She Zijiang couldn't help but ask.
"Qingyi, how many objects do you have that need to be purified?"
Shen Qingyi thought about it.
“It seems like quite a lot.”
Along the way, from the time she first entered the world of immortal cultivation to the present day, she has been to many places, especially the ruins of ancient battlefields, and obtained many strange and bizarre things.
She Zijiang's mouth twitched involuntarily.
Fortunately, he asked.
"Qingyi, if you trust me, I happen to know a Buddhist master who can help those who are helping others. If you give these things to those Buddhists, it can be considered a form of exchange. In the world of immortal cultivation, there are also many cultivators who exchange other things with Buddhists in order to obtain Buddhist items. This can also be considered as one of them."
This time, the light in Shen Qingyi's eyes became brighter.
Now, not only can you convert those things, but you can also get a lot of money!
Make money!
She Zijiang found it funny to see his apprentice's eyes glowing.
However, when he thought about the fact that most of his disciples had been wandering outside for decades and facing many dangers, She Zijiang couldn't help but feel distressed.
"Master, can you introduce that master to me? Or should I give those things to the master and he will help me change them?"
She Zijiang rubbed Shen Qingyi's head.
Somewhat helpless yet relieved.
As a master, he was unable to protect his apprentice. They had been separated for so many years, but his apprentice still trusted him so much. It would be a lie to say that he was not relieved, but he felt helpless.
In the world of cultivating immortals, not all masters are qualified to be masters. The principle of being on guard against others does not only apply to friends and strangers.
But at this moment, She Zijiang couldn't say anything to scold, he could only keep working hard and try not to let this trust down.
"Little fool, judging from your appearance, those things may have some history. If you hand them over to that master, it can form a cause and effect relationship. For you, it may be a better opportunity."
After all, some things cannot be measured by spirit stones.
Shen Qingyi suddenly understood what his master meant, rolled his eyes, and then laughed.
"good!"
After the two entered the Bodhi tree sea, they walked along the path specially opened by the two major Buddhist temples for the tree sea.
When they reached the center, looking at the two forking roads, She Zijiang and Shen Qingyi chose a road to the west.
"This is the direction of Luokong Temple, and that is the direction of Qingfeng Temple."
"The Buddhist master that Master is looking for is the master from Luokong Temple?"
She Zijiang nodded, made some hand gestures, and spoke.
"When I was traveling, I became friends with that Buddhist master. However, that master practiced the art of saving the evil. He was either out saving the evil all year round or in seclusion practicing. So, we haven't seen each other much in recent years."
She Zijiang's tone was inevitably filled with emotion.
After all, they had experienced together when they were young. Not only the Buddhist master, but also many other friends had a good relationship with them. It was only later that time passed.
Good friends have fallen, some have become strangers along the way, and even more have gradually lost contact.
After all, the higher the level of cultivation, the longer a cultivator may retreat, perhaps for a hundred years.
And every time a person walks along the road, he or she will always meet different people, new people will come and old ones will be forgotten...
"But Qingyi, don't worry. The world of immortal cultivation has undergone a major change recently. Now, all the major forces and high-level cultivators in Yunze Continent, except for those in seclusion, have almost all come out."
She Zijiang took Shen Qingyi and shuttled quickly.
"After we deal with those artifacts, Master will take you to have a good look at this Bodhi Tree Sea."
"good."
When the two arrived at Luokong Temple, Buddhist disciples were already waiting to greet them at the door.
"Amitabha, Fa De greets She Zhenjun and fellow Taoist Qingyi."
"Fade, where is your master?"
The person who came was Fadde, the direct disciple of Fakong.
"Master heard that the True Lord was coming today, and has been waiting at the Zen temple, so he asked me to lead the way."
Shen Qingyi followed his master, and Fade led the way in front.
Along the way, I didn't meet any other monks.
She Zijiang had no reservations and began to explain to Shen Qingyi.
"Master Fakong is used to practicing alone, and there are formations here, so other Buddhist practitioners generally cannot enter this area."
Not long after, the two arrived in front of a wooden Zen room. Fa De, who led the way, also performed a Buddhist bow and said goodbye.
The door of the Zen room opened automatically, and the two of them could clearly see the person sitting by the coffee table and making tea.
Shen Qingyi was slightly surprised by Fade's appearance. He originally thought that a master who had a good relationship with his master should be a Buddhist practitioner of the same age as his master. However, Master Fakong, who was sitting at the coffee table making tea, had white beard and eyebrows, and wrinkles on his face and hands.
After just a quick glance, Shen Qingyi immediately lowered his head and stood aside respectfully.
When Fakong saw the two people coming, he added tea for them.
"Amitabha, you two have come from afar, so I will greet you with tea. Please take a seat."
She Zijiang sat down and motioned Shen Qingyi to sit down as well.
Shen Qingyi bowed to Master Fakong.
"Sit down."
Shen Qingyi followed his words and sat next to his master.
"This little donor is your little disciple, right?"
She Zijiang nodded and took a sip of tea.
"She is my youngest disciple, Shen Qingyi."
"Qingyi has met Master Fakong."
"No need to be so polite."
When Shen Qing raised her eyes, she happened to meet Fakong's wise eyes, and Fakong smiled.
"I have heard about the story of Mr. Shen a long time ago."
Fakong was happy at the moment. In the past few days, he felt that his fortune was about to change.
After several calculations, he discovered that he was about to receive a considerable fortune.
What is true wealth to him?
Of course, it’s those things that help him practice!
And today, he calculated that a guest was coming from afar, and considering his recent wealth, Fakong had an idea.
When he found out it was She Zijiang, he was slightly surprised.
But when he saw the little girl next to him, Fakong suddenly had an idea: so that's how it is.
Shen Qingyi's deeds were not only well-known in the Yunze Taoist sect, but also among the demon cultivators, devil cultivators, and Buddhist cultivators.
Thinking of the past experiences of this young donor, Fakong was almost certain that his fortune was brought by this person.
"Fakong, I came here today to discuss a deal with you."
She Zijiang was not worried that Fakong would reveal anything. Others might not know, but She Zijiang knew clearly about Fakong's other identity.
The keeper of Luokong Temple.
For someone like him, one should be more wary of cause and effect.
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