Chapter 302 Floating Cloud View
The old Taoist priest was short and fat, only five feet tall and probably weighed no more than two hundred kilograms.
His face was full of wrinkles, as if he had experienced countless wind, frost, rain and snow.
The short, fat old Taoist wore a shabby gray Taoist robe. From the open lapel, you could see a simple Bagua jade pendant hanging on his chest. His snow-white beard swayed rhythmically with his gait.
The short and fat old Taoist walked out of Fuyun Temple and stared deeply at the direction where the young man in green robe Jing Lingzi disappeared. There was a rare hint of worry in his pair of shining eyes.
The next moment, the short, fat old Taoist turned his eyes and suddenly saw Yang Gan's presence, and was immediately startled.
‘Who is this person? I had no idea just now. ’ The short, fat old Taoist felt a chill in his heart. He subconsciously turned his head and glanced in the direction where the green-robed young man disappeared. There was nothing there except a few lush ancient trees.
Then, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the young man in black robe in front of him. A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He didn't have any magic power at all.
Could it be a body refiner?
The attire doesn't look very similar.
This young man in black robe gave him a somewhat different feeling, as if he was not an ordinary person.
Just when he was puzzled, he saw the person opposite suddenly raised his head and looked directly at him.
In an instant, the short, fat old man's breath was suffocated, and he felt that the other party's eyes seemed to penetrate his heart, as if he could see everything about him.
With a shiver in his heart, the short and fat old Taoist took a deep breath. He thought of the ancestor of the sect who was in the temple, and a feeling of peace of mind arose from the bottom of his heart.
In addition, this place is located in Qianglang City and has a large city defense formation. He felt a little relieved and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why do you come to Fuyun Temple?"
Yang Qian smiled and said, "This is the Floating Cloud Temple. I wonder if fellow Taoist Cassia Mingzi is in the temple?"
The voice is deep and magnetic, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.
When the short and fat old man heard this, his eyes suddenly shrank, his eyes flashed, and the fat on his face trembled involuntarily with his surprise. Then he stared solemnly at the person in front of him, and replied in surprise: "Your Excellency and I The ancestors of Fuyunguan are equal to each other, could it be the same?"
His heart was filled with turmoil, and he secretly speculated that this person was probably on the same level as the ancestor in Fuyun Temple.
Before he finished speaking, Yang Qian nodded with a smile, slightly revealing the majestic pressure of a Nascent Soul Stage monk, which shocked the old Taoist priest in front of him who only had the cultivation of the late Foundation Establishment Stage. .
The short, fat old Taoist priest was just a monk in the late stage of foundation building. He could not withstand Yang Gan's terrifying spiritual pressure. Even if it was just a trace, he still felt short of breath, his skin was stiff, his pores were subconsciously tightened, and cold sweat ran down his back. Back flow.
‘This kind of pressure makes me feel as terrifying as my ancestor! ’ The short, fat old man swallowed his saliva.
Fortunately, Yang Qian's momentum was leaked for a moment and then he took it back.
But immediately, the short and fat old man gave up his guard with a look of relief on his face, took a deep breath, stepped forward half-step, and saluted Yang Qian respectfully:
"Junior Fang Mingzi has met my senior. Senior is here at the Taoist temple. Please move inside the temple. Junior will go and report to the ancestor of Cassia Mingzi."
With that said, Fang Mingzi, a short and fat veteran, bowed and led the way. He was short and fat, and he walked like a meat ball rolling.
Yang Qian still had a smile on his face and followed him in without looking away. That familiar smile hung on his face, and his seemingly casual gaze was like a sharp sword, staring straight ahead.
Every step he took was as precise as a ruler. No matter where and when, his steps never faltered.
Just when he crossed the gate of "Floating Cloud Temple", Yang Qian paused slightly, glanced at the place where the young man in green robe Jing Lingzi had just left, and then walked in without hesitation. Zhiqua——
The door of Fuyun Temple made a gentle creaking sound in the breeze and slowly closed.
From the direction where Yang Gan glanced just now, behind a few lush ancient trees, a figure slowly revealed half of his figure. It was Jing Lingzi, the young man in green robe who had left before.
At this time, Jing Lingzi's face suddenly changed, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
"He turned out to be an expert in the Nascent Soul stage. He is not at the same level as the ancestors in the sect. How could he come to Fuyun Temple? Unfortunately, the ancestors in the sect, how can I, Wuhai Temple, interact with Fuyun Temple in the future? Let's compare." Jing Lingzi's expression changed several times, he gritted his teeth, and in the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared on the stone steps.
Inside the Floating Cloud Temple.
The green smoke curls up and the scenery is pleasant.
Yang Gan's footsteps fell on the stone slab, and he could almost hear the echo.
He followed the short and fat old man Fang Mingzi, looming in the diffuse smoke.
‘Tingqing Cloud Barrier Array actually arranged this kind of warning and masking array in the Taoist temple. ’ Yang Qian’s heart moved, and he recognized the formation arranged in Fuyun Temple in just a moment, and his eyes showed thinking.
After passing through the small courtyard, Fang Mingzi stopped in front of a large hall.
Yang Qian narrowed his eyes and saw the three-story attic in front of him. There is no such building in ordinary Taoist temples.
Floating Cloud Palace.
The name was simple and clear.
The first floor of the attic is quite large, measuring thirty to forty feet in length and width. There are five or six handsome Qi-refining stage disciples sitting cross-legged and meditating. There are also two or three people who are packing up some things on the surrounding shelves and pointing. talking.
As soon as Yang Qian and Fang Mingzi entered the main hall, the disciples in the Qi Refining Stage immediately saluted respectfully. However, while they were saluting, they couldn't help but glance at Yang Qian secretly, with curiosity in their eyes.
When Fang Mingzi saw this, he coughed slightly and signaled everyone to continue practicing.
That powerful voice echoed in the hall, making all the Qi Refining disciples wake up from a dream, and dispersed in silence, continuing to practice.
But most people are still itching and looking secretly.
Yang Qian saw the curious eyes of these Qi Refining Stage disciples and smiled slightly, as if he saw himself when he first entered the world of immortal cultivation, but with his current status and cultivation level, he naturally would not explain it.
The two walked through the crowd and stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor. Although there were only a few dozen steps, they were winding.
The strange thing is that the second floor is a wide hall. Although the light is brighter, there is no one there.
The entire second floor is surrounded by bookshelves in all directions. These bookshelves are tall, short, wide, and narrow, and various classics and bamboo slips are placed among them.
Yang Qian gently raised his eyelids, glanced around, and found that these classics were ancient and modern, some of the papers were yellowed, and some were as new as ever.
Fang Mingzi went straight to the third floor without stopping.
The third floor of Fuyun Palace is not big, but it is more elegant and unique.
(End of chapter)