Lu Shiliu suddenly exclaimed, his face showed joy, and he looked at Yu Wenhui.
Yu Wenhui did not participate in the siege, but it still took them more than ten minutes to kill the white python. After getting the trophy, Lu Shiliu's face changed slightly, and he was filled with joy.
Yu Wenhui didn't ask him what benefits he got. He just smiled and said: "I also got the task of becoming a disciple of Qingyang Palace, but I got it from a friend. I don't know how to hook up with those Taoist priests. I wonder if Brother Lu can teach me.
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When Lu Shiliu heard that Yu Wenhui was asking about this matter, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and said: "You only need to go to Baye Zhenren and say that you want to become a monk. Don't mention learning martial arts, otherwise he will refuse
you."
Yu Wenhui cupped his hands, thanked him, and turned around with a smile. Before he had taken a few steps, he heard Lu Shiliu ask: "Is the person sharing this task Huang Tianxia?"
He secretly exclaimed: "It's so suspenseful!" Needless to say, this task must be related to Lu Shiliu, but he doesn't know whether he shared it with Huang Tianxia or Huang Tianxia shared it with him. No matter who shared it with whom, Yu Wenhui
They all felt like they had been caught "stealing stolen goods", and they left in a hurry without any explanation.
Lu Shiliu looked a little ugly and lowered his voice and said, "This guy Huang Tianxia..."
On the way back, Yu Wenhui saw Sister Xiaozhi, but he just said hello in a hurry and walked away. Sister Xiaozhi, who had planned to get through the pass this time and kill everyone in places he had never gone before, shouted in anger.
Xiao yelled: "I'm back, I won't play anymore."
Yu Wenhui even disliked the waste of effort in traveling on Qinggong, so he used a Thousand Miles Instant Card and went directly to the gate of Qingyang Palace.
It was his first time to visit this world-famous Taoist temple. He took a deep breath and was about to walk inside. A Taoist boy blocked his way and said lightly: "Donor, go buy something over there."
ticket!"
"What the hell?"
Yu Wenhui was stunned, and the little Taoist boy pursed his lips and repeated: "Donor, go buy a ticket over there!"
Yu Wenhui followed the little Taoist boy's outstretched finger and looked not far away. Sure enough, he saw a lonely pavilion at the entrance of Qingyang Palace. There were eight young and beautiful little Taoist nuns inside. They were all dignified and steady, but there were three on the pavilion.
The big characters really ruin the atmosphere.
--Ticketing--
Yu Wenhui touched his face twice to make sure that the expression on his face did not reveal the shock in his heart. He walked to the ticket booth and asked, "I don't know..."
A little Taoist nun said crisply: "The package ticket is 8,000! The entrance fee is 90. Ticket prices vary at various attractions. You can buy it according to the picture."
Only then did Yu Wenhui notice that there was a map in the ticket booth. The map marked the ticket prices of various pavilions and pavilions in Qingyang Palace. With his mental arithmetic skills that he had practiced in elementary school, he quickly figured out that all twenty
The eight attractions cost a total of 4,100 yuan. Speaking of which, the package ticket is really a huge discount. Of course, the package ticket is not without its benefits. Some attractions are marked and are only open to package holders...
"This is a black-hearted Taoist temple!"
Yu Wenhui really couldn't hold back these words. The little Taoist nun who sold the tickets couldn't help but retorted: "You are the one with a black heart!" Yu Wenhui did not dare to refute. There are many masters here in Qingyang Palace. The Eight Scenery Masters have just broken through the Eight Stars. They are fierce.
Tight, he could only sneer and say: "I am a black heart, I am a black heart, I am a black heart...Give me a package."
Most of the funds in his full-time Martial God's account were transferred to Zhang Yuxin, but he still didn't lack the ticket money. The most important thing was that he didn't know where Baye Zhenren was in the Taoist temple.
Master Ye, because he didn't buy a ticket, couldn't bear the pain of Master Baye, so he wasted his money.
Yu Wenhui paid for the package ticket, but this time the little Taoist boy did not stop him and allowed him to enter the Qingyang Palace.
The Qingyang Palace has an extremely vast terrain. As the gate of the Taoist Taiyi Sect, the sect ranks among the top twenty full-time martial arts sects. It has 18,000 disciples. In modern society, its scale is comparable to that of an ordinary university.
There are so many Taoist priests and there are not enough palaces, so naturally they cannot live there.
Yu Wenhui glanced at the map of the ticket office and was very impressed by the architecture of Qingyang Palace. After entering Qingyang Palace, he found a few Taoist priests to find out where Ba Ye Zhenren was doing the Qingyang Temple.
He asked three to five people, and finally found out that Master Baye was in the True Lord Hall, a Taoist lecture hall where thirty-one true monarchs of orthodox Taoism were enshrined. Even Taoist temples in reality did not have such a large scale or such luxurious buildings.
Yu Wenhui was curious. In addition to meeting the Eight Leaves Master, he also wanted to see the thirty-one Taoist Masters. He turned seven and eight times, relying on his quick feet, and walked for more than an hour.
I saw the building complex of Zhenjun Palace.
Among them is the largest True Sovereign Hall, which worships twenty-eight True Sovereigns. There are three smaller True Sovereign Halls on both sides, which worship the three True Sovereigns who later became gods.
When Yu Wenhui entered the Zhenjun Hall, he didn't bother to see the Zhenjun. He first looked for a Sasou Taoist priest and asked, "I wonder if Baye Zhenren can practice here?"
The Taoist priest who was sweeping was already quite old. His Taoist robes had a few patches, but they were well washed. He had a long beard and had some moral integrity, but his status was not very high. He smiled slightly.
He smiled and said, "Why are you here looking for Master Eight Leaves?"
Yu Wenhui followed what Lu Shiliu said and replied: "I am here to become a monk and learn Taoism!"
After hearing this, the Taoist priest couldn't help but smile and said: "Old man, don't try to coax me. I have always opened a large door to the palace. As long as you pay 80,000 yuan, you can enter the palace to learn Taoism. There is no need to find Baye Zhenren. If you
I want to learn martial arts, but...at my age, I can't become a disciple."
Only then did Yu Wenhui realize that Lu Shiliu had actually deceived him. After thinking for a moment, he realized that the problem must still be with Huang Tianxia. He was not ashamed and continued to ask: "Although I am older,
Why can't we learn martial arts? Even if we have no hope of winning in the arena, we can still prolong our lives!"
The Taoist priest smiled and said: "If you want to learn martial arts, you are wrong to come to see Baye Zhenren. He was secretly poisoned because of the fight in the rivers and lakes, and his martial arts was useless. If you go to him to learn Taoism, you are afraid that he will
There is a slight chance that the old man will accept you as his disciple, but...then he will no longer be allowed to learn martial arts."
Only then did Yu Wenhui understand why Lu Shiliu specifically directed him to find the Eight-leaf Master, and insisted on claiming to be a Taoist, not a martial artist. He secretly cried out in his heart: "Thankfully I asked this Sasou Taoist priest, otherwise wouldn't it be...
Are you unlucky? This guy is so evil-hearted, sooner or later I will have to give him something in return."