Yu Qing was still in a trance, those teenagers and girls had returned, the snake-headed young man walked in front, holding a huge stone altar in his arms, although the mouth of the altar was very strong, there was still a strong smell of wine. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Not far behind the boys and girls, there is a group of adults of the Xiangliu clan, with different appearances and strong physiques. The first old man is also the head of a snake, with a vicissitudes of life, wrinkles stacked layer by layer, bent waist, and a wooden staff in his hand.

The group of young people walked up to Yu Qing and bowed down, and the snake-headed young man stepped forward and put the stone altar beside Yu Qing, and fell to the ground again.

Yu Qing didn't speak, just looked at these people, and he could feel that the majestic power in this old man's aging body was not a law or a technique, but a bloodline, quietly dormant in the depths of flesh and blood.

If he fights, Yu Qing thinks that he is not the opponent of the old man, and even says that the difference is not counted, but there are always some things that cannot be determined by strength, such as cultivation, Yu Qing has really embarked on the path of cultivation, and the old man, probably in this life, will not be able to get on the path.

The old snake man slowly knelt down, and the moment he lowered his head, Yu Qing clearly saw that there seemed to be some light shining in his eyes, it was hope.

Seeing the old snake man kneeling, the clansmen of the Xiangliu clan behind him knelt on the ground, and the young people and girls in front of him were stunned.

Yu Qing looked at them for a long time before turning his head to the young people and saying, "You go." ”

The tone is flat and not half emotional.

The old snake's body was shocked, and his head fell even lower.

So the group of young people quickly got up and walked to the scattered boulder next to them, the snake-headed boy hissed something, and the young girls scattered, looking for a suitable stone to cut and polish and move together.

These young people worked for three days, Yu Qing also sat here for three days, and those clansmen of the Xiangliu clan knelt for three days.

On the fourth day, a towering Taoist temple has risen from the ground, five zhang high, ten zhang square, high cloud platform, quaint stone, and huge candle base, all made of huge stone polishing and piling up, and some places have left stains of blood. They brought clean water from the mountain spring in the distance to rinse it, took the candle oil made from the fat of the eel and lit the candle flame, and suddenly the whole hall was full of light.

Looking at the young man of the Xiangliu clan who bowed down in front of him again, he was exhausted, but his spirit was extremely excited, the scales on the face of the snake-headed young man were scattered a lot, and the palms of his hands were dripping with blood, covered with large and small blood blisters, but his eyes, the golden vertical pupils seemed to be shining.

Yu Qing nodded, got up and walked into the main hall, sat on the high cloud platform, and waited until those young people walked in, and tapped his fingers lightly on the cloud chime, and a clear sound swirled around the hall.

The two tall stone doors slammed shut, obscuring the young men from the eyes of the Xiangliu clan.

In the main hall, I don't know when the clouds and mist are steaming on the high cloud platform, lined with bright candlelight, and the five colors are brilliant like clouds.

Yu Qing struck the stone three more times and began to speak.

As Yu Qing's gentle voice sounded, the young people only felt that the world seemed to be suddenly empty, leaving only Yu Qing, who was high in the cloud platform, and his body was ethereal in the clouds, as if he would go away with the wind at any time.

The moonlight spread over the earth like mercury, and this small stone hall seemed to become a heaven and earth of its own, and everything outside the hall disappeared without a trace, except for a gentle voice, which seemed to come from the depths of the distant starry sky, and seemed to linger in their ears, and did not enter their hearts.

Yu Qing's voice was like a trace of spring breeze, the spring breeze turned into rain, and it fell on everyone's hearts bit by bit, causing ripples in circles.

This is the sound of the Tao, not the words, with the spirit of the Lingtai to hook the law of heaven and earth, vibrating the sound, being able to point directly to the heart, imprinting the Fa in their hearts, no matter whether they understand it in the future or not, they will never forget it for the rest of their lives.

These teenagers were so fascinated by this that they couldn't help themselves from dancing with their hands, this was the instinctive joy of their souls, and listening to the monk's teachings was such a great opportunity for them that they might have entered the path from then on. It's like a lost person in the desert, who suddenly finds an oasis, and even the green mountains and green waters in the distance are faintly in sight, how can he not be happy.

