Nightfall

“Waste! Slag!”

“roll!”

In the depths of West Ling, in the cliffs covered by the vines, there is a hoarse voice full of grievances and violent scent. The snoring is squeaky, like a sword that can pierce countless layers of armor, and for some reason, Tightly blocked on the cliff all around, no leaking to the outside world.

The vines were in chaos, and a form plunged from the deep caves and fell heavily on Stony Ground. It was a youngster wearing an old robes. I don’t know how long it took. He finally woke up and climbed up hard. He supported the vine on the cliff and coughed, and the blood splattered from the lips. Out, in a short while, the front of the robes was reddish, and it looked very miserable.

The Taoist is naturally Long Qing. He took a rest for the moment, confirmed that the injury was not serious, went to the cliff, picked up the bucket and carried the bag, and continued to go to the cave above the cliff. There was no fear or blame in the calm eyes. I didn’t even turn round at all to see the deep cave.

These days, I climbed the cliffs of the vines and dealt with the seriously injured old people in the caves. He deeply felt the horrible temper of these distorted people.

The number of times of humiliation has increased, naturally numb, and the number of injuries has increased. It is becoming clearer that there is a difference in strength between the old Taoist priests and where there is any resentment.

The disabled priests in the cave, although they don’t have any good looks on Long Qing, can be said to be screaming and snoring, but they know that if they want to know the news of the human world in time, keep in touch with the outside world. Long Qing can’t be killed directly, so they still have some measure, which makes Long Qing painful, but it will not affect his actions.

There are a lot of caves in the cliff. There are many disabled people. Everyone thinks that they have a sense of proportion. When they are in a position, they don’t know where to go. Long Qing is not hurt in every cave, but so much. With so many caves in the sky, the injury is still one day becoming heavier than the day.

Long Qing’s movements were much slower because of injuries, and when the day’s work returned to the Taoist temple, the sky was near. The warm and fiery sunset, from the head of the West Ling mountains, illuminates the simple Taoist temple. He stands in front of the lakeside huts and looks at the beautiful scenery without any expression on his face.

The middle-aged Taoist walked slowly to him and looked at the lake in the twilight. He did not explain to him the identity of the old people in the cave, but indifferently said: “The more beautiful the scenery, the fewer people there are.”

Long Qing saluted the middle-aged Taoist, and asked: “Martial Uncle, has there been so few people in the audience?”

From the South China Sea to the Zhishou Monastery, except for the three Martial Uncles, Long Qing did not see anyone else. The simple and beautiful Taoist temple was always surrounded by silence.

“After ten years ago, when Pippi and the little girl were still there, there was a lot of fun in the view, but then everyone went away, and Ye Su only came back once in a while, and it was inevitable that she would become lonely.”

The middle-aged Taoist said: “But I heard that the little girl has inherited the ruling Divine Throne, and the light and Tianyu Divine Throne will probably be replaced. Then, after a while, the view will be lively for a few days.”

The West Ling Divine Palace Headmaster and the three High Priest, as well as the Great Tang Preceptor and the likes of Yan Se Grandmaster and the other, need to accept Vast Sky baptism in the Zhishou Monastery before being awarded the High Priest. Long Qing knows this allusion, just thinking that Ye Hongyu has already reached this step, and it looks a bit stunned.

“Holy Land in the heart of Dao Sect disciple, the legendary Unknowable Land in Culture, but the result is such a simple and even quiet and boring Taoist. Is it different from your imagination?”

Long Qing shook his head and said: “Since you don’t know, you can’t imagine it. You can only see it with your own eyes. You can know… No, even if you live here, you don’t know.”

The middle-aged Dao smiled and looked at him and said: “I can understand this. It is not bad. My Zhishou Monastery is a place of the world, so it can be simple, quiet, and even lonely. If you really think that the Zhishou Monastery you see in your eyes, It’s Zhishou Monastery, that’s stupid.”

“The people living in the mountain are Zhishou Monastery. The West Ling Divine Palace is the Zhishou Monastery. The Monastery Lord is the Zhishou Monastery, you and I are the Zhishou Monastery, and the entire Dao Sect is the Zhishou Monastery, as long as it is illuminated by Vast Sky. They are all Zhishou Monastery. Before you came to Zhishou Monastery, you are already in the Zhishou Monastery.”

The sentence of the middle-aged Taoist is somewhat esoteric, but Long Qing understood at least the first sentence.

It is necessary to know that the disabled priests living in the caves are unknown in the world, but the cultivation base state is extremely horrible. Some of them are obviously more than five sects, and they have become the legendary Sage – such a Zhishou Monastery, it really is It’s hard to imagine its great place.

“I know very well how bad the old guys living in the caves are. If they are hurt, they don’t need to be forced. Although this is good for your temperament, the road is detrimental, and for future Cultivation. After all, it will create obstacles. Later, you will go to the pharmacy to get some medicine.”

The middle-aged Taoist man looked at him and said.

