Chapter 111

The sky was dim, and Qin Yi held a paper umbrella to the foot of the fairy mountain, looking up at the mountain road amidst the mist and rain.

There is a white stone monument at the gate of the mountain, with the inscription "Qingxu Palace", the bluestone steps wind up all the way, the green trees in the mountains are branching, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the clouds are misty. Looking at it in the light rain in the morning, it is really a fairyland.

He came to visit the Taoist temple.

The humble family thought that he left regardless, but that was not the case, it was just that Qin Yi had become more cautious now.

He wouldn't want this small town to die, and the innocent children wiping their noses and playing with firecrackers would be displaced. Changed to the earlier Qin Yi—for example, when he was escorting Cheng Cheng, maybe his blood would really surge, so he accompanied the poor family to deal with the refining corpse.

But after the trip to the demon city and the change in Nanli, Qin Yi, who has experienced the world of mortals, is no longer so easily passionate.

Maybe the blood is still in my heart, the chivalry is still there, and I still want to "finish that job for Li Qingjun", but my mental state has returned to the state of looking at Nanli with a cold eye when I first came out of the mountain, and I will never be easily involved in the game again.

I have entered the world of mortals, and now I can go out.

Looking at the world with a detached mentality, from a certain point of view, this is probably because the mental age is much older?

may be.

What the poor family said should be half true and half false. Someone refines the corpse, this is in line with Liu Su's judgment, it should be true; but at least he said that he doesn't even know the opponent's strength, which is probably false.

I really don't know the opponent's strength, so what's the use of pulling a Chu Ding from the fourth floor of Fengchu? Either they think that they are evenly matched, and it would be good to have a helper; or they are not sure if the other party has any hidden means, so they drag someone to the mine.

Moreover, since one sentence is false, the others may be distorted as well.

So you can't trust one-sided words, you must first go to the Taoist temple to see it with your own eyes.

The morning bell rang from the mountain, Qin Yi climbed up the steps, and arrived at the mountainside not long after, and saw a smooth mountain wall, on which there was a huge "Tao" engraved on the wall. Character.

Qin Yi looked at the word quietly, and felt that the energy in his body was a little bit affected, as if the trajectory of the word had some mysterious meaning. It was unclear, but it seemed to be the eternal truth of heaven.

It's a bit like the trajectory of the tip of his pen when he was making talismans.

"It's a relic left by a good monk." Liusu said: "This word has a bit of a smell. Those who have spiritual roots may realize it here. It is indeed a fairy mountain. No wonder it can breed monsters. There don't seem to be many monsters. The hostility was originally caused by the immortal way."

Qin Yi said: "Will it improve me?"

"You have me, why do you look at this word? It's more interesting if I teach you how to draw blindly. You just swallow it by yourself and don't know what to understand."

"...Okay." Qin Yi said: "So, this Qingxu Taoist is really a fairy?"

"Impossible, even if he really has a lifespan of two hundred and five, it's impossible..." Liusu said, "This word is probably thousands of years old, and even wind and rain can't erase the spirituality. He is a true man of virtue.”

"So, Taoist Qingxu got the inheritance of the immortal family, so he founded his sect here."

"This is more likely." Liusu said, "Go up and have a look, what the mouse said may not be the truth, maybe Taoist Qingxu is really a man of Taoism? It's hard to say who is refining the corpse Woolen cloth."

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

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

There were many townspeople around, who came earlier than Qin Yi, and they kowtowed and bowed reverently at this time. Qin Yi was quite amazed, he had already reached the foot of the mountain at dawn, did these people climb up in the middle of the night?

The main seat in the hall is an old Taoist priest, with white hair and childlike face, clear face, bursts of sandalwood lingering around his body, looks like a fairy, like a god, praying in a low voice: "There is no way to misfortune, only people call themselves. Good and evil Retribution is like a shadow. It is because there is a god of transgressions in heaven and earth. According to the severity of people's crimes, they are counted as seizing people. If the calculation is reduced, it will lead to poverty and consumption, and there will be more troubles. Everyone hates it, and punishment and disaster follow it. In other words, if you count it all, you will die."

