The Path to Immortality Begins with the Life-Extending Lamp

Chapter 142 Master Lin Yuan and Young Master Li

Linyuan Immortal Peak.

"Brother Hetong, all the items ordered this month have been delivered according to the list."

All the materials used on Lin Yuan Immortal Peak were originally provided by the Outer Academy and the Alchemy and Weapon Academy, and were delivered to the Immortal Peak on the first day of each month according to the requirements of the main peak.

At this time, the Outer Courtyard's External Affairs Hall and the Alchemy and Weaponry Hall also delivered Dao materials to the door. Several Dao disciples loudly bowed to the Dao boy who was drooling and dozing off at the entrance of the Immortal Peak, startling the boy awake.

The crane children on the main peak are the real white crane children.

The crane possesses a pure and innocent spirit. It was enlightened by the patriarch and enshrined in the mountain gate as a sweeping boy!
At this moment, the boy was awakened by outsiders. He showed no shame at being caught. He immediately got into character, coughed twice, and pretended to pull open the bamboo door in a few steps, casting his gaze over.

Upon seeing these familiar faces, the boy immediately understood what was going on. He cleared his throat and began to speak:

"Oh, this is what that venerable master from the Southwest Deep Pavilion wanted."

"Hmm... let's go together, you all come with me!"

The two academies filled four mustard seed pouches to the brim with spiritual materials, worth approximately 1.2 to 1.3 million. It's unclear which Purple Mansion Daoist was so generous.

However, they still had to go and ask for the money themselves!
With the boy leading the way, the Taoist disciples followed with their hands clasped. They went around the winding "Gourd Vine of Heaven" on the mountain and saw that there were still about a dozen green gourds ripening on the vine. Presumably, there would soon be another batch of storage gourds in the mountain gate!

This gourd, imbued with the essence of the Dao, possesses its own naturally formed inner world—an inner world so powerful that it is difficult to damage even in the most intense battles using various Daoist techniques. Such a fine auxiliary magical artifact has attracted numerous Daoists from other immortal sects who have come seeking it…

After arriving at the Immortal Peak, this was the first time the Daoist disciples had come here. They glanced at the palaces and pavilions around them, which were not magnificent and were quite quiet.

The group had just entered the Tiannan Main Hall when they bumped into a headmaster, which immediately caused the man to frown.

What are these little guys doing here at the temple?
At the summit of Lin Yuan Immortal Peak lies the original Tian Nan Temple, before the five academies were divided. Now, only numerous Purple Mansion Daoists and true disciples can freely enter and exit; for Lin Yuan Mountain, it is an extremely sacred place!

"He Jiu, what are you doing bringing people into the main body?"

"But what instructions did the Patriarch give?"

The purple-robed judge of the Court of Law dismissed the six men and asked them a question.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, it was Venerable Li in the Deep Pavilion who issued the decree, ordering the Foreign Affairs Offices of the two academies to gather some spiritual materials to bring into the palace to raise soldiers and spirit beasts..."

He Tong turned around, bowed to the head of the Purple Mansion Courtyard, and immediately gave a clear explanation.

Seeing the man in the courtyard frowning in thought, the boy wanted to wait for further instructions, but the Taoist waved his hand, dismissing them.

The one in the deep pavilion is said to be the third-ranked disciple in the temple's hierarchy. Now that he has received personal instruction from the patriarch for a year, he probably has an important mission to be entrusted to him.

The Tiannan Temple, which has continued to this day, is also ordered according to the lineage of the Daoist sect. Those who belong to a particular lineage are not necessarily high-ranking and powerful head Daoist priests, but they are certainly among the people in the temple who eagerly contribute resources to the temple!

The first in line of the Daoist lineage is Chen Jin, a third-generation disciple who has served as the abbot for over sixty years.

The second seat of the Daoist lineage, and also a third-generation disciple, is the Dingshan Daoist who is skilled in the art of summoning and raising spirits.

This third seat has been the subject of much debate, involving Bai Qingye, a fourth-generation disciple... a third-generation disciple and head of the Law Enforcement Academy...

But if it's this one...

