Chapter 93: Mount Yi’s Fuqiu Temple is a Famous Mountain and a True Temple "Brother, I will be very gentle!" The junior sister said to Lin Jue with a serious face. "What do you mean? Just relying on this little girl, can she break my mastered 'Mountain God Body Protection'?" The sturdy man in sackcloth clothes widened his eyes. I was surprised, but also interested. Naturally, the people around didn't believe it. Several young and strong people from the Jianghu who had skills were not bad, but they could not break the spell of the sackclothed man. Even if these two Taoists knew spells, firstly, her senior brother had failed just now, and secondly, it was not uncommon to see people who knew spells on this mountain these days. A Taoist had tried half a quarter of an hour ago, but he also admitted that he could not break it, and praised the sackclothed man again and again. How is it possible for this little girl? At this time, the little girl was already standing in front of the sturdy man in sackcloth.

The sturdy man in sackcloth also lifted up his clothes. Below the neck, it becomes a stone sculpture. "Let me make it clear first! If you can't crack it, you have to drink a bowl of wine. If you don't want to drink, you can ask your senior brother to drink for you!" The sackcloth-clothed man paused, feeling inexplicably frightened, "You have to be sensible..." "know." The junior sister looked serious, she lowered her head and searched up and down the sackcloth-clothed sturdy man, finally looking at his belly. "What are you looking for? Stop looking! Although Shao is a Jianghu person, this is an orthodox five-element spell, not Jianghu hard qigong. Once the spell is cast, it will turn into hard stone, without a vital point!" "..." The little girl didn't say anything, but just raised her right hand. Just when everyone around thought that she might draw out the long sword with a pulp-covered hilt in her other hand, she stretched out her right index finger and gently poked the fat on the waist of the sackclothed man. The force was not very strong and the speed was very slow. What does it mean? Everyone was stunned. Do you want to tickle him and make him fail? My fingertips touched the stone at my waist. "Snapped……" But I heard a slight sound! It was like a stone collapsing. The sturdy man in sackcloth clothes turned into a stone sculpture from the neck down, with only a head left. Therefore, everyone could clearly see that the expression of the sturdy man, who had been unconcerned just now, suddenly changed. His brows frowned instantly and a look of pain appeared on his face. The next moment, his whole body returned to flesh and blood, and he quickly reached out and covered his waist. "hiss……"

The sturdy man in sackcloth cried out in pain. The onlookers were all stunned. The sturdy man took his hand away and looked down. His waist was already bruised and there was even a little blood stain. Some experienced people in the martial arts world then realized that the girl was not looking for his vital point, but a place that would not cause any serious injury. "What kind of spell is this?" The sturdy man in hemp clothes quickly looked at the junior sister. "Stone crushing." The little sister replied calmly, "It's a spell that specifically crushes stones. I practiced it. It's the orthodox magic of Yishan." "Stones..." The sturdy man in sackcloth muttered to himself. I felt a little scared, but mostly relieved. The reason why he came here and asked everyone to break his spell, and even spent a bowl of wine to add to the gimmick, wasn't it because he wanted to find a way to break his own spell? If you know, you will know how to deal with it. The Jianghu is dangerous, and it has become more dangerous as the world changes. This place is the Grand Ceremony of the Yanxia Temple on Mingzhao Mountain, one of the grandest festivals in Taoism. With the respect of the Yanxia Temple and the attention of the gods, most of the Jianghu people who come here have some faith in Taoism and are more amiable. Even those who are usually fierce will restrain themselves when they come here. Is there any place better than here to find your weaknesses? If he is not found here, the next time he is found, it might be in a fight in the martial arts world. "Master, you are so good! I lose!" The sturdy man in hemp clothes took the wine bowl beside him and drank it all in one gulp. Then he asked, "I wonder what the secret of this stone is?" “There is no secret, just hard work.” “If someone knows this method, what are the characteristics?” "No features." "That's it..." The sackcloth-clothed man sighed, and indeed there were countless magical arts in the world, and they were extremely wonderful. Then he still bowed and said: "Shao, I will remember this stone-crushing method. Thank you, two Taoist priests!" "Yishan, Fuqiu Temple." The junior sister looked serious and reiterated for him. “It is a famous mountain and a true view!” The sturdy man in sackcloth clothes quickly changed his tone and praised. The junior sister then nodded in satisfaction. "See you soon." Lin Jue returned the greeting with a smile, then left with his junior sister. In fact, the skills of the junior sister are no match for this man. Even if the two of them practiced the orthodox Yin-Yang spiritual method, and this man only practiced half of the Qi-nourishing method, after more than a year, he would definitely not be able to match his half-life of hard work. The difference in attainments in magic is even greater. It's just that the magic in the world is mysterious and mutually reinforcing. It was almost dark at this time, but there were still many pedestrians on the mountain, some holding candles or lighting torches, walking down the mountain, forming a long dragon of lights.

