A few days later, Shi Hao and Ye Ran landed in front of a steep and deep stream, surrounded by steep peaks and several eagles circling high in the sky, emitting clear cries.

Shi Hao said: "This is it. Just wait here for the pilgrims to arrive! Don't make any mistakes during this period, and don't even think about escaping, otherwise even the Holy Dragon King won't be able to protect you."

Yeran responded respectfully: "Yes!"

The black light on his body flashed and turned into a huge black dragon soaring into the sky. It spun in the air and frightened more than ten eagles. Then it swooped down and crashed into the cold pool below with a roar.

Shi Hao took one step forward, instantly rose into the sky and disappeared into the horizon.

…

More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. During these ten years, Shi Hao and others have made further progress in their cultivation. However, the conflict between the Taoist Sect and the Holy Church has not improved. Instead, it has been suppressed by the Holy Church more and more intensely.

On a street in the Ming Dynasty, a handsome and prosperous young man was sitting on the railing, watching the young ladies coming and going below. He was so cool in summer!

When the passing girls looked at the handsome Qingfeng, a flash of shame flashed in their eyes, and they blinked at Qingfeng in a vague way.

A young man wearing a tattered Taoist robe ran from a distance. He looked up at Qingfeng with bruises on his face, and cried in a crying voice: "Master~"

Qingfeng looked down and said in surprise: "Daoyuan, why were you beaten again?"

Daoyuan knelt on the ground with a bang and cried: "Master, just teach me how to practice!"

Qingfeng pondered for a moment and murmured: "It's almost time."

Daoyuan looked up at Qingfeng in surprise, is Master finally willing to teach me how to practice?

Qingfeng asked seriously: "Why do you want to practice?" Daoyuan said sadly: "I want to save people. Today, another village outside the city was attacked by monsters. Many of them died. I just went to comfort them and help them.

I called Daofa, but they beat me instead. If I had the skills to save people from the monsters in advance, no one would have died."

Qingfeng laughed and said: "You can save people if you have strength? You are too naive. No matter how strong you are, you can kill the little demon, but can you kill the demon king? Even if you can kill the demon king, what about the demon king?"

Daoyuan fell into silence and said sadly: "Master, can we, the people of the Ming Dynasty, only be poisoned by demons? Then what's the use of me practicing Taoism?"

Qingfeng looked to the west and said, "Do you know where Tao comes from?"

Daoyuan shook his head. The reputation of Taoist sect was only among practitioners. Daoyuan usually only came into contact with some villagers and people, and indeed he had never heard of the origin of Taoist sect.

Qingfeng said leisurely: "There are hundreds of volumes of Taoist scriptures in the Taoist ancestral court, which can help you overcome dangers and difficulties, subjugate and eliminate demons, bring peace to the world, and suppress all ghosts in the dark world."

Daoyuan asked quickly: "Master, where is the Taoist ancestral court?"

"In the Western Region, hundreds of thousands of miles away from here, there are countless demons and hardships along the way. Are you still willing to go?"

Western Region Daoyuan's expression changed, and then he nodded firmly and said: "I do!"

Qingfeng smiled and said: "Very good, now follow me to the imperial capital." He jumped down from the railing and floated away.

Daoyuan quickly stood up and shouted: "Master, wait for me!"

…

At the same time, a delicate figure fell down from the top of the mountain where Fan Xian was suppressed.

Qing Yulian stepped lightly on the water, causing ripples. She walked to a lotus in the center of the pond and looked inside through a hole.

Inside the cave, Fan Xian's clothes were messy and his hair was disheveled like a wild man. He was sitting cross-legged on a stone pillar with his eyes closed, and magma was boiling below.

"Fan Xian, why don't you wake up~" A clear voice echoed in the cave.

Fan Xian suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, raised his head and shouted: "Who is it?"

He suddenly jumped into the air and came to the entrance of the cave in an instant. He looked at the woman outside and said with a sneer: "It turns out to be Taoist Master Qingyu!"

Qingyu said with a smile: "Fan Xian, in the past you made a big fuss in the underworld and released thousands of evil ghosts, causing great trouble. The Taoist Master ordered you to suppress you here for a hundred years. Now a hundred years are approaching..."

Fan Xian's eyes immediately glowed with burning light, and he quickly shouted: "So you are here to let me out?"

Qingyu nodded and said: "Recently, a Taoist priest set out from the Ming Dynasty to the Western Regions to obtain the Taoist scriptures. You need to worship him as your teacher and protect him as he travels westward, and finally obtain the scriptures and return."

Fan Xian shouted angrily: "What? My master is a Master, how can a mere Taoist priest be worthy of being my teacher?"

"Master has agreed."

Fan Xian hesitated for a moment, then said angrily: "Absolutely impossible!"

Qingyu continued: "He is the reincarnation of King Yama."

Fan Xian's face froze. King Yama was reincarnated? Couldn't that be him~

Qingyu said: "If you don't want to, Pindao will go find others again. As for you, just suppress him for another hundred years!"

Another hundred years of suppression? Fan Xian quickly shouted: "Yes, I am willing to worship him as my teacher and protect him on his journey to the west to learn scriptures."

Qingyu smiled and said: "Very good!" He floated up, ripples appeared in the space, and disappeared in an instant.

…

Daoyuan followed Qingfeng as he walked on the bustling streets of the imperial capital of the Ming Dynasty. Some pedestrians on the road couldn't help but look at Qingfeng and Daoyuan a few more times with surprise in their eyes. How could there be Taoist disciples in the Ming Dynasty? And this

The Taoist disciples are so handsome!

It was the first time Daoyuan came to such a prosperous capital city, and he was inevitably a little scared. He followed Qingfeng and whispered: "Master, why do they want to look at us?"

Qingfeng walked in front, with a peerless appearance and aloof demeanor, and said calmly: "They are looking at our status as Taoist disciples."

Daoyuan nodded and couldn't help but raise his head and chest.

Daoyuan followed Qingfeng and asked softly: "Master, where are we going?"

"Royal Palace!"

Before the two of them arrived at the palace, the guards guarding the gate looked at the two of them with vigilance. One was extremely handsome, while the other had a very strange bruised nose and face.

Qingfeng chuckled and said: "Excuse me, please report. Taoist Qingfeng and his disciples are asking to see the king."

One of the forbidden soldiers was shocked. A disciple of the Holy Land Dao Sect! He quickly bent down and saluted and said, "Please wait a moment!"

He turned around and ran towards the palace.

A moment later, an old eunuch floated over from inside the palace, looked at Qingfeng, and said in a drake voice: "Disciple of the Taoist sect, Your Majesty invites you! Please come with me."

Qingfeng nodded and led Daoyuan into the palace following the old eunuch.

In the palace hall, a middle-aged emperor sat on the throne, looking at Qingfeng and Daoyuan standing below.

The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty slowly opened his mouth and said solemnly: "As far as I know, the Taoist Qing generation only has Qingshi, Qingchun, Qingming, but they have never heard of Qingfeng."

Daoyuan couldn't help but turned his head and glanced at Qingfeng, "Master, please don't be fake!"

Qingfeng said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the Taoist master is a saint, who dares to pretend to be his disciple? Aren't you afraid of the saint's thunderous wrath?"
Chapter completed!