Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

   Chapter 204 My Wife, Lin Xun'er

  Two days later, they successfully arrived in Lingxi Town.

  Zhuoguang Mountain has already appeared in everyone's field of vision, but they plan to buy some in the town and then officially go up the mountain.

   "By the way, Senior Brother, Li Xuanbin and Lin Xun'er have settled down in Lingxi Town. I haven't seen you for a long time. I wonder how they are doing?"

   Qingquan said excitedly.

   Zhang Ming nodded slightly, and couldn't help thinking in his heart, could this Lin Xun'er be the peak master of the first peak of the Hehuan Sect?

   It is said that one peak and one line are passed down from generation to generation, and they practice the secret technique of one-mind awareness of the Tao, paying attention to "if the heart is happy, why should the body desire".

  Contemporary peak masters are the best in the world, and have already cultivated to the realm of Yangshen at a young age.

  They...will they be the same person?

   "Since you're here, let's go over and disturb for a day."

   Zhang Ming said to the crowd.

   However, Li Xuanbin's stone courtyard was not big enough to accommodate so many people, so he asked Yin Xue to go to the town and book a few more rooms.

   "The last time I went down the mountain, there was a white wolf king leading a pack of wolves to attack the town, thanks to the great power of Pindao..."

  Qingquan boasted to the others while walking away.

   Before taking two steps, some people in the town recognized them, and immediately shouted happily: "Qinghui Daoist! It's Qinghui Daoist! We can go up the mountain and offer incense!"

  The townspeople rushed to call each other, and soon there were many people watching.

   "I didn't expect Qing Hui Daoist to have such a high reputation in the town."

  Zhanhong saw it for the first time and couldn't help but admire.

   Qingquan and Yourong Yan raised their chests: "Of course, we fought off the White Wolf King, defeated Xiaohanshan Temple, and saved the town!"

   Bai Yao asked curiously: "Master, why didn't anyone come up to thank you, why are they all surrounding Master?"

   Qingquan's tone choked, and he hummed: "What does a child know? It's called a teacher to hide his merit and fame."

   Zhang Ming greeted the enthusiastic townspeople and walked to Lee Hyun Bin's stone courtyard.

   Last time, Wang Shougui and Su Tan’er were here to welcome their relatives. Now the world has changed, and they have been separated from each other, and it is no longer possible.

   However, Wang Shougui still has a home in Yingtian Academy.

   I don't know if his promise of thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi will be fulfilled, and whether he will make more achievements.

  Most people in the world have beautiful dreams, passionate yearnings, and surging passions when they are young, but they are all unknowingly wiped out by time and reality.

   "Master Qing Hui! Does what you say count?"

   At this time, a little boy suddenly shouted loudly.

   Zhang Ming turned his eyes and saw that it was the grandparents and grandsons of Li Apo, who had been working hard to maintain the reputation of Lingshu Temple when he was fighting with Xiaohanshan Temple that day.

   "Qing Hui Daoist, kid Meng Lang...cough, don't take it seriously."

Grandma Li greeted tremblingly, "After you left last time, I went to Lingshu Temple to incense a few times, but it still hasn't changed, it's the same as it is, but unfortunately Taixuzi is no longer there...Old, old lady I can't crawl anymore."

  The last time she defeated the White Wolf King and Xiaohanshan Temple, Zhang Ming left the imprint of the Taiqing Talisman in her body, so she could enter and leave Lingshu Temple freely.

   "However, I didn't expect that the little guy from Changshou would also worship in your spiritual center, but he didn't know about this kid in my family..."

   She touched the little boy's head, a little worried.

   She is old, and her time is short. The only thing she cares about in this life is that after her death, this grandson will not be taken care of.

   The little boy Zaohui, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, tightly clutched Granny Li's shirt and said, "Grandma, Daoist Qing Hui will be able to speak."

  Zhang Ming was amused and asked, "Li Xiaoyao, you say that what you say is to be counted. I don't know which sentence you are referring to?"

   He still remembered the little boy's name, Li Xiaoyao.

   This is an unforgettable feeling.

  Li Xiaoyao immediately raised his head when he heard his question, and said, "Daoist Qing Hui, do you remember you said that if one day I find someone named Zhao Linger, you will accept me as a disciple!"

   Zhang Ming was taken aback for a moment, he did say this at that time.

   But at that time, he was more thinking of jokes and feelings, so he was emotional for a while.

   He asked earnestly, "Have you found Zhao Linger?"

   Auntie Li hurriedly grabbed the little boy and said apologetically, "Daoist Qing Hui, it's all children making fun of, how can you take it seriously. The old lady can't cause you any trouble. I'm going to send this child to Yuhang City for his aunt to take."

  Li Xiaoyao was in a hurry: "Grandma, I'm not fooling around! The little girl who moved in next door, I asked, her name is Zhao Linger!"

  Zhang Ming was delighted: "It's such a coincidence that there really is a Zhao Linger. Li Xiaoyao, take the Pindao to see it. If it's what you said, then why would the Pindao accept you as a disciple."

Zhan Hong and Guo Xiang next to    immediately showed their envy.

