The west side of Baishou City is different from other places. It doesn't have so many buildings. Song Yin ran quickly, and after stepping out of a street, what he saw was an empty area.
The bricks on the ground are white, different from other blue brick roads and dirt roads in the city. They appear extremely clean, as if they were paved with white jade.
The wide white jade bricks filled Song Yin's entire field of vision. Further away from the white jade bricks, there was an extremely tall white jade staircase. The staircase extended upwards and directly reached the top of the city wall. There seemed to be a small hill built there, and a huge golden palace could be seen, which was extremely magnificent.
Whether it was the boundary of the white jade bricks or the steps, people gathered there. Especially on the steps, they would kneel down and kowtow every time they climbed a step, slowly and firmly forming a long dragon on the steps.
Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizhen also arrived quickly and exclaimed in amazement when they saw the building.
There are dozens more hills than Pingdingshan!
With this place as a temple and so many mortals here, they could live ten years less.
But it is great to have such a large temple.
The two looked at each other and saw the solemnity in their expressions.
I’m afraid it’s really dangerous.
Song Yin walked over and said to the people walking in front of him, "Brother, why are so many people bowing on the steps?"
The man was wearing a jacket, a coat, and a felt hat. He was startled when he saw Song Yin's Taoist robes, but he quickly reacted and bowed, saying:
"You are an outsider, right? I am also an outsider. I heard that if you want to enter this place, you have to kowtow on every step. Only in this way can you enter the Mingtang Temple. But whether you can meet Master Pude depends on the situation, cough cough cough!"
As he spoke, the man coughed violently a few times. It seemed that he couldn't stop coughing. He coughed so hard that he bent over and covered his mouth, and his face turned pale.
Only after a burst of coughing did he stop for a while, and his palms were already covered in blood.
The man stood up, took out a towel and wiped his hands, and said, "Sorry, it's an old problem. I heard that Master Pude is very powerful and can solve anything. I wonder if he can solve my cough."
Song Yin frowned slightly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and said, "Are you worshipping the Soundless Sect?"
He was stunned for a moment, "What?"
"It's a token with a mouth."
"How do you know?"
"Understand where you are from?"
"The town of Huren in the south."
"Don't worship that token anymore. The Soundless Sect is an evil sect. If you worship it too much, you will cough like you. If I encounter it, I will definitely destroy it!"
Song Yin remembered the name, bowed, turned around and walked towards the stairs.
"Hey, hey, who are you? How come my token is evil? My cough is just an old problem."
The man stretched out his hand and called out, but there was no way he could stop him because he saw the man in extraordinary attire rushing up the stairs at an extremely fast speed. Under the surprised gazes of those who were bowing their heads, he took two steps at a time and reached the top of the stairs in three steps.
Above the steps is a square paved with white jade bricks, which is directly connected to the outside of the city wall. In the square, there are flower beds, pagodas, and an incense burner in the center with incense sticks everywhere.
In front of the incense burner, many people were kneeling and bowing their heads, chanting something sincerely.
Further ahead is the exquisite and spacious hall with a golden roof that sparkles in the sunlight. The plaque on the hall reads vigorous and powerful golden words - Mingtang Temple.
"Song Yin, the eldest disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect, is here to pay respects to the mountain!"
A loud shout rang out from the square, causing those who were bowing their heads to look sideways.
Song Yin was standing there, staring straight at the hall, and said loudly: "Song Yin, the eldest disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect, invites Master Pu De to see you!"
Still no response.
Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi were rushing over from the back at this time. Hearing the voice, Zhang Feixuan hurriedly said, "Brother, why don't we come back later? This is a big sect after all, it's normal for them not to see us."
"Yes, senior brother, medicinal herbs are important, medicinal herbs are important." Wang Qizhen echoed.
After much thought, they decided that this sect was not easy to deal with and they should avoid it if possible.
The eldest brother is powerful, that’s his business, the other two are not powerful.
