Ask about the Immortal Way

"Senior, if you travel south from here, you can fly out of the fog tide area for more than ten thousand miles..."

Qin Sang walked out of the moving hall and found himself on an island. The island is lush and lush, while outside the island is thick white mist.

There are eight stone pillars surrounding Lingdao. The stone pillars are higher than the highest peak, and a crystal stone the size of a human head is suspended on the top. The spar emits fluorescence, illuminating the spiritual island and blocking out the fog.

A guard followed Qin Sang, pointed south, and introduced Qin Sang to the surrounding environment with a respectful expression.

This moving formation is little known, and those who come here are usually masters from various tribes.

"Thanks for letting me know!"

Qin Sang nodded and was not in a hurry to take out the jade token. Just as he was about to turn into light and escape, he suddenly felt something in his heart and turned to look to the right.

I saw a young man emerging from the forest. This man was wearing a green shirt and holding a feather fan. He had a good temperament and his appearance was not much different from that of the human race. However, his hair was purple-red and unusually thick, like thin vines.

"Fellow Taoist, please wait!"

The young man waved from afar, called Qin Sang, took a step forward, and came to Qin Sang as if he was shrinking to an inch.

Waving his hand to tell the guard to step back, the young man bowed his hands and said, "I'm Zhaohao, what do you call me my friend?"

"What's the matter with you?"

Qin Sang's tone was cold, and he looked like he was rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Generally, the origins of the aliens can be judged by their appearance, but Qin Sang could not tell which tribe Zhaohao belonged to. The first thing he knew about must be those from the superior tribe. If this person did not deliberately conceal his identity, he should be from a less famous family. Royal clan.

The young man did not feel dissatisfied and continued to say with a smile: "I have been hanging out in this area for many years. I think I have a lot of friends, but I have never seen any Taoist friends. I think I have just arrived here recently. I don't know why I am here. I may have somewhere I can help." . This place is adjacent to the Donghai Tribe, and the situation is complicated. Those uncivilized monsters are unreasonable. Only by making more Taoist friends can you avoid being bullied."

"Thank you for your kindness, Dao Friend. I'm used to living alone!"

After saying that, Qin Sang didn't wait for the young man to respond, clouds formed under his feet, and he flew away in the air.

The young man frowned slightly, and suddenly saw Qin Sang's cloak swinging, revealing the token on his waist. His expression changed slightly, and he secretly said: "It turns out they are those troublesome monkeys!"

Then he shook his head and turned to leave.

After flying out of Lingdao, Qin Sang traveled south, and suddenly it became clear, the fog subsided, and the sea and sky were blue.

Qin Sang stopped and looked back, seeing a white wall of fog connecting the sky, with no end in sight.

This should be the border of the Sea of ​​Fog, but I don’t know if the fog will spread when the foggy year comes.

Qin Sang noted the location, and seeing no one around, he took out the jade token and poured his true energy into it.

The jade plaque lit up with weak fluorescence, and faint fluctuations were emitted. Qin Sang sensed it for a moment, and then he made up his mind, drove the escape light, and flew in the direction pointed by the jade plaque.

The journey was uneventful. Qin Sang flew for half a day and arrived at an uninhabited sea. The fluorescence on the jade plaque dissipated and the guidance completely disappeared. The jade plaque lost all its power and turned into a mortal thing.

Qin Sang flew around the sea area, but found nothing out of the ordinary. There was only a deserted island. Just as he was looking at the jade plaque and wondering in his heart, a golden light came from the distance.

The golden light flew straight to the desert island, fell from the sky, and appeared a monk with a scar on his head and a golden cassock. He fell to the ground, looked at Qin Sang, clasped his palms together and said, "I am angry, poor monk, from Ziyun Mountain." Monastery, but in front of Master Qin? "

"It's Pindao."

Qin Sang returned the gift and was secretly surprised.

Ziyun Mountain is actually a Buddhist force. Is Liuli's new master a Buddhist monk? Qin Sang had always suspected that Liuli's master was an expert from the Danding Sect, according to what the Yuanxiang clan leader said before.

It is said that Buddhist forces are mostly in the west of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Unexpectedly, they can also be encountered in the East China Sea, and they are also related to Liuli.

Liao said: "The poor monk was ordered to wait for the real person. If the real person has nothing important to do, how about we set off immediately and return to the monastery?"

"The Holy Monk will lead the way," Qin Sang said.

"I don't dare, just call me to be angry." He turned around, turned into golden light, and left in the air.

Qin Sang also took up the escape light and caught up with Ai, frowning secretly. For some reason, he felt that Ai's attitude toward him was a bit cold, perhaps because of his personality.

Liao Ai's cultivation level is comparable to Qin Sang's, and Golden Light is obviously an excellent escape technique. If it were another monk, he might have to exert all his strength to barely keep up.

"Are you really unreasonable, or are you just trying to test yourself?"

Qin Sangcan couldn't understand Ai's thoughts, but what he was least afraid of was the competition in escape skills. He silently caught up with Ai and walked side by side with a relaxed and leisurely attitude.

