"Xiao Maoshan!" Qin Ming suddenly looked up and glanced at the middle-aged man with purple beard, with a hint of doubt still flashing in his eyes.
"If you don't believe it, then take a good look at this token." The middle-aged man with purple beard took out a token and threw it over. It was almost exactly the same as the token of the abbot of Chunqiu Temple.
"This is indeed the token of Xiao Maoshan. I have seen it in the sect's classics. Qin Guan greets the senior. Please forgive me for my previous impoliteness!" Qin Ming took the token and looked at it carefully. He held it up with both hands and handed it back respectfully. There was no more doubt in his expression, and he said in panic.
The events of Xiao Maoshan are recorded in the Chunqiuguan classics. This identity token is absolutely genuine and not a forgery.
"No need to be polite, just take me to meet the Taoist friend behind." Seeing Qin Guan's look, Chen Shiyuan nodded with satisfaction, took back the token and said.
"Yes, senior, please follow me." Qin Ming brought Chen Shiyuan to the back mountain, outside Shen Luo's cave.
The strange blue light that shot up into the sky did not last long and disappeared, but a large amount of white fog appeared around the cave, layer upon layer, submerging the cave and the surrounding mountains.
Qin Ming tried to get closer, but the white mist was filled with a strong resistance and he could not move forward after walking only one or two feet.
He became anxious and opened his mouth to shout.
"The fellow Taoist in front of us has just broken through the realm and seems to be consolidating his cultivation, so he has activated the protective ban outside. Let's wait here for a while." Chen Shiyuan raised his hand to stop Qin Ming.
"Okay." Qin Ming naturally had no objection.
"We have nothing to do now, Master Qin, why don't you tell us about the origins of this Taoist friend? Could he be a senior from Chunqiu Temple?" Chen Shiyuan said with a smile.
The white fog restriction in front was extremely mysterious. Even with his vision and experience, he could not figure out its origin at all. His evaluation of the person inside became higher and his tone of voice became more polite.
"Senior, please don't address me like that. Just call me Qin Ming. As for the person in the cave, the person is a junior fellow of mine from back then, named Shen Luo. He has been traveling outside for many years. I don't know what kind of adventure he encountered, but his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. He just came back a few days ago." Qin Ming did not hide anything and told everything he knew.
"What! He is your junior fellow apprentice? From your perspective, your life span is no more than 200 years. Could it be that your junior fellow apprentice has cultivated to the middle stage of Mahayana in just 200 years?" Chen Shiyuan was shocked and exclaimed.
Qin Ming's cultivation was low and weak. Although he also felt that Shen Luo's cultivation was improving very quickly, he did not quite understand how amazing the speed was. Seeing Chen Shiyuan like this, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart.
What the two of them didn’t know was that Shen Luo had been sleeping for a hundred years. If they knew, they would be extremely surprised.
After all, Chen Shiyuan was a Mahayana cultivator, so his expression quickly regained its composure. He looked at the cave shrouded in white mist, pondering in silence.
"Senior, I wonder why you come to Chunqiu Temple this time?" Qin Ming looked at Chen Shiyuan, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked.
"It's nothing serious. I'm following the name of the headmaster of Xiao Maoshan to check on the situation of those branches that are scattered outside." Chen Shiyuan said casually without even looking at Qin Ming.