Immortality, Starting from the Side Sect

The entire journey was silent.

Chen Ci suddenly felt that the tea and wine he brought were no longer fragrant. You said that it was just a matter of learning and improving among fellow disciples. After all, most monks' fights started with fighting among relatives and friends of the same disciple, and not many of them were Really pick up the sword and fight to the death with outsiders.

But Chen Ci felt that he couldn't stand it if you, a fellow disciple, were serious. Could it be that Jiao Zhenren's disciples were all about survival of the fittest?

Judging from Lin Laohu's behavior, he showed no mercy in intercepting and killing fellow Heshan disciples. It was indeed possible that he, Chen, wanted to get close to someone serious, but why was it so difficult to do so?

He didn't ask for any beautiful master, senior sister, or junior sister, he would be satisfied with a normal mentor and helpful friend.

well.

While sighing, Lin and Chen had already left Haishi along Changshengfang, but they came to a strange and dangerous mountain peak, full of green mountains, close to the sea. There was a stone tablet under it, but it said "Pick the Clouds" 'Two big words.

"This is the branch of our Heshan Sect in Liangjianghai City, but Master Jiao is not here all the year round. If it hadn't been for the thousand-year-old Dragon Lord of Liuyun Palace this time, I'm afraid we wouldn't have had the chance to meet him."

Lin Qinhu looked up at the top of the mountain and bowed his hands: "Among the five realms of immortality, the Yuan Shen is the most mysterious. I only hope that Master Jiao can prove the Yuan Shen soon and the immortal path will last forever!"

Chen Ci: "?"

Chen Ci: "!"

Lao Lin, this is still a thousand miles away from the top of the mountain!

Looking at what he was carrying, Chen Ci was silent for a moment, then nodded quickly in response: "Me too."

Lin Qinhu glanced at Chen Ci, made a look to follow, and walked up the mountain.

Chen Ci hurriedly followed, and secretly said that on the way to becoming a high-ranking official student, he really had a lot to learn.

Although this Zhaiyun Mountain is strangely dangerous, it is full of inspiration and has beautiful scenery. It is already the depth of winter, but the temperature on the mountain is not too low. Although the mountain road is a bit rugged, it is very difficult for a Taoist master and a Qi-refining monk. It wasn't too difficult, and Lin Qinhu didn't walk very fast. After half an hour, he was only halfway up, and the sky was already getting light.

In fact, if the two of them had used all their strength to climb the mountain, they would have reached the top long ago, but Lin Qinhu had to take it one step at a time, and Chen Ci had nothing to say.

After walking for a while, pavilions, stone platforms, pine trays and other human traces began to appear in the mountains. Chen Ci glanced around a few times and felt that it was quite elegant. Suddenly, he saw a clear light flying from the sky, like a rainbow passing by, directly over him. As they walked up the mountain, the escaping light was much stronger than Lin Laohu's black smoke. He didn't know whether the person who just passed by was a Taoist master or a real person who formed the alchemy.

Could it be Zhenren Jiao?

As soon as the thought came to mind, the rainbow light circled in the sky and came back again. It was pressed down not far away from the two of them, revealing a young monk in white clothes and a high crown. If you only looked at his appearance, he would be in his early twenties. The expression on his face Somewhat cold and arrogant, with a light aura around him, only the platinum collar around his neck caught the eye. He glanced condescendingly at Lin and Chen, and laughed twice.

It is this attitude that is not good at first glance.

Chen Ci felt a little nervous, while Lin Qinhu saluted with both hands and respectfully called: "I've met Master Yang."

"Wait a minute, who is your uncle? If you continue to have random relationships, believe it or not, I will slap you to death."

The white-clothed monk smiled coldly: "I just passed by Zhaiyun Peak, and I thought who had tainted the spiritual power in this mountain, but I didn't expect it to be... Huh?"

The young monk touched his chin, looked at Lin Qinhu for a few times, and suddenly smiled: "Okay, okay, Senior Nephew Lin, you are very good. Your master will definitely be very happy when he sees you, haha, haha, no I'm just teasing you, I just feel a bit embarrassed to come here empty-handed, so I'll lend you some gifts to show off."

There seems to be something different in this smile.