The little fox took small steps in front and led the way towards the bamboo house. Lin Jue looked back at the crowd behind him, and then at the long dragon formed by the fire spots at the foot of the mountain. For a moment, he was reluctant to go back. Isn’t this a grand event? Lin Jueru sighed and turned around to see that his junior sister was also walking with her eyes flickering, as if she was thinking about something. "What are you thinking, Junior Sister?" "Ok?" "What are you thinking about?" "I was thinking, it would be nice if I could meet that stone ghost now. The stone monster that blocked our way at night on the way to Ogawa Village." "yes……" Returning to the bamboo house, he pushed the door open and went in to light an oil lamp. The third senior brother was sitting cross-legged at the table with three coarse bowls in front of him. Two of the bowls were filled with food, and the other bowl was empty. "Eat." The third brother didn't even open his eyes: "The food that Yanxia Temple sent one after another is still edible." The two of them sat over there. By candlelight, there was a bowl of white rice, with some vegetarian dishes on top. There were quite a few varieties, including boiled tofu, roasted bamboo shoots, stir-fried greens, stewed melons, pickled vegetables and fermented black beans. The rice underneath was also the standard steamer rice for banquets in the village. Each grain was distinct, and the soup from all the dishes had seeped into the rice. Although it was cold, it still tasted good. The food was many times better than the food at Fuqiu Temple. Is this all "edible"? Lin Jue was thinking while he was padding his rice. "Put the bowl outside after eating, and they said someone will collect it in the morning." The third brother lay back and said casually, "Tsk, some people, are they crazy? They are practicing Taoism but still eat vegetarian food. They are not monks, and we guests have no meat to eat." "You take care of others." "Ugh……" The bamboo house was filled with the clinking sound of rice being shoveled. Although this kind of food is simple, it is very comfortable to eat and can be eaten quickly. The bowl is empty in a few bites. After a while, the three of them lay down. "I want to eat noodles..." The voice of Junior Sister came from the room on the left. The third senior brother immediately agreed. Lin Jue was too lazy to pay attention to them. "call……" A gust of breeze blew out the oil lamp. The bed was made of wood and had a bamboo mat. The temperature was a little cool, so there was no need to cover myself with anything. I could just lie down and sleep without taking off my clothes. ……

next morning. There is a flat area in the mountain, between the bamboo forest and rocks. The ground is paved with old bluestone slabs and there is a pavilion on the edge. A mountain path leads to here. A lot of people gathered at this time. Most of them were Taoists, and it was unknown whether they had any Taoist skills or not, or what they had studied, but they all wore Taoist robes. Most of these Taoists sat cross-legged on the ground, closed their eyes and practiced, with some medicinal herbs and ancient objects in front of them. The two men and the fox followed the third brother. Lin Jue couldn't recognize these ancient objects, but most of them seemed to have only some spiritual charm and could not be called powerful magical weapons. They might have been placed on the altar for too long, or used for too long, so they had some charm or were imbued with spiritual energy. Not many of them could compare to the long sword that the martial artist showed off yesterday. Lin Jue knew about medicinal herbs. Most of them are just rare, annual-growing medicinal herbs, and those with spiritual charm are rarely seen, far inferior to the natural treasures of Yishan. Most of these Taoists should not be of high level. It makes sense to think about it—— Nowadays, the Lingfa School and the Danding School are weak. Most of the Taoists of the Lingfa School seek freedom, and the Taoists of the Danding School hide in the mountains. Not to mention the Taoist masters of the two schools, even the Taoists with high Taoism have their own things to do. How could they just come and hang out at the grand ceremony of the Fulu School? There are probably very few Taoist temples like Fuqiu Temple that have orthodox heritage and are backed by Mount Yishan. How many Yishan Mountains are there in the world? How many Fuqiu temples are there? One can only sigh that the spiritual magic school is weak, so there are fewer and fewer legends among the people about masters who travel around the world and can cast spells. Sometimes seeing such a person is as rare as seeing a god. Soon, the three of them found a place to sit down. He was sitting on a futon with two bamboo mats in front of him. The third senior brother sat alone behind a bamboo mat, on which were casually placed some elixirs refined in the temple and some rare treasures collected by many senior brothers in Yishan but could not use. He sat there by himself, took out a wine gourd and drank leisurely, looking very leisurely. Lin Jue and another person shared a bamboo mat. There was only one thing on the bamboo mat. It is the leaves of the Danguo tree. Although there were two people and one fox, they were properly divided into three groups, with only about ten to twenty pieces in each group. The two people sat cross-legged and the fox also sat upright. The weather here is better than that in Yishan. The morning light shines through the bamboo forest and feels warm on our bodies. The martial artists, magicians, or strange people in the martial arts world who came here might exchange some of the spiritual and magical things they collected for money, but Lin Jue and others naturally would not exchange them for money. As for what to exchange these things for, Lin Jue had no choice but to ask his third senior brother. "The best and most precious thing is, of course, magic." The third brother lowered his head and held the gourd in his mouth, and said incoherently: "In addition to magic, it would be nice if you could exchange it for some spiritual wood that we can both use. Otherwise, we can exchange it for some spiritual medicinal plants that are not available in Yishan. Second Senior Brother has written me a piece of paper. We don't lack anything else." Lin Jue nodded. Nowadays, magic is indeed rare. Many Taoist temples or people in the martial arts world only know one magic spell, which is passed down from generation to generation. They are considered to be true Taoists or extraordinary people. In fact, Third Brother didn't rely on this place to exchange these things -

