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

"Pretending to be a holy place, I was signed to Millennium ()"

Two days later, they arrived in Lingxi Town smoothly.

Zhuoguang Mountain has already appeared in everyone's field of vision, but they plan to do some shopping in the town before officially going 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 don't know how they are doing?"

Qingquan said excitedly.

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

It is said that a peak has been passed down from generation to generation, practicing the secret technique of enlightening the Tao with one heart, and paying attention to "if the heart is happy, why should the body desire it".

The contemporary peak master is even more outstanding in the world, and he has already cultivated to the Yangshen realm at a young age.

Are they... the same person?

"Since we're here, let's go and bother for a day."

Zhang Ming said to everyone.

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

"The last time I went down the mountain, there was a pack of wolves led by the White Wolf King to attack the town. Thanks to Pindao's great display of power..."

As Qingquan walked, he boasted to others nostalgicly.

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

The townspeople scrambled to call out, and soon there were many people watching.

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

It was the first time Zhanhong saw it, and he couldn't help admiring.

Qingquan and Yourongyan straightened their chests: "Of course, we repelled 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 choked, and snorted: "What do children know, being a teacher is called deep hidden merit and fame."

Zhang Ming greeted the enthusiastic townspeople and walked towards Li Xuanbin's stone courtyard.

Last time, Wang Shougui and Su Tan'er were here to welcome their relatives. Now that the times have changed, they have separated, and there is no possibility.

However, Wang Shougui had a home by staying in Yingtian Academy.

I don't know if his promise of 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi will be fulfilled, and will he make more famous things.

Most people in the world have beautiful dreams, ardent longings, and surging passions when they are young, but they are all obliterated unconsciously by the years and reality.

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

At this time, a little boy suddenly called out loudly.

Zhang Ming took a quick look, and it turned out that it was Grandma Li, grandma and grandson who had been working hard to maintain the reputation of Lingshu Temple when he was fighting with Xiaohanshan Temple that day.

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

Grandma Li greeted tremblingly, "After you left last time, I went to the Lingshu to observe the incense a few times, but it still hasn't changed. It's the same. It's a pity that Tai Xuzi is gone...I'm old, old woman I can't even climb."

When fighting off the White Wolf King and Xiaohanshan Temple last time, Zhang Ming left the imprint of the Taiqing God Talisman in her body, so she can freely enter and exit the Lingshu Temple.

"However, I didn't expect that little guy named Changshou to join your Spirit Pivot Temple, but he didn't know that my kid..."

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

She is getting old, and her time is running out. The only concern in this life is that after her death, there will be no one to take care of her grandson.

The little boy was early-wisdom, his eye circles turned red all of a sudden, he held onto Grandma Li's clothes tightly, and said, "Grandma, Daoist Qing Hui will keep his word."

Zhang Ming was amused and asked, "Li Xiaoyao, you said that the poor should keep their word, I don't know what you mean?"

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

This is a feeling that cannot be forgotten.

When Li Xiaoyao heard his question, he immediately raised his head and said, "Daoist Qing Hui, do you remember that you said that if one day I find a man named Zhao Linger,

You accept me as an apprentice! "

Zhang Ming was taken aback, he had indeed said this at the time.

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

He asked seriously: "Have you found Zhao Ling'er?"

Grandma Li hurriedly pulled the little boy, and said apologetically, "Master Qinghui, he is just a kid messing around, so he can't take it seriously. The old lady can't trouble you, I plan to send this boy to Yuhang City to take care of his aunt."

Li Xiaoyao became anxious immediately: "Grandma, I didn't mess around! The little girl moved in next door. I asked her, and her name is Zhao Ling'er!"

Zhang Ming laughed: "It's such a coincidence that there really is a Zhao Ling'er. Li Xiaoyao, take the poor Taoist to have a look. If it's what you said, then it doesn't matter if the poor Taoist accepts you as an apprentice."

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

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

They have followed Zhang Ming for so long, but they have never had the chance to worship under him.

Grandma Li secretly wiped away her tears, she didn't understand that Daoist Qing Hui was kind-hearted, and she was taking care of her old lady out of love.