Long Qing seems to have thought of one thing inadvertently and asked: “Martial Uncle, when I finished the drug store a few days ago, I saw medicine cauldron. I wonder if I can use it?”

The middle-aged Taoist eyes show the appreciation of the eyes, saying: “It seems that you have the benefits of the Cultural Scrolls, and the mind is not confused by the cultivation technique of the rivers, but you can still notice the refinery in the corner. The law, probably this is your Good Fortune, you want to use medicine cauldron, then wash it afterwards.”

…………Zhishou Monastery’s medicine store is not on the lakeside, but on the west side of the cliff, it is an 2-Layer Dao Temple building. The beams and columns are engraved with complicated symbols, painted with gorgeous patterns, revealing a clear The expensive taste is more like the main hall of the Taoist Temple than the grass houses on the lakeside that offer seven volumes of Heavenly Scripture.

In front of the pharmacy is a large meadow gentle slope, under the gentle slope is the road cliff, the cliff is not deep, but the apes are unable to climb, ordinary humans can not come here, even the world’s amazingly large Cultivator can Climb the cliff, but it will be instantly killed by the hidden form between the meadows.

Long Qing looked at the burning meadow in the twilight, feeling the horrible force of the faintly discernible. After a moment of silence, he turned and walked to the pharmacy. He had an old iron hoop in his hand, and the iron ring was covered with a lot of seemingly ordinary keys, but without these keys, he could not enter the pharmacy.

The door of the Pharmacy slowly opened, revealing a large space that was completely inconsistent with the appearance of the temple. The array of arrays stretched all the way to the depths of the temple. It seemed that there was a distant li, and there was no end.

Numerous rare drugs and pharmaceutical raw materials are placed on the array rack, and various pharmaceutical materials have corresponding formations to provide suitable ventilation and warm and humid environments.

These drugs and materials are hard to see in the world, and many of them have been marked as vacancies in the West Ling Code. If you flow into the world, you will be attracted to countless Cultivators, but here are these rare drug materials. Because there are too many types, it seems so ordinary, and it is placed on the array rack casually, and it seems to have been put on for many years, and many people have not paid attention to it for many years.

It’s hard to imagine, but it’s very easy to understand. Whether it is the emperor of Southern Jin or the monarch of Song Country, he must be humbled in front of West Ling Divine Palace. Whether it is barren or rich, he must dedicate his wealth to West Ling Divine. Palace, this is like the wealth and resources of this World are owned by West Ling Divine Palace.

In the words of Lian Sheng Grandmaster, West Ling Divine Palace is a group of dogs raised by Zhishou Monastery. West Ling Divine Palace searches for all the wealth resources in the world. In addition to maintaining Dao Sect’s rule over World, the most precious ones, of course, must be sent. To Zhishou Monastery, in this sense, the previous middle-aged Taoist said that there is nothing wrong with it. The World shrouded by Vast Sky is the Zhishou Monastery, except for the country called Tang.

Long Qing is responsible for cleaning up the whole Zhishou Monastery these days, and every day I come to the Pharmacy to pick the drugs that the horrible old Taoist need in the cave. I am very familiar with it, so I am not as shocked as when I first came in. Carrying the key, walking to the depths of the temple, did not take a look at the drugs on both sides.

Living in the Jinshan Yuhai all day, anyone can develop this kind of state of mind, but when Long Qing went to the deepest part of the Pharmacy, and walked to the open sandalwood door, his expression became dignified.

Behind the hollowed-out sandalwood door, it is the most important place in the Pharmacy. It contains some of the most precious materials and medicines. Before, he did not have the key to this door and never went in.

The medicine cauldron that Long Qing needed was outside the door. He saw it through the wooden door a few days ago. Today he tried to ask, but he did not expect it to be allowed by Martial Uncle.

He found the simplest key on the big hoop, inserted it into the lock, and only heard a slight click, and the sandalwood door slowly opened.

Long Qing walked in and began to seriously look for the drug materials he needed. The medicine he was preparing for, most of the materials were in the main hall, but the two most important materials should be treasured here, so he The look is very cautious and even a little nervous.

The medicine he prepared for refining was called the siting Dan on the Heavenly Scripture sandpaper, except that he could heal the wounds left by the old Taoist priests these days, and more importantly, the Snow that would allow him to be repaired by the Monastery Lord. Mountain and the Ocean of Qi repeats stability, in other words, this pill can make his Cultivation smoother.

Pills that have such efficacy are of course extremely valuable. In the records of the West Ling Code, even the Spirit Pill, which has been described as a medical bone, has never been imagined. Long Qing never imagined that he had the opportunity to make this out. Medicated pill, so his tension at this time can be understood.

Suddenly, the tension on Long Qing’s face was replaced by shock.

He did not find the medicinal materials needed to refine the stagnation of Dan, but in those bottles and cans, he saw a small porcelain bottle that was crystal clear and did not know what materials to use.

There is a very light medicinal scent from the little porcelain bottle.

(To be continued)