A hint of solemnity flashed through Liao's eyes, and his escape speed slowed down a bit.

Qin Sang also slowed down, pretending not to know about the contest just now, and asked the question he wanted to know most: "Which holy monk from Ziyun Mountain is the one who left the jade tablet and invited the poor Taoist to come?"

He replied angrily: "The poor monk came to meet the Master Ning on his orders."

Hearing this, Qin Sang was a little confused.

Ziyun Mountain is a Buddhist force, but the person behind the scenes is a real person. How are they connected?

In this way, Liuli has indeed joined the Taoist sect.

"Master Ning?"

Qin Sang's tone was questioning.

Liao Ai guessed what Qin Sang was wondering about and explained: "When the poor monk was young, Zhenren Ning had lived in seclusion in Ziyun Mountain for many years. The monastery called Zhenren Ning 'Zhenren'. Many of the monks in the mountain, including the poor monk, They have all been taught by Master Ning, and regard Master Ning as their teacher in their hearts.”

In Taoism, the great powers in the fusion stage and the Mahayana stage are respectively called Zhenjun and Tianshi. It is unclear whether it originated from the Danding School or the Fulu School. It has been used until now and has become a convention. But there may be exceptions, such as some people like the title of "Zhenren".

When Liaochen was young, Zhenren Ning had lived in seclusion in Ziyun Mountain for many years. Liaochen is now in the middle stage of Lianxu. What realm is Zhenren Ning?

Although Liaochen did not say it explicitly, we can get a glimpse from this.

Qin Sang was happy that Liuli worshipped such a master, but he also felt pressure.

Next, Qin Sang asked some more questions. Liaochen obviously did not want to say too much, so Qin Sang had to give up. He thought that he would get the answer when he met Zhenren Ning.

The two flew side by side and headed southwest. They frequently sensed the breath of monsters on the way, but the other party could not find them.

They flew until dusk, but they had not arrived at Ziyun Mountain.

Until the sunset was almost sinking into the sea, the sky was full of rosy clouds, and Liaochen finally lowered the escape light, formed a seal with his hands, and hit the void.

The sea here is empty, with no islands or reefs. As a golden handprint emerges, the void suddenly shakes slightly, and a slight wave emerges, but the sea surface remains calm.

Qin Sang's expression changes slightly, and he senses a strange wave emerging, but there was nothing unusual before.

The wave quickly spreads to them.

"Master, don't fight it," Liao Chen reminded.

Immediately, Qin Sang senses a suction force coming, trying to pull him into the source of the wave. At the same time, the surrounding scenery has undergone amazing changes. The sky and the sea seem to have turned over, the sky is upside down, and the void is full of brilliant light, and the scenery is distorted.

Qin Sang feels that he is sinking deeper and deeper, as if he is about to fall into another space, but at this time he has no time to explore the source of this power.

He saw a huge mountain, which is isolated on the sea, towering and steep, surrounded by clouds and mist.

Green pines, cypresses, green willows and strange flowers.

The auspicious mist connects the sky, and the auspicious clouds connect the sky!

This is the real fairy mountain. Compared with it, apart from those magical places, Daiyu Fairy Mountain can only be regarded as a barren hill.

On the top of the fairy mountain, purple clouds are floating, making the fairy mountain more mysterious. Ziyun Mountain is indeed worthy of its name.

There is boundless sea in all directions, only this fairy mountain. Qin Sang didn't know where he was taken. I'm afraid it was not the sea area before.

"This mountain is Ziyun Mountain," Le Chen raised his hand and beckoned, "Master, please follow me."

After that, Le Chen took Qin Sang and flew straight to Ziyun Mountain.

When he came closer, Qin Sang saw countless pavilions and towers in the mountain. Near the top of the mountain, the pavilions were connected and shaded in the forest. It was an ancient temple. It must be the Ziyun Mountain Monastery mentioned by Le Chen.

Most places have forbidden formations, which are covered by fog and blurred. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Qin Sang did not let Tianmu Butterfly use his magical powers to explore.

Le Chen did not take Qin Sang to the temple, but flew around the front mountain and headed for the back mountain.

While flying, Qin Sang sensed several gazes from the mountain, which fell on him, with an inquiring intention, which showed that many people in Ziyun Mountain were paying attention to his arrival.

However, these gazes were not hostile, but only a bit of undisguised scrutiny and alienation.

Qin Sang remained calm and followed Le Chen to the back mountain.

The back mountain was steep, with green trees and gurgling water. There were a few pavilions scattered around, which was obviously quieter than the front mountain.

There was a quiet lake hidden in the forest, and the two landed on a stone path beside the quiet lake. Le Chen's figure paused slightly, and Qin Sang also heard a faint sound of the piano coming from the front.

Le Chen subconsciously slowed down his pace, crossed the stone bridge, turned around the shade of the trees, and a lake pavilion came into their eyes.

The four corners of the lake pavilion are exquisite and beautiful. There is a long table in the pavilion, and there is a zither on the table. Someone is facing away from them. The back is slender. It should be a woman who is concentrating on playing the zither. The sound of the zither flows from her fingertips.