"Oh, 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 cottage.

An old man was helping to repair the windows in front of the house. The wooden window sills had been damaged, and no one had repaired them for a long time.

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

"Old Mr. Zhao, you have only moved here not long ago, so why bother you to repair the window sills for the old lady. You can't, absolutely can't!"

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

However, she had old arms and legs, and with this movement, she immediately groaned and almost fell down.

The old man had quick eyesight and quick hands, and helped her up.

"Grandma Li, look at what you said. I have nothing to do with the old man. Neighbors and folks should help each other. Besides, you have allowed me to eat at the table at my house."

Old Zhao was very grateful and smiled happily.

He is more energetic than Grandma Li, with a moderate build, a slightly bulging belly, and some wine lees marks on his nose.

Zhang Ming took a look. This person has no cultivation, just an ordinary old man who moved from a foreign country.

A little girl who was fiddling with wood chips next to her jumped up happily when she heard the movement, and called out in a clear voice, "Brother Xiaoyao, you are 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 his miserable life.

Li Xiaoyao was still innocent, and said with a smile: "Sister Ling'er, today I bring you an unseen big man, here, Daoist Qinghui, the master of Lingshu Temple!"

The imperial edict of the Empress has been posted on the outer wall in the east of the town, and even three-year-old children in Lingxi Town know that Taoist Qing Hui of the Lingshu Temple has great abilities and has been canonized by His Majesty.

Zhao Ling'er immediately opened her beautiful eyes, clapped her hands and said, "Ah, you are Daoist Qing Hui?"

She looked around and said doubtfully, "I don't see any three heads and six arms, dragon head and phoenix tail."

Zhang Ming is speechless, what is this.

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

Then, he puffed out his chest again, "However, Daoist Qing Hui is going to accept me as an apprentice today! When I learn the skills, I will definitely take you all over the world to cast down demons!"

As he spoke, he pulled Zhang Ming's sleeve and begged, "Daoist Qing Hui, she is Zhao Ling'er."

Grandma Li and Old Zhaotou looked at each other with a smile, and said, "Daoist Qing Hui, don't take it seriously when the children are playing around. You don't need to recruit disciples, but they can often go to incense and listen to your lectures, which is already their greatest achievement." blessed."

"Hey, when they reach our age, they will understand that cultivating immortals and eliminating demons are not as valuable as living a peaceful and healthy life."

The two were quite emotional.

Old Zhao added: "It would be even more perfect if I could drink some wine every day when I get old!"

Zhang Ming couldn't help showing a smile, he didn't expect this old man to be a drunkard.

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

Zhang Ming couldn't help but patted his head, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyao is right, Grandma Li, as the master of all observations, how can Pindao not keep his word, he should promise."

"real?"

Li Xiaoyao immediately jumped up happily and shouted, "I knew Daoist Qing Hui was the best!"

Zhao Linger poked him quietly.

Li Xiaoyao came back to his senses immediately, hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Disciple Li Xiaoyao pays homage to Master!"

Zhang Ming received the ceremony of kowtowing, and immediately supported him, and said with a smile: "Don't be too happy, the poor way accepts disciples also depends on whether they are registered disciples or true disciples."

"Look, the one next to you is your senior sister, a true disciple, named Lu Xueqing, Taoist name Yiqing. And this one is your uncle Qingquan; your uncle's apprentice Bai Yao, Taoist name Yiyao, Hurry up and say hello."

Li Xiaoyao smiled happily, and shouted: "I have seen Uncle Qingquan, I have seen Senior Sisters Yiqing and Yiyao!"

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

Zhang Ming pointed together 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 man with a flying sword, flying like a dragon, like a frightened bird, the sword shadow unfolds continuously, sometimes breaking through the sky, sometimes piercing the darkness.

"Li Xiaoyao, my master will teach you a sword control technique today. If you can complete it within three months, you will be able to ascend to the Lingshu temple and worship as your master to be your real disciple!"

Zhang Ming's voice came into his mind in a trance, "Otherwise, it's just a registration!"

