towards Songxue Peak without squinting.

The peak master of Songxue Peak, Liu Huaiyong, the elder of Xiaohan Mountain, was sitting on the futon meditating at this time, and he was touched by the inspiration from afar, and at the same time that Ling Shouyi entered, Liu Huaiyong opened his eyes and looked at his favorite disciple with a smile.

Ling Shouyi stepped forward quickly, bowed and saluted, and said in a deep voice, "The disciple has worshiped the master. ”

Liu Huaiyong smiled, "Huh? Coming back? ”

"But have you got all the Ning Dan materials?"

Ling Shouyi lowered his eyes: "The disciple is fortunate not to be dishonored. ”

Liu Huaiyong lightly twisted his long beard and smiled with satisfaction, "I know that you kid will be able to do it, even so, I won't delay you, you turn around and hug the remnant peak to prepare for the Ning Dan matter, I still have some affairs to deal with here, and later, I will rush to hug the remnant peak to support you." ”

If the merits stand out among the disciples of the same generation, the best ones will have the opportunity to be given by the sect and occupy a mountain.

As early as three years ago, the Zhengyang Sword Sect specially gave Ling Shouyi a cave mansion, and Ling Shouyi took it as "Holding the Remnant Peak", with the meaning of "Holding the Remnant and Guarding the Defect", in the name of "Shouyi", he was vigilant that he must cultivate with an open mind, and the Dao heart is lonely.

Ling Shouyi frowned slightly.

Liu Huaiyong: "Huh? You still seem to have something to say? ”

Ling Shouyi paused before he spoke, "The disciple has traveled all the way from Xiaoxiang Daze, and he saw that the demons were ......in trouble, and he told all the things about the black boss."

"Do you mean that you still have a few fellow Daoists left in Xiaoxiang Daze?" Liu Huaiyong groaned.

There was a faint burst of enthusiasm on his waist, Ling Shouyi leaned over and bowed, and whispered, "Disciple Ning Dan can't pull away these days, so I implore the master to send his subordinates to Xiaoxiang Daze to investigate." ”

Liu Huaiyong glanced at the young man in front of him who was always as cold as ice and refused to bow his head easily, "Huh? You begged me for them? It's rare. ”

Ling Shouyi was unmoved, word by word, his tone was light, and he said straightforwardly, "It's just business." ”

Liu Huaiyong: "It's just business. ”

Ling Shouyi raised his eyebrows puzzled: "Master? ”

Liu Huaiyong: "Xuanzhiguan is located in Yongzhou, Yongzhou is under the rule of Fengtianzong, according to what you said, this black bear spirit is in Yun and Yongzhou, and Fengtianzong can't ignore it." ”

Ling Shouyi heard that there was something else he didn't understand here, Fengtian Sect pretended to be deaf and dumb, and the Zhengyang Sword Sect was not good at acting on his behalf.

It was his personal will to catch demons with Xia Lianqiao and others, but if the Zhengyang Sect sent disciples, it would inevitably be suspected of stretching his hand too long.

In this world, eliminating evil is business, and chivalry is human affection, slaying demons and demons, and fighting swords in the world, but it is the best expectation described in the book, and there are many cold bystanders, and people's livelihood is tormented.

What else does he not understand, from the immortal gate to the mortal world, without exception. He can understand, he can be false and wronged, he can turn around and discuss, but he can't go with it.

Ling Shouyi bowed again, straightened up, and calmly stated: "Xiaoxiang Daze is located at the junction of Yun and Yong Prefectures, and it is not under the rule of Fengtianzong. ”

Liu Huaiyong twisted his long beard and looked at the young man's thin figure: "I understand what you mean, I will consider this matter, and you can go back to hug the remnant peak." ”

Ling Shouyi lowered his eyes and said yes, one last bow, and then stepped out of the main hall of Songxue Peak.

The stone steps that have snowed are slippery and difficult to walk, the snow is deep, Ling Shouyi wades through the snow, the black hair is like ink, the pine wind is full of sleeves, the red plum blossoms along the way, the wind is tight and the snow is urgent, and the plum blossoms are falling.

He has been very powerful in Xiaohan Mountain, and many disciples saluted him.

"Senior brother."

"Senior Brother Ling."

Of course, there were also disciples of the Zhengyang Sword Sect who noticed the strangeness, and when Ling Shouyi walked by, his face was surprised, and he whispered.

"Senior brother, what injuries did you suffer from this outing?"

"Huh? How so? ”

"Senior Brother Ling's face is frighteningly white."

Back at Baoyan Peak, Ling Shouyi pushed open the door of the quiet room, and Fang sat down on the futon and opened the hem of his robe.

There should have been a bright peony blooming on the thin side waist, but at this time it was wrapped in layers of white gauze, and there were faint bright red blood stains leaking out of the gauze.

Ling Shouyi frowned and glanced at it, feeling that his heart was shaking, and he forcibly withdrew his gaze and didn't think about it anymore.

Concentrate on closing his eyes and begin to prepare for the Ning Dan.

Chapter 55

For monks, it is not to be taken lightly, and even very dangerous, if you are not careful, you will not be able to get along with the immortal road.

After Liu Huaiyong finished handling the official business at hand, he rushed to Baojian Peak non-stop to protect Ling Shouyi.

Before stepping into the remnant peak, the sky appeared a vision.

The clouds at the summit converged, the flowing clouds roared, and the wind and snow rolled up a huge whirlpool.

Shun is mortal, reverse is immortal, the monk is against the sky, and when the disciples of the Zhengyang Sword Sect who passed by saw this scene, they knew that there was a senior brother rushing through the pass.

However, in the quiet room, Ling Shouyi, who caused the root of this vision, was very calm, unlike the true mortal immortal cultivator, his body had already passed the Jindan stage.

Today is his second condensation.

Ling Shouyi's breathing was steady, faint, and he looked inwardly at the dantian, and saw that the meridians around his body were flowing downward, merging into the lower dantian, and in an instant, the colorful light in the dantian danced wildly, and the essence returned to the source, forming a colorful, dewdrop-sized air mass.

Ling Shouyi was not in a hurry, he looked at the dantian again and again, and the essence returned to its source, causing the small air mass to gradually condense into a fist-sized mass of atmosphere.

At the same time, pranayama and concentrating, God holds the qi, the mind is tied to the breath, the meridians of the whole body are circulated, the mud pill is up, and the dantian is returned.