Outside the Demon-Sealing Tower.

The disciples of the Sword Dao Temple were all on high alert, thinking that the Demon Locking Tower was about to collapse.

The disciples around them breathed a sigh of relief when Qin Luo and Daoist Qingxu walked out unharmed.

Master Qingxu said softly, "Let's disperse."

Many disciples left one after another.

Only the disciples responsible for guarding the place remained.

Qin Luo followed Master Qingxu to the courtyard where they had been sitting.

The little dumpling is chasing Lei Ling.

They chased and played around in the yard.

Master Qingxu placed the small stove on the stone table. He then took out a purple-gold box from his sleeve, took out dark tea leaves from the box, and put them into a purple clay teapot containing spring water.

Qin Luo noticed that Master Qingxu carried tea with him and stored it in a purple-gold box. This tea was definitely not ordinary. "Senior, what kind of tea is this?"

Master Qingxu placed the purple clay teapot on the small stove and said with a kind expression, "This is rootless tea, left behind by our ancestor. It has a history of many years."

The tea is slowly brewing over a low flame in the stove.

While brewing tea, Master Qingxu asked with a smile, "May I ask how you should address my esteemed master?"

Qin Luo smiled and said softly, "My master is Zhang Fulong, the abbot of the Dragon Tiger Temple."

"Master Zhang is truly remarkable for being able to teach such an outstanding disciple!" Master Qingxu said with admiration in his eyes.

Qin Luo chuckled and said, "You flatter me, senior."

Master Qingxu asked with a smile, "Young friend, what is the tenet of the Longhu Temple?"

"Make money!"

The little dumpling hugged Lei Ling and said.

Qin Luo coughed, clenching his fist. The little dumpling quickly shook his head and said crisply, "Hehe, I was just talking nonsense."

Master Qingxu couldn't help but chuckle.

Qin Luo said respectfully, "Senior, our Dragon Tiger Temple does not have a clear purpose. What is the purpose of the Sword Dao Temple?"

"To rid the people of evil and to act on behalf of Heaven!"

Master Qingxu continued, "This is the principle set for us by our ancestral master."

Qin Luo thought the Sword Dao Temple's motto was quite good, and he asked softly, "Senior, is Master Cui still here?"

Master Qingxu shook his head and sighed, "I don't know. Our ancestor ascended to the immortal realm a long time ago. We have been making offerings to him ever since, but we have not received any response."

The purple clay teapot was steaming.

Master Qingxu picked up the purple clay teapot, poured out a cup of hot tea, and handed it to Qin Luo.

Qin Luo took the teacup with both hands. He looked at the deep, dark tea in the cup, with tiny swirling eddies inside, like an abyss. This tea was very special.

Master Qingxu picked up a cup of tea.

"Young friend, please!"

"Senior, please!"

Qin Luo picked up the teacup and took a sip. He frowned slightly; this was the most bitter tea he had ever tasted.

The little dumpling let go of Lei Ling and landed on Qin Luo's shoulder. "Boss, I want to drink too."

"Drink it all."

Qin Luo handed the teacup to Xiao Tuanzi.

The little dumpling beamed with joy. She held the teacup in both hands, but almost spat it out after just one sip. Because Qin Luo was watching her, she could only force herself to finish the tea, enduring the bitter taste.

"Ugh, this tastes awful!"

The little dumpling had a pained expression on its face.

Lei Ling approached the purple clay teapot, blinked its eyes, and also wanted to taste the tea.

Qin Luo took the cup back from the little dumpling's hand. He looked at the little dumpling with teary eyes and asked, "Why are you crying?"

"Boss, I'm so heartbroken."

The little dumpling rubbed its eyes and, after finishing its tea, remembered the hardships it had endured in the mountains.

The tea at Junior Sister's house is a bit bitter. The tea brewed by Song Qingjing is slightly bitter at first, then sweet in the aftertaste, but still has a bitter taste at the end. Master Qingxu's cup of tea is only bitter.

"What do you think of this tea, young friend?"

Master Qingxu looked at him with a smile.

Qin Luo shook his head slightly, "No one likes bitterness, but this tea is good, I'd like another cup."

Master Qingxu picked up the purple clay teapot, and Qin Luo handed over the teacup with both hands, wanting to taste it again.

Qin Luo looked at the clear tea in his cup, took a sip, and savored its bitterness. He sighed, "My body is like duckweed, adrift in a sea of ​​bitterness. It's a terrible feeling."

Master Qingxu nodded, saying meaningfully, "Our patriarch wanted to remind us that we have all suffered hardships and we must not forget our roots."

"yes."

Qin Luo continued drinking his tea.

He thought of his junior sister who could endure hardship.

Master Qingxu sipped his tea and asked with a smile, "What realm are you at now, young friend?"

Qin Luo smiled and said, "I should be in the Immaculate Realm. The realm of the Dragon Tiger Temple might be a bit special."

Master Qingxu's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression surprised. "Contemplating self-awareness, fasting and cultivating life, sitting in oblivion and carefree wandering, reaching the profound and immaculate—it turns out you are cultivating the Tao, young friend."

Qin Luo was somewhat surprised. Daoist Qingxu also knew about these realms. He remembered Wei Changchun saying that the founder of the Sword Dao Temple was a disciple of the Dao Ancestor. He guessed that the Dragon Tiger Temple and the Sword Dao Temple had similar lineages. "Senior, are you also cultivating the Dao?"

"This humble Taoist is cultivating immortality and comprehending the Tao."

Master Qingxu shook his head and sighed softly, "This humble Taoist has very poor comprehension. I have searched through countless alchemical books, but I still cannot grasp the profound mysteries. I apologize for making a fool of myself in front of you, young friend."

Qin Luo showed no arrogance, but respectfully said, "Senior, my master said that the Great Dao does not need to be cultivated. The Dao is within a small space, and when the time is right, it will naturally follow the law."

Master Qingxu smiled with narrowed eyes and nodded repeatedly, "Most cultivators are good at hiding their talents and deceiving each other. Cultivators like you, young friend, are extremely rare."

Qin Luo smiled, not thinking too much about it, "I just hope it will be useful to you, senior."

"The patriarch said that cultivating the Tao requires examining one's own heart, which is probably what Master Zhang meant," Master Qingxu said thoughtfully.

Qin Luo continued drinking his tea, and when he drank it again, it wasn't as bitter as before. "Senior, what are your thoughts on the conflict between Heaven and Man?"

Master Qingxu gazed at the clear blue sky with awe in his eyes. "The purpose of our Sword Dao Temple is to act on behalf of Heaven. Our ancestor revered Him, and we uphold justice in His name. I do not wish for the conflict between Heaven and Man to happen again."

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