Master Xu Ping, Taoist Priest Yuan Shen was traveling, and the situation was unpredictable. Chu Chen had no good plan for a while.
He chatted with Qingying for half an hour in the Dilongkeng Ghost Market. Using the escape technique of Yuan Shen Travel, he had already escaped thousands of miles.
In such a vast world, trying to find Master's traveling soul is nothing more than a dream, and it is simply impossible.
What Chu Chen can do now is to physically protect his master so that he can receive him in time when his soul returns.
Chu Chen comforted the little devil and prayed secretly:
"I hope Master Jiren will have his own destiny."
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Thousands of miles away, there are vast green forests and high mountains.
Among the rolling mountains, there is an unknown mountain, which the nearby villagers call "Lingshan".
According to legend, there was once a group of Taoist cultivators and latent cultivators in Lingshan.
In the past, when villagers encountered evil spirits and strange things, the first thing they did was not seek help from the local ghosts and gods department, but seek help from experts in the Lingshan Mountains. Villagers from all over the country praised the Lingshan Sect.
However, in recent years, practitioners in the mountain have been closed off and cannot leave. Lingshan is no longer a "spirit" place and has become an ordinary mountaintop in eight villages for ten miles.
The vegetation is lush, wild animals are rampant, and there are no more "miraculous signs".
"What a big change."
Clouds formed on the soles of Xu Ping's feet and he was hidden in the clouds and mist. Looking at the familiar village at his feet, he was filled with emotion.
He grew up in the Lingshan sect. When he was a Taoist boy, he often followed the elders of the sect to exorcise evil spirits, catch ghosts and subjugate demons for the villagers.
To this day, he can still recognize many villagers.
It's a pity that things have changed and people can never go back.
Taoist Xu Ping shook his head, dispelling the yellowing memories in his mind, and stepped into Lingshan Mountain with one step.
If the water is not deep, there will be a dragon. If the mountain is not high, there will be an immortal.
The ancestral land of the Lingshan Sect is not a blessed land, nor is it a land of spiritual veins. It is ordinary and nothing extraordinary. At most, the spiritual energy is stronger than outside.
Taoist Master Xu Ping arrived at the gate of the mountain with ease, and with the magic formula in hand, he easily entered the mountain-protecting formation and entered the ancestral court of the Lingshan Sect.
Lingshan Sect is a small sect, but in the mountain gate there are palaces, clean rooms for practice, spiritual fields... everything.
Even though Sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. Lingshan Sect has everything that a sect should have.
However, the entire Lingshan Sect was in ruins, with overgrown weeds and moss covering the ground, giving people a miserable and lonely feeling.
"Sigh~ If there wasn't something wrong with the Lingshan Sect's fundamental practice method, it wouldn't be so deserted."
Taoist Xu Ping couldn't help but sigh.
Today, stimulated by his apprentice's spiritual practice, he decided to go out for a walk, clear away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and regroup and practice hard. Unexpectedly, he unknowingly wandered to Lingshan Mountain.
Xu Pingdao stretched his legs and began to wander aimlessly, looking at things, thinking about people, and recalling the past.
Unknowingly, he came to Lingshan Palace.
Lingshan Hall is the ancestor hall of the Lingshan Sect. The hall is dedicated to the founders of the Lingshan Sect such as Sanqing Patriarch, Lingshan Patriarch, and Mr. Guigu. It is the most important, solemn and sacred place of the Lingshan Sect.
"Disciple Yunshui pays homage to all the ancestors!"
Taoist priest Xu Ping knelt down on the futon in front of the hall and bowed deeply.
Before traveling to Lingshan Mountain, he was full of disappointment and pressure that his apprentice was about to catch up with him. However, after revisiting the dilapidated and desolate mountain gate of Lingshan Mountain, all the distracting thoughts in his heart were suddenly wiped away.
The face of being a master is small, but the future of Lingshan Sect is big.
