There are more than a dozen Taoist children in the classroom. Except for the natural immortal roots in the Foundation Establishment Stage, the other Taoist children are at the level of Qi training stage.

They sat cross-legged on the futon, and there was a wooden table in front of them.

In addition to placing the four treasures of the study and books, the wooden table actually has an abacus, but the beads of the abacus are all made with human eyes.

Ren Qing not only deliberately reduced his sense of existence, but also divided some ghosts and shadows to follow Wu Quanzi, mainly to explore the reality of Wuwei Taoist Temple.

"What the hell, can the Taoist sect teach arithmetic now?"

He fiddled with the abacus a few times, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in his fingertips, almost breaking the skin of the scapegoat.

Ren Qing didn't expect that the abacus was still a magic weapon. If he used it randomly, his fingers would be stirred into minced meat in an instant.

He had already noticed the unusualness of Wuwei Taoist Temple and was about to continue checking, but the sound of footsteps outside the door walked into the classroom from far to near.

He was a middle-aged female Taoist priest in her forties. Her limbs were alienated to varying degrees, and her cultivation was at the level of perfect foundation building.

There was no need for a female Taoist priest to remind him, and the chanting sounds were actively heard in class.

"I'm afraid to see the strange goblet and the strange ones, and list the names and names of all things."

"Don't mess with toilets in separate departments, I'll have fun with Shaocheng."

"If you work hard, you will be happy..."

After hearing this, Ren Qing raised his eyebrows and immediately realized that what he was studying in class was the "Qizhao Pian" which was literate and polite.

Although the article is far less famous than the Hundred Family Names, it is indeed an ancient textbook for literacy and is usually read by Tong Sheng every day.

However, the urgent article of Wuwei Taoist Temple has made some modifications, and various types of silver and money conversions are added, which should be the corresponding magic instrument abacus.

Ren Qing just regarded it as the enlightenment of arithmetic.

But for him, it was a bit uncomfortable to let himself and a group of young children learn to read in class, so it would be better to go to the mountains to retreat.

The life span of two hundred years is almost the same, and it is time to be promoted to Shadowless Ghost.

Ren Qing did not expect that Taoist children could at least have Qi training period, but they could not even be able to read.

He suspected that when Wuwei Taoist Temple recruited Taoist children, it had already instilled the content of the Tianzang Method into its memory through certain means.

Ren Qing suddenly lost interest and focused all his attention on Wu Quantu.

Because of alienation and loss of control, Wu Quanzi's nature is a little strange, but he is obviously controlling himself after staying away from the crowd.

He sat cross-legged like a corpse, saying that he was practicing, but in fact there was no movement.

In the Taoist temple, the center is the statue of Tiandaozi. Even the three Taoist ancestors can only be placed on the right side, which shows the status of the founding ancestor.

On the left is a huge stone platform with a large number of tablets on it, including hundreds or thousands of tablets, and the tablets are engraved with various trail numbers.

Ren Qing originally thought that the tablets were all for the deceased, but soon found that the Taoist quotation actually exuded a faint magical aura.

These Taoist names should be contaminated with the soul aura of the disciples of Wuwei Taoist Temple who went out, so as to confirm whether they were dead.

Wuliangzi knelt in front of the statue of Tiandaozi, and the distracting thoughts on his face slowly disappeared with meditation, and his expression became pious.

Ren Qing pinched his temples, even if Wuliangzu ate a few people, he wouldn't be able to deal with such a dullness.

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The ghost shadow divided the parts again and walked along the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain for several times.

As a result, only Wu Quanzi was in the entire Wuwei Taoist Temple in the Dan-Cultivation Stage, and the rest were all foundation-building, and the number of people was smaller than expected.

Ren Qing was confused, but he didn't plan to waste time.

He can use the Soul Butterfly projection to monitor the Wuwei Taoist Temple, so why do you need to go to a literacy and arithmetic class with a group of young children?

The ghosts on the soles of the feet spread out in a scattered manner, quietly wrapping the class to avoid accidentally leaking the breath of magic.

Ren Qing knocked on the table, and the movement caused by the movement caused the Taoist children around him to abruptly stop.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, he walked towards the middle-aged female Taoist priest and asked, "Tao Master, what's the name?"

The middle-aged female Taoist priest looked dazed for a few breaths, and then replied: "Tianfuzi, I am Wuquanzi Junior Sister, who practices the Green Fallen Method and integrates true energy into the torso of all limbs..."

"Okay OK."

The Taoist children did not know who the sudden Ren Qing was, so they had to sit on the cushion tremblingly.

"When will the sect recruit disciples?"

