It was dawn, and Qin Yi held the paper umbrella to the foot of the fairy mountain, looking up at the mountain road in the misty rain.

There is a white stone stele erected at the mountain gate, with the words "Qingxu Palace" written on it. The bluestone steps wind up along the way, green trees in the mountains burst into branches, birds singing and flowers scenting, and clouds and mist. Looking at the light rain in the morning, it is like a fairyland.

He came to visit the Taoist temple.

The poor family thought he left without hesitation, but that was not the case. It was just that Qin Yi has become more cautious now.

He would not hope that the town would become dead, and that innocent children who were wiping their noses and playing with firecrackers would be displaced. If Qin Yi had earlier, for example, when he was escorting Cheng Cheng, he might have really had a passion and would accompany the poor to deal with the corpse refining.

But after the trip to the Demon City and the Nanli Change, Qin Yi, who had experienced the world, was no longer so easy to get angry.

Maybe the passion in my heart is still there and the chivalrous spirit is still there, and I still want to "complete that part on behalf of Li Qingjun", but my mood has returned to the state of cold-eyed view of Nan Li when I just came out of the mountain, and I will never easily enter the game again.

I have entered the world and can now leave.

Looking at the world with an withdrawal mentality, to some extent, this is probably a lot older than mentally?

Maybe it is.

What the poor family said should be half true and half false. Some people refining corpses, which match Liusu's judgment, should be true; but at least he said that he didn't even know the other party's strength, which was probably false.

I really don’t know the opponent’s strength, so what’s the use of pulling a Chu Ding from the fourth level of Fengchu? Either you think you are evenly matched and it’s good to be able to get a helper; or you’re not sure if the opponent has any hidden means, so you can pull someone to thunder.

Besides, since one sentence is false, others may be distorted.

Therefore, you cannot trust one-sided words easily. You must first go to the Taoist temple to see it with your own eyes.

The bell for morning class came from the mountain. Qin Yi climbed up the steps and soon arrived at the mountainside. He saw a mountain wall as smooth as a knife. There was someone on the wall with a pen that was carved with a huge word "Tao".

Qin Yi looked at this word quietly, and the qi in his body felt a little moved, as if the trajectory of this word had some mysterious meaning, which was hard to explain, but it looked like the eternal truth of the Heavenly Shu.

It's a bit like the trajectory of the pen operation when he made talismans.

"It's a ruin left by a good monk." Liusu said: "This word has a bit of a taste. Those with spiritual roots may have some understanding here. It is indeed an immortal mountain. No wonder it can give birth to monsters. The monster doesn't seem to be much hostile. It turns out that it was led by the immortal way."

Qin Yi said: "Can you improve me?"

"You have me, why do you read this word? I will teach you how to draw a few random paintings more interesting than this. You just swallow it yourself and don't know what to understand."

"...Okay." Qin Yi said: "So, this Taoist Qingxu is really an immortal, right?"

"Impossible, even if he really has a life span of 25 years, it is impossible..." Liusu said: "This word is probably for thousands of years, and it cannot erase spirituality even if it blows and rains. The person who wrote the inscription is at least at the level of the tide of the clouds, and he is a true Taoist man."

"So, this Taoist Qingxu has obtained the inheritance of the immortal family, so he started his sect here."

"This is a great possibility." Liusu said: "When you go up and take a look, the mouse may not be the truth. Maybe the Taoist Qingxu is really a Taoist? Who is the one who refining the corpse? It's hard to say."

Qin Yi continued to walk to the top of the mountain.

There is a hall on the top of the mountain, with incense lingering in the hall, and dozens of Taoist priests sitting cross-legged in futons, practicing.

There were many townsmen around, who came earlier than Qin Yi, and they kowtowed devoutly at this time. Qin Yi was quite amazed. He was at the foot of the mountain at dawn. Could these people climb up in the middle of the night?

The main seat of the hall is an old Taoist priest with a crane hair and a childish face, with a clear face, and bursts of sandalwood lingering around him, looking like an immortal or a god, and praying in a low voice: "There is no way to good and good fortune, but only people call it themselves. The rewards of good and evil are like shadows. Therefore, there is a god in heaven and earth that controls mistakes, and counts them according to the severity of the person's crime. If the calculation is reduced, poverty will be consumed, and there will be many troubles. Everyone hates it, punishment will be followed by disasters, avoid it for good fortune, and evil stars will be affected. If the calculation is completed, death will be done."

