"No, you misunderstood." Zhou Daoren waved his hand quickly, "I'm really just a visit to this time. I was invited to participate in the ceremony of the Sanqing Palace's ritual. However, it was still early, and it was the first time I came to Sanqing Mountain, so I just visited here. I heard that this Hidden Immortal Temple has a long history and the people in charge of Youdao Gaozhen..."

"Oh... So that's how it is." Han Songzi let out a sigh of relief. He was not here to break the mountains and cut the temples! But this ceremony of giving the rituals and rituals... According to the rules he knew, this is actually a ceremony for various sects, sects, palaces and temples to accept official new disciples. In some cases, the ceremony will be held publicly, and sometimes the ceremony will be held privately. When it is held publicly, Gao Zhen, who is older, has a higher cultivation level and a famous reputation, will also allow some tourists to participate as guests.

But this Zhou Fa Jing Zhou Taoist... has never heard of it much. Looking back, I thought about it again that this Zhou Fa Jing cultivation is profound and not easy, and it should be the first-class hidden cultivation. It seems normal to be invited to participate.

Wu Xin, who was next to him, of course, listened to the conversation between the two people, and he was really stunned. Could it be that this Dao Ren Zhou really has magic power?

"Since that's the case, I'm a guest. Please follow me by Zhenren Zhou." Han Songzi immediately led the way in front of the door, and the ticket office didn't care.

"This... the ticket office is unattended, isn't it good?"

"Not many people are coming to our small Taoist temple. This ticket office is just to cover up the eyes and ears." Han Songzi didn't care. This master came to the door and had to fulfill his friendship with the landlord. "Come on, come and take a short break in my Taoist temple and have a cup of tea."

Wu Xin followed carefully, shocked in his heart, not even dared to express his face, but just pretended to be stupid, with his expression as if a monk was confused.

After the three left, two foreign tourists arrived at the ticket office soon.

"There is no one here?" Mike, the leader, was a little surprised. Since he came to this country, especially after visiting the first tourist area "Longhu Mountain", he has almost become accustomed to buying tickets. There will be such a ticket office in any place, but this is the first time he has seen no one in the ticket office. There is no one in broad daylight?

"It's normal," replied the woman. "It's just a cover."

"Hmm? Pretense?"

"Yes, it's mainly to stop the idle tourists. Obviously, the group of spellcasters who live here do not like outsiders to disturb them."

"I don't like outsiders to disturb you... it's interesting!" Mike grinned. "So, if we go in, we may have no choice. We will either be kicked out and we have to do it if we don't get kicked out?"

"It should be."

"Since that's the case, let me see the Eastern Taoist Technique!" Mike smiled again. "If I took the initiative, would you be surprised to say that these secluded casters were? They probably wouldn't think of being attacked."

"The means are too rough," the woman replied. "But I like this idea."

In the small building, Zhou Daoren picked up an elegant white porcelain cup. The vermilion tea in the cup ripples like fish scales under the soft light outside the window. The fragrance they emit spread throughout the room, and the fog rose like a veil. He was a good tea person, but he was unable to enjoy good tea due to his economic conditions. The last time he drank the frozen oolong was already recognized as the best in the world and the best tea he had ever tasted, but this time this cup of tea made him realize that one mountain is even higher.

Not to mention him, even Wu Xin, who was secretly worried, felt a little fascinated. What kind of tea is this? It has never been heard of before!

However, Wu Xin had a task after all, and was not completely lost in the fragrance of tea.

Neither Han Songzi nor Zhou Fajing cared about him very much. At this moment, the two of them went to a small building in the Taoist temple, while Wu Xin was left downstairs. Although he also got a cup of tea, he knew it was a hindering Dao Ren Zhou's face without asking. This also means that the two Taoist priests could not hear the conversation downstairs. No matter how good his hearing was, it would be impossible.

Fortunately, he was not a person with bare hands and unprepared hands. Seeing that there was no one around, he quietly took out his headphones from his pocket and put them on his ears. The headphones were associated with a wiretap, which had been attached to Zhou Daoren. Even though this kind of person had hidden magical powers, he would never have imagined the power of modern science and technology.

