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"Stop! Non-Qingfeng Temple disciples are not allowed to enter!"

On Qingfeng Mountain, Qin Lang and the attendants who came with him were stopped by a tall and straight young man under the tall mountain gate.

The young man was wearing a blue-purple Taoist uniform and a jade crown, exuding a proud aura from his whole body.

Qin Lang stepped forward and explained: "I am very happy to have Lin'er, and I would like to invite the Taoist priest of Guiguan to meet my son.

It turned out that I came here to ask for work. The young man's face softened a little. After all, they also want to eat in Qingfengguan. He pointed to the side and said, "Let's line up over there."

Qin Lang looked over, and at the end of the side of the tall mountain gate, there was a small house, the gate was closed, but there was a long queue outside, and countless people were waiting.

"Little brother, can you accommodate me?" Qin Lang winked at the attendant, and the attendant immediately took out a handful of bank notes from his pocket and handed them to the young man.

The young man took it calmly, and the banknote disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he didn't know where he took it.

"This layman is so sincere, I think the uncle will not blame you for being abrupt."

After finishing speaking, he led the way ahead, Qin Lang chuckled in his heart, whatever you want, as long as you see money, you will still keep your eyes open!

The young man walked with Qin Lang for a while and then arrived in front of the hut. Regardless of the people next to him, he led Qin Lang straight to the front.

Although those people felt a little upset, no one dared to say anything. After all, that person was brought by a disciple of Qingfeng Temple, and he might be a related household, so he should not be offended.

Soon the door opened, and a smiling man came out, who must have received a satisfactory answer.

The young man went in with Qin Lang and his followers.

The decoration in the room is very simple, there is only a wooden bed, a square table and four wooden stools, nothing else.

Sitting behind the wooden table was a white-haired old man, who looked a little bit fairy-tale.

On a wooden table there is a white cloth with some text written on it.

Qin Lang leaned over to take a look, good guy, the price written on the white cloth is the price of their Qingfeng Temple.

And that amount is not small, just asking them to do a ritual will cost 10,000 taels of silver.

As for subduing demons and exorcising demons, it is even more exaggerated. The base price is 100,000 yuan. As for the details, we have to wait until we observe the situation before discussing them in detail.

Qin Lang didn't know much about this world, and he didn't know if there were any ghosts or ghosts here, or if it was just a way for these Taoists to cheat money.

The young man took out half of the banknotes he had collected and distributed them to the man, and then said: "Uncle Master, this layman has something urgent to ask for your help."

Teacher Uncle pressed the bank note, roughly estimated to be at least tens of thousands of taels, he couldn't help but nodded and said: "What's the matter?"

"Our master wants the Taoist priest to..."

The entourage stepped forward to report, but was interrupted by Qin Lang before he finished speaking: "I want the Taoist priest to help me relieve my worries.

The attendant looked at the master strangely, not understanding why he suddenly changed his mind, didn't he ask the Taoist priest to meet the young master?

"What worries do you have outside the staff?"

The old man said indifferently, but it surprised the young man and his followers.

They never disclosed the identity of the person (Master) who came over, but they didn't expect him to figure it out.

Qin Lang smiled, "The Taoist priest really has boundless magic power, so I ask the Taoist priest to help me figure out how to solve my worries, but... I. I am afraid that the Taoist priest will not dare to calculate."

"You!" As soon as Qin Lang's words came out, the young man next to him glared at Qin Lang immediately. His uncle had just performed such a magical skill, and this kid dared to say such a thing. He clearly underestimated his uncle, and even more so Look down on them Qingfengguan.

Sure enough, the old Taoist also frowned, and said coldly: "Joke, there is no problem in the world that the old man can't solve."

"Oh? Then ask the Taoist priest to do the math for me."

The old man snorted coldly, closed his eyes, and looked contemplative. He decided that he had to figure out what worries this man had, and then he would not help him solve them, but let him beg himself like a dog.

The young man also looked at Qin Lang with a sneer, and thought to himself that after the uncle figured it out, he would immediately drive this man out, and wanted him to make Tian Ying Ying Di not work, and let him die on his own!

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something amiss. Why did the uncle's forehead sweat? Could it be that the man's worries were beyond the scope of the uncle's ability?

He immediately shook his head, how could it be possible, the last time my uncle counted the birth of a monster on Wuliang Mountain, he didn't show this expression, how could he be stumped by a mortal thing.

It must be because the weather is too hot, and the uncle sat here for such a long time, and it is not surprising that he shed a drop of sweat.

The next moment his eyes were straightened, and he saw that the bean-sized sweat on his uncle's forehead kept sliding down like rain, and soon it was almost like taking a bath, even the collar of his shirt was soaked

He was a little dazed, and he had never seen his uncle show such a look before.

"!"

There was a scream.

The old Taoist who was sitting peacefully turned over suddenly, fell to the ground with his buttocks, trembling all over his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" The young man hurried to his side, trying to lift him up, the moment he held his arm, his eyelids couldn't help jumping wildly, and his arm was like a cradle. The pendulum can't stabilize at all.

He swallowed his saliva, he didn't know what the master uncle had planned, that he was frightened into such a state, as if he had hit an evil spirit.

Qin Lang smiled slightly and said, "Now the priest should understand what worries me?"

Still trembling uncontrollably, the old Taoist pointed at Qin Lang, but didn't say a word.

Originally, he thought that this mortal's sorrow was nothing more than a small matter of being hunted down by his enemies or being invaded by evil spirits at home, but he never expected that it would be exaggerated to such an extent that it was related to the safety of the whole world!

In the end, he could only helplessly look at his nephew, and said in a trembling tone: "Quick, hurry up, let your master come, invite Tianzun over!"

God!

The young men were surprised again, Tianzun is the most noble and mysterious existence in their Qingfeng temple, and even their moral master is several grades lower than Weizun.

But Tianzun never showed his face, and they even wondered if Tianzun was just a great power fabricated by the masters.

Thinking that there might be a chance to meet the legendary figure, the young man felt excited, and hurried out to inform his master. .