Qingjingguan ushered in tranquility again, everything seemed to be seen in books, and Cold War was a little unbelievable that he was just staying here, and on the second day after he stayed here, dozens of craftsmen appeared here.

There were more than a dozen cars pulling some stones, bricks and tiles, and then they started to build around the middle yard. A larger hall appeared in the front yard. The hall worshiped the Sanqing Temple, and the Taoist temple was still the Qingjing Temple, but the people worshipped changed.

Yue Wuhua put his anger on Liu Shiping. He had no memory of the Yue family in Yongzhou. He was raised by old Taoists since childhood. He learned the scriptures in Qingjing and understood the ritual of gentlemen.

He thought he could not become a gentleman, so he tried his best to lean on his style of doing things. In the words of an old Taoist priest, only those who strictly restrained themselves were able to solve other people's affairs. He wanted to do a lot of things. A few years later, he was interested in the lady of a small family in Yangzhou City, so that man became his wife. Although there were many twists and turns in the middle, he finally became.

After two people left in Qingjing Temple, General Xia Hua also left. After leaving, people came here to burn incense and worship, and also left some incense money.

Unlike other incense and prayers, those who come here can see old Taoist priests. If they have any unsolvable thoughts, they can say that they are all innocent. They can be said to be fairy-like and Taoist priests. In the eyes of others, they also have this ability. It is not easy for such people to be willing to solve their problems.

The middle-aged Taoist priest handled the matters in the temple in an orderly manner, from the beginning of a dozen people to the endless stream later, there was never a scramble.

The little Taoist priest has been wandering among the pilgrims. He looks very cute as a teenager and is very liked by those caring people. He is not very good at speaking, but he is never annoying when doing things.

There are endless people during the day, and at night it becomes a quiet Taoist temple. This is also the rule in the quiet temple. No one must come in within three quarters of an hour before the sun sets. For them, the gods are people outside the Taoist temple.

Half a month made Qingjingguan look brand new. The former front yard became the current back yard. Leng Xiaobai has been living here for a while. Staying here without restoring his martial arts skills was his previous excuse. Later, he became a desire to practice martial arts and stay here in a noble manner.

"Your divine turtle has made great progress, and then you will practice diligently and not slacken in any way."

The old Taoist priest walked over from the front yard, and there was no way he could tell that he was an elderly person. His eyes were a little blurred because of the incense in the front hall or other reasons.

"You're old, don't do so many things. It's not impossible to leave this to others. At worst, I'll sit for you tomorrow."

There is a Guanxin Hall in the side hall in the front yard. The old Taoist priests have to relieve their worries every day. Most of the time, they listen to others and say what they say in their hearts. When being a person who talks about, you should not fall asleep because the other person’s affairs are too boring. This is disrespect for the other person.

Therefore, the old Taoist priest is very tired every day.

"Your proposal is very good. You can meditate in Guanxin Hall. Can you see the leaves in your body now?"

The old Taoist priest has always been paying attention to this question and asks it almost every day. Leng Xiaobai can see the divine turtle at the beginning and the green-armored turtle later.

The divine turtle is a skill in light skills, and it is almost beyond the scope of understanding of normal people. The green-armored turtle is also a martial art with strong defense. Leng Xiaobai only started practicing for two days and felt something.

From the underworld of the heavenly spirit, all of them turned into light green. According to the old Taoist priest, when he sees the green, the dark green is the result, and when the dark green is the result, it will be invulnerable to swords and guns. Only those who practice qigong can know about it.

"The divine turtle of light abilities, bronze bearded green armor tortoise, boxing technique Wanjue turtle, palm technique magic square turtle, left-tail blue-scale turtle, right-tail purple-skinned turtle, ghost-eyed fog hidden turtle, flower bones become white swords, longevity is a blackspot."

The old Taoist priest said what Leng Xiaobai had always wanted to know. The flower that appeared when he meditated had nine petals, and each petal was recorded, which he could not see clearly.

"How come these are familiar?"

When I heard the old Taoist priest telling them one by one, I always felt that something was wrong.

"There are six people in the six killings of Night Soul, Qingshuang Zi Lightning, Shenfang Ghost Eyes, and Wanjue Bronze Beard. You have seen these six people. The one you are most familiar with should be Wanfu. He practices the Sleeping Tortoise Fist, which is the simplification of Wanjue Fist."

Leng Xiaobai listened to the old Taoist priest's words, for some reason he suddenly said these things. It hasn't been here yet, and he will spend some time here. Could it be that he told him this just because he was going to Guanxin Hall?

"The green scales are bows and purple lightning is an arrow. It is rumored that the arrows shot can reach hundreds of miles away. That is no longer understandable to ordinary people. I think it must be the wrong transmission. In fact, it is a hundred steps away. You can try it when you have the chance."

Leng Xiaobai nodded, not only had questions about the old Taoist priests, but also didn't understand the previous ones. What's more important is why these are related to the Six Kills of Night Soul? Why are there anyone practicing the Divine Turtle? Why aren't the Seven Kills of Night Soul?

He had a lot of doubts in his heart. He wanted to ask the old Taoist priest. Before he could speak, the old Taoist priest had already left.

"Master, I still have many things I don't understand. Can you answer them for me?"

Leng Xiaobai said behind him that the old Taoist priest ignored his doubts. As long as he is a living person, how could he have no doubts? It is normal to have doubts. Only in this way can he think about how to solve them and live a more realistic life.

Leng Xiaobai didn't ask again.

Every time the old Taoist priest took a step, his hunchbacked body straightened up a little. Every time he took a step, he could see that the old Taoist priest became taller. Until he walked to the door, pushed open the door and stopped, his body stood up completely. It could be seen that it was really difficult for him to do so.

Despite the difficulty, he still stands upright.

Leng Xiaobai, who was standing in the yard, saw the old Taoist priest like this, and he stood up a little straighter, and looked at the back with awe. For some reason, he always wanted to go up and pull the old Taoist priest back, but his raised hand stayed in the air without falling.

He watched the door close so gently, and the old Taoist priest closed the door with his back to it, and finally did not turn around. Leng Xiaobai in the yard stood all night. The sky was very clear that night, and the moon seemed to be the brightest time ever. The moonlight fell in the yard. Through the room, the tables and chairs inside could not be seen, nor could it be seen that extinguished candlelight inside.
Chapter completed!