C384 Immortal
C384 Immortal
On the top of the green mountain, there were numerous lofty Taoist temples. There were magnificent buildings that towered into the clouds, giving off a majestic aura.
In the eyes of many villagers nearby, these green mountains were not filled with ordinary Martial Cultivator, but Immortals. These Immortals did not walk on the road on the ground, but they rode the clouds and fog, and it was as if they had entered into the sea, as if they had nothing.
However, if it were some knowledgeable Martial Cultivator, they would know that there were no Immortals on the green mountains, but there was a transcendent power, the Longevity Temple.
No one knew when the Longevity Temple was built, and no one knew how many people there were. However, everyone had a common understanding. The Longevity Temple was unfathomable.
It was said that there was an old immortal who had lived for hundreds of years in the Longevity Temple. There was a villager who had seen this old immortal in the past five or six generations. He was amazed, and from then on, he had become even more respectful towards the Longevity Temple.
Therefore, many people in the vicinity would send them to the Longevity Temple when their children were still young. They hoped that an immortal would take their children as his disciples, so that their family's disciples could live a long life and become powerful.
However, the recruitment of disciples in the Longevity Temple was extremely strict, unless the Soul Talent was extremely high. Otherwise, they wouldn't accept disciples. Furthermore, even if one entered the Longevity Temple, if one's talent was not high enough, they would not be favored by any strong cultivators. He could only do some chores in the Longevity Temple and practice some superficial Martial Technique.
However, even if one became a servant in the Longevity Temple, to many families... It's a great honor. In the eyes of the people, the Longevity Temple was no weaker than the five major powers in the inner city of Tianfeng City. Therefore, some of the young disciples of the Longevity Temple were facing outsiders. They're all full of pride.
At this moment, a figure dressed in white stepped onto the mountain range that was like an immortal realm. The light of divine patterns flickered beneath his feet as he shuttled through the mountain forest, appearing extremely nimble and nimble.
Not long after, the figure dressed in white stopped in his tracks. He looked at the few paths that appeared before him, and felt somewhat troubled. He didn't know where to go.
While he was hesitating, Han Feng's gaze shifted to a nearby area. A woodcutter was slowly walking over, carrying a bundle of firewood that had just been chopped off on his shoulder as he walked towards the direction of the foot of the mountain.
Although martial artists released their spiritual energy and had endless power. They could easily gather the power of fire and burn everything, but for ordinary people... They still need to chop firewood to hold their homes. After all, their cultivation base was relatively low, and most of them could only stop at the Spiritual Martial Stage for the rest of their lives. Their lives were still trivial chores.
Seeing the arrival of the woodcutter, Han Feng's figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of the woodcutter. When the woodcutter saw Han Feng's sudden appearance, he was surprised and stammered, "Are... are you an immortal from the Longevity Temple?"
"Immortal?" Han Feng smiled faintly and shook his head, "I'm not an immortal, nor am I from the Longevity Temple. On the contrary, I'm looking for the whereabouts of the Longevity Temple. Please tell me about it, big brother."
"Oh, I see." The woodcutter saw Han Feng's polite manner. It was indeed different from the usual god 's favored of the young men from the Longevity Temple. There was less arrogance in his tone, making him look very approachable.
"Big brother, please guide me in the direction of the Longevity Temple." Han Feng pointed at the few paths that led up the mountain. He smiled helplessly. Unless he could fly and look down at the world, he really didn't know how to get up the mountain.
"You also want to be a disciple of the Longevity Temple, right?" When the woodcutter heard Han Feng say that he wasn't a disciple of the Longevity Temple, his tone became more relaxed. He smiled and said, "Our village has a child who was chosen by the Immortals of the Longevity Temple two years ago. I brought him here. When the Longevity Temple was cultivating, they came back to visit their parents a few days ago. His cultivation base had already reached the High Level of the Spiritual Martial Stage, and his future achievements were limitless. If you join the Longevity Temple, you will also have a great fortune."
After talking for a long time, the woodcutter realized that he still hadn't solved Han Feng's problem. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "Look, these few paths can actually lead to the Longevity Temple. However, some of them are far and some of them are close. Some of them lead directly to the Taoist temple on this mountain peak. Some of them are connected to the Taoist temples on other mountain peaks. It depends on which Taoist temple you want to go to."
"Are there so many Daoist temples in Longevity Temple?" Han Feng initially thought that all the Daoist temples in Longevity Temple were gathered in one place. But now, he realized that every Daoist temple was separated. He had no idea where Daoist Jiuqing's Daoist temple was located.
"The Longevity Temple is huge. It covers a wide area and is located in the endless green mountains. Putting aside the fact that each of the ten great Daoist masters has a Daoist temple, there are also many old Immortals who have their own Daoist temples. " The woodcutter explained enthusiastically.
Han Feng nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Does big brother know which Daoist temple Jiuqing is in?"
"This..." The woodcutter's face turned red. He had exaggerated a lot earlier, but he didn't know which immortals there were.
"The Jiuqing you are talking about should be one of the ten great true immortals, but these immortals rarely show their faces. I don't know all of them, and I don't even know where they live. " The woodcutter smiled embarrassedly, and Han Feng also smiled when he saw the woodcutter's honest and honest look. Although this woodcutter spoke a bit more, he was still quite cute.
