Chapter 273 3 Qing Daozu

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Among the vast mountains, with isolated peaks and cliffs, an ancient Taoist temple stands on the top of the mountain.

Bai Donglin stood in the tile-roofed house, looking at the little Daoist boy who was unaware on the bed, with a contemplative look in his eyes.

"Thinking about it, this seems to be the only opportunity to enter the Taoist gate at present. Don't miss this opportunity. The next time you have such an opportunity, I don't know when to go. It's better to go and see..."

His thoughts fell, his eyes were slightly condensed, he raised his sword finger and lightly tapped the eyebrows, a ripple slowly rippled from the eyebrows, and a small Tai Chi figure appeared, spun vigorously for a moment, and then disappeared.

In an instant, Bai Donglin's temperament changed suddenly, the spirit of the soul was dominated by the spirit of Wuwei, and the worst of evil and good disappeared after stepping into Wuwei's head.

Do nothing, do nothing.

Do not do it, do not do it.

A wave of Dao Yun circulated throughout the body, his eyes became indifferent and warm, the red light of the dark robe flashed slightly, turning into the color of mysterious blue, and the long hair was like a living thing, and a bun was automatically wrapped around it.

One black and one white yin and yang energy in the sea of ​​​​divine descended down the bridge of God, gathered in the spiritual aperture of the dantian qi sea, and circled and condensed into a huge Taiji map. The Taiji map forced the heaven and earth into the body like a vortex. , a sense of pure spirit lingers around him.

"Pindao Donglin, be polite!"

Bai Donglin made a standard bow, and his eyes showed a smile. He was very good at concealing his own breath. With this operation, except for the lack of dharma, it was no different from Qi cultivation.

"Child, don't wake up soon!"

Following Bai Donglin's call, Xiao Daotong's brows and eyes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at Bai Donglin's expression in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, his confused eyes instantly awake, his figure swiftly turned over and got out of bed, holding a magic formula with his hands, and asked with vigilant eyes:

"This Taoist priest, I wonder why you came to Qingyun Temple?"

"Hey, idiot!"

Bai Donglin sighed softly, his expression slightly dim.

"Miaokong, can my senior brother leave me a message before he emerges?"

Xiao Daotong's thin body trembled slightly when he heard the words,

The magic formula in his hand was subconsciously loosened, and his eyes were slightly red.

"You, are you uncle?"

Bai Donglin nodded lightly.

"Wow woo! Uncle Shi, my master died so miserably. He was still talking about you before he died. I thought he was confused, but I didn't expect my master to lie to me..."

Miaokong threw himself on Bai Donglin and cried a lot until his thin body reached Bai Donglin's waist.

He stretched out his palm and stroked the top of Miaokong's head, but Bai Donglin didn't make a sound, letting Miaokong vent his grievances and fears.

Through the collection of information about the host in the low-dimensional world, he knows the situation in this small Taoist temple very well. Through the pictures preserved by Tianluo, the center of "Tianluo Space", the pictures of Master Miaokong before his death can be accessed at any time.

This Miaokong's master does have a junior brother, but he has been away for many years. This Miaokong is an orphan picked up by Qingyun Laodao, and he has never seen Qingyun Laodao's senior brother.

Therefore, Bai Donglin disguised as this identity, which was naturally seamless.

This Qingyun Old Daoist did not die naturally, but suffered serious injuries in a fight with others, and then suddenly died suddenly, leaving a ten-year-old Miao Kong waiting to die alone in this deep mountain and old forest.

However, the ten-year-old Miaokong had only started cultivating not long ago, and the barren Qingyun Temple had no cultivation resources. Miaokong's cultivation base was pitifully low, and he did not even have the strength to leave this deep mountain and old forest.

If there is no accidental split body of the sharp-horned monument, and Bai Donglin does not appear, this Miaokong may starve to death here.

After all, he was just a little Taoist boy who couldn't even do bigu. After a month of sadness and fear, he had accumulated a lot of suppressed negative emotions in his heart.

A mysterious light appeared in Bai Donglin's palm, and flowed down Miaokong's head all over his body. His grief and exhaustion melted in an instant like Spring Snow, and Miaokong slowly stopped crying.

