"Daomen..." Hearing these two words, Old Man Zhuge smiled and said, "If you go and look for it yourself, you really don't know when to find it. Novels.

"Senior Zhuge also asked to make it clear." Fang Yi stood up and bowed to the old man Zhuge and said that he came to find the old man Zhuge on this trip to find the place of the Taoist sect's mountain gate. Otherwise, Fang Yi would not be able to inherit the Taoist sect's lineage.

"Sit down, sit down, and didn't say I won't tell you." After the old man Zhuge waved his hand and asked Fang Yi to sit down, he said: "The people in the world of cultivators do not know where the Taoist sect is. It's not because the Taoist sect is so secret, but that it's too ordinary, no one will think of it."

As the old man Zhuge spoke, an image suddenly appeared in Fang Yi's sea of ​​consciousness. The image started with a vast scroll of mountains and rivers, which was a nearly complete map of the world of cultivators. Then the map gradually expanded. In just a moment, a small hill was seen only a few hundred meters high. Then, an ordinary Taoist temple was established halfway up the mountain. On the plaque of the Taoist temple, the three big words "Shangqing Palace" were written by the writer.

"Shangqing Palace!" Seeing this scene, Fang Yi said in surprise: "The layout of Shangqing Palace on Fangshan is almost exactly the same."

"You have been told where the Taoist Sect is located." Old Man Zhuge said: "Whether you can open the Taoist Sect depends on your own."

"Is there any other condition required to open the Taoist sect?" Peng Bin listened on the side and couldn't help asking. It seemed that it was not easy to open the Taoist sect when he heard what Mr. Zhuge said.

"Haha, don't say it, this is the family business of the Taoist sect, I can't control the old man." Old man Zhuge smiled and said, "Boy Peng, then again, what do you think of Ling'er?"

"No matter how you do it, it's a burden." Peng Bin replied without thinking: "On the road of cultivation, I just hope to overcome all obstacles and move forward all the way, and don't want any bonds or concerns."

"I'm not sincere." Old Man Zhuge shook his head and said, "But your heart is firm and you are not prone to cholestasis by external objects. Old man, I have to apologize to you here."

"Ah?" Peng Bin was stunned: "What apologize?"

Peng Bin doesn't think the scene in the restaurant was worthy of the apology from this old man Zhuge.

"In order to take you to the source of the demon cultivators, I have slightly affected your spiritual consciousness."

Old Man Zhuge said: "Ling'er has been with you for a short time. I used a little trick to make you feel that Ling'er has long been a part of you. So when you know that Ling'er has been teleported to the source, there will be a desire in the sea of ​​consciousness that you want to rescue him without hesitation."

"this……"

When he heard the old man's words, Peng Bin, Fang Yi and the Little Demon King were both a little stunned. He didn't expect that the old man Zhuge had such a method. However, in this way, Peng Bin's behavior was easy to explain, because Peng Bin was not the kind of person who had a love relationship with his children before.

Peng Bin naturally knew in his heart that if Zhuge Ling had not been arrested, he would not have rashly entered the other end of the teleportation array, let alone defending the teleportation array. In Peng Bin's mind, the world of cultivators is not that important. This is why Peng Bin had the idea of ​​retreating when Zhuge Hong and his grandson disappeared.

Now that I think about it carefully, I find that as Old Man Zhuge said, I have unknowingly become a little concerned about the little girl.

Before, Peng Bin couldn't figure out why he was so concerned about a little girl he had just met for a while. Now, after Mr. Zhuge said that, Peng Bin had completely understood and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Old man, can you change it for me?"

"cannot."

Old Man Zhuge shook his head and said, "Even I don't have the ability to change a person's sea of ​​consciousness without roots and no source. For example, this time, I have to find a way to let Ling'er stay with you first. Even if it's a day or even a few hours, if there is Ling'er in your sea of ​​consciousness, I can use this as the root to change something."

"Now you feel that Fang Yi is your enemy, and I can do it too."

Old Man Zhuge said: "But no roots and no source will only make you feel strange. This strangeness will prompt you to explore the truth, and the same is true for Ling'er in your heart. I will change it now, not only will it not reduce Ling'er's weight in your heart, but it will prompt you to find the truth that the sea of ​​consciousness has been changed."

"It's the old man, I'm selfish."