The "Ghost Prince," who was attacked and lost control in Liuhuangzhou during the Qi Refining stage, causing the death of the White Bone Dao elder and affecting 20,000 people, has now returned in the form of the Purple Mansion... The Daoists in the temple are generally convinced!
Looking at the Daoist disciples looking back, this Purple Mansion hesitated for a long time, but still did not dare to approach Daoist Li. After struggling for a while, he returned to the Law Enforcement Court in a sullen mood.

He Tong and his group of six or seven people took a path from the purple bamboo forest on the south side, walked around the main gate for nearly the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and finally entered a small garden.

Such a secluded place truly lives up to its name, Deep Pavilion.

"Is the Master here? Is the Master here?" "The spiritual materials you requested have arrived!"

The crane boy stood before the fence, which was practically useless, and could only obediently ring the clear bell under the eaves, not daring to overstep it in the slightest.

After waiting for only a few breaths, the lattice window of the small building creaked open, and a very beautiful woman walked gracefully in, her sleeves fluttering slightly, and opened the bamboo fence gate that was no more than waist-high.

The woman was dressed in plain clothes, with phoenix eyes, eyebrows drawn with black ink, and lips tinged with blood. She exuded an aura of Taoist elegance, and her eyes seemed to hold layers of mountains, clouds, mist, and seas. A single glance from her would make one feel dizzy.

This is Master Zifu!

At the same time, all the Taoist disciples had a sudden realization.

Just as they were about to bow and pay their respects to the abbot, the woman suddenly spoke up.

"Master... is waiting for you inside."

With her flowing sleeves, Linglong opened the courtyard gate and immediately gestured for everyone to follow her into the courtyard to meet the master.

Isn't this the Venerable Master?
Zhu Dao was startled, but still obediently followed.

However, just as they entered the front courtyard, this exquisite and arrogant lady suddenly raised an eyebrow, and her flawless beauty, like that of a mural, suddenly moved closer to a Taoist disciple behind her, curiously staring at the female Taoist priest.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?"

The woman's sudden question made Ma Daotu of the External Affairs Hall's heart leap, and his breath seemed to freeze.

How could she not recognize this person?
The "evil spirit" under Senior Brother Li who entrusted her to pick up the person in Tiannan Prefecture that day looked almost exactly like this one!
Could it be related to this person that Senior Brother Ke Li has been missing for a long time?
Countless guesses flashed through Ma Daotu's mind in an instant, but in the end he had nothing to say.

Seeing that the young Taoist was ashen-faced with fright, Linglong didn't say anything more. With a hint of surprise and doubt, she led the group into the deep pavilion.

Perhaps the master knows the inside story?

After experiencing two spells and three ghostly encounters, Linglong Chang was completely subdued after the upheaval in the Netherworld, and her respect for her master became somewhat blind.

In the backyard, there was a lotus pond, with pavilions and waterside terraces winding through it. The group carefully passed through the winding waterside terraces and just as they approached the octagonal pavilion in the center, they saw two figures standing in the pavilion.

The elder among them wore a black robe, had a flowing silver beard, pointed one finger to the sky, and put the other hand behind his back. Anyone who glanced at him would feel that he was not of this mortal realm.

A clear, hearty laugh rang out, seemingly mocking the heavens for being false, but saying that my way is the true truth.

"Ancestor!"

Who would have thought they would meet the Patriarch here? They immediately bowed and offered their praise.

At that moment, the two figures turned around under some pretext.

The young Taoist priest, dressed in a seven-star crown and cloud-patterned robe, held a bunch of lotus pods in his palm. He leaned against a corner of the pavilion, picked out the lotus seeds, and threw them into the mouth of the huge six-crowned dragon outside the pavilion.

Upon hearing the newcomer's words, the young Taoist priest turned to the side. He had striking features, but his delicate appearance added a touch of melancholy to his face...

Leaning lightly against the octagonal pavilion, she laughs, peeling lotus seeds to tease the candle dragon.

This is the person who ordered the two academies to provide tribute materials!

"Li, Senior Brother Li?"

"You...you're back!"

(End of this chapter)