Qin Yi saw many people wearing ragged clothes and lonely bones, but at this moment, he took out the copper plates in his pockets while reciting and respectfully threw them into the incense box.

The Taoist priests in the temple were praying louder.

Qin Yi shook his head and said to Liusu: "This is not enough to serve you. In my understanding, this is not Tao."

"This person's way is not the way of heaven. It is hard to say right or wrong." Liusu said: "It's not just that. This Taoist priest is chanting the Supreme Sentiment, but in fact he uses flesh and blood and flourishing."

"What does this mean?"

"This so-called practice is to absorb the dry flesh and blood of others, to maintain your own childish face and make a face." Liusu said: "This old Taoist priest is indeed a dead person, and is striving to live a life of his own strength."

Qin Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the old Taoist priest with a sharp look.

The old Taoist priest seemed to have some awareness and opened his eyes to look at Qin Yi. Qin Yi had already lowered his eyes and his divine light was completely subsided.

"That layman..." The old Taoist priest said slowly: "If you seek immortals and seek Taoism, you need to be sincere. Everyone has a morning class, and the layman stands outside the hall, and this Taoism is not sincere."

Qin Yi laughed: "Seeing others' mistakes is like your own mistakes; not demonstrating others' shortcomings, not showing off one's strengths."

The old Taoist priest also smiled: "This is not used for this. Where did the fellow Taoist come from?"

"I heard that there was an immortal in Qingxu Palace, so I came to visit him." Qin Yi bowed: "After seeing the fairy's face, I have enough wish to go back."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The old Taoist priest squinted his eyes and looked at Qin Yi's back.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, the blue shirt and walk in a floating manner. Compared to sitting in the hall wither, it is difficult to survive. I really don’t know which one looks more like an immortal.

The old Taoist had some confusion in his eyes and said slowly: "You should continue to have morning classes and don't slack off."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared.

A sound of praise sounded in the hall: "The Taoist Master Qingxu is a true immortal..."

Qin Yi was walking fast and had already reached the middle of the mountain, near the platform of the word "Tao".

With a gust of wind, the back of the old Taoist priest appeared in front of him.

Qin Yi stopped and sighed: "This method of Gen Earth that shrinks into inches is very powerful. The fire system doesn't seem to be so comfortable."

Taoist Qingxu turned around and smiled slightly: "My fellow Taoists have come here, why not stay here for a few days to discuss the path of immortality?"

Qin Yi smiled and said, "If you have other important things, I won't keep more."

Taoist Qingxu sighed: "The layman really can't see it?"

"I can't see it." Qin Yi said seriously: "I am only a rookie on the fourth level of Fengchu. I can't even see the specific practice of fellow Taoists, let alone others."

Taoist Qingxu did not answer this, and his eyes turned to the word "Tao". After looking for a long time, he said: "The world is trying hard to seek the method of immortality. There are those who kill their wives, those who seize treasures, and those who dig graves and graves. There are thousands of great ways. What's wrong with my Taoist maintaining Changchun?"

Qin Yi frowned.

Is this self-exposing? It makes no sense. Few people can see through you that you are a dead person. Why do you have to expose yourself if you hide it well?

You can't have anyone who seeks the truth to kill one after another. If you are so crazy, you really went up the mountain this time and misjudged the madman's thinking, there is nothing you can do about it.

"Fellow Taoist, can I know why I have to spread the news of my fairy mountain, boasting of my longevity and attracting people to visit?"

Qin Yi sighed: "Isn't it just seducing low-level monks to come over and refine their flesh and blood?"

"Wrong, I am a monk, not a demon. Do you know that there is a transformed rat demon in the foot of the mountain town?"

Qin Yi: "..."

"There are all visible demons' flesh and blood elixirs. If they are refined, I will not need to absorb the flesh and blood of mortals to nourish my skin. Unfortunately, this demon does not hold back and never goes up the mountain. If I leave this mountain vein, I will not be his opponent. If there are fellow Taoists who jointly eliminate demons and protect the Tao, I am willing to share half of the demon pills to fellow Taoists, I don't know what my friend wants to do?"
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