"What, you just met the Patriarch Sanjun?"
"What does Patriarch Sanjun look like? Is he as tall and kind as in the temple?"
When they heard about Yuan Xianger's adventure, everyone was very surprised. Yuan Xianger recounted everything that happened just now in detail.
"Hahaha, it's impossible, Ah Xiang, are you dreaming? How could your human gods look like a child." Wu Yuan laughed.
Of all the people present, only Qingyuan showed a surprised look, "Ah Xiang, have you really met the patriarch himself? Not many people know about this, and the statue of the patriarch enshrined in the temple today is not real. The Boundless Transcendence Technique really looked like a six- or seven-year-old child at the time of ascension."
After everyone heard his words, they believed that Yuan Xianger had just seen the incarnation of the Sanqing Patriarch under everyone's eyes.
The contact time was only a short moment, but the wonderful experience of that moment made Yuan Xianger feel like she was detached from her body, as if she had slightly touched the edge of a new realm. In an instant, you can experience the thoughts and joys and sorrows of receiving many living beings. Such a person really can no longer be called a human being. It is already a spiritual body that exists on another level. It is such a god, he told himself that your master is voluntarily trapped in Nanming, and you cannot go to him.
"Anyway, let's go up the mountain first. I'll ask our clerks to see if she knows anything?" Qingyuan saw Yuan Xianger feeling gloomy and spoke to comfort him.
While discussing this bizarre incident, everyone walked up the foot of the mountain and climbed to the col where the Taoist Temple of Qingyi Sect is located.
The stone steps up the mountain are very narrow, with green pines on both sides to welcome guests, and secluded orchids pass on fragrance. From time to time, one or two disciples from the sect can be seen coming down from the mountain. The disciples of Qingyi Sect, whether old or young, when they see Qingyuan, all turn their hands and stand respectfully on both sides of the mountain road, calling them Shishu or Shizuzu.
Qingyuan didn't put on airs and greeted them with a smile.
The Dongxuan Sect is splendid and magnificent in the Xianle Palace in Kyoto. The Qingyi religion in Kunlun Mountains is too simple and simple, with narrow mountain roads, moss steps, and red walls mottled with lacquer.
Under the steps inside the courtyard gate, several young disciples lined up to practice the most basic physical skills. Further inward is the training ground for the demons, where all the apostles are bound with the shackles of the seal, and are chained within a certain range, and they are not allowed to move freely.
Although Qingyuan has a very high rank and powerful mana within the sect, he is only obsessed with raising apostles, and ignores other trivial matters. So this training ground is the sole responsibility of his disciples.
A disciple who was going to go far, hurriedly registered outside the venue, picked up a demon, dragged him out by pulling the chain, mounted his back and flew into the sky to leave.
The young female disciple guarding the field took out a pair of sheep crutches and sat on the grass face to face with a little rabbit, laughing and laughing.
She was having a good time when she suddenly saw her master Qingyuan, who had gone far away, suddenly appeared in front of her. The female disciple was startled, stood up awkwardly, and hid the little rabbit who was playing with her behind her.
"Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have secretly released the demon again." She subconsciously admitted her mistake,
But after waiting for a long time, the master didn't reprimand him like in the past, but reached out and touched her head, and walked through with a group of strange people.
Qingyuan led Yuan Xianger and others through the place where the apostles were being held. Although he was a senior in the sect, he was all interested in the apostles, so he was only responsible for taking care of the apostles in the sect.
The large and small monsters in the field were uniformly covered with masks and chains, and they were squatting or standing in their respective corners to look at him, and none of them were dissatisfied with hatred and hatred. Only the folded-eared rabbit hiding behind the little disciple quietly exposed its head, and the red-encapsulated stone-like eyes rolled around and hurriedly retracted.
An apostle who had probably done something wrong was bound to the ground, with tiny red eyes and a piercing scream and curse. Her master, a warlock in his sixties, was standing by and launched a disciplinary contract to punish the apostles who were unwilling to tame.
It was just a little monster with very low attack power and spells. It is extremely difficult for a powerful demon to become an apostle. Even in the Qing Yi Sect, it is considered a respectable monk to have one.
If it was in the past, Qingyuan would feel that the little demon was untamed. But this time, I don't know why, looking at the monsters who were chained to the corner by chains, looking at the banshee rolling in the dust, screaming and resisting, Qingyuan suddenly felt that these things were not so natural. .
Qingyuan walked over from behind the disciple, raised his hand and gave him a head.
"Master... Master?"
The older monk was Qingyuan's apprentice and was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the young master. Not knowing what he did wrong, he hugged his head and apologized repeatedly.
"There are no more demons in the world. We only have a few apostles in total. Can't you be nice to others? What do you mean by bullying others with your hands and feet?"
Qingyuan was very unreasonable, and he gave his apprentice a lesson, and the group of apprentices and grandchildren of different ages shrank their heads and did not dare to answer.
