Taoist temple that will cross

Chapter 348 Without me, Jiumokong, what kind of monastic conference is it?

Zhao Linger couldn't use up the thousand-year-old vermilion fruit that he regarded as a treasure, and it rotted on the tree. Li Xiaoyao had the nerve to mention the thousand-year-old vermilion fruit.

Shaking his head, he said, "There are no spirits, I'm just kidding you."

Zhao Ling'er glanced at the two bulging lumps on Li Xiaoyao's chest with her wonderful eyes, and smiled lightly, without revealing them.

"Daoist, grandma, I want to take Linger around."

Li Xiaoyao asked.

The young couple have been separated for so long, they should have a good reunion.

Cao Yi nodded in agreement.

Jiang Shi also nodded with a smile.

"Ling'er, let's go"

Li Xiaoyao pulled Zhao Ling'er away talking and laughing.

When it was almost dark, we returned.

For the next period of time, Cao Yi devoted himself to guiding Zhao Linger in all aspects.

While Zhao Linger's cultivation was improving rapidly, she also learned a lot of Taoist classics, more than enough to be a disciple.

On this day, it was a sunny day, the sky was cloudless, the sky was blue and blue.

Cao Yi, who placed the Yuxu Temple on the mountain peak, sat on the side of the stone table, looking at the classics with a calm expression, and occasionally made a few rustling noises as he turned the pages of the book.

"On the upper side is the soul of Xiaguan Yuan, on the left is Shaoyang and on the right is Taiyin. At the back there is a secret door to the former life. The sun goes into the moon and breathes. The four qi are combined..." Not far away, Zhao Ling'er chanted " The Classic of Internal Scenery of Huangting in the Shangqing Dynasty.

On the other side, Mrs. Jiang is cooking wine on the stove.

The refreshing aroma of wine kept wafting over.

Cao Yi smelled the aroma of wine, raised his head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That day, when the aura of the vermillion fruit on the thousand-year-old vermilion fruit tree was about to run out, he had a whim to make wine from vermilion fruit.

Originally, it was just for the purpose of giving it a try, but I didn't expect unexpected success.

Not only is the spiritual energy no longer lost, but the quality of the brewed wine is also very high.

"The wine is warm, Daoist"

Jiang took out a nearly transparent jade jug from the pot on the stove, put it on a plate, and walked over.

"working"

Cao Yi put down his book and said a polite word.

"This is a matter of old identity"

Jiang came up to him and put down the plate.

Take out the jug and cup together and put it on the stone table.

Picking up the jug, he poured a glass lightly, raised his hand and said, "Master Dao, please use it."

Cao Yi stretched out his hand, just about to pick up the cup.

A red light flashed in the sky, followed by a fiery red shadow falling from the sky at an incomparable speed.

This fiery red shadow is none other than Xiaotian.

"What's the matter?"

Cao Yi asked.

A few days ago, he specially released Xiaotian to monitor the area around Shushan.

Xiaotian came in such a hurry, it seems that the monitoring has paid off.

"Daoist, I found the trace of Jiumokong"

While Xiaotian was speaking hurriedly, a divine thought came over.

Cao Yi was shocked, and a smile appeared on his face.

According to his previous calculation, Jiumokong came with the remaining four spirit beads.

"I'm leaving"

Xiaotian turned into a divine rainbow that soared into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Cao Yi stood up, ready to intercept Jiumokong.

"Master, this wine?"

Jiang asked softly.

"Come back and drink"

After Cao Yi left a word, it turned into a long rainbow and disappeared into the void.

……

In the middle of Shu, in the area of ​​Mount Emei, on a thousand-foot-high mountain.

Standing a man and a woman, the man is about 50 years old, with a Chinese character face, thick sword eyebrows, straight nose bridge, beard on the lips and chin, hair tied, the woman is less than twenty, light yellow face, smoky eyebrows and phoenix eyes, lips slightly smaller than ordinary people Hou, holding a sword decorated with gold tassels, looks a little impatient.

If Cao Yi were here, he would definitely recognize these two people as Lin Tiannan, the leader of Nanwulin, and his daughter, Lin Yueru.

After a while, Lin Yueru couldn't help but said: "Father, it's been a day and a night, when will people from Shushan come to pick us up?"

Lin Nantian looked up at the blue sky, shook his head, and said, "I don't know either."

"People in Shushan are too arrogant. How can you say that you are also the leader of Nanwulin?"

The girl pouted dissatisfiedly.

Lin Nantian withdrew his gaze, looked at his daughter, and said with a wry smile: "You think too highly of Daddy, Daddy, the leader of the Southern Martial Arts, is not as good as an inner disciple in Shushan."

Lin Yueru blinked her eyes and asked, "Father, I heard from my mother that you practiced in Shushan when you were young?"

Lin Nantian nodded, with a look of reminiscence on his face, "When Dad was young, he was fortunate to be favored by an elder in Shushan, and he practiced in Shushan for several years."

Lin Yueru asked curiously, "Then why did you leave Shushan again?"

Lin Nantian was about to answer when his face suddenly changed, "Someone"

While speaking, his whole body was ejected like a cannonball.

Skimming across a sea of ​​forest, he reached down and grabbed a person, sucking a person into his hand.

"Jin Yuan? Why are you here?"

Lin Nantian was stunned.

This person is none other than his nephew, Liu Jinyuan, the number one scholar in this discipline.

"Uncle, I, I'm here to find you and my cousin."

Liu Jinyuan's face was pale and he stuttered.

Evidently, he was terrified.

Lin Nantian carried Liu Jinyuan and flew back to the mountain.

"Cousin? Why are you here?"

Lin Yueru was also taken aback.

"The moon is like a cousin"

Slowing down, Liu Jinyuan forced a smile on his face.

"How did you find out here?"

Lin Yueru asked again.

Liu Jinyuan glanced at Lin Nantian, and said cautiously: "I'll follow behind you, and when I can't catch up, I'll call on the local government to help you find it, so I barely missed you."

"What are you doing with us?"

Lin Yueru asked puzzledly.

"me……"

Liu Jinyuan faltered and couldn't speak.

"This is not where you should come, hurry down the mountain"

Lin Yueru persuaded.

Lin Nantian interrupted Lin Yueru, "Since we're here, let's go to Mount Shu together. I'm worried about Jin Yuan going down the mountain alone."

Liu Jinyuan was overjoyed, cupped his hands and said: "Everything is arranged by uncle."

Lin Yueru rolled her eyes, as if she wasn't too happy with Liu Jinyuan following her to Mount Shu.

At this time, there was a burst of lightning and thunder in the sky, and the light burst out.

"Is the person from Shushan here?"

Lin Yueru's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

After the voice fell, hundreds of golden lotus flowers appeared in the thunder and light.

"wrong?"

Lin Nantian hurriedly protected his daughter and nephew behind him.

"One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi, a long life, a moment is eternal."

Jiumokong came with light steps, and golden lotus flowers bloomed one after another around his body, each piece was crystal clear, dancing endlessly, and would surround the center.

With every step he took, crystal clear and dazzling flower petals would be left under his feet.

"a monk"

Lin Nantian looked relieved. In his perception, monks are easy to talk to.

"Why are there three mortals here?"

Jiumokong whispered.

Lin Nantian clasped his hands and said, "The younger generation is invited by Shushan to participate in the Daoist Cultivation Conference."

The majestic appearance of the precious figure Jiumokong was immediately replaced by an angry look, "How unreasonable is this? Three mortals are invited to the Daoist Cultivation Conference, but they don't invite me. Without me, Jiumokong, what kind of Cultivation Conference is it?"

(End of this chapter)