Qin Yi landed directly on the tower.

This is not the shape of a Buddhist pagoda, but a very high observatory. From a distance, I thought it was a pagoda. When I was close, I found that the top was actually very large. There were several Taoist priests standing cross-legged, not knowing whether they were practicing or observing something.

Qin Yi hung above with a handkerchief, and stopped sharply at the edge of the high platform formation for several feet, and did not get closer.

Someone immediately noticed it and looked up in shock: "Who is the master visiting Qianlong Temple?"

Qin Yi took out the Identity Card of Wandao Immortal Palace: "You go to the place where you ask for help."

"Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace!" The Taoists were moved, and immediately someone removed the ban and saluted: "Sir, please..."

Senior... He was full of beards and called him a senior who was seventeen or eighteen years old. Qin Yi himself was extremely disagreeable, but the Taoist priests present looked for granted. It was normal, because these Taoist priests Feng Chu could not see Qin Yi's cultivation. Who knows if this guy who seemed to be seventeen or eighteen years old is actually a century-old monster? Just know that his cultivation is high.

But this senior is a bit sissy, how could he fly with a handkerchief...

In the strange eyes of the Taoist priests, Qin Yi put away his handkerchief with a slightly red face and fell down his clouds. He was too lazy to explain that he was not a senior anymore, and being a senior was easy to do.

He coughed twice and picked up his senior's tone: "What are you observing?"

The Taoist priest who looked like a leader hesitated: "The greedy wolf attacked the purple palace, and my dragon energy was weak. It was also said that the clouds did not rain, and it was in the western suburbs. If there were bad guests coming to the west, it was an unlucky sign."

This kind of thing will not be said to others casually. Who said that the other party is a "senior"? Most of the seniors can see this basic astrology themselves, and it doesn't matter whether they say it or not...

God knew that Qin Yi had never learned the fortune-telling star signs. He frowned when he heard this: "You shouldn't just ask for help because of the astrological signs..."

Taoists looked at me and said, "We don't know what to ask for help."

At this moment, someone said below: "Please come into the room and talk in detail." As he spoke, an old Taoist with a green face appeared beside the platform, and the Taoists saluted: "See the Master."

Qin Yi took a look and found that the practice of the main subject is the third level of the heart of the Qin. The third level to the fourth level is exactly the watershed between the early to mid-stage of the Qin. It can be said that he is only one level higher than the main subject, or it can be said that he is in the middle level, while the main subject is only a huge gap in the early stage.

But no matter what, the practitioner who has the third level of Qinxin in the mundane world is indeed very powerful. The awesome Taoist nun who is called the uncle of Minghe is just Feng Chu.

The master of the spectator was also looking at Qin Yi, with a slightly disappointed expression. He was higher than his disciples' practice. It was obvious that Qin Yi was just a cultivator on the fourth level of Qinxin, and he was very young... Is this the savior sent by the Wandao Immortal Palace to support? Why does it look so unreliable...

Qin Yi Xiaoxiao: "What do you call the master of the audience?"

The master of the temple politely said: "I am spiritually."

The public road name... Qin Yi also replied with a greeting: "Qin Yi."

"Qin Yi..." Lingxu thought for a while: "This name sounds familiar."

The envoy of Daqian compiled the Nanli characters. Qin Yi's name is not unfamiliar with Daqian, but few people have actually read such miscellaneous books. Lingxu has probably never read it, and he may have heard it somewhere. This shows the magic of Ju Yunxiu. She lives in the mountains in secluded and even read this kind of book, and still remember it clearly.

Qin Yi didn't explain and smiled calmly: "Where to talk about it in detail?"

Lingxu then made a gesture: "Fellow Taoist please."

OK, the senior was demoted to a fellow Taoist. Qin Yi didn't care, and followed the master to get off the high platform.

Leaving this observatory, I arrived at the backyard of the Taoist temple, where the rockery flows through the water, and the pavilions were faintly hidden. Behind it is a pure bamboo forest, with several halls and pavilions deep in the bamboo forest. Beneath the bamboo leaves, you can see carved beams and painted buildings, which are magnificent. There are still vague sounds of silk and bamboo coming from a certain hall, not like Taoist temples, but like royal palaces.

Qin Yi said lightly: "Is this the guest hall?"

"No," said the master of the Guanshi: "Fellow Taoist thinks it is extravagant, which is contrary to the intention of practicing?"

"It's true." Qin Yi secretly said that he lived in several wooden houses in Yunxiu, which were pure and free. Even the town of food, drink, gamble, was a vulgar town. He had his own real interests in the vulgarity, which was the practice. The pretentious palace master built a palace, but it was better to say it was an office than an office. There was no magnificent decoration inside, not for enjoyment. I have never seen the practice of creating magnificent carved beams and painted buildings. That was not practice—at least not Taoist practice.

Lingxu led him to the bamboo forest and said, "Fellow Taoists should know that this is why we are in the secular world, rather than being like fellow Taoists, we are far away from Lingshan."

Qin Yi laughed and said, "It makes sense. But you are not bad. You can still cultivate the heart of the piano if you want to enjoy it."

"It is not necessarily true that it is greedy. The ancestors of the Benguan were originally assisting the Taizu of Daqian to conquer the country. If they have built the country, they should enjoy the honor of the national religion. Not everyone can occupy the name of Lingshan. We use the power of the world to collect what we want, which is also a path of practice. So since we are already in the world and have honor, we have to tell ourselves to practice, which is a bit fake."

Qin Yi nodded: "It's quite honest. Being able to face it honestly is because of the heart of the piano."

Lingxu looked at Qin Yi in surprise, and thought to himself that no wonder this person had cultivated to the middle stage of Qin's heart at such a young age. It seemed that he was not piled up with medicine, but indeed some Taoist practice. Thinking of this, the hesitation dissipated a lot and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist."

After passing through the bamboo forest, we arrived at the pavilions with carved beams and painted buildings. On the left, there was a bright light, with the sound of silk and bamboo, singing and dancing, and the sound of men and women teasing. Lingxu's face remained unchanged: "There are princes here to escape the summer heat."

Qin Yi smiled.

In the feudal dynasty, at this time, the dragon energy is weak and the fortune is reduced, and it is almost inevitable. If it is just a matter of this, then he does not want to get involved at all, and it is better not to complete this task.

Going deeper, with the smell of strict guarding, the inner hall became quiet and finally had a little secluded that the Taoist temple should have.

Lingxu led Qin Yi into the hall, and a little Taoist nun came over, held the lamp for the two of them, rolled up the screen and gauze tent, lit up sandalwood, and stood beside him.

Qin Yi subconsciously asked: "Use Taoist nun?"

Lingxu still remained calm: "If fellow Taoists need to practice dual cultivation and harmony, they will be yours tonight."

Qin Yi turned around and looked, and several Taoist nuns were shy and their heads were slouched, and their blushed climbed onto their pink cheeks.

He suddenly laughed: "Sure enough... all the people in the world say that gods are good, but what gods are? Everyone's expectations are different. Brother Dao, please let them retreat. This is not my purpose for coming here."

Lingxu looked at him calmly for a while: "Fellow Taoist really doesn't want it?"

"don't want."

Lingxu waved his hand and asked the Taoist nuns to retreat, and the first smile appeared on his old face: "Then we really have something to say."

Qin Yi laughed silently: "If this is a test, it would be too insincere. He didn't even have to touch him. Are you reluctant to let him go?"
Chapter completed!