  It's a pity that Yin Xue is not here, otherwise, the hand holding the knife would be trembling with envy.

   They have followed Zhang Ming for so long, and they have no chance to worship him.

   Auntie Li secretly wiped away her tears. She didn't understand that Daoist Qing Hui had a good heart, and she was taking care of her old lady because of her love of incense.

   "Hey, thank you."

   She sighed, grabbed Li Xiaoyao, pushed aside the crowd, and walked home together.

   Zhang Ming curiously led the crowd to follow, and soon came to a dilapidated thatched hut.

   An old man was helping to repair the window in front of the house. The wooden window ridge was damaged and no one had repaired it for a long time.

   It can be seen that Grandma Li's family is very poor.

   "Old Zhaotou, it's not long since you moved here. How can I trouble you to repair windows for the old lady and the two of them. It's impossible, absolutely impossible!"

   Grandma Li was a little anxious when she saw the other party.

   But her old arms and legs, this action, immediately ouch, almost fell.

   The old man was quick-witted and held her up.

   "Auntie Li, look at what you said, I have nothing to do with the old man. The neighbors and villagers should help each other. Besides, the table in my house is still your permission."

   Lao Zhaotou was very grateful and said with a cheerful smile.

   His spirit is stronger than Li Apo, with a moderate build, a slightly bulging belly, and a few lees marks on his nose.

   Zhang Ming glanced at him, this person has no cultivation base, just an ordinary old man who moved from a foreign country.

   A little girl who was fiddling with sawdust heard the movement and jumped up happily, shouting in a clear voice, "Brother Xiaoyao, you're back!"

   Zhang Ming's heart trembled. He hadn't heard the four words in these words for so long that he almost forgot the events of the last world and the terrible life.

  Li Xiaoyao was still innocent and smiled: "Sister Ling'er, today I will bring you an unseen big man. Well, he is the Taoist priest of Qinghui, the master of Lingshu!"

  The edict of the Empress has been posted on the outer wall of the east of the town. Even three-year-old children in Lingxi Town know that the Qing Hui Daoist of Lingshu Temple has great ability and was canonized by His Majesty.

   Zhao Linger immediately opened a pair of beautiful eyes, clapped her hands and said, "Ah, are you the Taoist priest Qinghui?"

   She looked left and right, and said suspiciously, "I didn't see three heads and six arms, a dragon head and a phoenix tail."

   Zhang Ming is speechless, what are these words?

  Li Xiaoyao immediately covered her mouth in embarrassment and explained, "Linger, that's all my bragging."

   Then, he straightened his chest again, "However, Daoist Qing Hui will accept me as his apprentice today! When I learn the skills, I will definitely take you all over the world to descend demons and subdue demons!"

   said, he pulled Zhang Ming's sleeve and begged: "Qinghui Daoist, she is Zhao Linger."

Grandma Li and Lao Zhaotou looked at each other and smiled, and said, "Daoist Qing Hui, don't take the children's jokes seriously. You don't need to accept apprentices, you can let them go to incense often and listen to your lectures, they are already great for them. blessing."

   "Hey, when they reach our age, they will understand that what kind of immortal cultivation is, and what kind of demons are eliminated, it is better to live a safe and healthy life."

   The two were quite emotional.

   Lao Zhaotou added: "If you can drink a little wine every day when you are old, it will be even more perfect!"

   Zhang Ming couldn't help but smile, he didn't expect this old man to be an alcoholic.

  Li Xiaoyao was a little anxious: "Grandma, how can you not count the good things that you adults said."

   Zhang Ming couldn't help but patted his head and said with a smile: "Xiaoyao is right, Auntie Li, as the master of the view, how can you not believe what you say, and you should promise."

"real?"

  Li Xiaoyao jumped up with joy and shouted, "I knew that Taoist priest Qing Hui was the best!"

   Zhao Linger poked him quietly.

  Li Xiaoyao suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said, "My disciple, Li Xiaoyao, sees Master!"

   Zhang Ming received the kowtow ceremony, and immediately supported him, smiled: "Don't be happy first, the poor Taoist also depends on whether it is a named disciple or a true disciple."

"Look, the one next to you is your senior sister, who is a true disciple named Lu Xueqing, with the Taoist name Yiqing. And this one is your uncle Qingquan; your uncle's apprentice Bai Yao, with the Taoist name Yiyao, See you soon."

  Li Xiaoyao smiled happily and shouted: "I have seen Master Qingquan, I have seen Yiqing and Yiyao sisters!"

   Turning around, he raised his head and asked, "Master, how can I become your true disciple?"

   Zhang Ming pointed at the same time and landed on his forehead. Immediately, infinite light and shadow poured into his mind between his fingers.

   In the light and shadow, there is a blue-robed Taoist envoy with a flying sword, flying like a dragon, like a frightening dragon, the sword shadow spreads continuously, sometimes breaking through the sky, sometimes piercing the darkness.

   "Li Xiaoyao, today I will teach you a sword-fighting technique for your master. If you can cultivate it within three months, you can climb the Lingshu Temple and become a true disciple of your master!"

   Zhang Ming's voice entered his mind in a trance, "Otherwise, it's just a name!"