The old apprentice didn't know why the master came back from a trip to the mountain gate, and suddenly changed his attitude. But he was raised by his master since he was a child, and he knew that his master's character had always been like this. The older he got, the more innocent and romantic he became.
He just asked, "Master, why didn't the brothers come back with you?"
Qingyuan then remembered that he was only thinking about how to improve the contractual relationship with the apostles, and had forgotten a group of apprentices in Lianghe Town.
He touched his chin awkwardly, led Yuan Xianger and the others through this area, and walked towards the yard where the Sect Master was.
Several disciples present looked at their backs and whispered together.
"Master must have forgotten about Xuji and the others on the way?"
"Who are those people, they look like demons, don't they?"
"Will the demon walk in the world without restraint and shackles like this, won't it be dangerous?"
The youngest junior sister pointed at the crowd and jumped up, "Ah, isn't that Cheng Huang? The tallest one, with blond hair, look at the mark on his forehead."
"Is Cheng Huang so handsome?" She hugged another sorceress, "Ah, this is the first time I see Cheng Huang in human form."
Cheng Huang,
That is Ah Huang, I brush him every day.
Ah Huang is so pretty.
The suppressed screams of the girls came from behind. Cheng Huang narrowed his eyes and glanced.
stupid human.
How long has he been in this place? Ten years or decades? In his tens of thousands of years of life, these really made no difference.
Noisy humans seem to be very lively, but in fact, even the old man in Qingyuan can't live for many years. In the blink of an eye, it was annihilated into ashes.
Forget it, if he is willing to unlock the chains, it is not impossible to play with them for a few years.
Yuan Xianger has been to the Xianle Palace of Dongxuan Sect. The courtyard where the head teacher Miaodao lives alone is extraordinary and elegant.
However, Yuan Xianger was a little surprised by the courtyard where the headmaster of Qingyi Sect lived. This can be said to be basically a rural vegetable garden.
There are several vegetable fields, the fence is green, and the branches of apricot blossoms protrude into the courtyard wall.
It can be said that what style of headmaster directly determines the behavior of the entire sect.
Yuan Xianger and her party were led into a wooden house that could only be regarded as clean and tidy. An old lady who had just returned from the vegetable garden walked into the house, washed her hands, and sat down on the wooden tread. He waved his hand to his apprentice to serve tea.
"Little Ayuan, it's rare that you brought a guest to me, what's the matter?" The old lady sat down on the wooden tread and waved to her apprentice to bring tea.
"Senior sister, it's like this, this little friend wants to find a way to go to Nanming." Qingyuan told Yuan Xianger's experience and request.
It was the first time Yuan Xianger had seen a female headmaster in this world, or the first time she had seen a human woman in an important position. I couldn't help but have a lot of curiosity about her.
"Why are you looking at me like this?" The plainly dressed, silver-haired old man said with a smile, "Because you think a woman shouldn't be in charge of a great sect like Qingyi Sect?"
Yuan Xiang'er said bluntly: "There is no such thing. In this era, because of their physical strength, most women have to live below men. But after cultivating and cultivating Qi, there is no significant difference between men and women. If At this time, women also instill in themselves the idea that they are not as good as men, and that is ridiculous."
The old lady laughed, "That's right, not bad at a young age. He has so many apostles. He looks at you, and he must be jealous. He's trying so hard to help you. , did you promise him anything?"
"There's nothing special about it, it's just a magic circle." Yuan Xianger didn't hesitate too much, and didn't want to use it to threaten Qingyuan again. She drew out the spiritual power with her fingertips and drew a small circle in the sky.
Qingyuan almost jumped up and circled the circle that was hovering in the air for a few times. After looking at it for a while, he still couldn't make up his mind. He turned his head in confusion and asked his head, "Senior Sister Qingmiao, this ?"
The real head teacher named Qingmiao narrowed his eyes, looked at it carefully for a long time, and said doubtfully: "This magic circle of yours is useless, and it has no restraint ability on demons."
"How can it be useless? We can know each other's location, emotions, and contact each other at any time." Yuan Xiang'er looked at the real head teacher who held the world's famous Qing Yi Sect, and turned to see clearly Yuan, "Senior Qingyuan also thinks it's useless?"
Qingyuan looked at the numerous apostles behind Yuan Xianger, thinking about getting along along the way, rubbed his hands back and forth, and said hesitantly to his senior sister, "Sister, there are fewer and fewer monsters in this world, I... I I don't think we can get along well."
The old head sat on the wooden tread, his wrinkled fingers gently rubbing the teacup in his hand, and he pondered for a long time, "A Yuan, the life span of senior sister is approaching. And you still have a long way to go. Let’s go. Sooner or later, the Qingyi Sect will be put into your hands, so you have to make up your mind and decide what path you want to take everyone on.”