A smile also appeared on Yu Qing's face, he used to be like them, struggling in the world, but fortunately, he met Li Shujing, until this time, he understood what a chance this was, and Li Shujing's wish was so grand, to cross the common people, how many people in the three islands of the ten continents had this courage.

Confucianism said that if you are good, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be good to yourself, he has neither Li Shujing's grand aspirations, nor profound mana, he is just an ordinary person who has just embarked on cultivation. He can only be poor and help some people within the scope of his ability.

In the past, I gained the Tao, and now I teach the Fa.

That's it.

The stone hall was built for three days, but the sermon was only preached for two days, and in these two days, Yu Qing mainly talked about his understanding of the foundation and enlightenment, as well as a golden snake swallowing the moon.

This trick was obtained by him from the Golden Elephant Truth, which is a snake demon who holds the gods and returns the pill, and has had some unique opportunities, and the demonic nature is not strong, which is just suitable for the cultivation of these young people of the Xiangliu clan.

Yu Qing had already observed that although these Xiangliu clans had different appearances, they faintly respected snake people, such as the snake man boy and the old snake man. He also used his divine sense to carefully probe their bloodline, and the others were nothing special, only those two snake people, and the power of the bloodline in their bodies was extremely powerful.

Yu Qing secretly guessed that it might be that their ancestor was a powerful demon god, and the bloodline precipitation was passed down, but after so many generations, it was already extremely weak.

After the sermon was finished, the young men of the Xiangliu clan were still immersed in the mystical teachings, and in Yu Qing's eyes, their bodies were weakened, but their souls were shining with spiritual light.

Yu Qing took the altar of monkey wine, urged the mana, recited a sacrificial mantra in the Sutra of Salvation, and with a finger, the wine flew out of the stone altar, turning into a crystal water dragon, hovering in the middle of the stone hall, and then shattered into countless water droplets, dripping onto those teenagers.

The wine seeped into their bodies, full of vitality, nourishing their bodies and deepening their understanding of the law.

The door opened silently, and Yu Qing walked out.

It's still night, the moonlight is like water, and the mountains in the distance are undulating like dragons.

The clansmen of the Xiangliu clan were still kneeling there, and when they saw Yu Qing coming out, there was a commotion, and the old snake man slammed the wooden staff on the ground, and the noisy sound suddenly stopped.

In front of the old snake man, a sycamore wooden box was placed, and there was a faint aura overflowing, showing that the things in the box were not ordinary.

The sycamore is a sacred tree, and the phoenix does not fall into the place of no treasure, but often inhabits the sycamore, which is enough to prove the preciousness of the sycamore wood.

However, now the sycamore wood is only used to make a box, and I don't know how rare the contents of the box are.

I saw the old snake man bow and said: "Thank you for the grace of the immortal chief, I am a meager person from the Liu family, there is nothing to thank the immortal, there are only two phoenix fruits, please accept the immortal." ”

Yu Qing was moved, this old snake man's eyes are really vicious, he is now in the realm of eating qi, and he is about to use the spirit of heaven and earth to refine the five qi in his chest, condense the god truth, the so-called five qi are complete, and the god is really salty, that's it.

It's just that the phoenix fruit is rare in the world, and I don't know how they got it, the sycamore wood in this world is generally not fruitful, only the sycamore that has fallen over the phoenix, and the phoenix spirit is felt for a long time, and the phoenix fruit is born. Cultivators who take refining are of great benefit to condensing the five qi in their chests.

Yu Qing didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly took a few steps forward to carefully open the wooden box, only to see two fiery red fruits placed inside.

Legend has it that there is a great immortal between heaven and earth, known as the ancestor of the earth immortal, is the guest of the emperor of heaven, the friend of the ancestor, he has a ginseng fruit tree, nine thousand years of maturity once, each time only thirty fruits, like three dynasties less than the baby baby, smell a smell, can continue to be 360 years old, eat one, can live 47,000 years.

This kind of ginseng fruit falls when it encounters gold, withers when it encounters wood, melts when it encounters water, burns when encounters fire, and enters when it encounters soil. It can not be picked up with ordinary utensils, and can only be held with a gold hammer and a Dan plate.

In terms of preciousness, the phoenix fruit is far inferior to the ginseng fruit, but it is not something that ordinary things can touch. Only a box made from the branches of this sycamore tree that bears fruit can perfectly preserve the essence of the fruit and the true method contained in it.