Xue Qingxia came to Lingxia Mountain again. The first two times she came, she was in the realm of Yangshen, but her attitude was very arrogant.
This time she came again, and she came as a true immortal, but her attitude was completely different from the previous two times.
Looking at the small flying boats coming and going in Lingxia Mountain, Xue Qingxia couldn't help but sigh, the weather in Lingxia Mountain is indeed much better than that of Yuhua Temple.
Not to mention those small flying boats, just talk about the monks and demon immortals from all over the world who come and go in Lingxia Mountain. Not only the real immortals, but also the Xuanxian and Taiyi Xuanxian.
And most of them came to Lingxia Mountain to buy elixirs.
The joy and pride of picking the True Immortal Dao Fruit disappeared at this moment. Xue Qingxia's floating heart immediately calmed down. Her whole temperament suddenly changed and she returned to her former composure. For a monk, this is a good thing.
"Eh? What are you doing standing outside the mountain? You want to buy fairy medicine and go inside." A kitten demon in the Void Refining Realm drove a flying boat and stopped in front of Xue Qingxia, then said to Xue Qingxia.
Xue Qingxia glanced at the little kitten demon, and immediately frowned, because she found that although the kitten demon was in the Void Refining Realm, his magic power was very weak. It was obvious that his cultivation relied entirely on pills, and there was no It has been repaired and consolidated.
So he reminded him: "Your magic power is too frivolous. Why don't you meditate for half a year to consolidate it?"
When the little cat demon heard this, he suddenly looked distressed and said: "I want to, but there are too many goods to be delivered, and I am too busy!"
When Xue Qingxia heard this, her eyes fell on the wooden boxes piled up behind the small flying boat, and she also felt the majestic spiritual energy and medicinal power on the wooden boxes.
"This...where are you going to send these elixirs?" Xue Qingxia said in surprise.
The little cat demon said: "That's a lot, but I can't tell you. We have to keep the location of the guests secret."
Xue Qingxia laughed and said, "Even if you don't say anything, you won't be able to notice those people with higher cultivation than you quietly following you."
The little cat demon nodded and said: "Yes, but we don't care about this. I can't tell you anyway."
Xue Qingxia thought for a while and said, "Then if you go out to deliver medicine, won't someone rob you?"
"Grab it!" the little cat demon said: "The cats and dogs were robbed last time, but they were snatched back by Sister Qing. Then Zhenyang Dao... or something even sent people here, but they were snatched back by Sister Qing and Sister Qing. Boss Fang and the others were scared off."
"Oh?" Xue Qingxia's eyes lit up and she asked, "Who is Mr. Fang?"
The little cat demon blinked his eyes and said: "Hongqing Master Fang Jian, there is his temple now on the main peak of Lingxia Mountain, but we all call him Boss Fang now. Sister Qing said that as long as he is here, no one dares to mess with him. Lingxia Mountain.”
"Master Hongqing?!" Xue Qingxia was really startled and asked in shock: "Is it Master Hongqing from the Heavenly Court?"
The little cat demon shook his head and said: "Then I didn't know I was here. You can go and see for yourself. I'm leaving first and I have to deliver the goods."
Xue Qingxia cupped her hands and said, "Okay, be careful on the road."
"Thank you." The little cat demon responded with a sweet smile, and then urged the small flying boat to fly out of Lingxia Mountain.
Afterwards, Xue Qingxia tidied up her appearance, then turned into a ray of fairy light and flew directly towards the main peak of Lingxia Mountain.
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"Huh? Isn't this Fellow Daoist Xue from Yuhua Temple?" Just when Xue Qingxia landed on the main peak of Lingxia Mountain, a voice suddenly came from the side.
Xue Qingxia turned around and was slightly surprised. She saw the person wearing a jade crown and a mysterious robe, with a majestic appearance and a fairy voice.
"Are you fellow Taoist Long Ruhai from Xuantu Temple?" Xue Qingxia said, looking at the Taoist in front of her.
