Of course, the little Taoist priest understood Qin Xian's purpose of becoming a disciple, and he also hated the move of the Corpse Suppressing Sect.
He was taught by an old Taoist priest since he was a child that those who cultivate immortality have the ability to open up mountains and seas, and they should bring benefits to the people, avoid disasters, and prevent disasters.
This move of the Corpse Suppressing Sect runs counter to the purpose of cultivating immortals. Not to mention the young Taoist priests who hate this Corpse Suppressing Sect with bitter hatred, even the world of immortal cultivation cannot tolerate the Corpse Suppressing Sect's disregard for human life.
It's just that the little Taoist priest has never had anyone kneel down before him. Now that he was being knelt down by someone older than himself, he seemed a little flustered. He hurriedly helped Qin Xian up and said:
"Xiao Dao is not qualified to accept disciples. Let me see it this way. You come back to Dao Immortal Temple with me first, and then I will ask the master. As for whether he will accept you or not, it depends on your destiny!"
"Thank you, Master Immortal!" Qin Xian said and knelt down again.
The little Taoist priest hurriedly stopped me and said, "Don't kneel down all the time. Also, my Dharma name is changed to Chen Jing, so don't call me Immortal Master or Immortal Master. It's so awkward!"
Qin Xian suppressed the hatred and sadness in his heart and said solemnly: "Qin Xian, a young man, thank you so much for Taoist Chenjing's kindness! If you have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely repay you!"
Chen Jing waved his hand, looked at the corpses of Qin Xian's parents in the courtyard, and said in a soft tone: "Let's go back to Daoxian Temple after our father and mother's funeral arrangements have been taken care of!"
Qin Xian naturally had no objection.
With the help of Chen Jing, a cultivator of immortality, 896 tombstones, including those belonging to Qin Xian's parents, were erected on their respective graves. The corpses of the deceased were also freed from corpse poison by Chen Jing. To avoid corpse transformation.
However, what made Qin Xian a little confused was that among the nearly 900 corpses, there were no children born on the same year, month and day as him.
Qin Xian and Chen Jing only built graves and erected monuments for the victims of Suiyuan Town. As for the other towns in Lianhua County, they did not do much because Chen Jing was not the only immortal cultivator in Lianhua County at the moment. It was obviously the Corpse Suppressing Sect who had done this, which alarmed many immortal cultivating sects.
Seeing that everything was over, Chen Jing took Qin Xianyu Changhong and left this lifeless town.
In the sky, Qin Xian looked down at the small town of Suiyuan that had lost its former vitality. He suppressed the dizziness caused by the high altitude and secretly swore in his heart:
"The Corpse Suppression Sect! From the poor blue sky to the underworld, I, Qin Xian, am determined to destroy your sect and kill everyone, with blood flowing like a river!"
…
Above the sea of clouds, coffins of different shapes were flying through the air. Because the speed was so fast, the whistling sound was endless.
"Speed up, we must leave Nanmengzhou before dark, and there will be elders from the sect to meet us then!"
The speaker was an old man with a long face who was flying at the front of the team. He was standing on the back of a blue-black winged beast. There were several boys and girls beside him who had already fainted.
These teenagers were pale and about twenty years old. Although they had fainted, their slightly immature faces revealed deep fear.
The long-faced old man used his magic power to pull the teenagers beside him to prevent them from falling into the clouds, and then glanced anxiously at the coffin team behind him.
There are two people riding on each coffin. The former are mostly a weak-headed boy and a peach-plum girl who are the same as those beside the long-faced old man. Their eyes are closed tightly and their faces are pale.
The latter are wearing strange-looking masks, and their hands are wrapped around the boy and girl in front of them, obviously to prevent the former from falling.
"Yes! Elder Song Qing!" The masked men riding behind the coffin agreed in unison, and the speed of the entire team suddenly increased.
This group of people were the disciples of the Corpse Suppression Sect who massacred all the mortals in Lianhua County.
The coffins that these disciples of the Corpse Suppression Sect ride on are their natal magic weapons, and the ones lying in the coffins are their natal corpse puppets whose lives are related to each other.
Song Qinggui is the elder of the Corpse Suppression Sect, and his natal corpse puppet is naturally different from ordinary disciples. The winged beast under his feet is the Shusi beast natal corpse puppet that Song Qing has sacrificed and refined for more than a hundred years. It has an eagle-winged horse body and is extremely powerful in combat. powerful.
Standing on the back of Shusi Beast, Song Qing looked at the pale young men and thought in his heart:
"Those old immortals in the sect don't know what happened, so why did they kidnap these babies with no trace of cultivation?
He actually wanted to extract all the essence and blood from his clan members, but this would inevitably lead to a crime of killing, so he might as well just kill them all. They were all ants and mortals, so it didn’t matter if they were killed!
I just want to let those hypocrites who claim to be famous and upright know that some changes will inevitably happen, so they should return to the clan as soon as possible! "
Thinking like this, Song Qing's eyes involuntarily turned to the northwest of Nanmengzhou.
Following Song Qing's gaze through the clouds, thousands of miles away, there was a steep mountain peak shrouded in clouds and mist, with a white head and silver cladding.
On the top of the mountain, stands a simple Taoist temple. On the lintel of the Taoist temple are two golden dragon reliefs. A huge plaque with three golden characters "Tao Xian Temple" hangs between the two dragons, as if they are guarded by the golden dragons.
Inside the temple is a golden statue of a god with a majestic figure and handsome appearance.
Everyone in this world knows that God exists, is supreme and unique, is higher than the immortals who cultivate immortality, and is also higher than heaven and earth.
All the temples and Taoist temples in this world worship only this golden statue of God, the only true god, and the name of this god only has one word, and that is - "God"!