Although Fuqiu Temple is not large, it is still very famous in the Lingfa School due to the tradition of each generation of disciples going down the mountain to start branches and spread out. Its fame far exceeds that of Xianyuan Temple, which is also located in Yishan but is larger in scale and has more disciples. Therefore, they naturally formed a bond with each other to find the famous mountains and true temples, but they had not arrived there yet. When they arrived, they would gather together to communicate and exchange what they had, and the exchange would naturally be completed. At this time, I was just accompanying two junior brothers and sisters. Then I saw many legs and feet passing by in front of me, and sometimes some of them stopped to take a closer look, but most of them stopped in front of the third senior brother. There are few exchanges that can be made. It was not until the afternoon that a middle-aged Taoist with a beard finally came up to Lin Jue and the others. He lowered his head and examined them for a long time. He seemed to be familiar with this kind of leaves and was very interested in them. "What kind of spiritual plant is this leaf from?" The middle-aged Taoist raised his head, as if testing the two men. "This is the leaf of the sacred tree of Mount Yi. Legend has it that it is the fruit eaten by the immortals who lived in seclusion in Mount Yi. The fruit core left behind has absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, and has been carefully cared for by the spirits in the mountains. This is how this unique sacred tree in Mount Yi grew." The junior sister said immediately, with a serious expression, as if reciting a text, because the senior brother said this at the beginning, and she remembered it after only saying it twice, and in the past half day, she has said it many times: “This is the leaf of the sacred tree.” "Some people in the mountains call it the Dragon Eye Tree, and some call it the Dan Fruit Tree." Lin Jue added. The middle-aged Taoist smiled when he heard this: "Are you from Yishan?" "Yes." "Fuqiu Peak Fuqiu Temple?" "How did the Taoist priest know?" "I used to know the Taoist priest who walked out of Fuqiu Temple." "I see." "This leaf is very rare. There shouldn't be many recipes that match it. It's not very useful, and it doesn't have much spiritual charm. It just happens to match the properties of the elixir I want to make. I might be able to make a blend with it after some exploration." The middle-aged Taoist looked at them, "What do you want to exchange for? Don't ask for too much. I can find other alternatives." Lin Jue couldn't help but think about it. I can't be sure whether this person knows this kind of leaves, but even if what he said, "The leaves are just compatible with the medicinal properties of the elixir he wants to refine and can be used for blending," is true, it probably isn't that simple. There were herbs all over the floor, and Third Senior Brother also had some spiritual plants. Could it be that there were no herbs with the same properties that could be used for blending? Why did he have to come here to look for this rare item? However, after changing my mind, I put most of these thoughts aside. It is useless to me, and it seems that I can't exchange it here. It's best to take what you need. It's really annoying to worry about so much now. It's better to see what he has. Lin Jue was stunned when he thought of this last point. It seems that I have been somewhat influenced by my third senior brother. (End of this chapter)