Green mountains and clear waters, clouds and mists linger.

A Taoist temple is located in the mountains.

Mingyuan Taoist Temple.

A young Taoist priest poked his head out from the door and looked around, as if he was quite cautious. After a moment, he seemed to have not noticed anything, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It should be nothing in broad daylight."

The young Taoist priest slowly opened the door, carried two buckets, walked out of the Taoist temple gate, and walked along the stone steps.

Not long after, I arrived at the edge of the stream.

The water flows clear, and the water is cool.

The young Taoist priest washed his hands, held another handful of his face, and then waited for two breaths before holding one hand to his mouth and drank a sip of water. It was sweet and cool. Then he put the bucket into the stream and filled two buckets of water.

The two sections of the shoulder pole were wrapped around. The young Taoist priest stood in the center of the shoulder pole and slowly stood up. He pressed one hand on the front end of the shoulder pole and the other hand grabbed the rope behind it, and then he carried two buckets of water.

At this time, a slight hissing sound came into the ears.

The young Taoist priest was shocked. When he looked down, he saw a small blue snake. His pupils suddenly tightened, and he looked shocked. He fell one step back and fell to the ground.

The bucket and the shoulder pole were thrown into the stream, and a bang sounded, causing a splash of water.

The young Taoist priest picked up a stone and smashed it hard at the head of the green snake.

"May I scare you!"

After seven or eight consecutive strokes, the little green snake was killed. However, when he came to his senses, the two buckets and the shoulder poles had been taken away by the stream.

The stream is not in a hurry, and you can catch up, but this Taoist robe is bound to be washed again.

The young Taoist priest sighed and ran down the stream.

However, when he saw that he caught up, the two buckets of water were already placed on the shore smoothly.

There was a man standing next to the bucket, holding the shoulder pole, throwing it gently, smiling and saying, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

But I saw this man's handsome face, upright facial features, wearing a white long gown, surrounded by golden patterns, and had extraordinary demeanor, as if he was a god.

"Mr. Kiyohara?"

The young Taoist priest was stunned for a moment.

Qingyuan put the shoulder pole on the bucket and smiled and said, "Master Qi Ming, it's only been a while since I saw you, why have you become so cautious?"

When Qi Ming heard this, he coughed twice, as if he had lost face. He deliberately patted the hem of his clothes to relieve his embarrassment a little. Then he raised his head and asked, "Didn't Mr. Qingyuan go to Nanliang to do business?"

Qingyuan said: "After the matter is done, I will go back to Shu for a walk."

Qi Ming didn't know what he remembered, scratched his ears, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Mr. Qingyuan is here to find Mr. Yun Jing and Mr. Ge?"

Qingyuan Han nodded with a smile and said, "It can be said that, I wonder if they are still in the Taoist temple?"

Qi Ming shook his head and said, "On the day Mr. Qingyuan left, a girl came to Taoist temple, and Mr. Yun Jing and Mr. Ge and others followed the girl."

Qingyuan was a little surprised. He also knew that Mr. Yun Jing and Mr. Ge would not have lived in the Taoist temple for too long, but he did not expect to leave the Taoist temple on the day he left.

"That girl is very beautiful." Qi Ming couldn't help but smile a little and said, "She seems to have a surname Ge, and I remember that she was called Ge Guoer that day?"

"Ge Guoer?" Qingyuan muttered twice, then turned to ask, "Have Gu Cang been back?"

"Gu Cang?" Qi Ming shook his head and said, "No."

This answer was also expected by Qing Yuan. Gu Cang did not return to Mingyuan Taoist Temple, and most of them were still in Nanliang.

Kiyohara breathed a little and thought to herself, "Well, it's not a bad thing to sharpen outside."

Qi Ming looked at Qingyuan and seemed to be a little reluctant to speak.

Kiyohara remembered the abnormal traces of this young Taoist priest just now, and immediately frowned and asked, "What happened in the Taoist temple? Is that person in the well courtyard in chaos again?"

Qi Ming smiled bitterly and said, "That's true, but it's only half."

As he said that, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and said, "How did Mr. Kiyohara know about the Iyuan?"

"What are you nervous?" Qingyuan said with a smile: "When I was in the Taoist temple, the turbulent person in the Jingyuan was also aware of it. Later, I asked Mr. Yun Jing. But you two brothers seemed to mention it unintentionally, so I did not reveal it."

Qi Ming was young and seemed a little embarrassed and whispered: "This is a secret of this sect, and it is really hard to promote."

"The secrets of the sect are indeed difficult to publicize."

Qingyuan turned his head and looked at it, asking, "What's going on with you?"

Qi Ming scratched his head and said distressedly: "I don't know what to say. In short, Mr. Yun Jing and Mr. Ge are not here. If Mr. Qingyuan has nothing else to do, it would be better to leave the Taoist temple."

"It's not like the way to treat guests in Mingyuan Taoist Temple."

Kiyohara came up, patted his shoulder, and said, "Tell me, maybe I can help you."

Although Qingyuan was cautious in Muyang City when he was in Muyang City, it was only because it involved major figures from all sides, such as the realm of the realm of the realm of sects.

But in fact, since he is now in the superior realm of Taoism, many things in this world, as long as they do not involve the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the world, he is qualified to get involved.

As for those who have reached the realm of real people, they are already big figures from all walks of life.

Qi Ming glanced at him, quite suspicious.

Mr. Qingyuan lived in the Taoist temple for a while, and he also knew that Mr. Qingyuan was a practitioner of Taoism, but his Taoist practice was not very good. This time, the Taoist temple crisis was quite difficult even for the master. No matter how powerful Mr. Qingyuan was, he was afraid he would not be able to help.

"Mr. Kiyohara, you don't know what people are involved in here, so you speak like this." Qi Ming advised: "I think you'll leave."

Kiyohara smiled and said, "You should always say what kind of person you are so that you can scare me away."

"Master." Qi Ming swallowed and said, "A master who has broken through his personal limitations cannot be his opponent even if he is a great master of martial arts."

Kiyohara asked in contemplation: “How powerful is it?”

Qi Ming glanced at Qingyuan, with a strange color in his eyes: "That's the master! A master who is equivalent to the master! Do you know that the master is the best person, how can we practitioners who have shallow practice describe it?"

"You," Qingyuan walked by his side and said, "Follow me to enter the Taoist temple and ask your senior brother clearly."

Qi Ming quickly reached out and wanted to hold him, but he didn't pull him. He stood there and looked at the two buckets of water again, looking very distressed.

"Follow me."

Qingyuan's voice came lightly, saying, "Someone picks up the water."

Qi Ming murmured, "Who else chooses besides me?"

Before he could finish his words, he saw a piece of white paper flying out of front.

That's not white paper, that's paper man.

The paper man landed on the ground, and then turned into a person, as tall as Qi Ming, and as fat as thin as Qi Ming.

But this paper man was pale, had no appearance, and was quite cunning.

Qi Ming was scared and stayed there.

The paper man slowly moved forward and carried the water with a shoulder pole.

Qi Ming was stunned and after a long time, he said in shock: "Is this Taoist art?"

Qingyuan walked forward and responded: "You are considered a practitioner, can't you still see it?"

Qi Ming looked at the paper man carefully, felt curious and couldn't help asking, "What kind of Taoist technique is this?"

He looked up and saw that Mr. Kiyohara had already walked away.

And the sound penetrated his ears.

"Most of the world's monks call them paper-cutting and horses." To be continued.
Chapter completed!