"Do you know why my Songhe Xianmen was renamed Songhe Temple?" Wu Laodao seemed to be reminiscing, his face showed sadness, Qi Changzheng and the two did not know the reason, Wu Laodao did not look at the two, and his tone became lonely:

"Tiger Roar Temple is not a temple in Qingyun Country, and there is no way to know when it will enter Qingyun Country.

The national teacher of Qingyun Country is the patriarch of my Songhe Immortal Sect, and when I saw them for the first time, I also treated them with courtesy, and the two sides talked very happily. The monks of Tiger Roar Temple, with the approval of my Xianmen master, preached Buddhism in Qingyun country. At that time, although my immortal gate was in decline, I would not deliberately embarrass a small temple.

Who would have thought that people in the world were ignorant, but more and more people became believers in the Tiger Roar Temple, and even some people in the royal family began to support the monks of the Tiger Roar Temple. By the time my Immortal Sect Patriarch sensed the intention of the Tiger Roaring Temple and stopped it, it was too late.

In just over ten years, Tiger Roar Temple has taken root in the territory of Qingyun Kingdom, has more than 100,000 believers, and has the support of some royal family members of Qingyun Kingdom......"

Wu Laodao looked complaining, but Qi Changzheng felt that the Daomen had fallen into this situation because he was to blame, and he couldn't complain about others, so he listened to Wu Laodao continue:

"If the Xianmen wants to develop, it needs to recruit disciples with excellent qualifications to cultivate, and the same is true of the Tiger Roar Temple, and conflicts have broken out as a result. At the beginning, it was still my Xianmen who had the advantage, but later, the Tiger Roar Temple, which was supported by more than half of the royal family members of Qingyun Kingdom, gradually overpowered my Xianmen, and the two sides fought endlessly, with countless casualties.

coincided with the invasion of the demon beast, and the two sides fought against the demon beast, and when the demon beast retreated, the two sides fought again. In the end, the two sides agreed to have a duel in Qingzhou City, the imperial capital of Qingyun Kingdom, in which the winning side could have control of the royal family, and the losing side would withdraw from the royal family.

As a result, out of ten battles, I Songhe Xianmen only won four battles, ending in defeat. My Xianmen kept the agreement and withdrew from the royal family of Qingyun Kingdom. Who would have expected that the monks of the Tiger Roar Temple would set up an ambush in the middle of the road, resulting in more than 100 deaths and injuries in our Xianmen, and two elders were killed on the spot.

Since then, the two have become mortal enemies, and when they select disciples once every three years, they will become the large and small towns in the Qingyun Kingdom, and the time when the Xianmen and the Tiger Roaring Temple face off.

My immortal gate is always defeated and won less, the former Songhe immortal gate master felt guilty, and before the immortal went, he promulgated the door rules. I, Songhe Xianmen, have since changed their name to Songheguan, and only after regaining control of Qingyun Kingdom can I revert to the previous title of Xianmen. ”

After Wu Laodao finished speaking, he also took Qi Changzheng and the others to the bottom of the main hall, turned around and looked at the ethereal distant mountains and said, "Long March, Qingshan, do you know why the teacher told you this today?"

Ape Qingshan shook his head, Qi Changzheng was silent for a moment, and said: "Master, the reason for the decline of my Songhe Immortal Gate is the mutation of the Earth Yuan Qi, if you can get the correct method of absorbing the Earth Yuan Qi, will you be able to change the status quo of the Song Crane Temple?"

Wu Laodao nodded and said, "What the Long March said is exactly what the teacher thinks, and if Songheguan wants to regain its former glory, it must find a way to absorb the vitality of the earth. Not only the Songhe Temple, but also the entire Dao Gate of the Cultivation Metaverse Realm have never stopped looking for ways to absorb the vitality of the earth and the earth. ”

Wu Laodao looked at Qi Changzheng and said in a serious tone: "The mutation of the vitality of the earth line has also indirectly led to the scarcity of monks with the best earth spirit physique. The two of you have a rare earth-walking physique, especially you, the Long March, and the hope of the Songheguan may fall on you......" Wu Laodao waved his hand to stop Qi Changzheng from speaking, and said with a smile:

"You and Aoyama both have the prudence of a monk, and what is even more rare is that you are both cunning and can compromise without regard for face. This is a low character in the eyes of mortals, but in the cultivation realm, this is an indispensable means of saving life.

As a teacher, I am optimistic about you, and I will spare no effort to support you, and I hope you can do your part for Songheguan. Perhaps one day in the future, when you need to defend the Songhe Temple with your lives, I hope you will be able to face it calmly. ”

"Master rest assured!" Ape Qingshan was very excited, and took the lead in expressing his attitude: "Even if it takes my life one day, I will not hesitate to sacrifice my life." ”

"Why does this sound so familiar, it can't be brainwashing us, right?" Qi Changzheng secretly wondered.