Old Man Zhuge said: "I really want you to take Ling'er away. Since I gave Ling'er to you, I have also explored the possibilities for the subsequent development between you, and I have indeed seen some situations where you two came together."

A person's life is like a branch that is constantly forking. Every time something happens, multiple possibilities will occur. The old man Zhuge was able to speculate one by one according to each possibility and finally came to many conclusions. Peng Bin and Zhuge Ling also produced many results due to this forking. Zhuge also saw from these results that the two finally got together, so he had the idea of ​​matching up.

"But since you are dedicated to practicing and have a firm mind, this is fine." Old Man Zhuge waved his hand and said, "This matter is considered to be a contribution to the world of cultivators. It is also a great contribution to the eradication of a source of the demon cultivators."

"What is the source?" Fang Yi asked in confusion when he heard Mr. Zhuge speak the word "source".

"The source is where the demon cultivators train a large army of cultivators."

Old Man Zhuge explained: "You have seen that there are many mortals in that source. The meaning of their existence is mating and fertilization. The babies born are planted into the spiritual liquid as seeds. Over the years, they absorb the spiritual liquid of the demonic path and gradually transform into foundation-building cultivators. Some of them can even survive the golden elixir thunder tribulation to achieve golden elixirs. These people are regarded as army in the world of conquering cultivators."

"But because you discovered a source, those demon cultivators will inevitably close the teleportation arrays of other sources. In addition, the three major sects are stationed in the three mortal kingdoms, in the short term, those demon cultivators may not make any waves. Even if there are still some cultivators in the Foundation Establishment and Golden Elixir stages, they will have no source of seeds and no continuous replenishment, and they will not be willing to waste these demon cultivators in a large amount."

"What the old man means is that these demon cultivators have other sources?" Fang Yi continued to ask.

"I guess, as for whether it is true or not, I don't know." Old Man Zhuge said with a smile, giving Fang Yi an ambiguous answer.

"There's another thing." Peng Bin said: "You old man, you were bullied by the Ma family in the restaurant. Did you make arrangements in advance?"

In Peng Bin's opinion, how could a person of the level of Zhuge be able to tolerate bullying a mortal bully? I think it was also taking advantage of the Ma family's son's ** to provoke trouble.

"That's not."

Old Man Zhuge said: "I know what you are thinking, but you are wrong. I am in the ordinary world, so I have to act according to the rules of ordinary people and experience various life. Sometimes I will be a rich man, sometimes a storyteller, sometimes a teacher, and sometimes a beggar. I will even temporarily close my memory in order to experience a good life."

"As the saying goes, refining the mind in the world and experiencing the life of all kinds is also a kind of understanding of heaven and earth. This is my practice." Old man Zhuge looked up at the sky: "The heaven has the virtue of being alive. Even if I lose all my cultivation, the way of heaven will leave me a glimmer of life."

"Okay, the old man who can say it has already said, Fang Yi, I will remind you." Old Man Zhuge said: "The descendants of the Taoist Sect can also be said to be born in response to the disaster. The calamity of the demonic Taoist is what your generation of Taoist Sect inheritors must deal with. After obtaining the inheritance of the Taoist Sect, don't slack off."

"I'll remember it."

Fang Yi nodded seriously. Old Man Zhuge's words also confirmed Fang Yi's guess. The master sent him to the world of cultivators, and he really wanted to end this catastrophe by himself. However, his current cultivation level is low and he is still powerless to do anything about the devil cultivators. He can only take one step to see the future path.

Before leaving, Old Man Zhuge glanced at Peng Bin intentionally or unintentionally and said to the three of them: "The old man has no friends in the world of cultivators. You three can come and see me if you have time."

Fang Yi naturally noticed the look of the old man Zhuge and smiled and said, "Miss Ling'er has excellent skills and will definitely not bother you in the future. At that time, I hope Senior Zhuge will not dislike you."

After saying goodbye to Mr. Zhuge, when he passed by Chishui City, the three of them went to find Wen Jun again, telling him that there was no need to search for the news. Then they flew all the way and found the Taoist sect according to the map marked by Mr. Zhuge.

"It's really hard to find."

Three days later, Fang Yi and others landed at the foot of the mountain. There were at least millions of hills like this in the entire world of cultivators. It was really inconspicuous. Although there was a map given by Mr. Zhuge, it was still searched for three days before finding it.

Looking up at the lush hill, Fang Yi felt a sense of nostalgia in his heart. He missed his days on Fangshan.

