Chapter 125:

"What, you just saw Sanjun Patriarch?"
"What does Sanjun Patriarch look like? Is it tall and kind as in the temple?"
Hearing about Yuan Xianger's adventure, everyone was very surprised. Yuan Xianger recounted everything that had just happened.
"Hahaha, it's impossible, Axiang, did you dream? How could your human be like a child." Wu Yuan laughed.
Of those present, only Qingyuan showed a look of surprise and surprise, "Axiang, did you really see the Patriarch himself? Not many people know about this. The statues of Patriarchs enshrined in the temple are actually not real. Patriarchs practice. The immeasurable crossing technique really looked like a sixteen or seven-year-old child when he ascended."
After hearing his words, everyone believed that Yuan Xianger had just seen the incarnation of the Sanqing Patriarch under everyone's eyes.
The contact time was only a brief moment, but the wonderful experience at that moment gave Yuan Xiang'er a feeling of being separated from the physical body, and it seemed to touch the edge of a new realm a little bit. In an instant, you can experience the thoughts, joys and sorrows of many creatures, and such a person really can no longer be called a person. It is already a spiritual body that exists on another level. It's such a god, he told himself that your master was voluntarily trapped in Nanxun, and you can't go to him.
"Anyway, let's go up the mountain first. Let me ask our palms to see if she knows anything?" Qingyuan saw Yuan Xiang'er unhappy, and offered comfort.
While discussing this bizarre incident, everyone walked up the foot of the mountain and climbed to the col where the Qingyi Taoist Temple was located.
The stone steps up the mountain are very narrow, with green pine welcoming guests on both sides, and orchids spreading fragrance. From time to time, we can see one or two disciples coming down from the mountain. These disciples of the Qingyi Sect, whether young or old, see Qingyuan, all stand sideways with their hands and respectfully stand on both sides of the mountain road. They are called uncle master or uncle master.
Qingyuan didn't put on airs, and greeted them with a smile.
Dong Xuan Sect is magnificent and magnificent in Xianle Palace in Kyoto. The Qing Yi Sect in Kunlun Mountain is too simple and simple. The narrow mountain roads, mossy steps, mottled red walls, and a kind of ancient charm outside the world are everywhere.
Under the steps inside the courtyard, several young disciples lined up to practice the most basic physical skills. Inwardly is the training ground for demons. All the apostles here are chained to a certain extent and are not allowed to move around.
Although Qingyuan has a very high level of seniority and strong magic power in the martial arts, he is only obsessed with raising apostles, and does not care about other trivial matters. So this training field is the only thing that his disciples are responsible for.
A disciple who was going to travel hastily registered outside the venue, picked up a demon, dragged him out by the chain, rode on his back and flew into the sky to leave.
The young female disciple guarding the court took out a pair of sheep crutch and a little rabbit, sitting face to face on the grass, playing with each other.
I was having fun and suddenly saw Master Qingyuan, who had gone far away, suddenly appeared in front of me. The female disciple was startled and stood up awkwardly and hid the little rabbit who was playing with her behind her back.
"Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have secretly released the demon again." She subconsciously admitted her mistake.
But after waiting for a while, the master didn't reprimand herself as usual, but reached out and touched her head, leading a group of weird people and passing by.
Qingyuan led Yuan Xiang'er and others through this area where the apostles were imprisoned. Although his seniority in the sect was high, all his interests were in the apostles, so he was only responsible for taking care of the apostles in the sect.
The big and small monsters in the field were uniformly bound with their mouths and locked with iron chains. They squatted or stood in their respective corners looking at him, all dissatisfied with hatred and hatred. Only the rabbit with folded ears hiding behind the little disciple, quietly exposed his head, rolled his eyes like a red stone, and hurriedly took it back.
An apostle who had probably made some mistake was tied to the ground, with small red eyes, screaming and cursing. Her master was a 60-year-old warlock, who was standing by and launched a punishment contract to punish the apostles who did not want to be tamed.
It was just a little demon with very low attack power and spells. It is extremely difficult for a powerful monster to become an apostle. Even in the Purgatory Church, there is a monk who has a potion and a face.
If it were in the past, Qingyuan would find the little demon untamed. But this time, I don’t know why, watching those monsters locked in the corner by chains, watching the banshee who is rolling in the dust and screaming for resistance, Qingyuan suddenly felt that these things were not so taken for granted. .
Qingyuan walked over behind the disciple, raised his hand and gave him a head.
"Master...Master?"
The younger monk was Qingyuan's apprentice, and was startled by the sudden appearance of the young master. I don't know what I did wrong, holding my head and apologizing.
"There are no demons in the world. We only have a few apostles. Can't you be nice to them? What do you mean by bullying them like this?"
Qingyuan was unreasonable, and taught his apprentice a lesson. The apprentices and grandchildren of different ages in the latter group shrank their heads and did not dare to reply.