First, associate the headphones with the mobile phone, turn on the recording, and then you can listen carefully to the conversation between the two Taoist priests upstairs.

"What kind of tea is this?" Zhou Daoren asked.

"But it has no name, it is just called 'Xian Tea'. It can refresh the mind and help practice. Hundreds of years ago, the ancestors of this sect transplanted several tea trees from somewhere, and they can collect a little tea every year. This is also the last specialty of my Chongxiao School. We used to be in the prime of our time, but now we are neglected."

"What's going on? But what happened?"

"The Chongxiao Sect has declined. In the past, during the Republic of China, under the rule of warlord Sun Chuanfang, corrupt officials and cruel officials were the disaster. The then head of the Chongxiao Sect, in order to pity the people of the world and save the people, relied on the cultivation of Taoism and practice, and could not stop the modern weapons. After his death, Sun Chuanfang actually killed all the people and sent troops to destroy my Chongxiao Sect. Although he was finally blocked by our mountain guard formation, he could not resist the guns and cannons and accidentally broke my Chongzhong.

Xiao Ling Vein. Later, my Chongxiao Sect changed its name to Yinxian Temple, and Sun Chuanfang was defeated. But since then, the spiritual vein has become increasingly exhausted, and no one can practice and attain enlightenment... Even fewer people can practice. I have been practicing for decades, but I have only gotten a little bit of fur. Without spiritual vein, if I don’t go up against the current, I will retreat. It’s a pity that there is still me. If Master Zhou comes here three or five years later, I’m afraid the spiritual vein will be completely cut off and there will be nothing here." Han Songzi smiled, but there was a bit of tragic in her smile.

So that's it! Zhou Daoren felt sad. He knew without asking. In addition to the correct method, the secret method to open the bridge of heaven and earth also requires external force assistance, which is the so-called "spiritual vein". This makes sense... the spiritual vein of heaven and earth is getting fewer and fewer, and of course the inheritance of this sect is getting smaller and smaller.

When a method cannot be used normally, it is completely understandable that it is forgotten and abandoned by others.

"Where does this spiritual vein... come from?" Zhou Daoren couldn't help but ask. "The spiritual vein in heaven and earth" is well known to everyone, but no one can explain clearly what it really is.

"This spiritual vein is not the mountain and river spiritual vein that the public calls it," said Han Songzi. "It is a human spiritual vein. This spiritual vein was built by my ancestor of Chongxiao, and has been passed down for more than a thousand years. Although there are few people who have achieved perfect merit and ascendant, it is precisely because of this spiritual vein that Chongxiao School has passed on from generation to generation..."

"Humandao Spiritual Vein?" Zhou Daoren was puzzled. "What is humandao Spiritual Vein?"

"Does Zhou Zhenren have no water purification lineage? If not, where does Zhou Zhenren's cultivation come from?" Han Songzi was shocked, gathered his magic power in his eyes, and when he looked at it, he saw that the divine light could be seen behind Zhou Fa Jing Zhenren, which was really amazing. According to the book, this is a sign of the enlightenment of Taoism. Don't say that it is his semi-transparent level. Even the masters of the Chongxiao lineage who have been practicing to this level may not be many.

I'm afraid this is only one and a half steps away from the "Immortals". Of course, after all, the higher you practice, the harder it is to make progress. The so-called "one who has been doing a hundred miles a day" is a phenomenon that also exists in practice. But he secretly estimated that this Zhenren Zhou should be so sure to become an immortal.

"My water purification school does not have any spiritual veins..." Zhou Daoren smiled bitterly. "I have another chance to cultivate my cultivation."

Wu Xin downstairs pricked up his ears and listened carefully. Modern technology is really not a cover. Through the headphones, the conversations upstairs were clear. The news just now was so amazing. He is now impressed by the leader... This method is really useful. If you force it, you probably won't be able to ask about such things as "human spiritual veins".

It turns out that there are indeed supernatural abilities in this world...

