Yan Ling didn't move around for the next few days. He just stayed in the lounge provided by Qingfeng Temple. After replenishing his energy, he waited for the master of Qingfeng Temple to leave.
He was not afraid that the master of Qingfeng Temple would not agree to his request. He said that the discussion was just to avoid harming the harmony and not arousing the fear of the Taoist sect. However, this did not mean that Yan Ling was afraid of the Taoist sect.
Moreover, the master of Qingfeng Temple also knows that the more advanced a cultivator is, the more determined his will will be. Once he has determined something, it will be difficult to change it.
Since he has made it clear that he wants to study the magic of divine passages, Master Qingfeng Temple will naturally understand Yan Ling's determination.
In this way, a few days flew by.
On this day, when Yan Ling was meditating in the lounge of Qingfengguan Guest Hall, the breath of Wanqing pine suddenly appeared outside the lounge.
Sensing this aura, Yan Ling opened his eyes instantly, and sharp light suddenly shone from the depths of his pupils. Then he regained his composure, and his dark pupils looked increasingly deep and charming.
"Friend Daoist Yan, the master of the temple invites you."
Wang Qingsong stood slightly cautiously outside Yan Ling's lounge, apparently knowing from Xuan Mingzi that Yan Ling's cultivation was even more terrifying than he imagined.
Facing such a strong man, even Wan Qingsong, as a genius disciple of Qingfeng Temple, had to treat him with caution.
Yan Ling pushed open the door to the lounge, looked at Wan Qingsong with a smile and said, "Fellow Taoist, please lead the way!"
"Please follow Pindao!"
Wan Qingsong and Yan Ling left the Guest-welcoming Hall and walked along a stone staircase towards the top of Qingfeng Mountain, where the master of Qingfeng Temple Xuan Xuzi was waiting.
Although Qingfeng Mountain is majestic and tall, as practitioners, Wan Qingsong and Yan Ling did not take much time to reach the top of the mountain.
When they reached the top of the mountain, what appeared in front of Yan Ling was a palace that was even more grand than the Guest-welcoming Hall. On the palace plaque were written three seal characters of "Qingfeng Guan".
The seal script is written like a dragon and snake, wild and majestic, with a compelling artistic conception that impacts the minds of those who are watching. It seems that it was written by a powerful person of the generation, but I don’t know whether this person is the master of Qingfeng Temple or the ancestor of Qingfeng Temple.
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But no matter who wrote these three seal scripts, Yan Ling did not dare to underestimate Qingfeng Guan in the slightest.
Just from these three characters, we can know that Qingfeng Guan must have produced a peerless strong man, and his cultivation level is probably more profound than the current Yan Ling. Even if he is not an immortal, it is not much different.
When you walk into the main hall, the first thing you see is the huge statue of the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty. In front of the Sanqing Dynasty is a large altar table, on which some spiritual fruits are worshiped, and the incense is rising.
"Is this fellow Taoist Yan Ling from overseas?"
There were several futons in front of the offering table, with six old Taoist priests sitting on them. Among them, Xuan Mingzi, who had met Yan Ling, sat on them and looked at him with a smile.
The person who spoke was the person in the center of the futon. He was an old Taoist priest with a divine light in his eyes and a refreshing breeze on his body. His body was covered with a navy blue Taoist robe, which gave him the air of an immortal.
"It's me. Compared to this one, I think he is the master of Qingfeng Temple. When I saw him today, he was indeed very immortal." Yan Ling cupped his hands and replied.
These six old Taoist priests are not simple. Even the weakest among them, Xuan Mingzi, has the cultivation of the peak realm of refining the spirit and returning to the void. The others are all strong men in the practice of refining the void and combining the Tao. Among them, the master of Qingfeng Temple gave Yan Ling
It feels like it has reached the peak state of Lianxu Hedao.
It is indeed the most famous Taoist temple in Fuzhou, and its strength is indeed astonishing. This is just the strength shown on the surface, but it is already so terrifying.
