Master Xu Ping, Taoist Priest Yuan Shen was traveling, and the disaster was unpredictable. Chu Chen didn't have a 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 his soul in time when he 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 steep mountains.
Among the rolling mountains, there is an unknown hilltop, 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 go to the local ghosts and gods department, but seek help from the experts in Lingshan Mountain. 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 luxuriant, wild beasts are rampant, and there are no more "miracles".
"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 have changed, and we 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 dragons and spirits; if the mountains are not high, if there are immortals, they will be famous.
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 a bit richer than outside.
Taoist priest 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.
The Lingshan sect is a small sect, but there are palaces, clean rooms for practice, and spiritual fields in the mountain gate... everything.
Although 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, lonely and desolate feeling.
"Sigh~ If there wasn't something wrong with the Lingshan sect's fundamental practice, 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 walk 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 Sanqing Dynasty, Lingshan Patriarch, Mr. Guigu and other Lingshan Sect founders. It is the most important, solemn and sacred place of the Lingshan Sect.
"Disciple Yunshui pays homage to all the ancestors!"
Taoist 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 mind 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 looked sad, showed a faint smile on his face 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 level 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, and his Taoist practice has almost caught up with me..."
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 boyish 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, kid, I am not your master."
Taoist Xu Ping looked around at the person who came, and it was true that he did not match the master in his impression. However, it could not be ruled out that he had used a secret technique, which was difficult to distinguish 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.
Connections with the Lingshan Sect.
As a result, the once small sect 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. No matter how difficult it was, he supported it.
But now, seeing the elders of the sect, who are tough men, the tenderness in my heart was suddenly stirred.
Seeing Xu Ping's excitement, the old Taoist with gray hair and boyish face shook his head repeatedly:
"Boy, I am not a senior of your Lingshan Sect. You have mistaken me for the wrong person."
Xu Ping was stunned, wasn't he a senior of the Lingshan sect?
"You are not an elder of Lingshan, so why did 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 not convenient for him to return to Lingshan, so he entrusted me to come back and take a look, and bring something to you guys."
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 childish face looked at the sky and said leisurely:
"Some of them became demons and died, while others continued to control witches, practice witches, and plant golden lotuses in the fire. Each of them achieved some fame and life, but they are living a happy life. It's just because of you, kid..."