Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live while preaching to animals

Chapter 247

Li Xiuyang read the secret letter from the ghost elder at a glance, and his heart was shocked.

The couple who used to be like heaven and man are long gone

? So whose rules have he honestly followed all these years? If he

hadn't been afraid of that couple, Yang Xiuguan would have become bigger and stronger!

Li Xiuyang scolded and scattered the secret letter.

"The matter of the ghost elder cannot be delayed, and he must set off immediately. But...... Frequent thunderstorms, is it weather or a catastrophe? Shouldn't this family all achieve Jindan?"

"And this way of asking the heart, what kind of heart refining formation is eighty percent! It is difficult for people with bad intentions to move an inch..."

Li Xiuyang's eyes flickered, and with a rush of mana in his palm, a stream of black gas erupted out, exuding bursts of coldness.

Although it is still a lot worse than the ghost old, it has also reached the level of the late stage of foundation building.

"If this path of inquiry is set by the couple, it will be troublesome, do you want to take a risk?"

No, you can't startle the snake, you have to bring a disciple with you and invite that mystery down the mountain.

Li Xiuyang's heart moved, and he returned to the main hall of Yangxiu Temple.

Walking straight past the dilapidated statue of the Sanqing Dao Ancestor, he shouted to the youngest and purest disciple in the Taoist temple: "Zhixing, go down the mountain with the teacher." The

little Taoist priest who was cleaning the Taoist temple was stunned for a moment and bowed respectfully to the master.

Xi said: "Master, are you going down the mountain to buy materials to repair the Taoist temple? The pilgrims have complained a long time ago, and everyone says that the statues of the old men of the Sanqing Dynasty have been ruined by our Taoist temple, and they all refuse to come to offer incense!" Li

Xiuyang secretly cultivates evil skills, so where does he care about the statues

of the ancestors of the Sanqing Dao? Worshipping the Sanqing and not being able to increase his cultivation, he would rather spend more effort to practice the evil Dao exercises in his hands than to renovate the Taoist temple!

Hurry up

and change into clean clothes, go down the mountain with this seat, and I won't take you with me if you grind and chirp!" "Don't! Master, I haven't come down the mountain for a long time!" Zhixing is going to change clothes!" The

little Taoist priest Zhixing immediately threw down the broom, ran to his hut like a fly, and walked out after changing into a white-washed Taoist robe.

Li Xiuyang didn't talk nonsense, and went to the direction of Wuzhen Mountain with Zhixing and the method of retreat.

The little Taoist priest Zhixing was caught under the armpit by the master, and he only felt the sound of the wind whirring above his head.

He opened his mouth to ask where the master was taking him, and suddenly drank a mouthful of the northwest wind.

About half an hour later, the master and apprentice came to the road of inquiry at the foot of the Dishui View Mountain.

"Sure enough, as I expected, this path of asking the heart is exactly a heart refining formation! This mysterious formation, the complex prohibition, seems to be exactly the same as the original Hengcheng Great Array! It must be the handiwork of that couple!" Li

Xiuyang carefully pondered the first few steps of the path of asking the heart, and immediately dispelled the idea of going up the mountain in person.

Fortunately, I didn't have a head iron, so I brought a stunned green man over.

Otherwise, we won't be able to pass this first level, and we won't be able to see each other, so how can we complete the task assigned by the ghost elder

?" "Master, where is this? Are we going up the mountain?"

the little Taoist priest Zhixing asked a little flustered, inexplicably a little scared in his heart.

Li Xiuyang twisted up a beard and said with a smile: "Zhixing, this time as a teacher, I am here to visit a Taoist Taoist master of the Dripping Water Temple. Now you go and ask him to come down the mountain, and I will wait for him in this pavilion.

Zhixing rubbed his stomach and said weakly: "Master, it's time for lunch, why don't we find a place to fill our stomachs first?"

"No!"

Li Xiuyang glared at Zhixing.

"Now go and ask that Dao Xuan, please let me let you have a full meal in that town, and let you see the meat. Hearing

that there was a full meal and that you could see the meat, the little Taoist Zhixing's eyes instantly lit up.

"Okay, Master, wrap it up on me!"

the little Taoist priest patted his chest and walked happily to the mountain path.

Li Xiuyang was secretly observing in the gazebo.

I saw that after the little Taoist priest stepped on the road of inquiry, he jumped out of the mountain with a brisk step.

"This kid doesn't move so fast on weekdays, it must be the effect of the formation on this road.

Li Xiuyang's figure flickered and disappeared into the pavilion.

It has made a rough circle around the hill where the Dripping Water Temple is located.

When he returned to the pavilion again, Li Xiuyang was shocked in his heart.

What a big deal

! The entire mountain has set up a huge chain of formations

! There are all kinds of trapped formations, and there seems to be a large spirit gathering town!

The divine sense can only observe the formation, but it cannot penetrate the formation to see the situation inside the Taoist temple.

In addition, the entire mountain seems to be wrapped in aura, and the concentration of aura far exceeds his Yangxiu view, no wonder even the air at the foot of the mountain is so fresh.

Li Xiuyang's eyes were red, and jealousy separated him.

If I have such a family business, where can I still walk in any crooked and evil ways

? If I don't cultivate the Taoist temple, the incense is not prosperous, don't I, Li Xiuyang, know it?

But cultivation is to eat resources!

The little incense money that mortals offer can't even buy a spirit stone.

A few hundred a month, but who

would be willing to work hard for such a small amount

of money? He still got up early every day and read the Taoist scriptures greedily at night, starving to death!

The number of people who believe in Taoism is getting smaller and smaller, and the money for incense is also getting less and less.

If it weren't for me, Li Xiuyang, to open up the source and reduce expenditure, and let the disciples of the whole Taoist temple open the valley, just eating every day would have to cost a lot of money.

Where is it like this drop of water, the entire mountain is a formation, and there is a super large spirit gathering formation...

Dao Xuan, right?

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.

That couple is gone, and it's not your turn to be a little Taoist priest to enjoy such a good place!

When the ghost old man breaks through Hengcheng, I, Li Xiuyang, will definitely step on this drop of water!

. . In Li Xiuyang's eyes full of resentment, the little Taoist priest Zhixing quickly went up the mountain and got out of his sight.

"Whew..."

Zhixing suddenly breathed a big sigh of relief.

Ever since he knew that his master was going to take him down the mountain, his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Fortunately,

I just let myself go and invite a Dao Xuan Dao Master.

Fortunately, it's not like my brother...

I don't know what this Dao Xuan Dao Master looks like and what his personality is.

I hope that the Taoist can go down the mountain to see the master, and Zhixing's belly depends on you!

The little Taoist priest Zhixing had a bitter face, and stepped into the door of the Dripping Water View with a little nervousness.

"Huh, this aura!" As

soon as the little Taoist priest Zhixing entered the door, he was startled by the breeze and rich aura, and stood at the door in a daze.

How could there be such a place in the world where the aura was so strong?

The three views of the little Taoist priest Zhixing have been refreshed.

In his subconscious, the aura of Yang Xiuguan was already very strong.

However, in fact, the aura in the Yangxiu Temple is indeed richer than that in the city, but it is far from being comparable to the Dripping Water View.

If you have to compare them together, it is the difference between the small stream and the Yangtze River.

Just when the little Taoist priest Zhixing was shocked in his heart, a faint laugh suddenly came from his ears.

"Xiaodao Chief, don't be in a daze, why don't you come to the temple to sit down first?"