Night falls.

The evening breeze was slightly cool.

Zhang Fulong arrived at the backyard of the Taoist temple.

Qin Luo and the others were cultivating in the courtyard. Zi Yue was practicing the Five Qi Gathering Method, and Jin Yan was meditating on the landscape painting.

"Master."

Qin Luo noticed Zhang Fulong's presence.

"Master."

Zi Yue and Jin Yan opened their eyes one after the other.

Qin Luo thought his master had come to remind them to rest early, and was about to get up when Zhang Fulong gestured for them to continue sitting cross-legged on the platform.

"Do you want to learn the true Daoist methods?"

"think!"

Ziyue answered first.

Qin Luo and Jin Yan nodded at the same time.

A smile appeared in Zhang Fulong's deep eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I will first teach you to recite the 'Scripture of Salvation.' You must be serious when reciting it and not be negligent."

"Um."

Qin Luo and the others nodded emphatically.

Their master usually doesn't have time to teach them, so this opportunity was rare, and they listened attentively.

"Humanity is insignificant, and the path of immortality is boundless."

"The way of the ghosts is joyful, as it leads to the gate of life."

......

"The Qi of the heavens is vast and boundless, and my Dao flourishes day by day."

......

"Did you all remember that?"

Zi Yue saw Qin Luo and Jin Yan nod, and she awkwardly scratched her hair, "Master, I didn't remember."

Zhang Fulong patted Ziyue on the shoulder, "It's okay, your senior brother knows how, he'll teach you."

"OK."

Qin Luo nodded with a smile.

Zhang Fulong left with his hands behind his back.

Qin Luo fetched paper and pen, and copied the "Scripture of Salvation" into two copies, one for Jin Yan and the other for Zi Yue.

Jin Yan could recite them, but there were some characters he didn't recognize. After Zhang Fulong left, Qin Luo stayed in the courtyard to continue teaching them to read and explaining the meanings of the characters.

......

In the blink of an eye.

Half a month has passed.

In the early morning, the mountains are shrouded in mist.

In the backyard of the Taoist temple, Ziyue and Jinyan sat cross-legged on the Taoist platform, cultivating and reciting the "Scripture of Salvation" at the same time. Before the sunrise, their bodies were already radiating a faint golden light.

Qin Luo was boiling eggs in the kitchen.

These eggs were sent by Wang Meng. They were all wild eggs he had collected in the mountains. Wang Meng lived in the nearby mountains and made a living by hunting. The market that appeared at the foot of the mountain brought a lot of convenience to his family, so he sent a basket of wild eggs to express his gratitude.

"Dinner's ready!"

Qin Luo called out from the kitchen.

Ziyue and Jinyan appeared behind him instantly.

Zi Yue raised an eyebrow and smiled sweetly, "A bowl of porridge and an egg, this is a really good life."

"yes."

Jin Yan grinned foolishly.

They ate with great relish.

Qin Luo was holding an egg in his hand. He peeled off the shell and handed it to the little dumpling.

"Boss!"

"You're so much better!"

The little dumpling was pecking at the egg.

It often comes to Longhu Temple to freeload food and drinks.

Qin Luo used a golden gourd to collect the morning dew from the peach tree. The gourd didn't look big, but it could hold a lot of morning dew, enough for him to drink for a long time after collecting it once.

Outside the Taoist temple.

The young man in brocade robes arrived at Longhu Temple. He looked at the dilapidated plaque with some surprise, then noticed the door gods pasted on the door and wondered, "Since I came to Jinyang City, I have seen many door gods like these along the way."

Zhou Dapeng felt like he was walking on thin ice. He lowered his head and replied, "Your Highness, this is a custom of the North. It existed when the previous magistrate was in office, so it's perfectly normal."

The young man in brocade robes was named Zhu Chi. He was the eldest son of the Prince of Zhenbei and a member of the Great Xia royal family, holding a noble status.

The Prince of Zhenbei was the half-brother of the Emperor of Daxia. He controlled the northern prefectures and held considerable military power.

Zhu Chi was followed by numerous experts from the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, and behind them were dozens of heavily armored iron guards. This was not the kind of group that came to Longhu Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings.

Beside Zhu Chi stood a seductive woman, dressed in a high-slit red dress, her breasts voluptuous, who said coquettishly, "Young Master, I've heard that these are the door gods appointed by the Dragon Tiger Temple."

"There are actually forces within the Great Xia territory that dare to confer divine titles. It seems they don't take the Imperial Observatory and the Great Xia court seriously." Zhu Chi held a jade fan, his eyes filled with amusement.

Zhou Dapeng went up and knocked on the door.

"Immortal Master, are you there?"

The seductive woman chuckled, "How long do you want the young master to wait? Open the door now."

Zhou Dapeng stepped forward to push the door, but he couldn't move it. He immediately called Cao Mang for help. Cao Mang, a martial artist, was strong enough to lift a cauldron, but they couldn't open a wooden door.

"Bull, you go."

Zhu Chi looked somewhat impatient.

A burly man with a muscular physique stepped forward and shoved Zhou Dapeng and Cao Mang aside.

Zhou Dapeng rolled several times on the ground, and Cao Mang had to take several steps back before he could stand up. "What terrifying power!"

The Prince of Zhenbei's mansion has many talented and extraordinary people. The bull is born with superhuman strength. Even without cultivation, it can destroy a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator with a single punch.

"ah!"

The bull slammed its fist into the wooden door.

Bang!

The bull was knocked back.

His arms were trembling.

Even a bull that could pierce through iron plates couldn't break the wooden door. Zhu Chi realized that this wooden door was no ordinary door. At this moment, a swordsman dressed in blue took the initiative to step forward.

"Young Master, let me do it!"

The swordsman in green robes was named Wang Xiao. He was Zhu Chi's personal bodyguard and a cultivator in the early stage of Core Formation.

Wang Xiao drew his sword.

As the cyan sword light flashed, the fallen leaves along the way were split in two, but the wooden door remained intact.

Suddenly, the area outside the Taoist temple became quiet.

Wang Xiao couldn't believe that he couldn't even break open a simple wooden door. He was a master by Zhu Chi's side, second only to the vixen and the blind white-robed priest.

Wang Xiao couldn't even open this wooden door, so you can imagine how terrifying the power behind it is.

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