"A wisp of soul was taken away... and I fell into an unknown sleep..."
Qingxuzi frowned. He had some impression of this symptom. There had been similar things happening in the cultivation world before. In the worst case, there was a city where tens of thousands of people became living dead and then starved to death.
Xie Yunan heard the other party's murmur and asked, "Senior, do you know anything?"
"If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid only Tianxin Demon can do this, but didn't he die back then? Could it be that someone has mastered his Tianxin Jue and started to absorb people's souls?"
"Did the headmaster ask me to come out of seclusion for this matter?"
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At ten o'clock in the evening, Qingxuzi arrived in the imperial capital on a military transport plane.
Before the transport plane landed, Qingxuzi had the cabin door opened, and walked in the air with his hands behind his back. After dozens of breaths, his graceful figure disappeared, and he did not look at all as disheveled as he had been during the day, which made the accompanying personnel admire him as an immortal.
Away from the huge steel forest behind, heading north, we finally saw a sacred mountain hidden in the clouds.
Shangqing Palace.
Through the clouds, there are simple tiled houses scattered on the top of the mountain. Compared with ordinary Taoist temples, they are a bit too simple.
It's not that Shangqing Palace has no money. If they want, they can build a pavilion that is even better than the imperial palace. There are countless people in the world who want to build a palace for them, and the government will not be stingy.
But Shangqing Palace emphasizes pure cultivation, and the house does not need to be luxurious, as long as it can shelter from the wind and rain. If you waste money and labor for the sake of temporary enjoyment, what is the difference between you and ordinary emperors?
It would be better to use this money to benefit the people.
For example, the Shangqing Palace used the money given by the government to build tens of thousands of new schools in remote mountainous areas.
The main hall of Shangqing Palace is a large courtyard covering an area of about 100 square meters. It is not much different from other tiled houses except that it is larger.
Entering the room, a tall and handsome young man was sitting cross-legged. He looked less than 20 years old, but he looked very experienced, like a Taoist who had seen through the mundane world.
Qingxuan, the headmaster of Shangqing Palace.
Qingxuan opened his eyes and saw Qingxuzi smiling and said, "Master, you are back."
"Master, you can just call me Qingxu. In the future, there will be more and more people reincarnated, and the seniority should be based on who has achieved the most." Qingxuzi waved his hand.
"By the way, I met a senior from the same sect before. Does the headmaster know about it?"
"Oh, who is it?" Qingxuan immediately became interested. The person who could be called senior by this great-grandmaster must have a very high level of cultivation, at least on par with him.
Qingxuzi replied, "From Qingzhou, I don't know the specific name."
Qingqing...zhou?
Qingxuan's heart skipped a beat and he quickly asked, "Hanshui Village?"
"There is indeed a village there, but I'm not sure whether it's called Hanshui." Qingxuzi nodded. For some reason he felt that the headmaster's expression seemed a little subtle.
"You didn't offend anyone, did you?"
At this point, Qingxuzi showed some embarrassment, and said: "Um... when we first met, I couldn't tell the other party's cultivation level, and I even thought about taking him as my disciple..."
"What?!"
Before he could finish his words, Qingxuan, who was sitting there, jumped up in shock when he heard the words "accept me as a disciple" and almost yelled, showing no trace of his usual calm demeanor.
The sound spread throughout the entire mountain, and countless disciples looked up with puzzled expressions.
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