Chapter 274: The Three Pure Ones

Amidst the vast mountains, there is a solitary peak with a cliff, and a small Taoist temple full of ancient charm stands on the top of the mountain.

Bai Donglin stood in the tile-roofed house, looking at the little Taoist boy lying on the bed without any consciousness, his eyes filled with contemplation.

"After thinking it over, this seems to be the only chance to enter the Dao Sect at the moment. I can't miss it. I don't know when the next chance like this will come. I might as well go and take a look..."

His thoughts calmed down, his eyes focused slightly, he raised his sword finger and tapped his brow lightly, a ripple slowly spread out from his brow, a small Tai Chi diagram emerged, spun violently for a moment, and then disappeared.

In an instant, Bai Donglin's temperament suddenly changed. His soul and thoughts were dominated by Wuwei's soul. The ultimate evil and the ultimate good stepped into Wuwei's mind and disappeared.

Do nothing, and nothing will be left undone.

Do without doing, and do without doing.

A Taoist aura flowed through his body. His eyes became indifferent and gentle. His pitch-black robe flashed red and turned into a dark green color. His long hair automatically wrapped around into a Taoist bun like a living thing.

In the sea of ​​​​gods, two streams of yin and yang energy, one black and one white, flowed down the divine bridge and gathered in the Dantian Qi Sea Lingqiao, swirling and condensing into a huge Tai Chi diagram. The Tai Chi diagram forcibly sucked the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body like a whirlpool, and a sense of clarity and spirituality lingered around the body.

"I am here to show my respect!"

Bai Donglin performed a standard Taoist bow with a hint of smile in his eyes. He was very good at concealing his own aura, and after this operation, except that he did not have a Dharma image, he was no different from a Qi cultivator.

"Fool, wake up quickly!"

As Bai Donglin called out, the little Taoist boy on the bed trembled his eyebrows and slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Bai Donglin in front of him, he was stunned, his confused eyes suddenly cleared up, and he turned over and got out of bed swiftly, pinched the magic formula with his hands, and asked vigilantly:

"Master, what brings you to Qingyun Temple?"

"Hey, idiot!"

Bai Donglin sighed softly, his expression slightly gloomy.

"Miaokong, before my senior brother passes away, can you leave me any words?"

The little Taoist boy's thin body trembled slightly when he heard this. He subconsciously loosened the magic seal in his hands and his eyes turned slightly red.

"You, you are my uncle?"

Bai Donglin nodded slightly.

"Wow! Uncle Master, my master died so tragically. He was still talking about you before he died. I thought he was confused, but I didn't expect that my master didn't lie to me..."

Miaokong threw himself on Bai Donglin, crying loudly, his thin body only reaching Bai Donglin's waist.

Stretching out his hand and gently stroking Miaokong's head, Bai Donglin said nothing, allowing Miaokong to vent the grievances and fears in his heart.

By collecting information about the host from the low-dimensional world, he knew everything about the small Taoist temple. Through the images preserved by the Tianluo core of the "Tianluo Space", the images of Master Miaokong before his death could be accessed at any time.

Miaokong's master did have a junior brother, but he had left home many years ago. Miaokong was an orphan picked up by Taoist Qingyun, and had never seen Taoist Qingyun's senior brother.

Therefore, Bai Donglin's disguise as this identity was naturally seamless.

The Taoist Qingyun did not die of natural causes, but suffered severe injuries in a battle with others, which led to his sudden death. The ten-year-old Miaokong was left alone to die in the deep mountains and forests.

Miaokong was only ten years old and had just started practicing. The poor Qingyun Temple did not have many resources for practice. Miaokong's practice was pitifully low and he did not even have the strength to leave the deep mountains and forests.

If it weren't for the accidental discovery of the split body of the pointed monument and the appearance of Bai Donglin, Miaokong would probably have starved to death here.

After all, he was just a little Taoist boy who couldn't even practice fasting. The sadness and fear over the past month had accumulated a lot of repressed negative emotions in his heart.

A mysterious light appeared in Bai Donglin's palm and flowed through Miaokong's head and all over his body. The sadness and fatigue melted away like spring snow in an instant, and Miaokong slowly stopped crying.

He rubbed his red eyes, took two steps back embarrassedly, and bowed respectfully.

"Disciple Miaokong greets Uncle Master!"