There is a thick layer of soil accumulated on the stone steps of the mountain road, with some gravel in it. All signs show that no one has stepped on this hill for a long time.

"Brother, little devil, you go to the Taoist temple to wait for me first, and I will clean the steps." Fang Yi looked up along the stone steps, and his mind was extremely quiet.

"Let's help you scan it." Peng Bin said: "Three people work harder."

"No need." Fang Yi waved his hand and said, "Miyamoto of Shangqing is my home, I want to clean it up by myself."

"Okay." Seeing Fang Yi insisting on doing this, Peng Bin and the little devil no longer dissuaded them, and rose up and flew towards the Shangqing Palace Taoist Temple.

Fang Yi casually broke a lush branch from the trunk next to him, swept the steps as a broom, and did not use spiritual power. The first step swept the thick dust on the stone steps, like a devout believer.

First, I swept it from bottom to top, then cleaned it from top to bottom, and finally got water and washed away hundreds of steps along the way. Then I arrived at the door of Shangqing Palace Taoist Temple.

"Who could have thought that such a devastating Taoist temple was the famous Taoist sect in the world of cultivators."

Fang Yi looked at the Shangqing Palace. He didn't know how many years had anyone lived. The vermilion walls of the Taoist temple had fallen off, revealing the blue bricks inside. Most of the surrounding walls had collapsed. The two doors had disappeared. The yard was covered with half a person's height. There was no place for anyone to stand at all. Fang Yi stretched out his palm, and a ball of real fire flew out, burning the grass in the yard in just a moment.

When I pushed the door open and entered the Taoist temple hall, two wooden doors fell down in response to the sound, stirring up a piece of smoke and dust. The bronze statue of the Sanqing ancestor worshipped in front of me had been damaged several places, with spider webs everywhere in the corners of the walls, and their steps moved slightly, and dust fell on the roof.

Peng Bin and the little devil stood in the yard and looked around. The little devil asked, "Is this really a Taoist sect?"

"I'm also surprised." Peng Bin also said a little confused: "Old man Zhuge also said that it depends on Fang Yi himself whether he can open the Taoist sect. But there is no door left, so what else can he open?"

"The door of the main hall is over." While they were talking, the little devil saw Fang Yi pushing the door and the two main doors of the main hall fell down.

"It's really the style of an old Taoist priest."

Fang Yi waved his hand, brought a large spider web, turned around and came back, went to the Taoist temple to pull out a bundle of grass, cast a spell to stew the water in it, and used it as a small broom to clean the entire hall, and then fetched clean water to clean the hall.

"Fang Yi, why don't we rebuild it?" The little devil king couldn't help but say, seeing Fang Yi busy inside and outside, and he didn't see much clean after cleaning. The inside was so dilapidated.

"No need to rebuild, these bricks and stones are different from the outer walls. They are very strong, so just repair them." Fang Yi smiled. Although this Taoist temple was dilapidated, it made Fang Yi feel extremely friendly, and his mind became more peaceful when he was in it.

After cleaning the hall, I cleaned out the two wing rooms. From a distance, although it still looked dilapidated, it was much cleaner and tidy.

"Brother, little devil, do you mind staying here for a few days?" After doing all this, Fang Yi asked, looking at his masterpiece.

"I don't care. I haven't lived in any place before." Peng Bin said: "It's good to have a room."

"I'm fine, either." The little devil said: "I'm a monster, no, I'm an immortal beast, and I don't pick on it."

"I'm sorry for you." Fang Yi smiled and said, "I'll go catch some wild game later, let's relax."

"Fang Yi, hurry up and find the Taoist inheritance." The little devil looked left and right, and it really felt that this didn't seem to be a place where there was any inheritance.

"I just found no inheritance with my spiritual sense." Fang Yi shook his head and said, "But when I got here, I felt like I had returned home, my mind calmed down. I didn't feel so anxious about the inheritance of Taoism."

"Okay, since you are not in a hurry, let's accompany you." Peng Bin stood up and said, "I'll go get some dry firewood later."

Not long after, Peng Bin caught two large hares and a wild boar, and brought some dry firewood. The little devil prepared the spirit wine, and the three of them set up a bonfire to eat and drink.

After eating and drinking, Fang Yi simply lay on the ground, looking up at the starry sky, and remembered his childhood self and the lazy old Taoist priest who was young, remembering his five-year-old—
Chapter completed!