Thinking of this, Taoist Xu Ping, who had a sad face, showed a faint smile and said:
"Dear Patriarchs, my disciples are shouldering the great task of rebuilding the Lingshan Mountain. They feel quite pressured and depressed. Fortunately, I accidentally rescued the young man a few years ago. This boy has enlightened Su Hui, has extraordinary talents, and has extraordinary luck..."
"Thanks to my disciple, I have perfected the practice method [Hunyuan Xuan Gong], and my Taoist cultivation has broken through the seventh-grade Taoist practice in one fell swoop, which is not as good as the sixth-grade Taoist realm. Next, I am afraid that the fifth-grade Taoist practice will not be a problem... "
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"It is also a happy worry. My disciple's Taoist practice has improved too fast. Not to mention his excellent talent, he has many adventures. His Taoist practice is almost catching up with mine..."
In front of the Patriarch's Hall, Taoist Master Xu Ping rambled on, recounting the recent events of his generation's New Lingshan Sect, and reported to the Patriarchs in front of the hall.
At first, Taoist Xu Ping still had a sad look on his face. As he spoke, his tone couldn't help but become lighter, and his words became a little more relaxed.
The main hall was empty, with only the lingering voice of Taoist Xu Ping echoing.
Suddenly, an old voice sounded in the hall.
"Yunshui boy, you have done a good job. Practice well and don't think too much."
These words that came out of nowhere immediately startled Taoist Xu Ping. He did not perform any religious rituals, but just confided.
If there is a sudden sound in the hall, there is only one possibility - there is someone in the hall!
After being surprised, Taoist priest Xu Ping's face was full of surprise and he looked around:
"Master, are you back?"
In the blink of an eye, an old Taoist with white hair and a childish face walked in from outside the hall.
Although the steps were full, he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.
The old Taoist categorically denied: "No, no, no, boy, I am not your master."
Taoist Master Xu Ping looked around at the person who came, and it was true that he did not match the master in his impression. However, he did not rule out that he had used a secret technique, and it was difficult to tell from his appearance and aura.
"Then which master-uncle are you, or which master-uncle are you?"
After Xu Ping finished speaking, he bowed with great excitement, looking quite excited.
At that time, the Lingshan sect encountered a big change, and a big problem arose in the practice of Kung Fu. The entire Lingshan sect had to cut off its wrists. In order not to cause trouble to the sect, the older generation of Lingshan sects fled one after another, hiding their names and completely cutting off all ties with them. Contact with the Lingshan Sect.
As a result, the small sect that used to be small in Japan suddenly had only three or two big cats and kittens left, and the huge burden of reviving the Lingshan sect suddenly fell on him.
Previously, Xu Ping inherited and supported the Lingshan Sect alone. No matter how difficult it was, he sustained it.
But now, seeing the elders of the master's sect, who are tough men, the tenderness in my heart was suddenly stirred.
Seeing Xu Ping's excitement, the fair-faced Taoist shook his head:
"Boy, I am not a senior of your Lingshan Sect. You have recognized the wrong person."
Xu Ping was stunned, wasn't he a senior of the Lingshan sect?
"You are not an elder of Lingshan, then why do you appear at the gate of Lingshan."
The old Taoist with a crane-haired boy's face stroked his beard: "Your master and I are close friends of life and death. You also know that it is inconvenient for him to return to Lingshan, so he entrusted me to come back and take a look, and bring something to you guys by the way."
Xu Ping didn't believe this statement, but he didn't argue. Instead, he asked:
"Senior, where are my master and the elders of Lingshan right now?"
"Hey, idiot, what's the point of asking? Since then, they have all been expelled from the mountain sect and are no longer members of the Lingshan sect."
After the crane-haired child-faced boy finished speaking, he saw Xu Ping staring at him blankly, unmoved, and sighed and said:
"Forget it, it doesn't hurt to tell you and listen."
After finishing speaking, the old Taoist with white hair and childlike face looked at the sky and said leisurely:
"Some of them became demons and died, while others continued to practice as masters of witches and witches. They planted golden lotuses in the fire, and each of them gained some fame. They lived a happy life. It's just because of you, kid..."
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