Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

"This……"

The two of them were still a little reluctant to let go.

Upon hearing the old Taoist's words, a look of anticipation appeared on his face.

Since the beginning, from Fangjia Mountain to Qingcheng Mountain, both Yang Fang and Kunlun were meditating and practicing almost all the time along the way.

I just want to push the door and enter the country as soon as possible.

However, martial arts is like climbing a mountain, which requires practice step by step. Only with sufficient accumulation can one achieve great success. This is the origin of the saying "month stick, year sword, lifetime gun".

Not to mention practicing Taoism.

Kung Fu, physique, talent, enlightenment, and opportunity are all essential.

Both the White Ape and the Red Girl were lucky enough that everything went smoothly without too many obstacles.

But things were not so smooth for Partridge Whistle, Hua Ling and the old foreigner. Over the years, they have been searching everywhere for Taoist inheritance, trying to break through the realm and suppress the ghost curse.

To be precise, it is the Zagrama clan.

after all.

Apart from the Zhuchen Pearl, the only solution that can be thought of is to practice Taoism.

But how could this matter be that simple?
At least before entering Pingshan, no one in the Zagrama clan had ever succeeded. The most they inherited was the secret art of tomb robbing, which had nothing to do with the ancient Taoist methods.

If it weren't for that one red mercury pill, he would have broken the shackles, condensed his Tao foundation, and drawn in the Qi to practice.

Even someone with extraordinary talent like Partridge Whistle would probably find it difficult to enter the country so far.

now……

A cup of spiritual tea can attract the gathering of energy, which is a great opportunity for the two of them.

"Since the old master has given the order."

"Don't hesitate, both of you. Go upstairs quickly, enter meditation and practice, and try to pass the Qi Refining Stage in one go."

He saw the two men's eyes falling on him.

Obviously asking for his own opinion.

How could Chen Yulou delay them? He nodded immediately and smiled gently.

"Yes."

"Thank you, Master Xingya!"

Hear this.

Kunlun and Yang Fang stood up together, clasped their hands together, and bowed to the Taoist master Xingya.

Such a blessed place.

If ordinary people want to practice cultivation, they must at least become a disciple of Jianfu Palace, receive the precepts, become a Huangguan, or even enter the inner sect before they have a chance.

now.

It was only their first visit to the mountain and they came uninvited.

Not being chased off the mountain or refused entry by the old master was already considered polite.

What’s more, it is a precious place to make breakthroughs in cultivation.

Apart from anything else, even that pot of Queshe Taoist tea is not something that ordinary people can drink.

For hundreds of years, it has been used as a royal tribute.

Even the Taoists in the mountains may not be able to drink it once a year.

One can imagine how polite Master Xingya is.

Definitely worthy of their respect.

"Alright, alright, it's just a bowl of tea, please don't flatter me."

Seeing the two of them so serious.

Taoist Xingya couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, then stretched out his hand to give him a helping hand.

See this.

Chen Yulou stood up.

He grabbed both men by the shoulders, pulled them up, and gave them gentle instructions.

"Okay, now that the old master has spoken, you two should go quickly and don't waste the opportunity."

As he walked along, he knew how rare such an opportunity was, like the moon in a well, fleeting. If he didn't grab it quickly, it might vanish in the next moment.

"it is good."

Hear the words.

The two of them didn't delay any longer.

He walked up the stairs, thump thump, straight to the second floor.

This wooden building was built against the mountain, hidden among the ancient pines and green cliffs. Kunlun walked briskly, bending over carefully for fear of stepping on the floor.

But what surprised him was.

Enter the second floor.

What I saw was not the compartment I had imagined, but a stone staircase leading to a cave in the mountains. Two stone lamps stood on the left and right outside the cave, with dim lights.

Inside the cave, there is a natural glow, and there is also the faint sound of gurgling waterfalls and sweet springs.

Seeing this scene, the two couldn't help but look at each other.

The scene that emerged in their minds was when Chen Yulou explained to them the levels of cave dwellings on the way to Mount Zhongnan that day. There were three grades in total: upper, middle and lower. The upper grade one was almost identical to the one in front of them.

"Brother Kunlun, do we want to go in or just stay outside the cave?"

Yang Fang felt dizzy and felt that there were strange visions flowing in the depths of the cave. He could not help but want to take a step into it, but after all, it was on the territory of someone else's sect, so he suppressed the impulse.

He turned his head and glanced at Kunlun beside him.

After all, Kunlun has followed Manager Chen for many years, so his vision and knowledge should be far superior to mine.

So, let him make the decision, at least he won’t make a mistake.

"Enter!"

With a grit of his teeth, Kunlun walked straight into the cave.

Since the old master agreed to let them go upstairs, and upstairs was the cave, they naturally had to go through this door.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Yang Fang nodded.

The two walked one after the other through the stone gate. The space inside the cave was extremely large, even divided into inside and outside. Stone smoke was like clouds, slowly flowing down from the cracks in the cliff.

There is a spring on the ground.

crystal clear.

The spring water flows gently.

It is extremely similar to the one at the foot of Longling Mountain.

