"I have been concentrating on cultivation all these years and have no interest in managing a sect. If Senior Brother Qin refuses again, I will have to leave here. As for the Pure Yang Treasure Book, as long as I am here, naturally no one will dare to take it away." Shen Luo waved his hand and said.
Seeing that Shen Luo insisted, Qin Ming had no choice but to take the jade pendant as he asked.
The three of them then entered the Chunqiu Temple. Shen Luo paid homage to the tablets of the ancestors of the Chunqiu Temple and chatted with the two for a while, learning about each other's experiences over the years.
According to Qin Ming, he was out of town when the Chunqiu Temple was destroyed, and luckily escaped the disaster. When he returned to the sect, the Chunqiu Temple no longer existed.
He searched for the remaining fellow disciples near the sect and met a wisp of his great-grandmaster's soul that was about to dissipate in a valley. His great-grandmaster taught Qin Ming the Pure Yang Sword Technique and asked him to preserve the Chunqiu Temple's Taoist tradition at all costs.
"So your Pure Yang Sword Technique was passed down to you by your great-grandmaster, no wonder." Shen Luo suddenly realized.
But what is strange is that the uncle-master did not mention to Qin Ming that he had taken away the Pure Yang Book.
Shen Luo thought about it for a moment and quickly understood that his uncle was making preparations for both situations. He and Qin Ming did not know each other's situation. Even if there was a problem on either side, the Taoist tradition of Chunqiu Temple could continue.
Shen Luo also briefly recounted his experiences over the years, of course, omitting a lot of content and some things that were inconvenient to talk about.
Even so, the rich and colorful experience still left Qin Ming and Zhou Fu stunned.
Time passed quickly and the sky soon brightened.
Qin Ming and Zhou Fu had experienced a fierce battle last night and had not slept all night, so they were both a little sleepy.
"You don't have to accompany me, go down and have a rest." Shen Luo said with a smile and stood up.
"Junior Brother Shen, where are you going?" Seeing Shen Luo was about to leave, Qin Ming stood up hurriedly.
Now the hope for the revival of Chunqiu Temple lies with Shen Luo, so he can't help but be nervous.
"Brother Qin, don't worry. I'm not leaving. I just like quietness. I'm going to open a cave in the back mountain to practice. Come to me if you have anything." Shen Luo said.
"Okay, Junior Brother Shen, just focus on your cultivation and leave the other chores to me." Qin Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Luo and Qin Ming talked a few more words and soon arrived at the back mountain.
He widened the stone cave where the jade pillow was originally buried and turned it into a cave residence. He then took out several sets of magic array instruments and arranged them around the cave residence, including the Yin-Yang Microdust Illusion Array.
After doing all this, Shen Luo sat down in the cave with peace of mind, closed his eyes and adjusted his state.
After a long time, he opened his eyes, took out the jade bottle containing two drops of nectar, and practiced an unnamed technique to absorb the spiritual power of water contained in it.
Strands of blue light poured out from the bottle and continuously penetrated into the body.
A hint of blue light also appeared on Shen Luo's body, which quickly became denser and soon submerged his body.
Time flies quickly, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside the cave, the blue light on Shen Luo's body grew ten times brighter, looking like a small blue sun, completely covering his body.
Powerful waves of magical power continued to spread out from it, forming waves of blue light like sea waves, spreading around.
At this moment, a blue light like a small sun suddenly flashed, and then penetrated into the interior.