Li Xiaoyao closed his eyes and immersed himself in the swordsmanship, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, the Taoist figure was no longer in front of him.

"Grandma, where is Daoist Qing Hui?"

Grandma Li glanced at him: "Leave early."

Li Xiaoyao couldn't help but let out an "oh" in disappointment, and then cheered up, shouting: "Grandma, I'm going to practice swords! By the way, there is no need to save dinner tonight, I don't have time!"

As he spoke, he ran to the side and used the old Zhao's head to whittle away the remaining plank, preparing to whittle a wooden sword.

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

After a while, the old head Zhao took Zhao Ling'er back to his bamboo courtyard, and he could still see the young man practicing sword.

"Grandpa, didn't you come to Lingxi Town this time just to meet Daoist Qing Hui, the Lord of the Spirit Pivot? Why didn't you speak up just now, and didn't go up to talk to you?"

Zhao Linger asked suddenly.

Old Zhao took out a wine gourd from his bosom, took a sip and said with a smile, "Don't worry, didn't you see this idiot is there? Follow him, and worry about not being able to enter the Lingshu Temple?"

Zhao Ling'er curled her lips: "Brother Xiaoyao is not stupid!"

Old Zhao couldn't help but glared at her, wondering if this stupidity could be contagious, and immediately said: "Ling'er, let's use our brains more in the future, relying on wisdom rather than brute force."

"Look at that silly boy, he is holding a wooden sword and swinging it at will, how can he practice swords like this!"

He shook his head, not liking 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 asked: "Brother, you accept disciples too casually! I don't care about the roots, if you are twenty years old, you are still in the state of nourishing Qi!"

Speaking of which, he didn't have the slightest sense of self-awareness and humiliation that he had when he was twenty years old.

No other advantages, only thick skinned.

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

He didn't explain and walked away.

Qingquan pouted, but followed obediently. What the senior brother said naturally has a reason for the senior brother.

As my brother always said, Tao follows nature!

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

I saw that the simple dilapidated stone courtyard was now covered with white sails, one by one, these are... mourning banners!

"Someone died?"

Zhang Ming and Qing Quan's expressions turned ugly instantly.

Could it be that Li Xuanbin or Lin Xun'er died? But how long has it been, how can there be such a big change.

When they came to the courtyard, they saw a man in white clothes kneeling at the entrance of the main hall, with his back to everyone.

The person was silent and did not know how long he had been kneeling.

Zhang Ming and Qing Quan have already recognized each other, this is Li Xuanbin who once entered the Lingshu temple to plead guilty.

The back is very desolate and desolate. They couldn't bear to disturb them, so they stood quietly in the yard.

It took a long time before Li Xuanbin shrugged his shoulders.

Instead, he wiped the corners of his eyes, turned around, and said in a hoarse voice, "Daoist Qing Hui, you are here."

Only then did Zhang Ming make a bow and said, "Benefactor Li, I haven't seen you for a long time, so please accept my condolences."

Li Xuanbin's eyes were red, and he said apologetically, "The room is simple and it's a mourning hall, so I can't invite the priest to come in and have a talk. It's better to sit down at the stone table in the yard and have tea."

As he spoke, he walked into the house, brought out the boiled tea, and sprinkled 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 talking.

In the blink of an eye, times have changed.

"Benefactor Li, do you know that the poor are coming?"

Zhang Ming picked up the tea that had been prepared at some time, and suddenly asked unexpectedly.

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

He waved his hand and revealed the light of Dhamma between his fingers.

"I originally entered reincarnation, my memory was dusty, and I also 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 is like this."

Qing Quan, Guo Xiang and the others felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy in an instant: "You...you are the demon leader 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 said with a smile: "Who said that people in the Hehuan Sect must be demons?"

Qingquan and the others thought about it, and saw that Taoist Qinghui hadn't done anything, so they put off their guard.

"Hey, it's the impoverished man who is reckless, don't blame him!"

Qingquan rubbed his head and smiled.

But Zhang Ming shook his head and asked, "Benefactor Li, I don't know who... who died in the hall?"

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