Although the man in white was not very strong, he was still carrying three people, walking as fast as flying.
The whole process was done with lightness, walking on grass without even touching the ground.
He didn't say much, didn't put the three of them down, and ran all the way. By the time the sun set, he had already traveled hundreds of miles.
It wasn't until he reached the mountain gate that he put the three people down, leaning on their hips and breathing heavily.
A little Taoist boy saw the man in white coming back and happily ran over to say hello: "Uncle! You're back! The master is waiting for you on the mountain!" He turned his attention to Ruyi, the young master and the princess, eh.
He shouted: "Who are the three of them?"
The man in white said: "I went to the mountain stronghold to rescue them. Because they were delayed for some time, I have to go back again and send the bandits away. Find two people and send them up the mountain."
Ruyi and the others were completely confused, and the man in white seemed to have no idea of communicating with them.
After flying all the way, Ruyi was in shock, and finally landed on the ground with his feet. He turned to the man in white and said, "Thank you so much for saving me. I can't repay you for your great kindness!"
The man in white waved his hand indifferently: "Don't thank me, I was just passing by."
The man in white was about to fly back when he heard a bell-like voice coming from the mountain: "Wangsheng, there is no need to go back. Bring the three of them up."
Only then did Ruyi realize that the man in white was originally called Wangsheng.
Wangsheng muttered to himself: "It's really strange. Master has always been unwilling to see outsiders, why do I want to see you today?"
After saying that, regardless of the condition of the three of them, he took a breath of energy and lifted the three of them up the mountain.
The mountains are green and green, with rosy clouds coming out of the mountains and misty mist. The setting sun shines on the mountains, and the rays of light pour over the cliffs.
Dusk is approaching, the mountains and fields are vast, and a wisp of red glow gathers on the top of the mountain, which lingers for a long time.
After entering the mountain gate, Ruyi saw in a trance a smooth boulder with the word "Lao" written in cursive on it.
Her mind moved, and she probably knew where this was.
The mountains and rivers are far away, and the mountains and rivers are very long. I am afraid that this place is the place of immortality that everyone calls Mount Laoshan.
On top of thousands of bluestone steps, there stands a Taoist temple. In front of the temple is a three-legged tripod, inside which is filled with incense and filled with purple smoke.
After entering the Taoist temple, there were more people. Most of them were Taoist priests inside the temple. They all wore green robes and hats. Seeing Wangsheng carrying three people back, they all had a little surprise in their eyes.
There are three palaces in Laoshan: Yuqing Palace, Shangqing Palace, and Taiqing Palace. Among them, Taiqing Palace is the largest. Taiqing Palace is divided into Sanguan Palace, Sanhuang Palace and Sanqing Palace, with cornices and plain roofs, which is light and simple.
Wangsheng passed through the hall in front and arrived at the Ziwei Palace where Master was meditating.
"Master." Wang Sheng and the others put down their hands, walked inside, knelt down, and kowtowed three times.
I have great respect for Master.
The furnishings in the house are very simple, with an ancient book, a guqin, a tea table, and an alchemy stove, and nothing else. The owner of the house must be an elegant person.
There is a man sitting on the seat, his eyes are slightly closed, slender, and have clear outlines, as if they were carved out. He seems to be about the same age as Wangsheng, but he has white hair.
There is no tree crown on his head, and all his white hair is scattered on his shoulders. There is no trace of looseness or madness at all. On the contrary, he is extremely elegant.
She was wearing a white robe, and the fabric was old, as if it had been washed countless times, but she still looked decent and tidy.
The person whom Wangsheng calls his master is the head of Laoshan Xiaoyao Sect—Yan Xuanyi.