The old apprentice didn't know why the master came back from the mountain gate and suddenly changed his attitude. But he was raised by his master since he was a child, knowing that his personality has always been this way. The older he gets, the more innocent and romantic he will be, and he doesn't know the world, so he doesn't care about it.
He just asked, "Master, why didn't the brothers come back with you."
Qingyuan then remembered that he was only thinking about how to improve the contractual relationship with the apostles, and forgot a group of apprentices in Lianghe Town.
He touched his chin awkwardly, and led Yuan Xiang'er and others through this area and walked towards the yard where the headmaster was.
Several disciples who were present looked at their backs and gathered together to whisper.
"Master must have forgotten Xu Ji and them on the way again, right?"
"Who are those people, do they look like demons?"
"Will the demon walk in the world without restraint or shackles like this, wouldn't it be dangerous?"
The youngest sister pointed at the crowd and jumped up, "Ah, is that Cheng Huang? The tallest one, with blond hair, look at the mark on his forehead."
"Is Cheng Huang so handsome?" She hugged another female warlock, "Ahhh, this is the first time I saw Cheng Huang's figure."
Cheng Huang,
That is Ahuang, I comb him every day.
Turns out Ah Huang is so pretty.
The suppressed screams of the girls came from behind. Cheng Huang squinted and glanced.
Stupid humans.
How long has he stayed in this place? Is it more than ten years or decades? In his life span of thousands of years, these are actually no difference.
The noisy humans seem to be very lively, but in fact, even the old man Qingyuan can't live for many years. It was annihilated into ashes in an instant.
Forget it, if he is willing to unlock the chains, it is not impossible to play with them for a few years.
Yuan Xianger has been to the Xianle Palace of the Dongxuan Sect. The courtyard where the master teaches Miaodao lives alone is extraordinary and elegant. Outside the courtyard is guarded the incarnation of the sacred beasts of the square.
However, Yuan Xiang'er was a little surprised by the courtyard where the head of the Qing Yi Sect lived. It can be said that it is basically a rural vegetable garden.
A few depressions in vegetable fields, green fences, and branches of apricot blossoms came into the courtyard wall.
It can be said that what kind of style of head teacher directly determines the behavior style of the entire sect.
Yuan Xianger and her party were led into a wooden house that could only be considered clean and tidy. An old lady who had just returned from the vegetable garden walked into the house, washed her hands, and sat down on the wooden steps. Waved for the apprentice to serve tea.
"Little Ayuan, it's rare that you brought a guest to see me. Is there anything wrong?" The old lady sat down on Mu Da, waved her apprentice to serve tea.
"Senior Sister Sister, this is the case. This little friend wants to find a way to Nanming." Qingyuan told Yuan Xianger's experience and demands.
It was the first time Yuan Xiang'er saw a female head teacher in this world, or the first time she saw a human female in an important position. Can't help but have a lot of curiosity about her.
"Why are you looking at me like this?" The plainly dressed, silver-haired old man said with a smile, "Because you think a woman shouldn't be the principal of a great master like Puritanism?"
Yuan Xianger said bluntly:
It’s not like that. In this era, most women have to live under men because they are not physically strong enough to compare with men. However, after the practice of cultivation, there is no obvious distinction between men and women. If At this time, women still inculcate themselves inferior thoughts to men. That's the ridiculous thing."
The old lady laughed loudly, "That's not bad, the cultivation level at a young age is not tacky, and there are so many apostles. Ayuan, he looked at you, and he must be jealous of sleep. He worked so hard to help you. , Did you promise him any benefit?"
"It's nothing special to say, it's just a magic circle." Yuan Xiang'er didn't hesitate too much, and didn't want to use this to threaten Qingyuan anymore. She pulled out spiritual power with her fingertips and volleyed a small formation.
Qingyuan almost jumped up, and circled the circle that was hovering in the air for a few times. After watching for a long while, he still couldn't make up his mind. He turned his head in confusion and asked his head, "Sister Qingmiao, this ?"
The real head master named Qing Miu narrowed his eyes, looked at it for a long while, and said in doubt: "Your magic circle is useless and has no ability to restrain demons."
"Why is it useless? We can know each other's location and emotions, and we can communicate with each other at any time." Yuan Xianger looked at the real head teacher who holds the world's famous Qingyi Sect, then turned to see clearly Yuan, "Senior Qingyuan also feel useless?"
Qingyuan looked at the many apostles behind Yuan Xiang'er, thinking about getting along this way, rubbing his hands back and forth, and hesitantly said to his senior sister, "Sister, there are fewer and fewer monsters in this world, I... I don’t think we can’t get along well."
The elderly head was sitting on the wooden steps, his wrinkled fingers gently rubbed the tea cup in his hand, and he muttered for a long while, "Ayuan, Senior Sister's life limit is approaching. And you still have a long way to go. Go. Sooner or later Qing Yi Jiao will put it in your hands, so you have to take care of the way you want to take everyone."