Following the flow of people, the four of them officially entered Qingfeng Temple. Along the way, there were hundreds of palaces, large and small, all of which were magnificent, solemn and solemn, making people feel worshiped.
The distribution of the palaces is also very regular, showing the appearance of stars over the moon, far and near, high and low, all surrounding the Sanqing Palace in the center.
As a Taoist disciple, Ding Fan did not ask for help. He took three ladies and entered several palaces in a focused manner, namely Emperor Donghua, Xuannv of the Nine Heavens and Sanqing Hall. He burned incense and bowed to show respect!
The business experience in Qingfeng Temple left Ding Fan speechless.
No matter where you go, there are Taoist priests who take the trouble to sell products, such as peace talismans, evil warding talismans, peach wood swords, house gossip plates, etc., and even the lucky Pixiu, but without exception, they are all crudely made ordinary objects.
I asked where Taoist Master Dong Lin was, but they all said they didn't know, and some even said they had never heard of him.
Chi Li bought several things without asking. Wu Yahuan even scanned the QR code in front of Sanqing Palace to donate 10,000 yuan, but also got nothing.
Although Yunmei had been here before, the reception venue at that time was the Nanji Hall. Now it was overcrowded, and Taoist Master Dong Lin was definitely not there.
"No need to ask, they are all temporary workers, they just wear Taoist robes." Ding Fan said.
"Hmph, maybe the commission is based on performance. A good Taoist temple has become a mess." Wu Yahuan said dissatisfied.
"Taoist temples and temples in the world are all similar!" Yunmei said.
Half an hour has passed, and there is no clue about Taoist Master Donglin. Everyone is a little anxious. Leng Ling'er is even more dissatisfied. She wants to go out and take a look. She will definitely be able to easily find where the Taoist is hiding, but Ding Fan doesn't agree.
For one thing, the yang energy here is strong, especially during the day, which is not good for spirit ghosts. In addition, who knows where there are experts. If Leng Ling'er is attacked and injured, Taoist Master Donglin will not take responsibility.
Unknowingly, the four of them came to the northeast corner of the Taoist temple and saw an old Taoist who was nearly sixty years old, with white beard and hair, and skinny bones. He was holding a broom and cleaning the ground carefully.
There was a plastic woven bag hanging on Lao Dao's waist, and there was a slight rattling inside. It must be an empty can he picked up.
Yun Mei glanced at Ding Fan and saw the master nodding slightly. She immediately took a step forward, cupped her hands slightly and said, "Fellow Taoist, do you know where Senior Dong Lin is now?"
The old Taoist stopped what he was doing, leaned on his broom, and said with a smile: "What a person who has the ability to maintain his appearance. The wind will leave no trace, and the years will be useless."
"Fellow Taoist, you praised me! May I ask your name?"
"Wuchen!" The old Taoist replied with two words, and then asked: "Excuse me, where does this distinguished guest come from?"
"I'm Huanyue Sect Protector Yunmei. This is Sect Leader Ding, and there are two disciples." Yunmei introduced.
Ding Fan slightly clasped his fists, Wu Yahuan and Chi Li also followed suit and made a gesture of cupping their hands.
"I've seen it! Master Ding is hiding in the city, his cultivation is unfathomable, but with this evil aura, how can he dare to set foot in Qingfeng Temple?" Old Master Wuchen's words were full of warnings.
"I have only practiced special skills, and my background is also an authentic Taoist sect." Ding Fan is neither humble nor arrogant.
This person's cultivation level is by no means inferior to that of Yun Mei. He could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with Ding Fan's aura. Moreover, he actually felt Leng Ling'er's aura, which should not be underestimated.
"He is not Wuchen, he should be called Kongchen, one of the protectors of Donglin Lao Tao." Leng Ling'er corrected.
"It seems that we have found the right person this time." Ding Fan used his consciousness to communicate with Leng Ling'er, but there was no trace on the surface.
But he was still seen through by the Kongchen Protector, and he shook his head slightly, "Master Ding, it's not polite to bring evil objects to see the leader of my faction!"
There was an evil spirit on the left and an evil thing on the right, both referring to the former headmaster. Yunmei looked sulky and her face darkened.
Chi Li was confused. Who was she talking about? Who was it?
"They have a bad mouth and they spray shit! They are the evil ones. I really want to go out and kill them!"
Being called evil, Leng Ling'er was very angry. Ding Fan quickly persuaded him: "Ling'er, don't be like him. Since we are here, we must see Taoist Priest Donglin. Only he can take us there."
Leng Ling'er expressed her dissatisfaction. If she wanted to come out, she would be able to find out Dong Lin Dao in just a few breaths.
"Kongchen Protector, I have something important to do and must meet with Taoist Priest Donglin. I am also ordered by my master. My master, Taoist Priest Shenxuan, has some friendship with your leader. Please lead the way." Ding Fan pointed out directly.
"Who is Kong Chen?" Chi Li was confused again. Seeing Yunmei and Wu Yahuan both looking at Wu Chen, she was even more confused. She rubbed her face with her hands in frustration. They all knew it, but she still didn't figure it out!
Protector Kongchen didn't speak for a long time, looked at the four of them repeatedly, and finally said: "Since Master Ding insists on carrying the spirit body, I can only help you get started. As for whether you can find the master or encounter any obstacles, I have no idea.
Responsible."
"Thank you!" Ding Fan clasped his fists again.
Picking up the broom, Kong Chen led the way, his footsteps were flying, and he couldn't hear the slightest sound of cans. He walked around most of the Taoist temple and arrived in the southwest.
There is a small palace here, called the Hall of Nothingness. The door is closed, and there is a wooden sign in front of it saying that it is not open yet.
Kong Chen stepped forward and opened the door, which almost shocked Ding Fan. It turned out to be today's high-tech fingerprint password lock!
The door opened silently to both sides. Protector Kongchen smiled and bent down to make a gesture of invitation. After the four people entered, he immediately closed the door, lest other tourists come in by mistake.
I saw from the window that Kong Chen looked back meaningfully, then carried the broom and walked away with a clattering sound.
"Damn old Taoist, making false claims!" Leng Ling'er scolded.
"He knew I was coming and did this on purpose, wanting to test whether I was capable or not," Ding Fan said.
The dignified Dharma protector is just pretending to be a pretentious person when he sweeps the trash in the Taoist temple. The real purpose is to wait for someone. In fact, it is not surprising. As the leader of a sect, Taoist Master Donglin must also have the ability to do calculations.
Evil things and so on are all excuses. The old Taoist is arrogant and does not want to meet ordinary people.
There is only one statue enshrined here, and the small sign shows that it is called Immortal Master of Nothingness. Well, Ding Fan is not very talented and has little knowledge, so he really doesn't know this god, and he may have another name.
The area of the Hall of Nothingness is only about 100 square meters. You can see through it at a glance. Of course, there is no trace of Taoist Priest Dong Lin.
Everything is clean, and someone cleans it frequently, but in this way, the traces of the design of the mechanism are covered up.
He looked up and saw a surveillance probe above the corner of the house. The red light was obvious and still on, which made people speechless. There was a possibility that Taoist Master Dong Lin was sitting in front of the surveillance screen at the moment, closely watching every move in the house.