Tian Fuzi was influenced by magic and said like a puppet: "On the fifteenth day of every month, it is mainly composed of nearby farmers and some merchants in the city."

"Why do you need to write arithmetic?"

"Arithmetic is the foundation of this sect, and was set up by Qian Kunzi, the head of the previous generation... "

Ren Qing probably understood the meaning of Tian Fuzi. After leaving the master's sect, the disciples of Wuwei Taoist Temple actually took a foothold with arithmetic, and a rich misfortune emerged in his heart.

“Do business?”

"Altruism is selfishness."

He could even imagine what kind of business it was. Since it involved strange monks, it was probably a traitor.

In a sense, it is really similar to the Inspected Soldier Hall.

"Forget it, just do it, you guys continue."

Ren Qing's eyes flashed with halos, and Taoist boy and Tian Fuzi recited the first aid chapter, but there were some fragments of memory.

"I don't know what Tian Daozi will think when he sees this scene..."

"But it can allow young children who practice the Netherworld Heavenly Insect Method to sneak into the Wuwei Taoist Temple."

When Ren Qing walked out of the classroom, others would only feel that the light had not changed significantly and could not detect any strangeness.

The Wuwei Taoist Temple really thought it was in decline. In response to the current situation of the heroes in Jingzhou, the measure chosen was to break it into pieces.

Even if the sect is destroyed, it’s okay, anyway, the disciples are all scattered everywhere.

Ren Qing left some soul butterflies to project them in Wuwei Taoist Temple, and then planned to find a secluded place in the mountains to go to seclusion and practice.

I have been to Jingzhou for a long time, but I have not carefully sorted out my own magic.

Even though his mentality was already very stable, he still felt a little tired, and he just took advantage of the practice to relax his mind.

Ren Qing walked through the mountains along the path, and a large number of farmers were busy in the fields, and they were cultivating the unique crops in Jingzhou.

When Ren Qing came, because his body and ghosts blended with them, he did not deliberately check the fertile fields, but now he noticed that the grain output was extremely high.

Crops are somewhat similar to rice, but the ears of rice are fuller and the time it takes for maturity is shorter.

He picked a rice plant.

The ungrown rice ears exudes imperceptible true essence. If eaten for a long time, it will have a great effect on the physical constitution of the people of Jingzhou.

Farmers hold shoddy hoe magic weapons, and with their cultivation level that they are not even in the Qi training stage, they can only barely control it.

Ren Qing couldn't help but sigh that Wuwei Taoist Temple had done all his best to survive in Jingzhou and even started farming.

Just as he was about to leave, the young man from the field not far away came over and looked at Ren Qing with respect.

The young man's skin was dark and his insectivorous alienation was not obvious. Although he had no cultivation, he could see that he had developed a lot of energy in the field.

He scratched his hair and asked, "Master, are you a disciple of the immortal sect on the mountain?"

"What's wrong?"

"I heard that Wuwei Taoist Temple is good at taking chestnuts from fire, but is it true?"

Taking the sir from the fire refers to the way to make money. After all, there are hidden dangers everywhere in Qingyan Town, which almost cuts off the possibility of mortals' progress.

As soon as the young man finished speaking, he was pulled away by the farmer's neck. The latter kept apologizing to Ren Qing, fearing that he would blame him.

Ren Qing shook his head.

He realized that the Wuwei Taoist Temple was still living with the ancestral property left behind by that year.

No wonder Wuwei Taoist Temple is so prosperous and recruits disciples every month. The source depends on the nature of the sect's management.

But what is different from the lamb to be slaughtered?

Ren Qing shook his head, then several people flashed and disappeared on the mountainside.

He found a hidden cave on the hill next door, blocked the entrance and exit with gravel, and began to retreat and practice with peace of mind.

When the retreat ends, Xianshi will almost show the tip of the iceberg.

Ren Qing, who had not realized the slightest sign of Wuwei Taoist Temple, still heard the sound of reciting the first aid chapter in the early morning every day.

From time to time, there are disciples of the sect who have cultivated foundation to build down the mountain. It can be seen that there are no plans to keep too many cultivators in the entire mountain gate.

Ren Qing closed his eyes and meditated on the magic technique, and spent a few days to calm down his restless state of mind.

Then he took out the gourd magic weapon and weighed it, nodding with satisfaction.

All the peach wine was poured into the flesh and blood furnace, and as the fire evaporated, his face couldn't help but feel a little blushing.

The peach wine stored during this period was as big as a pond. Apart from the part placed in Dameng Pavilion, no drop of the remaining wine was left.

He had never tried drinking in large quantities to prolong his life, and he basically tried it lightly because the intoxication of peach wine was simply irresistible.
To be continued...