Liao Chen stopped and stood quietly outside the pavilion.

Qin Sang did not make a sound. This was obviously an ordinary zither sound, without any trace of true essence and magic power, nor was it a chapter of the way of music, but it was the most pleasant zither sound Qin Sang had ever heard in his life.

He could not help but close his eyes and listen attentively. The sound of the zither seemed to blend into nature, or nature blended into the sound of the zither.

There were insects chirping, orioles singing, water flowing, wind, and leaves colliding. Everything became beautiful and intoxicating in the sound of the zither.

But for some reason, gradually, Qin Sang heard a trace of sadness from the sound of the zither. He couldn't help wondering that the fish, insects, birds and beasts that were playing in harmony with the sound of the zither were clearly extremely happy.

Did he hear it wrong, or did each listener hear different sounds of the zither?

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the zither stopped abruptly.

Qin Sang opened his eyes, feeling somewhat lost. He was sure that he was not confused by the sound of the zither just now. This was not some kind of Taoist magic. But at this moment, his mind was surprisingly calm, which could only be explained by "superb skills".

When her hands moved away from the strings of the zither, Le Chen whispered, "Master Ning, Master Qin is here."

As he spoke, Le Chen stepped aside and motioned Qin Sang to come over.

Qin Sang walked to the front of the lake pavilion, and Master Ning also stood up and turned to look.

As expected, Master Ning was a woman, wearing a green Taoist robe and a Taoist bun on her head.

In front of Master Ning, one would subconsciously ignore her appearance, and might even forget her appearance as soon as he turned his head, leaving a vague but never-forgettable impression. At this moment, Qin Sang did not see any sadness from Master Ning. The other party gave him the feeling that was like the quiet lake and the boundless ocean.

Qin Sang could not see through Master Ning. The only thing he could be sure of was that Master Ning's realm must be far superior to his own, at least a great master in the fusion stage.

Qin Sang slapped his head.

But it was Master Ning who spoke first, with a gentle voice, "I wonder what rank Master Qin holds in the Taoist Court and what position he holds?"

Qin Sang was not surprised when Ning Zhenren revealed his identity. As soon as Lei Tan and various thunder talismans appeared, anyone who knew the Taoist sect could tell that he was involved with the Fu Lu Sect.

However, before Tao Ting was born, there were only some scattered inheritances in the world. Those successors had not yet been recognized by Tao Ting, but Zhenren Ning seemed to believe that he came from Tao Ting.

Qin Sang's expression straightened up, "Qin Sang, a third-level official, Supreme Immortal of Nine Heavens Golden Tower, Envoy of Shenxiao Yushu, and Envoy of Five Thunder Academy, has met Zhenren Ning!"

Along the way, Liao's angry attitude made Qin Sang suspect that this trip might not be easy. Just facing Ning Zhenren, Qin Sang felt invisible pressure. He needed a kind of power to allow him to face him directly. Apart from the secrets that could not be exposed, the only official position in the Taoist court was Taoist official position.

While reporting for his official position, Qin Sang quietly aroused the aura of the golden book of orders in the altar.

The Golden Book of Imperial Orders is an order from the Heavenly Master to create the Nine Heavens Golden Tower, which is stamped with the treasure seal of the Taoist Master. It cannot be forged by outsiders, so Ning Zhenren can naturally distinguish the true from the false.

"It turns out that he is the Qin envoy of Thunder Jade Mansion. He is a poor man and a polite man."

A flash of surprise flashed in Ning Zhenren's eyes, and he solemnly turned his head.

Qin Sang noticed the change in Zhenren Ning's demeanor. Just by stating his name, he was treated with caution by the powerful. I really don't know what the Taoist court was like back then.

It can also be seen that Master Ning is not hostile to Tao Ting, which makes Qin Sang secretly relieved.

However, the official rank of Daoting is divided into grades. If it were an ordinary immortal official, Zhenren Ning would definitely not be like this. It can be seen that when Daoting was in its heyday, with his cultivation, he was probably not qualified to be in charge of Wuleiyuan.

"Qin envoy please."

Ning Zhenren pointed to the opposite side of the jade case.

There were futons placed on each side of the jade case. Qin Sang thanked him, walked into the pavilion, sat cross-legged, and looked at the guqin on the case.

The guqin was dark yellow, and it was unknown what material it was made of. Qin Sang did not perceive the spirituality of the guqin. It was either an ordinary object or a treasure.

Ning Zhenren sat down again, put away his guqin, placed the jade pot and tea cup himself, and brewed the spiritual tea with great care.

Tea smoke curls up.

Smelling the aroma of tea and watching Ning making tea is also a pleasure.

Qin Sang guessed what Zhenren Ning would say and whether he would ask about matters related to the Taoist court first.

What should be said, what shouldn't be said, and how to be more powerful than the other, he had thought carefully before coming here and had already laid the foundation for the case.

Unexpectedly, Master Ning’s first question was unexpected.

Ning Zhenren pushed a cup of tea towards Qin Sang and said softly: "Has Daiyu Fairy Mountain been taken away by Qin Shijun?"