  Li Xiaoyao closed his eyes and immersed himself in swordsmanship.

   "Grandma, what about Daoist Qing Hui?"

   Auntie Li gave him a look: "Leave early."

  Li Xiaoyao could not help but let out a disappointed "Oh", and immediately cheered up, shouting: "Grandma, I'm going to practice swordsmanship! By the way, I don't need to leave dinner tonight, I'm not free!"

   After saying that, he ran to the side and used Lao Zhao's head to cut the remaining wooden boards, ready to cut a wooden sword.

   Grandma Li stomped her feet: "This child..."

   After a while, the old Zhaotou took Zhao Linger back to his bamboo courtyard, and he could still see the young man practicing swords.

   "Grandpa, didn't you come to Lingxi Town this time to meet Daoist Master Qing Hui, the master of Lingshu? Why didn't you speak or go up to talk to you just now?"

   Zhao Linger asked suddenly.

  Old Zhaotou took out a wine gourd from his arms, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, didn't you see this silly boy? Follow him, but you won't be able to enter the Lingshu Temple?"

   Zhao Linger pouted: "Brother Xiaoyao is not stupid!"

   Lao Zhaotou couldn't help but glared at her. Could it be that this stupidity is still contagious, and he immediately warned: "Ling'er, let's use our brains more in the future, rely on wisdom, not brute force."

   "Look at that silly boy, holding a wooden sword and dancing at will, how can he practice the sword like this!"

   He shook his head, disliking Li Xiaoyao's swordsmanship very much.

   Zhao Linger stomped her feet: "Hmph, I'm ignoring you!"

  …

  Everyone should be walking on the road, Qingquan couldn't help but ask: "Senior brother, you are too casual to accept apprentices! I don't even need to measure the root and bones, in case you are twenty years old, you are still in the state of nourishing Qi!"

   When he said it, he didn't have the self-awareness and humiliation that he was in the state of nourishing Qi when he was twenty years old.

   has no other advantages, only thick-skinned.

   Zhang Ming looked back and said with a smile: "Li Xiaoyao, these three words are worthy of my swordsmanship."

   He didn't explain and walked away.

   Qingquan pouted, and kept up with it honestly. What the brother said naturally has the truth of the brother.

   As senior brother often said, Taoism is natural!

   Soon, Li Xuanbin's stone courtyard appeared in everyone's field of vision, but they were stunned when they saw it.

  I saw the simple dilapidated stone courtyard, now covered with white sails, one by one, this is... mourning flags!

   "Someone died?"

   Zhang Ming and Qingquan's faces instantly turned ugly.

   Could it be that Lee Hyun Bin or Lim Hoon Ah died? But how long has it been since then, how could there be such a big change.

  The two came to the front of the courtyard, and saw a man in a white shirt kneeling at the entrance of the main hall, his back to everyone.

   This man was silent, and he did not know how long he had been kneeling.

   Zhang Ming and Qingquan have recognized each other, this is Li Xuanbin who once entered the Lingshu Temple to plead guilty.

   That back is very desolate and sad. They couldn't bear to be disturbed, so they stood quietly in the yard.

   After a long time, Lee Hyun Bin shrugged his shoulders.

   Turning around, he wiped the corners of his eyes, turned around, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master Qinghui, you are here."

  Zhang Ming then bowed and said, "Master Li, it's been a long time since I haven't seen you. Please forgive me."

  Li Xuanbin's eyes were red, and he apologized: "The house is rudimentary, and it is a mourning hall, so I can't invite the Taoist priest to come in and talk. Why don't you just sit at the stone table in the yard and have tea."

   Said, he walked into the house, brought out the boiled tea, and sprinkled the old tea leaves in the cup.

   Zhang Ming sat at the stone table.

  Last time, it was night and the moon was mottled, and they were sitting here chatting.

  In the blink of an eye, time has changed.

   "Master Li, do you know that Pindao is coming?"

   Zhang Ming picked up the tea he had prepared at an unknown time, and suddenly asked unexpectedly.

   Li Xuanbin was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "I knew that I couldn't hide Daoist Qing Hui. To be honest, Li was the last peak master of the first peak of the Hehuan Sect."

   He waved his hand to reveal the dharma light between his fingers.

   "I originally entered the cycle of reincarnation, my memory was dusty, and I lost my cultivation. I didn't wake up until recently."

   He also picked up a cup of tea and sighed, "I really didn't expect that the world looks like this."

  Qingquan, Guo Xiang and the others were like enemies in an instant: "You...you are the devil of the Acacia Demon Sect?!"

  Zhang Ming waved his hand, indicating that there is no need to panic.

   Li Xuanbin also raised his eyes and smiled: "Who said that the people in the Hehuan Sect must be the devil?"

  Qingquan and others also thought about it, seeing that Qinghui Daoist did not do anything, so they took the guard.

   "Hey hey, it's the poor way, don't blame me!"

   Qingquan touched his head and smiled.

   Zhang Ming shook his head and asked, "Master Li, I don't know who died in the hall... Who is it?"

   Li Xuanbin sighed softly: "My wife, Lin Xun'er."

   (end of this chapter)