Long Ruhai laughed, looked at Xue Qingxia and said: "I didn't expect that fellow Daoist Xue would come to Lingxia Mountain today." At this point, Long Ruhai suddenly whispered: "I heard that your Yuhua Temple does not worship Sanyang either. Patriarch?"
Xue Qingxia nodded and said: "Yesterday, the cloud situation came to my Yuhua Temple again. By the way, how is your Xuantu Temple?"
Long Ruhai's face darkened and he said: "It's the same, but the one I'm looking at from Xuan Tu is a Taiyi Xuan Immortal, who will always be ahead of us in terms of Taoism and cultivation."
Xue Qingxia asked: "Did Guanzhu Zhao agree?"
"No." Long Ruhai said proudly: "My Xuantu Temple is the Taoist biography of the ancestor of Xuantu. How can I do such a thing that betrays our ancestors and forgets our lineage?"
Xue Qingxia knew that Patriarch Xuantu had attained Taoism earlier than her ancestor, Master Yuhua, and had also gone to Fenglinzhou to practice. It seemed that he was now a great master of the Golden Immortal Taoist practice.
Xue Qingxia nodded and said: "That's right, my senior brother has long wanted to visit Xuantu Temple. I wonder if it is convenient for Master Zhao to do so?"
When Long Ruhai heard this, he immediately understood the meaning of Xue Qingxia's words, so he nodded and said, "My master also has this intention."
Xue Qingxia was overjoyed and said: "Okay, I will report back to senior brother when I get back."
Long Ruhai was also very happy, but he still said to Xue Qingxia: "We will talk about the joint efforts of our two families later, but you have to go and pay homage to the master of Lingxia Mountain first."
Xue Qingxia was very surprised when she heard this: "Worship?"
The word "worship" is not used casually. Generally, the word "worship" or "sacrifice" is only used for ancestors, ancestors or gods in heaven.
Just listen to Xue Qingxia say: "Isn't the owner of Lingxia Mountain fellow Taoist Cen Biqing?"
Long Ruhai smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist Xue, don't you know this? Although Daoist Cen Biqing is also the master of Lingxia Mountain, she is a person on the stage, and there are people behind the scenes in Lingxia Mountain. "
"The person behind the scenes?" Speaking of this, Xue Qingxia suddenly became energetic and asked Long Ruhai quickly: "Who is it?"
Long Ruhai pointed to a solemn and tall temple to the north of the main peak and said: "Hongqing Zhenren Fangjian!"
Xue Qingxia was shocked when she heard this and asked, "Could it be Fang Jian, the Hongqing master from the Heavenly Court?"
"Exactly." Long Ruhai said: "It was only when I saw this temple today that I realized that the people in Lingxia Mountain were originally gathered together by Master Hongqing."
"So that's it!" Jin Xian didn’t dare to offend easily.
Of course, Patriarch Sanyang of Zhenyang Dao Palace can also be regarded as a Taoist monk, but he does not have the Taoist biography of a great Taoist monk.
After hearing Long Ruhai's words, Xue Qingxia immediately went to the Hongqing Temple to worship Fang Jian, and then went to see Cen Biqing with Long Ruhai.
At this moment, Xue Qingxia's heart was enlightened, and she confirmed that Lingxia Mountain had a great backer like Master Hongqing, and it would be easier to find a way out for Yuhua Temple in the future.
In fact, it was not just Xue Qingxia and Long Ruhai. When they met Cen Biqing, they discovered that more fellow Taoists who were unwilling to betray their ancestors and abandon their sect were looking for Cen Biqing.
Faced with Xue Qingxia and others' request to form an alliance with Lingxia Mountain, Cen Biqing did not agree and only told everyone that she would have to ask Fang Jian before she could make the decision.
Of course, everyone also understood that Fang Jian was the final decision-maker in Lingxia Mountain, so they were not impatient and left Lingxia Mountain after each of them presented the rare treasures in the temple to Cen Biqing.