Rubbing his red eyes, he took two steps back in embarrassment and bowed respectfully.

"Disciple Miaokong has met Uncle Shi!"

Bai Donglin nodded lightly, although this cheap nephew was a little less talented, he was still polite, but that was enough.

Under the gaze of the soul's eye, everything in Miaokong is invisible. With Bai Donglin's current realm, he has long passed the stage of judging the level of people with talent.

He has the means to produce geniuses in batches. He has seen geniuses a lot, so what about geniuses? Can't compare to him anyway.

In his opinion, will, Dao heart, belief, these are the most important fundamentals!

"Let's go, take your uncle to meet your master."

"Um!"

Miaokong nodded earnestly, wiping away the sadness in his eyes, and led the way to the main hall first.

Compared with the dilapidated tile-roofed apse, the main hall enshrining the statue of Sanqing is much more refined and spotlessly cleaned.

Not far from the solemn and solemn statue of Sanqing, stood a small wooden table. On the table were an old whisk, a few plates of fruit, and an incense burner.

This is the only relic left by Qingyun Laodao, and it is also his only magic weapon.

The violent fire attribute spell in Qingyun Laodao's body, the fire poison erupted before death, and the body was burned to the ground, not even a whole corpse was left.

Bai Donglin looked silent. In contrast, he was very lucky along the way. As soon as he came into contact with cultivation, he joined the top forces. I don't know how many detours he took.

In this huge world, the top forces are only a few, and more cultivation forces that are low in the dust are the majority, and there are not a few extreme examples like Qingyunguan that are on the verge of disappearing.

Life and death are endless, new forces are born all the time, and old forces are silently disappearing.

The power that can stand in the long river of time and space, the eternal power, is only a few after all.

Pressing down his thoughts, he stretched out his hand to pick up a stick of incense, inserted it into the incense burner, and the green smoke hovered and floated.

‘Old Daoist Qingyun, I will use your Taoist temple as a reward, you are the only disciple, I will give him a good fortune! ’

Bai Donglin withdrew his gaze, his mind moved, and he turned his eyes to the solemn and solemn statue of Sanqing, his eyes were inexplicable.

He has become accustomed to the existence of things from previous lives in this world, and the characters in various myths and legends have left traces in this world.

The deep meaning represented by this, he is not qualified to explore now, but the existence of these familiar things will always bring him a little comfort.

Taoism is the state religion of the previous life. In troubled times, he went down to the mountains to bring peace to the world, and he went up to the mountains to cultivate his mind in prosperous times. Bai Donglin was very fond of Taoism and Taoist priests.

The Sanqing, Yuanshi Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun, and Daode Tianzun are the highest gods of Taoism.

Bai Donglin naturally has the highest awe for him.

After tidying up his clothes and looking solemn, he took out the sacred wood incense made of "Xuanlong Shenmu" from the Eternal Light Realm, twisted a trace of spiritual fire with his fingers and ignited it, and a strange incense suddenly filled the hall.

This highest-quality incense is enough to burn for a year without embers. He has collected a lot of such strange things.

Holding the sacred wood incense in his hand, Bai Donglin bowed respectfully to the statue of Sanqing.

Click!

A cracking sound suddenly sounded, Bai Donglin's fingers trembled, and when he looked up, the statue of Sanqing cracked a gap at the same time.

"Hehe, Miaokong, how long has it been since your master and apprentice repaired the statue of the Sanqing Patriarch? It's time to fight!"

Bai Donglin pretended to be slightly angry, and bowed again.

Click!

A huge crack appeared on the statue of Sanqing, almost running through the whole body.

Miao Kong on the side was at a loss, he and his master obviously took good care of him? After all, this is one of the few precious possessions of Qingyun Temple.

Bai Donglin's expression changed slightly. If he continued to worship him for the third time, the statue of Sanqing was afraid that it would collapse directly.

Then he stretched out his palm, the law of gold floated, and the crack on the statue of Sanqing healed instantly, turning into extremely hard black gold from the inside out.

"Three Taoist ancestors, don't be angry, I will accompany you to a better golden body..."

After doing all this, Bai Donglin felt a little relieved.

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