Qin Yi saw a lot of people in ragged clothes and skinny bones, but at this moment he took out the hot copper coins in his pocket while chanting, and threw them into the incense box respectfully.

The Taoist priests in the temple prayed louder.

Qin Yi shook his head, and said to Liusu with his thoughts: "This is not enough damage to give more than enough. In my understanding, this is not the way."

"This person's way is not the way of heaven. It's hard to tell whether it's right or wrong." Liusu said, "It's not just that. What this Taoist priest reads is the induction of the Supreme Being, but what he actually uses is flesh and blood."

"What does this mean?"

"The so-called practice is to absorb other people's flesh and blood to maintain one's own white hair and youthful appearance, just for superficiality." Liusu said: "This old Taoist is indeed a dead person, and he is strengthening himself to live."

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

The old Taoist seemed to be aware of it, and opened his eyes to look at Qin Yi. Qin Yi had already lowered his eyes, and his eyes were completely dimmed.

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

Qin Yi laughed: "When you see someone's loss, it's like your own loss; if you don't show off others' shortcomings, don't show off your own strengths."

The old Taoist also laughed: "This statement is not for this purpose. Where do fellow Taoists come from?"

"I heard that there is an immortal in Qingxu Palace, so I am here to visit you." Qin Yi saluted, "Since I have seen the beauty, my wish is fulfilled and I can return home."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The old Taoist squinted his eyes and watched Qin Yi's back.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, the green shirt walks and floats. Compared with sitting in the palace and struggling to continue life, I really don't know which is more like a fairy.

There was some melancholy in the old Taoist's eyes, and he said slowly: "You continue to have morning classes, don't slack off."

As soon as the voice fell, it had disappeared.

There was a sound of admiration in the hall: "Daoist Qingxu is also a true immortal..."

Qin Yi's footsteps over there were fast, and he had already descended halfway up the mountain, near the platform with the word "Tao".

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

Qin Yi stopped in his tracks, sighed and said, "This method of shrinking the earth into inches is very powerful. The fire element doesn't seem to have such a comfortable spell."

Taoist Qingxu turned around and smiled slightly: "Fellow Taoists are here, why don't you stay here for a few days and discuss the way of immortality together?"

Qin Yi smiled and said, "I have other important matters, so I won't stay any longer."

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

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

Taoist Qingxu did not answer this question. He cast his eyes on the word "Tao", and after looking at it for a long time, he said: "People in the world seek the law of longevity, there are those who kill their wives, those who seize treasures, and those who dig graves. Thousands of things, what's wrong with poor Daoists maintaining Changchun?"

Qin Yi frowned.

This is self-exposure? It doesn't make sense, few people can see through that you are a dead person, so why expose yourself when you hide it well?

You wouldn’t just kill every one of the aspirants who came to visit you. If you’re really that crazy, it’s really a mistake to go up the mountain this time, and there’s really nothing you can do if you misjudged the madman’s thinking.

"Fellow daoist, do you know why I am obviously practicing the corpse way and cannot be tolerated by the world, but I still want to spread the news of my fairy mountain, boast about my longevity, and attract people to visit?"

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

"That's wrong, Pindao is a monk, not a demon. Do fellow Taoists know that there is a transformed rat demon in the town at the foot of the mountain?"

Qin Yi: "..."

"The flesh and blood demon pills of this monster are all impressive. If it is refined, the poor will not need to absorb the flesh and blood of mortals to nourish their beauty. It is a pity that this monster will not hold back and never goes up the mountain. If the poor is away from the mountain On the contrary, it is not his opponent. If there are fellow daoists to fight against demons and defend the way together, I would like to share half of the demon pills with fellow daoists, how about friendship?"

Qin Yi almost didn't laugh out loud, why do you two have such similar brain circuits, why don't you be together!