After passing the spring, there is rainbow light everywhere, illuminating an ancient cave. Stone tables and chairs, as well as shrines and sandalwood can be vaguely seen.

When the two of them saw it, they immediately understood.

That place should be where Taoist Xingya usually practices.

Kunlun didn't dare to interrupt and pointed to the spring on the ground, "Just meditate here."

"It's always better not to push your luck."

"Okay, Brother Kunlun, I think so too."

Yang Fang nodded.

The ancient cave is filled with clear air and rich spiritual energy. It is definitely a rare place for cultivation in the world. But after all, it belongs to a real person, so one should not act rashly.

The spiritual energy around the spring is equally amazing.

It is enough to just break through the Qi Refining Level and cross the Small Dragon Gate.

Don't dare to delay at all.

The two of them sat cross-legged across the spring.

Place one hand on your lower abdomen and the other hand with the palm facing up. Hold your breath and slowly close your eyes.

gradually……

Inside the cave outside their bodies, a rich spiritual energy, as if it were alive, gradually gathered above their heads.

"call--"

Seeing this scene, Chen Yulou, who was holding a teacup at the coffee table downstairs, couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

A ray of spiritual consciousness followed the two people up.

He also saw the ancient cave.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be the place where Ning Fengzi practiced Taoism in the past.

It is no wonder that Jianfu Palace has been able to stand firm and continue its inheritance for thousands of years. As long as the ancient cave is guarded, there will always be someone among the younger generation who can stand out.

Turn the tide before it falls, and support the building before it collapses.

War, destruction by military force, banditry, natural disasters, mountain torrents, these are nothing.

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

Chen Yulou suppressed his thoughts, held the teacup and took another sip. Queshe said that tea was no longer of much benefit to him, but it was better than nothing.

But the old foreigners are different.

He had just entered the Qi-nourishing stage.

This cup of Queshe Ling Tea is almost equivalent to the results of several days of hard practice.

At this moment, he was reluctant to waste it at all, so he took small sips, closing his eyes from time to time, and refining it bit by bit.

As for the partridge whistle.

It was also the first time I encountered spiritual tea.

Although it is also of little benefit, it is a gift from my predecessor after all, and I am savoring it in small sips now.

His eyes swept over the two of them.

A thought suddenly emerged in Chen Yulou's mind. He had mastered the Qingmu Changsheng Gong, but had never tried the "spiritual plant" technique.

If I can find a tea seedling, bring it back to Xiangyin.

It just so happened that he had been planning to open up a cave on Junshan Island in Dongting Lake after he returned, and plant a few Taoist tea plants in it. When a great monk came to visit the mountain, he would at least have something to entertain the guest.

You can't...

Everyone who comes here should drink a pot of strong wine, right?

As this thought came to Chen Yulou, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed appropriate.

However, before he could figure out how to speak to Taoist Xingya, a gentle voice was heard.

"I don't know why you came to Qingcheng Mountain, Fellow Daoist Chen?"

Hear the words.

Chen Yulou couldn't help showing a hint of apology on his face.

It is really embarrassing that the visitor who comes to pay a visit comes with nothing.

"Speak to the real person."

"We came here to find a Taoist priest in the mountains."

"Xuan Zhen?"

Hear this Dao name.

A hint of surprise flashed across Taoist Xingya's face.

He had been in the mountains for many years, so he naturally knew who Xuan Zhen was. He was the last disciple of the Tianshi Dao. Although he went up the mountain in his middle age, he had extraordinary aptitude and was noticed by the previous generation of the Tianshi Dao's headmaster and accepted as his disciple.

"Yes."

Chen Yulou didn't hide it either.

However, Feng Sibei's identity before he became a monk was deliberately concealed.

He only said that he had met him once many years ago, and heard that he had gone to Qingcheng Mountain to practice Taoism. This time he happened to be passing by the foot of the mountain, so he thought of going up the mountain to see him.

"Does the old master know him?"

Hearing the meaning behind his words, Chen Yulou raised his eyebrows slightly.

The brothers of Partridge Whistle, who had been silent on the side, now raised their heads, with serious expressions and inquiring eyes.

"Of course I know."

"There are a number of Taoists in the mountains. Although Xuan Zhen's realm is not high, he has read the Taoist canon and has a deep understanding of ancient Taoist scriptures."

"I have also sat and discussed with him and benefited a lot from it!"

Taoist Xingya nodded.

His words were obviously a bit too modest.

As the headmaster of Jianfu Palace, he has been practicing in the mountains since he was a few years old. It has been more than sixty years now, and no one in the entire Qingcheng Mountain can compare to him.

His deep understanding of the ancient Taoist methods is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

No matter how talented Feng Sibei is, the years of practice he has put in are there.

What's more, he also said that Taoist Xuanzhen's realm is not high, he may just be at the Qi Refining level, and it would be difficult for him to even build a foundation.

Once the foundation of Taoism is established, it is equivalent to detaching from the mundane world and being called a Taoist.

Only when you condense the golden elixir can you become a true person.

As for those who are in the Nascent Soul stage, they are great immortals.