"It doesn't matter. According to what you said, I should be able to find a Daoist temple on this path. Am I right?" Han Feng asked.
The woodcutter nodded, "From here, there's an immortal. It's just that this immortal doesn't have a good temper, but if you're talented, he'll probably let you join his sect."
"Thank you for your guidance, big brother. I'll go up the mountain now." Han Feng said goodbye to the woodcutter, who then turned around. Han Feng's figure disappeared from where he stood and reappeared a moment later. He was already several Zhang away, and his speed was beyond his imagination.
"My goodness! This young man is so powerful! He's even faster than some of the Longevity Temple's Immortal disciples!" The woodcutter was dumbfounded as he watched Han Feng leave...
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Han Feng finally arrived in front of an elegant Taoist temple. He saw a few big and vigorous words written on the plaque in front of the door.
"Longevity Temple, Fifth Ling."
"Among the ten great Spiritual Masters, Jiuqing is ranked ninth, which is why his name is' Jiuqing '. This Fifth Ling should be the Fifth Spiritual Master, Fifth Ling." Han Feng's figure flickered as he arrived in front of the Five Ling Daoist Temple.
"Stop right there!" Seeing Han Feng's sudden arrival, the disciple guarding the temple shouted. Sharp swords whistled out and turned into an attack sword formation, blocking Han Feng.
Han Feng knew that he had acted recklessly, so he immediately cupped his fists and said, "I am Han Feng. I have an old relationship with Venerable Jiuqing from your temple. After passing through this place, I would like to know where Venerable Jiuqing lives. Please tell me the truth."
"Your age, can you have an old relationship with the Nine Martial Uncles?" One of the disciples sneered. A sharp sword intent burst out from his body, as if there was a sword light sweeping out. His words were a little ridiculous.
"I have a token." After saying that, Han Feng threw out the token that Jiuqing had given him that day. When it landed in the disciple's hand, the disciple only took a brief look at the token. He could not help but laugh, "I thought that they were really old friends of the Nine Martial Uncles. It is unexpected that they are only in-name disciples. They are not even official disciples, yet they dare to come here and act impudently. Quickly scram back. "
"I can leave now, but please tell me where Daoist Jiuqing's Daoist Temple is." Han Feng's voice became colder. These disciples of the Longevity Temple seemed to be looking down on them.
"You are a disciple of the Nine Martial Uncles, how can you not know about his Daoist temple? I think you are just an impostor, or you are trying to scam me. If you don't leave now, I'll take your dog life immediately. " The sword intent on the disciple's body became stronger and stronger, crushing towards Han Feng. He wanted to force Han Feng to leave.
Han Feng's expression turned serious. A terrifying sword intent was unleashed from his body as well. In an instant, a storm of sword intent swept across. The opponent's sword intent couldn't do anything to him.
This scene made the disciple's expression turn ugly. He felt that he had lost some face. They were the 'Immortals' of the Longevity Temple, and they couldn't do anything to a mortal ant. This caused them to feel a trace of displeasure.
"Take him down." The guarding disciple immediately shouted. The remaining disciples immediately surrounded Han Feng.
Han Feng's eyes shot out like a sharp sword. Devil intent and sword intent converged on his body and surged crazily. These disciples really thought of him as an "immortal," and they were insufferably arrogant.
"This person pretended to be a disciple of the Nine Martial Uncles and trespassed into our Wu Ling Daoist Temple. He spoke rudely. For the sake of the Longevity Temple, we must take him down." The disciple who was guarding the temple said slowly, looking down on them. He looked at Han Feng.
Han Feng's eyes swept across the group of disciples. The lowest cultivation base among them was at the Earth Energy Stage Level Two, and the one who spoke was at the Earth Energy Stage Level Three. Since he was able to guard the temple, his cultivation base naturally wouldn't be too weak.
Sharp swords roared furiously as they lunged at Han Feng. Han Feng's palm trembled, and the Devil Dao Palm swept out. In just a few moments, it shattered the sharp swords and struck one of the disciples.
The disciple had no time to dodge. He was struck by Han Feng's Devil Palm Print. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the side.
"So it's a Devil Cultivator. Looks like it's even more suspicious now." The disciple said in a cold voice. He took a step forward and unleashed a continuous stream of palm energy. A thick and powerful Qi bloomed like a transparent righteous energy. It crashed onto Han Feng's body.
Han Feng's Devil Palm Print struck out once again, and shattered this overwhelming Vital Energy. His figure flashed, and in an instant, he appeared in front of one of the men. With his palm, the man's shoulder was under his control. He felt weak and powerless all over. After that, Han Feng's palm struck out a terrifying devil light, sending the man flying.
After that, Han Feng went to another disciple and used the same method to make the disciple lose his combat strength.
The same thing happened to the other disciples. Before they could react, they were knocked down to the ground by Han Feng with incredible speed.
Finally, Han Feng arrived in front of the disciple. He raised his palm and saw a trace of fear in the disciple's eyes. Han Feng's hand continued to slap down.
"You all really think you're immortals?"