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"Maybe it's because the weather is too hot." Lin Qinghe explained seriously and stopped, "We've arrived at the Taoist temple."

After she said this, she walked in, followed closely by Zheng Ya and Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling looked at Lin Qinghe's dried Taoist robe thoughtfully.

After watching the two men burn incense and give her five dollars, Lin Qinghe silently put the dollars in her pocket and asked, "What else do you want to do?"

If not, then just leave. She still needs to practice.

Zheng Ya raised her eyes to look at Lin Qinghe, then quickly lowered her head. She hadn't looked at him carefully before, but now that she looked at him, she realized that the young Taoist priest was really handsome.

It was Zheng Ling who asked first, "Young Taoist priest, can you tell fortunes?"

"Oh, I know this. Do you want to ask for a fortune?" Lin Qinghe was already prepared to give him the best fortune.

Zheng Ling was delighted when he heard this. He moved closer to Lin Qinghe and whispered in her ear, "It's like this. We came here to ask for something. Since the young Taoist priest can tell fortunes, we are relieved."

"What's the matter?" Lin Qinghe blinked. These two people didn't look like they were in any trouble.

"It's like this. My sister has a good friend in school. Her friend's name is Su Wanqing. She actually fell in love with a poor boy and was willing to elope with him. We want you to figure out where she is." Zheng Ling chose his words carefully.

"If you find her, can you help persuade her... to stop being so emotional? Her parents only have her as a daughter, and they are almost going crazy now."

Zheng Ling sighed. He actually didn't want to get involved in this troublesome matter, but Su Wanqing, who eloped with someone, was not only Zheng Ya's good friend, but also his fiancée.

They searched everywhere they could, but still couldn't find the person.

He heard that there was a Taoist temple on Mount Qingcheng, and that the Taoist priests there were very good at fortune-telling, so he took his sister up the mountain in desperation to try any possible means.

If you ask Zheng Ling how he feels now that his fiancée ran away with someone who is inferior to him in every way?

Of course, it was like a hundred thousand horses galloping through my heart.

But what could he do? He had to look for her to reassure both parents.

"..." This is quite strange. Lin Qinghe didn't expect that there would be people with love brains in every world.

"I can help you, but..." Lin Qinghe blinked at Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling understood immediately, "As long as you help me, I can pay you a certain amount of money."

"Then give me her birth date and something she used. Anything is fine." Lin Qinghe didn't waste any words and directly asked for the object to calculate.

"I know her birth date, but can I bring the things she used tomorrow?" After hearing these requests, Zheng Ling slapped his forehead and secretly blamed himself for not being well prepared.

"Something used? Brother, you are one, right?" Zheng Ya smiled playfully and pushed her brother to Lin Qinghe's side. "Little Taoist priest, my brother must have been used by Wanqing. Look, the person and birth date are all complete. Can you calculate it?"

Lin Qinghe raised her eyes and glanced at Zheng Ling, who was looking for a crack in the ground to crawl into. She wanted to raise the corners of her mouth but held it back. "No, this won't do."

"That's right. How can I, your brother, be a thing?" Zheng Ling blushed and explained again, "Why are you talking like that? I, your brother, have held Wanqing's hand. What do you mean by used..."

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, Lin Qinghe coughed lightly, "Then bring all your belongings with you and come back to see me tomorrow. It's getting late, you should go down the mountain."

Looking at the sky outside, it was already around two or three in the afternoon, and it would probably be dark by the time they got down the mountain.

"Then...Master Mingzhu, see you tomorrow!" Zheng Ling hurriedly pulled Zheng Ya down the mountain.

Lin Qinghe stood at the door and watched them go down the mountain, then sat back on the cushion and began to practice.

When it was time for dinner in the evening, Taoist Yangui, who was drinking porridge from a bowl, looked at the face of his little disciple, then looked at the faces of the eldest and second brothers who were eating beside him, and couldn't help but frowned.

Why does the little disciple's face seem so pale? Almost pale.

When he turned around again, he saw the eldest and second apprentices who had finished their meal and were about to go out to wash the dishes. Their faces were so rosy.

After comparing them carefully, Taoist Yan Gui asked Lin Qinghe, "Have you practiced the skills passed down by our ancestors?"

"Master, I have practiced. I am now strong enough to defeat my eldest and second brothers!" Lin Qinghe nodded seriously and rolled up his sleeves to reveal his pale arms with visible blood vessels under the skin.

"Mingzhu, why don't you stop practicing? Look at Mingnan and Mingtian, their health is getting better and better. But it seems to me that something is wrong with you the more you practice." Taoist Yangui stood up and circled around Lin Qinghe several times.

Finally, he got a positive answer, "No, you can't practice anymore. Why does your practice seem unpopular?"

"Master, I'm about to become an immortal. You see, I'm no longer a human, of course I'm an immortal. Don't worry about it. We are practicing the same technique, what can go wrong?" After Lin Qinghe finished the white rice porridge in his bowl, he took Taoist Yangui's empty bowl and prepared to wash it.

Taoist Priest Yan Gui was left standing there, frowning and thinking, "This isn't right..."

0038 When Lin Qinghe finished washing, he couldn't help but ask, "Host, what are you practicing?"

“It’s one of the ten forbidden techniques of the Wuji Sect. It’s the same Wuji Sect technique that they practice, but it’s a forbidden technique.” Lin Qinghe touched his pale face. He didn’t expect that the changes would be noticeable on the first day of practice.

She looked at her reflection in the water and saw that her face was indeed very white.

Taoist Master Yangui is very thoughtful, but Mingzhu's eldest and second brothers didn't notice it.

Lin Qinghe had seen this forbidden technique by accident before. This forbidden technique, "The End", can only be practiced by practitioners by burning their own life span. During the practice, breaking through various barriers is as easy as eating and drinking.

After practicing this forbidden technique, not only will one's cultivation progress be incredibly fast, but one will also be invincible at the same level. The practitioner of this technique will have tremendous spiritual power, and one strike from them can be equivalent to ten strikes from a practitioner at the same level.

But its shortcomings are also obvious. No matter how fast the practitioner's progress is, or what level of cultivation he has reached, he will not live past the age of twenty-three.

Mingzhu, the body that Lin Qinghe possessed, is eighteen years old this year.

Lin Qinghe had never seen anyone practicing this kind of martial arts, so she didn't know that practicing this martial arts would have the side effect of turning the face pale.

In order to save the people of Nanjing City, Lin Qinghe had to practice this method.

Having lived in the modern dimension, she knew the power of those thermal weapons. If she could not cultivate to the Jindan stage, she would not be able to compete with those planes and cannons.

After only one day of practice, in this plane with thin spiritual energy, Lin Qinghe actually felt that he was about to break through to the second level of Qi Refining.

The next day, Zheng Ling and the other person brought the things needed for fortune-telling. After Lin Qinghe helped them calculate Su Wanqing's location, she didn't expect that the two men took half a box of dollars and asked her to go down the mountain to persuade Su Wanqing to come back.

Lin Qinghe left the money to Taoist Yangui and went down the mountain directly.

What she didn't expect was that after she met Su Wanqing, this love-sick man started arguing with her.

"You were sent by my father, right?"

"Yes, Miss Su, your family is very worried about you, so they asked me to go find you and take you back..."

"Go back and tell my father that he is not a poor boy. I will not go back to marry Zheng Ling. Let them give up this idea..."