They were lucky to have encountered those monsters and demons before, because the eldest senior brother could kill them. But now they have encountered a sect, and there will be other Qi-refining masters in a sect. If the eldest senior brother can't take care of them, they might be finished.
Song Yin shook his head: "Since I'm here, I must pay my respects to you. I have doubts in my heart, and I won't be willing if I don't ask them in person."
As he spoke, he took a deep breath, white gas exploded faintly around him, his chest and abdomen rose and fell, and just as he was about to continue shouting, he suddenly heard an empty voice in the hall, like the echo in a valley.
"You mortals, go back today."
Hearing the sound, the people who had been bowing their heads were all stunned, and stood up and walked away with regret on their faces. Soon, Song Yin and three others were the only ones left in the square.
"Fellow Daoist, please come into the hall and have a chat." The empty and distant voice came again, and the sound almost filled the entire square.
As the sound rang out, the smoke from the incense burner seemed to change its form and spread around. The petals in the flower bed bloomed more luxuriantly, and with the smoke, it looked like a fairy's residence.
This miracle made Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng look bitter.
This kind of sect with connections doesn't seem to be something you should mess with.
I hope they hide well and that Senior Brother can’t find them.
Otherwise, things would be very serious, at least they would be in big trouble!
Song Yin waved his sleeves, as if he could not see the magic at all, and walked straight into the hall.
The inside of this hall was different from the outside world. As soon as they entered the hall, golden light was reflected, almost making it impossible for Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi to open their eyes.
The floor was covered with a layer of gold, I don’t know if it was gold paint or gold, but the whole floor was very smooth and had no gaps.
The walls on both sides are glittering with jewels. The golden walls are dotted with various gems and engraved with some mysterious runes, and there are also engravings above and below the runes.
The carving below looks like a small door, and above it is a small platform with images of Dharma carved on it.
In the very center, there is a small hall with an inverted pagoda on the top, connecting to the ceiling above. The small hall under the pagoda is supported by two coiled dragon pillars, suspended in the air.
There was a person in the small hall, wearing clothes that looked like Taoist robes, but with a rosary hanging around his neck. His clothes were open from his left shoulder to his chest, and he had a whisk in his hand.
His hair was very strange. Although it was white, it was not silky like ordinary people's hair. Instead, it was wrapped into a ball, forming round buns, as if it was covered with white bumps.
Behind his head, there is a round golden wheel emitting light.
And where he sat was a round golden lotus platform, which was also glowing and floating in the hall.
"The magic weapon is shining!" Zhang Feixuan was shocked.
Wang Qizhen's eyes narrowed, his body tensed, and he swallowed subconsciously. He felt a chill in his heart and his whole body trembled.
“I’ve never heard of the Golden Immortal Sect.”
The man was suspended in the air, looking down at the three people below, and forming a seal with one hand, as if in a bow.
"Pu De from Mingtang Temple, I am honored to meet you three Taoist friends. I wonder what brings you to my small temple."
Plop!
Two muffled sounds were heard from behind. As the precious seal was pinched out, Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizhen's bodies softened and they sat directly on the ground, sweating profusely.
This power.
It can’t be wrong!
When one reaches a high level of Qi Refining, one can fly, but it is absolutely impossible for one to float in the air so lightly and with the help of magic weapon.
To be able to perform like this, there is no other reason than to build a foundation.
Although I can't be too sure
I won’t mention the eldest brother, as he hasn’t figured out what this thing is yet.
But he had seen the others.
Zhang Feixuan had seen those righteous geniuses before. They clearly appeared to be practicing Qi cultivation, but they also used tempting magic weapons that allowed them to fly into the sky and hide in the ground, and had countless magical uses.
But the difference between Qi refining and foundation building can be felt.
After the fifth stage of Qi Refining, the gap between each stage is already very large, but the difference between Qi Refining and Foundation Building is only one major realm, which is not considered a gap.
That's called the gap!
This person is a land immortal!