Celestial Immortal

   Chapter 481 Returning to the hometown of Lingshan

   Master Xu Ping Dao Chang Yuanshen went on a trip, and the fate was unpredictable, and Chu Chen had no good plan for a while.

   He talked with Qingying in the Dilongkeng Ghost City for half an hour, using the technique of Yuanshen to travel, this would have traveled thousands of miles.

  The world is huge, and it is impossible to find the master's soul to travel.

  What Chu Chen can do right now is to protect Master's fleshly body so that when his Primordial Spirit returns, he can receive him in time.

  Chu Chen comforted the little boy and prayed to himself:

   "I hope Master Jiren will have his own celestial appearance."

  Thousands of miles away, there are green forests and lofty mountains.

  In the rolling hills, there is an unknown hill, which the nearby villagers call "Lingshan".

   According to legend, there was a group of Taoist cultivators in Lingshan.

  In the past, when the villagers encountered evil and strange things, the first thing they did was not to seek help from the local ghosts and gods, but to ask the experts in Lingshan for help. The villagers of Shiliba all praised the Lingshan faction.

   However, in recent years, people who practice in the mountains have closed the mountain, and Lingshan is no longer in the "spirit", but has become an ordinary mountain top in Shili Baxiang.

  The vegetation is prosperous, wild beasts are rampant, and there is no "fairy trail".

   "What a big change."

  Xu Ping had a cloud under his feet, hiding in the cloud and mist, looking at the familiar village under his feet, his heart was full of emotion.

   He grew up in the Lingshan School. When he was a Taoist boy, he often followed the elders of the division to exorcise evil spirits and hunt down demons for the villagers.

  To this day, he can still recognize many villagers.

  It's a pity that things are different, and we can't go back.

   Daoist Master Xu Ping shook his head, dispelling the yellowed memory in his mind, his footsteps collapsed, and he stepped into Lingshan.

   Water is not deep, there are dragons and spirits, mountains are not high, and immortals are famous.

  The ancestral land of Lingshan School is not a blessed land, nor is it a land of spiritual veins. It is ordinary, and there is nothing surprising. At most, the spiritual qi is a little richer than the outside.

   Daoist Xu Ping came to the gate of the mountain with a light car and familiarized himself with the road, and with his hands, he easily entered the mountain protection formation and entered the ancestral courtyard of the Lingshan School.

  Lingshan School is a small school, but the palace in the mountain gate, the practice room, the spiritual field, everything.

   Although the sparrow is small and complete with all the internal organs, Lingshan sect has everything that a sect should have.

   However, the entire Lingshan Sect was in ruins, overgrown with grass and moss, giving people a desolate feeling of loneliness and desolation.

   "Hey~ if it wasn't for the fact that there was a problem with the fundamental practice of Lingshan Sect, how could it be so deserted."

   Daoist Xu Ping couldn't help but sigh.

   Today, stimulated by his apprentice's diligence in Taoism, he decided to go out for a stroll, clear away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and regrouped to practice hard, but he unknowingly wandered around Lingshan.

  Xu Pingdao took long legs and began to wander aimlessly, seeing things and people, and recalling the past.

  Unconsciously, he came to Lingshan Hall.

  Lingshan Temple is the temple of the ancestors of the Lingshan School. The temple is dedicated to the ancestors of the Three Qing Dynasty, the ancestors of Lingshan, and Mr. Guigu. It is the most important and solemn place of the Lingshan School.

   "Disciple Yun Shui pays homage to the patriarchs!"

   Daoist Master Xu Ping knelt down on the futon in front of the hall and bowed deeply.

   Before going to Lingshan, he was filled with loss and pressure that his apprentice was about to catch up with him. However, after revisiting the ruined and desolate Lingshan gate, the distracting thoughts in his heart were swept away.

   The face of being a master is small, but the future of Lingshan School is big.

  Thinking of this, Daoist Xu Ping with a sad face showed a faint smile on his face, saying:

   "The ancestors, the disciples shoulder the responsibility of rebuilding the Lingshan Mountain. I feel quite pressured and depressed. Fortunately, I rescued the young man inadvertently a few years ago. This son is enlightened Su Hui.

   "Thanks to my disciple, I have perfected the practice method [Hunyuan Xuangong], and my Taoist cultivation has broken through the seventh-rank Taoist in one fell swoop.

   "Speaking of which, it is also a kind of trouble of happiness. As a disciple of Taoism, I have made progress too fast. Not to mention my talent is excellent. There are still many adventures.

   In front of the patriarch's hall, Daoist Xu Ping rambled about what happened recently in their generation of the new Lingshan faction, and reported to the patriarchs in front of the hall.

   At first, Daoist Xu Ping still had a sad expression on his face. As he spoke, his tone couldn't help but lighten up, and there was a little more ease in his words.

  The main hall was empty, and only the reverberation of Daoist Master Xu Ping reverberated.

   Suddenly, an old voice sounded in the hall.

   "Kid Yunshui, you have done a good job, practice hard, don't think too much."

   These words that came out suddenly, immediately startled Daoist Xu Ping, he didn't do the ritual, he just talked.

   A voice suddenly appeared in the hall, then there was only one possibility—there was someone in the hall!

   After being surprised, Daoist Xu Ping looked around with a look of surprise on his face:

   "Master, are you back?"

   In the blink of an eye, an old Taoist with a childlike face walked in from outside the hall unhurriedly.

   Although his pace was full, he came to him in a blink of an eye.

   Laodao categorically denied: "No no no, boy, I am not your master."

   Daoist Xu Ping looked around and looked around, and it was true that he did not match the Master in his impression. However, it was not ruled out that he had used a secret method, which was difficult to distinguish from his appearance and breath.

   "Then which uncle and uncle or uncle are you?"

   Xu Ping gave a big gift after speaking, looking quite excited.

At that time, the Lingshan School suffered a major change, and there were major problems in the practice of the practice. The entire Lingshan School had to break the wrist. Links of the Lingshan faction.

   As a result, there were only three or two big cats and kittens left from the small sect in Japan in the past, and the heavy burden of revitalizing the Lingshan sect was suddenly placed on him.

   Xu Ping inherited and supported the Lingshan School facade by himself, no matter how difficult it was, he supported it.

  But now, seeing the elders of the division, Rao is a tough man, and the softness in his heart was suddenly moved.

  The old Taoist with a childlike face saw Xu Ping's excited appearance, and shook his head again and again:

   "Boy, I'm not a senior of your Lingshan faction, I'm mistaken."

   Xu Ping was stunned, isn't he a senior of the Lingshan faction?

   "You are not an elder of Lingshan, so why did you appear at the gate of Lingshan."

  Hefa Tong Yan Laodao stroked his beard: "I and your master are friends of life and death. You also know that it is inconvenient for him to return to Lingshan, so he entrusted me to come back and take a look, and by the way, bring something for you guys."

   Xu Ping did not believe this statement, but he did not argue, but asked:

   "Senior, where are my master and the elders of Lingshan now?"

   "Hey, Chi'er, what's the use of you asking, since then, they have all been expelled from the mountain gate, and they are no longer the disciples of the Lingshan faction."

  Hefa Tongyan finished speaking, seeing Xu Ping staring at him in a daze, unmoved, sighed, and said:

   "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you listen to it."

   After finishing speaking, Hefa Tong Yan Laodao looked up at the sky and said leisurely:

   "Some of them fell into the devil, and some continued to practice the witches and witches, and they planted golden lotuses in the fire.

   (end of this chapter)