Chen Ci felt his body stiffen and his hands light up. The small ball of purple bamboo shoots and flowing clouds was still in his hand, but the two jars of blood wood treasure wine disappeared.

The white-clothed monk glanced at Chen Ci, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then turned into a rainbow and jumped into the air, flying towards the mountain.

In just a moment, Chen Ci got +1 for fright and -2 for drink. He still didn't know what was going on.

Blocking the road and grabbing drinks, you are so poor!

Chen Ci beeped quietly, not daring to make a sound. After waiting for a while, Lin Qinhu said, "Let's go. If you encounter this uncle in the future, remember to stay away."

"oh."

Chen Ci obediently agreed. Looking at Lin Laohu's appearance as a frustrated daughter-in-law, the guy just now was at least a real person in the Dan Realm, so he really couldn't be offended. However, the relationship between Master Jiao and fellow disciples here seemed to be quite intense. It's quite rare for someone to pinch his nephew to death.

Looking at the little purple bamboo shoots and flowing clouds left in his hand, Chen Ci was quite speechless. If the gift was already thin, if he took away half of it, he would really lose his blood.

Fortunately, there were no more twists and turns after that. Following Lin Qinhu, he climbed to the top of the mountain. It was just a little after midnight, and the sky was just getting bright. When Chen Ci climbed up and took a look, he felt like he had escaped from the world. No wonder literati and poets have been fond of climbing high since ancient times. , probably this is also the reason.

On the top of the mountain is a Taoist temple, which occupies a large area. From the outside, there are dozens of houses. Seven or eight enter the courtyard and have three or four floors of pavilions. There is a stone tablet on the left side of the Taoist temple. There are two big characters on the tablet, which is The cursive script of the word "Tianhe" has endless strokes, free and sharp.

Tianhe Taoist Temple?

There are five or six people standing next to the stone monument, most of whom are wearing the red cloud-patterned Taoist robes of the Red Dragon Temple. The two in front, one old and one middle-aged, seem to be whispering something to others, but in the front is a man about three years old. The Yingwu Taoist, who is ten years old, is wearing a green robe, his hands are clasped upside down, and he has a slightly impatient look on his face.

Perhaps when they saw Lin Qinhu, the two Chilongguan Taoists, one old and one middle, also stopped talking, raised their hands and saluted: "Junior brother Lin."

"Senior Brother Shen, Senior Brother Guan, what are you guys doing?"

Lin Qinhu also returned the salute and asked.

"I came to see Master Jiao, but..."

The old Taoist's surname is Shen, and his name is Gao. He is the temple master of the Red Dragon Temple in Jiujiang Prefecture. He was originally a disciple of the inner sect of the Heshan Sect. He followed Master Jiao when he came out of Liang State to establish the Red Dragon Temple. Although he did not have the name of master and disciple, he was regarded as one after all. Jiao Zhenren's series of labels.

"It turns out that it was Junior Brother Lin in person."

Taoist Qingpao just smiled calmly: "Teacher, he is waiting for guests. You should wait for a while before going in to see the teacher."

When Shen and Guan heard this, they also had a look of anger on their faces, but they didn't dare to get angry. They were considered the masters of a house in the Liang Kingdom, and they had no problem taking life or death. Today, they were stopped in front of the door to pay their respects to the elders. This bird Who can stand being angry?

But you have to bear it if you can't bear it. Firstly, the quality of the magic power is not as good as that of others. Secondly, the relationship between Chilongguan and Zhenren Jiao is still far away. I am afraid that it will not be as good as the disciples of Tianhe Taoist Temple.

To put it more clearly, they couldn't figure out who this guy was blocking the door, so naturally they didn't dare to be presumptuous.

"It's ridiculous. If you're visiting a fellow sect, you won't be led to a side hall to serve tea, but you'll be blocked in front of the door. What's the point?"

Lin Qinhu frowned slightly, but he was not as submissive as the white-clothed monk before. He took a step forward and said, "Get out of the way."

"Hey, I told you that the teacher is meeting guests, you Heshan people really don't know the etiquette."

The green-robed monk smiled and ignored him. Seeing Lin Qinhu moving forward, he just released a ball of clear light to block the way forward. This is the magic power cultivated by Daoji monks. Just like two people competing for strength, the one with less strength cannot move forward. , unless there is a big fight, it is impossible to live peacefully.