Bai Donglin nodded slightly. Although this cheap nephew’s talent was a little lacking, he was still quite polite. But that was enough.

Under the gaze of the soul's eye, everything about Miaokong was exposed. With Bai Donglin's current realm, he had long passed the stage where talent was the only thing that mattered to him.

He has plenty of means to mass-produce geniuses. He has seen many geniuses, so what if there are more geniuses? Anyway, they can't be better than him.

In his opinion, will, heart, and faith are the most important foundations!

"Let's go, take Master Uncle to see your Master."

"Um!"

Miaokong nodded seriously, hiding the sadness in his eyes, and led the way towards the main hall.

Compared with the dilapidated tile-roofed rear hall, the main hall enshrining the statues of the Three Pure Ones is much more exquisite and spotlessly clean.

Not far from the solemn and majestic statue of the Three Pure Ones, there stands a small wooden table, on which are placed an old whisk, a few plates of fruit, and an incense burner.

This is the only relic left by Taoist Qingyun, and also his only magic weapon. It is just a mid-grade magic weapon, which is really shabby and pitiful.

Taoist Qingyun was hit by a violent fire spell. Before he died, the fire poison exploded and his body was burned to ashes. Not even a complete corpse was left.

Bai Donglin had a silent expression. In comparison, he could be considered extremely lucky along the way. As soon as he started practicing, he joined the top force and he didn't know how many detours he had avoided.

In this vast world, the top forces are only a minority, and the majority of the forces are the cultivation forces that are lower in the dust. There are also many extreme examples like Qingyun Temple that are on the verge of extinction.

Life and death, reincarnation never stops. New forces are born all the time, and old forces disappear silently.

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After all, there are only a few forces that can stand the test of time and space and remain unchanged forever.

He suppressed his thoughts, reached out to pick up a stick of incense, inserted it into the incense burner, and curls of green smoke swirled and floated.

"Master Qingyun, I will lend you my Taoist temple. As a reward, I will give your only disciple a chance to learn good fortune!"

Bai Donglin withdrew his gaze, his heart moved, and he cast his eyes on the solemn and majestic statues of the Three Pure Ones, his eyes with an inexplicable meaning.

He has become accustomed to the existence of things from previous lives in this world, and various characters in myths and legends have left traces in this world.

He is not qualified to explore the deeper meaning behind this, but the existence of these familiar things always brings him a little comfort.

Taoism was the state religion in the previous life. In times of chaos, people came down the mountains to bring peace to the world, and in times of prosperity, they went up the mountains to cultivate their Taoism. Bai Donglin has a very good impression of Taoism and Taoists.

The Three Pure Ones, Yuanshi Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun and Daode Tianzun, are the highest gods in Taoism.

Bai Donglin naturally had the utmost respect for him.

He straightened his clothes, looked solemn, took out the sacred wood incense made from the "Xuanlong Sacred Wood" from the Eternal Light Realm, pinched out a trace of spiritual fire with his fingers and lit it, and a strange fragrance immediately filled the hall.

This kind of incense of the highest quality is enough to burn for a year without burning out. He has collected quite a few of these strange things.

Holding the sacred wood incense in his hand, Bai Donglin bowed respectfully to the statue of the Three Pure Ones.

Snap!

A cracking sound was heard suddenly. Bai Donglin's fingers trembled and he looked up. The statues of the Three Pure Ones actually cracked at the same time.

"Haha, Miaokong, how long has it been since you and your disciple repaired the statue of the Three Pure Ones? You really deserve a beating!"

Bai Donglin pretended to be slightly angry and bowed respectfully again.

Snap!

A huge crack appeared on the statue of Sanqing, almost running through the entire body.

Miao Kong was at a loss. He and his master had clearly taken good care of it, hadn't they? After all, it was one of the few precious assets of Qingyun Temple.

Bai Donglin's expression changed slightly. If he bowed for the third time, the statue of the Three Pure Ones would probably collapse directly. He could only suppress his thoughts and insert the sacred wood incense into the incense burner.

Then he stretched out his hand, and the law of gold emerged. The cracks on the statue of the Three Pure Ones healed instantly, and everything from the inside out turned into extremely hard black gold.

"Three Dao Ancestors, don't be angry. I will give you a better golden body..."

After doing all this, Bai Donglin felt slightly relieved.

(End of this chapter)