Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

The mountain wind howled by, making people shiver with cold.

Qin Liuxi and the others saw the Sanqing Zunshen who was about one foot tall in front of them.

The Sanqing statue in front of me is not a golden bronze statue, but a painted clay statue. However, due to the wind, sun and rain, the painting has long been weathered and disappeared. The body of the clay statue sitting cross-legged is missing an arm, and there are holes in the clay body. Something has made a hole in it and is living in a snail's nest. Only the clay head is still intact. Can anyone still identify who is who?

Qin Liuxi sighed.

Fei Jackel knelt on the ground and cried heartbrokenly.

Qin Liuxi instructed Teng Zhao and the others to clean up, while she herself took out some offering incense and candles from the Qiankun bag.

Regardless of whether this site has inheritance or not, since it is here and it is the predecessor of Qingping Temple, these disciples and descendants must express their feelings.

Qin Liuxi took a piece of clean cotton cloth, pointed her toes, jumped up, and wiped the head carefully with the cotton cloth. As for the hole in the stomach of the clay statue, she did not plug it up.

"Why don't you fix this hole?" Fei Zhen was a little puzzled when he saw that she wiped her head and ignored the hole in the clay statue's body.

"The clay statue allows all living things to live here and practice. It is also a kind of protection and compassion. The founders of the Sanqing Dynasty will not blame it." Qin Liuxi glanced at the hole in Yuanshi Tianzun's belly and had a hint.

Fei Jackal stopped talking.

Also, this site has been abandoned. If we hadn't found it specially, we wouldn't even be able to see the person. What does it matter whether the statue is complete or not?

But being able to provide shelter for living beings is not only the creation of the living beings, but also the mercy of the gods.

Qin Liuxi took out the incense and lit it. He led Teng Zhao and the others to offer incense respectfully, and knelt on the ground to salute.

Fei Jackal was very moved, but after just a few breaths, he heard her clarify her purpose. He was so moved that he ran away from the sky in an instant.

If there is an inheritance, pass it on to her without leaving a drop. If there are any hidden treasures, you must also give her dreams and guidance. After all, it is not easy to come all the way. As a disciple and a grandson, there is no point passed down by the ancestors. The things that came down were displayed on the outside and close to the body, which also made people underestimate the original large-scale style of Qingpingzong.

She really dared to say it, and she wasn't afraid that the patriarchs would get up and beat her with canes.

But if the Patriarch had a spirit, he almost broke his kneecaps when he knelt down, and they didn't see them giving him a spirit, so her begging was in vain.

Young people are still naive!

But why does this incense burn so fast?

Qin Liuxi offered the incense and took Teng Zhao and the others around the area.

"Xixi, it doesn't look like there's a treasure here." Xiao Ginseng looked around and said, "Even if it's inheritance, it's probably very high-end."

"The inheritance of the Qingping Sect is just a legend. It is difficult to find out whether the legend is true or false. Only by actually coming can you know whether it exists. I originally doubted whether the Qingping Sect's ruins existed, but now we are standing here I have come to this place. As for the inheritance of the Dao Sect, I am lucky to have it, but not my life!"

This is true.

Seeing that she was thinking openly, Little Ginseng didn't say anything more, pulled Teng Zhao and ran away.

Let’s not talk about whether there are inheritances and treasures, but picking up some rare spiritual plants does not mean leaving empty-handed.

When they walked away, there was a slight movement in the hole of Sanqing's clay statue, and as the incense candle burned faster and faster, Sanqing's face became a little blurry.

Fei Jacky rubbed his eyes. Did he see it wrong just now?

How could he see Sanqing's face smiling?

The sky gradually darkened, and the entire site became increasingly quiet, with only one or two animal sounds coming from somewhere.

Qin Liuxi and the others lit a fire in front of the Sanqing statue, and then meditated.

In her words, this is the site of Qingpingzong. Because it is the Kunlun Mountains, the spiritual energy is overwhelming. They have already walked around, and they may be able to realize some Taoist meanings when they enter meditation here.

But from Fei Zhen's point of view, she was determined not to give up!

Look, he has long known that legends are just legends, how can there be any Taoist secrets... Ah this?

Fei Jackal's ghostly eyes widened as he looked at Sanqing and the changing scenery around him, and his heart trembled.

I have seen people who are partial, but I have never seen anyone who is so partial. Why doesn't he have this preference?

Fei Zhen made a mournful face and glanced at the three incense sticks that were as thick as a child's wrist that Qin Liuxi and the others presented to him before entering meditation, and he suddenly had an idea that he had never experienced before.

If you worship many gods, you will be blessed by them.

Alas, he realized it again!

The Kunlun Mountains are far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, but there are countless disputes in Shengjing, especially after Qi Qian was crowned king, which caused a lot of daydreams in the hearts of the officials.

Now that the prince has been deposed, and with the frequent natural disasters, it has become clear that the country cannot be without reserves for a day, and another prince should be established to calm the people.

And those who said this naturally belong to the group of several princes, especially the people of King Zhao who jumped the most. After all, the prince is dead, several adult princes, King Zhao is on his way, it is his turn to be rich and powerful. .

Just when he mentioned these words, the saint and the old god were there, wearing a Taoist robe with immortal style, and said: "Whoever you want to establish, please come to me!"

It's so direct that people don't dare to speak easily. Instead, they have to speculate on the saint's intentions. Is this an establishment or not?

King Zhao was anxious and urged his staff to make trouble. The national mourning for the death of the Queen Mother was about to end, so he could not give the Prince a chance to counterattack.

Moreover, the third and fourth children seemed to have become more confident.

But this was nothing compared to that bastard. He was directly crowned the king after performing two meritorious deeds. It was difficult not to guess what the old man was thinking.

Could it be that the old man wants to recognize this illegitimate child?

The more King Zhao thought about it, the more he felt that he had guessed the truth. When he thought about Concubine Heru who had changed her identity and entered the palace, he felt bad.

He went to Yu Linglan and told his guess. The latter smiled and shook his head: "Your Majesty, you think too much. No saint wants to tarnish his reputation. An illegitimate child will never be brought to the fore."

King Zhao felt somewhat comforted and said, "Then what is the purpose of my father making him king?"

"Using merit to make up for it. As a father, if he wants to compensate his son who has been greatly wronged in his opinion, what can be more just and justified than getting a reward for meritorious service?" Yu Linglan said calmly: "But that's all. . Can he still tell the world openly and openly that this is the Dragon Son?"

Just when Zhao Wang was about to say something, he turned his eyes, looked down the street, and snorted: "If you don't tell people behind their backs, it will show up."

Yu Linglan followed his line of sight and saw Qi Qian jumping off a black horse and standing behind a carriage.

In the car, a young man jumped out, held the door, and moved his lips, not knowing what he said.

A slender hand fell on the edge of the door, and then someone leaned out, revealing his entire delicate and beautiful face.

Yu Linglan's pupils shrank and she stood up.

Jade Changkong, he entered the world to choose talents.