Lin Qinhu snorted coldly, and also released a ball of billowing black energy. Upon contact, the green-robed monk trembled, his eyes showed surprise, his expression was slightly serious, and the magic power around his body actually condensed into little stars, which was a bit strange. The meaning of dust.

On the other hand, Chen Ci looked at him in shock.

No, we are all disciples of Heshan Cult. Why is your painting style different from ours?

But Lin Qinhu didn't care. He took a step forward, and the green-robed monk had to take a step back. He was obviously weaker, and there was a trace of blood on his cheeks. I don't know if it was because of his strength or some other reason. .

"Let's go."

Lin Qinhu shook his head slightly, sneered, and walked towards the view. Chen Ci secretly shouted loudly, "Brother Hu is mighty," and he quickly followed in. He just lowered his head a little, so as not to be offended by others.

When the monks from Red Dragon Temple saw this, they were also happy and followed behind.

Old Taoist Shen Gao took two steps and asked in a low voice: "Junior Brother Lin, have you become a top-grade Taoist?"

Lin Qinhu slightly chinned his head, but did not answer.

A group of people entered the three-story courtyard. Although the river view was not luxurious, it was elegant. Not only did it have a cloister and pavilion, and there were exotic flowers and plants, but there was also living water drawn from nowhere, flowing meanderingly and raising flowers. A few golden-scaled carps are quite festive.

The more Chen Ci looked at it, the more he felt that the sparkling sand and gravel at the bottom of the stream and pond seemed to be a whole layer of water-like sand.

"This Master Jiao is so sinister that he actually uses this thing to test his disciple's Taoist heart?!"

Chen Ci took a few deep breaths of the aroma of money that filled the air, and then he stopped thinking about letting the five little ones secretly dig a few shovels.

He saw a large hall with boys standing on both sides. Chen Ci was still thinking about how much Five Elements Sacred Sand had been spread in the pool just now, but suddenly he found that Lin Qinhu's figure walking in front suddenly disappeared. He took a closer look , a somewhat familiar figure slipped to the ground quickly, and said respectfully: "Unfilial disciple catches the tiger to pay homage to the teacher, I wish the teacher's soul will be realized soon, and the immortal path will last forever!"

The cultivators of Chilongguan: "."

Chen Ci: "."

Well, you Lin Qinhu, such great gifts are always done in front of others, how could you arrange them directly before seeing Jiao Zhenren’s true face? If you do this, won’t you look very rude to others?

Chen Ci was also convinced. As early as at the foot of the mountain, he knew that his cheap senior brother was not as rough and rough as he seemed. His mind was really small and delicate.

I just got distracted and failed to keep up with Lin Laohu's progress. I was really careless.

Chen Ci once again deeply reflected. The few remaining monks were about to follow suit, but the air in front of the main hall seemed to be frozen. Including Chen Ci, several monks from Red Dragon Temple felt that they could not take a step forward. Even Lin Qinhu, a high-level Taoist cultivator who had prostrated himself on the ground, remained motionless, with a trace of sweat on his forehead.

There is a saying in the world: Accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger.

But when the monks at the lower level face the monks at the upper level, they are really like ants looking directly at the power of heaven and earth. If it weren't for the fact that there was only anger but no murderous intention, I am afraid that none of the monks present would be able to get a good deal, and even the Taoist heart would be frustrated. .

While Chen Ci tried his best to circulate his shallow Yin Qi to prevent himself from losing his composure, he secretly complained in his heart.

But he knew exactly what Lin Qinhu had done.

Could it be that Jiao Zhenren was angry that Lin Laohu killed Yao's son first and then killed him, so he wasn't going to help him find out?

If this is the case, if Lin Laohu is really going to suffer, after all, Lin Laohu is a master who has certified the high-grade Taoism and has the seeds of the true transmission of the Heshan Sect. Even if Master Jiao is angry, he will probably raise his hand, but it is hard for him to say that he is a little shrimp.

Senior Brother Lin, I am your own junior brother.

"Get up."

After a long time, a deep voice rebuked came from the hall: "Do you know where you went wrong?"

Lin Qinhu did not dare to stand up, but just bowed his head and explained in a low voice: "Unfilial disciples have made many mistakes, but I don't know where they started."