With the appearance of Mu Li, the dark crack closed and disappeared, and then a stone bridge appeared in the forbidden area again, as if it had never disappeared.
"This..." As Old Man Xuanji watched this miraculous scene, he became even more certain that Mu Li had a special relationship with the underworld. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a large bump on his disciple's head. Feeling guilty, he dared not speak.
"Master, who do you think is so lacking in public morality and throwing things around? It must be an old man, very bad." Mu Li was still indignant and chattered non-stop.
"..." Old Man Xuanji was hinted at and continued to play dead...
"By the way, Master, where are my senior brothers?" Mu Li finally finished venting and asked about her senior brothers.
Elder Xuanji finally breathed a sigh of relief. "After you disappeared, Crown Prince Zhaoyue also fell into a coma. It's been seven days and he still hasn't woken up. Your seventh senior brother said it was a soul-separation syndrome and went to the Taoist temple in the back mountain to find the soul-calling flag."
"Ah? Prince brother is back too. He should be awake by now, right? Let's go see the prince first, and then go find our brothers." Mu Li said as she pulled her master towards the exit of the forbidden area.
At this time, Xuan Qisheng, who had entered the Taoist temple, kowtowed three times to the statue in the main hall and was groping around, trying to find the soul-calling banner.
Suddenly, he felt dizzy, as if being drawn by a mysterious force. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar place.
Thick fog permeated the area, and an ancient palace was faintly visible. Xuan Qisheng approached the palace curiously. Above the palace door hung the three large characters "Shangqing Palace."
Xuan Qisheng raised his hand and was about to push the door open, but it opened automatically. He hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped into the palace.
The palace was covered in cobwebs and dust, clearly uninhabited for a long time. Xuan Qisheng carefully surveyed his surroundings when he suddenly heard a sigh.
“You’re here…”
Xuan Qisheng was startled and quickly looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a white-haired old man sitting on a cushion in the hall.
Xuan Qisheng looked at him warily, "Who are you?"
The old man smiled slightly and said, "I used to be the master of this Shangqing Temple."
Xuan Qisheng was even more confused, "Did you know I was coming?"
The old man closed his eyes and said slowly: "I have been waiting for you."
"What?" Xuan Qisheng was stunned.
"Perhaps this is fate. You know, this Taoist temple is not an ordinary place. For so many years, you are the only one who can set foot here."
Xuan Qisheng recalled what his fellow disciples had said and began to believe it a little, but he still frowned and asked, "Then where is this place? I was clearly at Shangqing Temple just now. What is so special about this Taoist temple?"
The old man stood up and walked over to Xuan Qisheng. "This place is my mustard seed space. Shangqing Temple is the passage connecting the three realms. And that soul-calling banner is the key to open the passage."
Xuan Qisheng looked at the old man in surprise, "You know I came here for the soul-summoning banner?"
"Haha, of course I know. But the soul-summoning banner is a divine weapon. It is not easy to get his approval. Ordinary people can't control it." said the old man.
"Then how can I get the spirit-summoning banner?"
"You must first accept me as your master." The old man returned to his seat on the futon and said, "If you accept me as your master, I will pass on all my life's cultivation to you, and then you will have the ability to control the soul-summoning banner."
"But I already have a master. How can I take someone else as my master?" Xuan Qisheng refused.
"I know, your master is Old Man Xuan Ji." The old man said with a smile.
"Do you know my master?" Xuan Qisheng asked doubtfully.
"Of course. Otherwise, why do you think he would send people to the back mountain every time he accepted a disciple? It was to choose a destined person to inherit my mantle for me."
"So that's how it is." Xuan Qisheng said in understanding.
"How about you take me as your disciple? Your master won't blame you. Besides, you don't like anything he teaches you at all," said the old man.
"Uh...you know all this?" Xuan Qisheng felt a little embarrassed.
"Of course, your talent is not there, so of course you don't like those things. It's just a waste of your talent there. Don't you want to become a very powerful person and protect the people you want to protect?" The old man continued to lobby.
"Okay, I'll take you as my master." Xuan Qisheng said with determination. He wanted to be a useful person and protect everyone in the sect.
The old man took out three incense sticks from somewhere and handed them to Xuan Qisheng, "Light the incense and put them in the incense burner, then kowtow three times."
Xuan Qisheng took the incense and saw it ignite without any fire. Xuan Qisheng suppressed his surprise and inserted the incense into the incense burner in front of the old man. Then he knelt down and kowtowed, "Master, I, the disciple Xuan Qisheng, kowtow to you."
"Good, good, good... Hahaha, I finally have a successor for Shangqing!" With that, the old man vanished from the spot, and a beam of light shot into Xuan Qisheng's brow. "This is the fruit of my life's work. You must refine it well and use it for your own benefit."
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