In the temple, the old Taoist priest sat on the futon in front of the statue, with his back to Chen Jing, after listening to his report to Lianhua County, and then sighed meaningfully:
"Corpse Suppression Sect!? Haha, after twenty years of patience, I finally can't sit still anymore!"
"Twenty years?"
Chen Jing scratched his head, a little confused. He didn't know what the old Taoist priest was talking about. However, before he could ask any questions, Qin Xian beside him knelt heavily on the ground and said:
"The old immortal master is here. Xiaosheng Qin Xian, I implore the old immortal master to accept the young student as his disciple and teach him the method of cultivating immortality!"
After saying this, Qin Xian banged his head and kowtowed, and blood immediately flowed from his forehead.
Seeing this, Chen Jing also knelt down and begged the old Taoist priest:
"Master! It's really pitiful that Qin Xian is in such a big trouble. Just accept him. The disciples also saw it on the way back. Qin Xian's bones are the best choice!"
The old Taoist priest looked at Qin Xian casually, stroked his beard and said:
"The root bones are indeed excellent, but our lineage of Taoist Immortal Sect is passed down from generation to generation. Now that I have accepted a disciple, I will naturally not accept anyone else!"
After hearing this, Qin Xian seemed to have had all his energy sucked out of his body, and he knelt down on the ground with a pale face, disappointment and helplessness lingering in his heart.
Immediately, streams of light emerged from Qin Xian's body and penetrated into the impermanence seal between Chen Jing's eyebrows.
Seeing this scene, Chen Jing stood up, shook the old Taoist priest's arm, and said coquettishly:
"Master, please think of a way to help Qin Xian. Disciple, please, okay..."
Although Qin Xian felt a little nauseous about this eye-catching scene, he still looked at the old Taoist priest with hope.
"That's it! That's it!"
The old Taoist priest stood up helplessly and said:
"Tianji Valley will be here in two months. It will be the thousandth birthday of your master nephew Kong Lingzi. You can go there on behalf of your master. It's time for you to go down the mountain for training. Let's count the time. The Tianji lineage and their Diji lineage haven’t moved around for several years!”
"Wait a minute! Master, are you right? A thousand years old? Master nephew?" Chen Jing looked shocked.
The old Taoist priest replied: "In our Taoist Immortal Sect, we only care about seniority, age, and cultivation level. You don't have to be polite when you arrive at Tianji Valley. Except for those few unborn Supreme Elders, the entire Tianji Valley is yours." disciples and followers!"
Chen Jing was quite stunned, but there was still a hint of excitement in his eyes.
The old Taoist priest added: "At that time, you can take this little guy to Tianji Valley and ask them to find someone to take it in!"
Hearing this, Qin Xian and Chen Jing were both overjoyed.
"Very few people know that our Taoist Immortal Sect has the theory of Tianji and Earthly Secrets. Although Tianji Valley is called Tianji, it is actually a lineage of Earthly Secrets. It can be regarded as an outer disciple of our sect. As for the lineage of Tianji, it is your teacher. There are two disciples, and due to the restrictions of heaven, my Tianji lineage can only be passed down from generation to generation!"
As the old Taoist priest spoke, he took out a palm-long sword-shaped token, handed it to the young Taoist priest, and explained:
"This is the Dao Immortal Order, a symbol of my Tianji lineage. Kong Lingzi will recognize it when he sees it. In addition, the Dao Immortal Order is one of the few supreme magic weapons in the world. I will officially pass it on to you today. Don't you want it?" Destroyed its name!"
Upon hearing the four words "Supreme Magic Weapon", Chen Jing's eyes immediately shone brightly.
Chen Jing heard from his master in his early years that the weapons used by immortal cultivators can be roughly divided into three types: magic weapons, magical weapons and Taoist weapons.
The so-called magic weapons are the inferior weapons used by ordinary low-level immortal cultivators. Regardless of their quality, they are collectively called magic weapons. In addition, those immortal supplies with special purposes are also called magic weapons, such as jade slips with various functions. , boats used for flying, small flags used to adjust feng shui, compasses used to track breath, etc. are all called magic weapons.
As the mainstream weapon used by cultivators, magic weapons are divided into more detailed levels, including low-level magic weapons, intermediate magic weapons, high-level magic weapons, and supreme magic weapons.
In addition, the expendable weapon talisman made at the expense of the spirituality of the magic weapon can barely be regarded as a type of magic weapon.
Although the talisman is not high-end in the level of magic weapons, for low-level immortal cultivators, owning a talisman is tantamount to having the qualifications to fight beyond the level, because there is no threshold for using it.
As for the Taoist weapon, it is a legendary existence. Its power is so powerful that ordinary cultivators can hardly imagine it.
In this era when Taoist weapons were not born, the supreme magic weapon was the highest-level weapon in the world of immortality. Chen Jing was overjoyed to obtain this treasure. He held the Taoist Immortal Token in his hand and played with it fondly.
Seeing this scene, the old Taoist priest touched Chen Jing's head lovingly, then looked at Qin Xian who was kneeling on the ground, and said:
"In this case, this little guy is also considered a member of our Taoist Immortal Sect. In these days, it will be up to you to teach him some basic immortality cultivation methods and common sense of cultivation!"
Seeing Chen Jing nodding, the old Taoist priest said to Qin Xian:
"Revenge is certainly the right thing to do for the Son of Man, but you must not be blinded by hatred. If you fall into the devil's path, you will lose more than you gain. Stop kneeling and get up!"
"Yes, I have learned the lesson. In addition, I thanked my ancestor for his great kindness. I will never forget it!" Qin Xian kowtowed heavily again before getting up.
"Ancestor? Haha, you are right. The poor Taoist monk's name is Fu Hengzi, and everyone calls him Fu Heng Ancestor!"
(End of chapter)