At the beginning, I heard what Wu Laodao said, and Qi Changzheng also had the intention of contributing to Songheguan, but the last sentence Wu Laodao said made Qi Changzheng vigilant.

He is not as easy to fool as Ape Qingshan, in his previous life, he heard a lot of all kinds of brainwashing words, he was loyal to the party, and he did not hesitate to sacrifice his precious life to the people, but the brainwashing was too thorough and has been deeply rooted.

In this life, in this strange world, he only intends to live for himself, and Wu Laodao's simple words want to make Qi Changzheng stupid, but it is impossible at all. Seeing that the situation is not good, running away is the correct outlook on life.

"Master rest assured, the Long March is born as a person of Songheguan, and death is a turtle of Songheguan, throwing his head and spilling blood for Songheguan, that is the duty of the Long March. Qi Changzheng said awe-inspiringly.

Wu Laodao was very happy, patted Qi Changzheng's shoulder cordially, and led the two of them into the Earth Spirit Treasure Hall with a laugh.

Two middle-aged Taoist priests hurriedly greeted him and respectfully said, "Peak Master!"

Qi Changzheng and the others hurriedly stepped forward to salute and respectfully said, "I've seen senior brother!"

The two Taoist priests shook their hands and said, "Don't dare!"

"Erdong came to see my closed disciple Long March, as well as my personal disciple Qingshan. Wu Laodao was in a good mood, and the two middle-aged Taoist priests saluted Qi Changzheng and Ape Qingshan, and said, "I've seen two senior brothers!"

Qi Changzheng and the others couldn't understand the situation, how could they become senior brothers? They wanted to return the gift, but they were stopped by Wu Laodao, and they saw him smile and say:

"Long March, Qingshan, the two of them were selected from the outer disciples for the sake of the teacher, and they are specifically responsible for the miscellaneous affairs of the Earth Spirit Treasure Palace, you have needs in life, just inform the two of them.

As soon as the trial ended, you were also exhausted, Liu Dong, you took the Long March to the underground hall to rest, Zidong, you took Qingshan to the spiritual hall to rest. The earth hall and the spirit hall will be the place where the two of you live in the future, and Erdong will take you to the main hall to see me tomorrow. ”

After Wu Laodao finished speaking, he turned around and entered the main hall, and Qi Changzheng and Ape Qingshan also calmed down from their excitement, and suddenly felt extremely tired.

Since entering the Songhe Temple, there has been no real rest, and taking the weapon is a five-day trial, and the process of the trial can only be a short rest, and the body and mind are already exhausted.

After soaking in the diluted Pure Soul Spring, the body was relaxed, but the spirit was never rested. Now that it is the official entry, one has become a closed disciple, and the other has become a personal disciple, and the mind is completely relaxed, and he feels extremely tired.

Qi Changzheng followed the middle-aged Taoist priest named Liu Dong to the underground hall, but he didn't have the energy to look at it, so he fell asleep on the bed.

At half past five the next day, the "wake up call" sounded in the depths of Qi Changzheng's soul, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a bright yellow gauze tent, a soft mattress under him, and a satin quilt on his body, which seemed to be in a dream.

Turning over and getting out of bed, stepping on the cold white jade ground with bare feet, his spirit was suddenly shocked, and the scenes of yesterday appeared in his mind, and he knew that what he saw in front of him was real. He has become a closed disciple of Wu Hao, the master of Tufeng Peak, and the place where he settled is the underground hall of the Earth Spirit Treasure Hall.

Walking through the silent and silent wide palace, there are antique ornaments in sight, and there is a side hall on the left and right.

The side hall on the left hand side is 300 square meters, a table and a chair are placed at the top of the place, several futons are stacked on the side, and weapon racks and several stone locks are placed on the left and right sides, which is obviously a practice room.

The side hall on the right hand side is also 300 square meters, and a yellow wood desk is placed in the center, and the smooth desk table is equipped with all the four treasures of the study. On each side of the desk is a one-meter-high yellow wood pillar, and two pure white beads emitting white light are placed at the top of the pillar.

Qi Changzheng walked to the yellow wooden chair and sat down, facing an ink painting in front of him, and he couldn't understand what was painted on it.

Behind him, on the left and right, on the shelves against the wall, there were volumes of books, and he had no intention of flipping through them. He added some water to the inkstone, grinded it down and down, and waited until the water turned ink, he took off one of the thickest brushes, and wrote a Chinese character on the rice paper one by one.