However, although Chen Yulou's realm is high, he can only be regarded as a junior in the cultivation world. Anyone who has established a foundation is called a true immortal, and those who have touched the threshold of the golden elixir are called great true immortals.

In fact, it means to give a thumbs up.

"It seems that when I meet him, I must ask for his advice."

Nod.

Chen Yulou agreed with a smile.

"However, Xuan Zhen has occasionally come down the mountain in recent years. I don't know whether he is still on the mountain now."

Taoist Xingya seemed to have thought of something and suddenly spoke.

When he spoke of this, there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

In his opinion, Feng Sibei's talent is there. If he can calm down and focus on practicing, his achievements in the future may not be worse than his.

But he goes down the mountain every year and stays outside the mountain for several months at a time.

What a waste of time.

However, after hearing this, Chen Yulou immediately understood.

Feng Sibei went down the mountain, naturally, to find the location of the Earth Immortal Village.

That has been the obsession of their lineage for hundreds of years. Generation after generation has been determined to find the Earth Immortal Village. Otherwise, if one day Feng Shigu really becomes a corpse immortal, the world will be in disaster.

Of course, this matter cannot be told easily.

Chen Yulou smiled and responded vaguely.

"Perhaps, coming down from the mountain and entering the world is also a form of spiritual practice."

"Too……"

Taoist Xingya was slightly startled.

In the past, he might have shrugged off such remarks.

In this turbulent world with all the hustle and bustle of the mundane world, how can it be as useful as practicing in a quiet place in the mountains?
But the people in front of him looked exhausted, obviously they had been traveling for many years, but it did not affect their high realms at all.

Especially this fellow Daoist Chen.

Although he was young, his aura was unfathomable, and even he couldn't tell its depth.

He has already condensed the pill into shape, and he is only one step away from smelting the golden pill in his Qi Hai Dan Tian. If even he can't see it clearly, then there is only one possibility.

Chen Yulou is at least a great cultivator at the Jindan level.

There is certainly some truth in what he said.

"Would you like me to call on my disciples to go to the Tianshi Cave first to take a look, so as to save you fellow Taoists from making a wasted trip?"

"No need to bother."

Chen Yulou waved his hands repeatedly.

This place is half a mountain away from Tianshi Cave. A round trip will take at least two or three hours.

"We have nothing to do."

"Just treat it as a scenic view along the way."

Chen Yulou was not worried about whether Feng Sibei was in the mountain.

It’s best to see you.

If you really want to go back to Wushan Coffin Gorge, you can leave a letter there.

"By the way, Old Master, Chen has a favor to ask of you."

Without dwelling on this matter for too long, Chen Yulou changed the subject and took the initiative to speak.

"Fellow Daoist Chen speaks frankly."

"Chen has long heard that the five kinds of Taoist tea, namely, Sparrow Tongue, Piece Armor, and Cicada Wing, are famous all over the world. I wonder..."

Hearing this, the old Taoist Xingya stroked his beard and smiled.

He stood up, took out the porcelain jar from the cabinet behind him, and placed it directly on the coffee table.

"It's just some wild camellia. If you like it, you can take it away."

"No no no..."

As soon as he saw his action, Chen Yulou knew that Taoist Xingya had misunderstood, and immediately pushed the porcelain jar back.

"Mr. Chen wants to ask for a few tea seeds or a tea tree seedling. Is that possible?"

"Tea species?"

Hearing his request, Taoist Xingya was stunned.

This was somewhat beyond his expectations.

"The tea is simple. There are several old trees growing on Shaping in the back mountain. On weekdays, my disciples pick them and then stir-fry them using the ancient method passed down from generation to generation."

"That's right... it takes decades for tea trees to be harvested. If we take them back to plant, it will take too long. Why don't you take some tea leaves back to taste slowly, Mr. Daoist Chen?"

Taoist Xingya persuaded seriously.

Those old tea trees, growing between the cliffs of Shaping Mountain, are at least several hundred years old.

It is passed on by word of mouth in the temple.

At least since the Tang and Song dynasties, there have been Taoists going there every year to pick tea and fry it.

Only the tips of the tea leaves from those ancient trees contain spiritual energy and can be called Taoist tea. The rest of the tea, although it tastes good, cannot be called spiritual objects after all.

"Thank you for letting me know."

"Chen just likes to grow grass and flowers in his spare time, but he doesn't really want to spend decades picking tea."

Chen Yulou shook his head and smiled.

"That's fine. Wait for me to ask my disciples. Maybe there are tea seeds collected in the temple. I can give you a few. If not, we can go to Shaping Mountain to dig a few seedlings in the morning. It's not difficult."

"Thank you, old master!"

Hear the words.

Chen Yulou knew that the matter was settled, like a stone had been lifted off the ground, and he could not help but bow and express his gratitude.

But, the words had just fallen.

An astonishing inspiration suddenly surged up from all around the outside of the mountain, like a rising tide.

Almost subconsciously.

Everyone in the building stood up and looked up at the second floor above their heads.

Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual energy, the changes were clearly coming from above.

"Is this... a breakthrough in Qi Refining?!" (End of this chapter)