If you add in the hidden old monster, I'm afraid Qingfengguan's strength will increase several times, which is really awe-inspiring.
And from the strength of Qingfeng Temple, it is not difficult to see how many masters there are in the world, and what unfathomable strength those Taoist holy places that are more famous than Qingfeng Temple must have!
"It seems that it is quite difficult to conquer the world!" Yan Ling thought to himself as he looked at the people in the Qingfeng audience under the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty.
Of course, just like this, the blood in Yan Ling's body began to boil. Knowing that there were so many masters in the world, he wished he could immediately divide himself into countless and go to challenge all around.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Yan deserves the award."
Xuan Xuzi, the master of Qingfeng Temple, chuckled and said: "Pin Dao, fellow Taoist Yan, already knows the purpose of coming. Fellow Taoist wants to see the magical powers of Qingfeng Temple. Pindao should satisfy his fellow Taoist."
"So, thank you very much, Master."
Yan Ling laughed immediately when he heard this, and a strong fighting spirit rose in his eyes involuntarily. He looked at the six old Taoist priests and said, "I wonder which fellow Taoist can give me some advice?"
Xuan Xuzi stroked his long beard, flicked the dust in his hand, and slowly stood up and said: "Fellow Taoist Yan has a profound cultivation, but these junior fellow apprentices like Pindao are far from rivals of you. In this case, it is natural for Pindao to compete with you."
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"That would be perfect!"
Yan Ling was overjoyed. He was previously worried that Xuan Xuzi was unwilling to take action, so he was wondering if he should scare the other party first before stimulating Xuan Xuzi to take action!
"Fellow Daoist Yan, please come with me!"
Xuan Xuzi stepped out of the hall first, greeted Yan Ling, then turned into a stream of light and went deep into the Qingfeng Mountain Range. Yan Ling followed immediately without hesitation.
"It seems that this fellow Taoist from overseas is more powerful than we thought!"
Following Yan Ling, the five elders of Qingfeng Temple also flew up together. They recalled the powerful aura when the fighting spirit bloomed in Yan Ling's eyes, and they couldn't help but shudder in their hearts.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, the power of our supernatural powers is astonishing. Once we let go of our hands and feet to compete, the destructive power will be too great. So I put the competition place here. Fellow Taoist, I think you won't mind, right?" Xuan Xuzi stopped between the three mountains.
After stopping, he turned around and said to Yan Ling who was following closely.
Yan Ling glanced around and found that the three mountains were radiant with divine light and were distributed in a pattern of three talents. However, the abyss surrounded by the mountains was filled with demonic energy, which seemed to be a place to suppress evil spirits.
"Of course I don't mind!"
Yan Ling smiled, but was secretly frightened in his heart. The place seemed peaceful, but the demonic energy under the abyss was constantly attacking the sky. He thought it was because the demon below wanted to break through the seal.
"Fellow Taoist, aren't you afraid that our battle will affect the seal here? If I accidentally release the evil spirit below, my sin will be huge."
Xuan Xuzi smiled and shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, the seal here was placed by my Qingfengguan Patriarch, so it won't be destroyed that easily!"
"That's good!"
Yan Ling nodded, and the next moment, he suddenly shouted: "Look at the boxing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Ling took action boldly, punching out, causing the earth to tremble, and boundless power gathered on his fist, shaking the void.
"Good boxing skills!"
A flash of light flashed in Xuan Xuzi's eyes, and he waved his long sleeves. Suddenly, there was a breeze swaying, which actually smoothed the vibrations in the void.
As the breeze turned, it actually began to consume the violent power in Yan Ling's fist. When Yan Ling's fist appeared next to Xuan Xuzi, most of the violent power had been dissipated.
Peng!
Xuan Xuzi's Taoist robe flashed with green light, and a layer of gleaming light immediately blocked Yan Ling's violent bombardment.
And this is not over yet, with a pinch of Xuan Xuzi's magic formula, the navy blue Taoist robe suddenly became windless, and the gleaming light shield shone in the void. In an instant, the light shield began to vibrate at a high frequency.