No, what nonsense! Of course, this world has supernatural powers! The great wizard on the other side of the ocean really exists. He is a person with supernatural powers and able to cast various incredible spells. Even Indians - according to a common prejudice, that is a primitive and backward nation - have supernatural powers. How could the great power of the Republic have not been there for thousands of years? Of course, it is because they deliberately hid it.

"Oh, there is another chance...that, Zhou Zhenren..." Han Songzi didn't know what to say, but his voice was interrupted by a scream outside.

"Master! Master!" someone shouted, "It's a big deal!"

Whether he was talking or eavesdropping, he was shocked. Han Songzi and Zhou Fajing quickly walked downstairs, while Wu Xin quickly put away his headphones - although he knew that the other party was almost impossible to notice, he could not resist his guilt. The three of them walked out of the door and saw the open space outside.

As mentioned earlier, the entire Hidden Immortal Temple actually covers a large area. Although it feels like it is becoming increasingly dilapidated after years of disrepair, it still has some interesting things. The courtyard is large, and several buildings are located in it, and there are still things that should be found. Although there are not many people inside, there are still more or less Taoist priests of more than ten.

At this moment, he heard the shout, but a few people ran out and stood with Han Songzi.

There were five or six Taoist priests on this side, and on the other side were two foreigners with different skin colors and faces from the Chinese, one man and one woman. The two sides confronted each other temporarily. In addition, there were two disciples of the Hidden Immortal Temple on the ground. One of them had white eyes and foamed at the mouth, but they had already fallen into a coma. The other was rolling and struggling on the ground.

Everyone can see that there are indescribable changes on his body, especially his face. The soft skin of ordinary people seems to be changing. In scientific terms, his body is calcifying.

Nowadays, science and information has been developed, and many difficult and complicated diseases can be found online, so people know that there is a disease called "muscle petrochemical". The more accurate name is "progressive musculostomy", a rare genetic disease. People who get this disease will gradually disappear, ossification, and eventually become living stone carvings.

But this is a very rare disease after all. Moreover, the entire petrochemical process takes several years or even more than ten years. This is not the case in front of you.

The young Taoist priest in front of him twitched all over and rolled and struggled, while the surface of his body was gradually changing color while the struggle was rolling and struggling.

"What happened?!" Seeing this scene, Taoist Han Songzi was shocked.

"Master, the two of them looked around and looked around, sneaking. Junior Brother Qian and the others went up to ask, but suddenly they were attacked by them... with evil magic!"

Evil art? Everyone looked at the couple who were still motionless.

"What, one of them finally came! Sure enough, there would be no problem." This is Mike's speech. "The simple and crude method is indeed useful."

The ordinary people outside must be minions, disciples or other identities, which is not enough evidence, but the two people who came out this time are not ordinary. They have strengthened their eyes with their power, so they can see that these two people are different from other Taoist priests. These two are spell casters who truly possess supernatural abilities. Or in their terms, these two people have spiritual foundations.

One spiritual foundation is very weak, but the other spiritual foundation is much stronger. It is hard to say how strong it is, but at least it is not weaker than them.

"Now the sequelae of simple and crude methods are here... How do you feel are their strength?" the woman asked.

"I can't understand much at first glance, but I'm sure we won't be killed in the first round." Mike said. "We just need to pay attention to retreating in time."

"Retreat now?" the woman asked. Since the two Taoist priests came out, they had actually achieved their original purpose. There were indeed spellcasters in this country. But this was expected.

"Wait a minute, let me try how much they have." Mike replied.

Women are much more alert. "Be careful! I'm afraid that there are more than two! It will be troublesome if I come here." Even if there are more spell casters, there are more people and fewer people, it will be very advantageous. In fact, it is almost the same in this regard, and heroes are also afraid of being beaten up. If seven or eight spell casters appear here, it will be difficult for them to do so. So retreating at this moment and stopping when you see the best is the safest choice. Of course, from another perspective, retreating now will get the least information.

"There are only two of them, okay. I'll fight them, just be ready to cover me to retreat." Mike replied. The other party said there were two, but there was actually one spiritual foundation very weak, and strictly speaking, there was only one. So they also had a lot of room for retreat, so they really didn't rush to retreat. "If a third person appears, we will retreat immediately."
Chapter completed!