Although the two people received the incense Taoist, who was different from ordinary people, was very arrogant. In the end, Ye Yian added twenty stalks of incense oil to the temple before meeting the inscription.

But when talking about visiting the subject, the person who knows the guest shook his head and said that the subject has no time to be free and asked when he would be free, he responded vaguely.

Seeing that Lin Ziyue had to ask about the specific time, the impatience on the face of the incense Taoist was already very obvious. Ye Yian didn't say anything, pulled Lin Ziyue up and walked out of the temple.

"What are you going to pull me out for? What's the use of your idea if you can't see the viewer?"

"Fangjin Taoist Sect is the national religion, and Taoist priests are under the jurisdiction of Zongzheng Temple, and Zongzheng Temple is a yamen specializing in royal affairs. What does this mean?"

Before Lin Ziyue asked, Ye Yian said straight away: "This shows that the emperor treats Taoist priests as clans. Hey, let's not talk about this. As the master of the imperial temple, the man you want to meet also has an official position of Xiangzhou Taoist temple and the imperial temple was also recommended and the Guangyuan Temple was the fifth rank official, and he is the same rank as the governor of this state."

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that if such a person can meet him as soon as he wants to see him, then wouldn't he be worthless with so many identities?"

Lin Ziyue and Fengge Mountain have less landing, and Xiangzhou City has even less landing. At this time, I was really angry and anxious, "What should I do?"

"Go to Tongfu Inn and wait for Fang Qijie. Even if the bird owner is holding his identity, he will always give him some other person's face."

"Do you really believe in him? What if he can't come? How can we have so much time to wait?"

"This is not the world of practice. Different places have different rules. Before the ability to break these rules, only by following the rules can you do things better and faster."

Speaking of this, Ye Yian smiled in an unknown way, "As for Fang Qijie, as long as he still wants to fly, he will definitely come. Even if his father breaks his legs, he will crawl."

...Sub-chapter...

When he arrived at Tongfu Inn, Lin Ziyue never came out after entering the room. Ye Yian also stayed in his room and took this time to think about the matter of cultivation.

After building a pill, I saw the little fat man as soon as I opened my eyes. Then I arrived at Xiangzhou City. I really didn’t think about building a pill.

His pill is really strange.

Ye Yian knew clearly that he would never have the talent to be able to form a pill after just eight months of practice. It was not only him, but it was impossible for such a person in the world of practice several times. The hardship of the great way is not just a saying.

In this way, this creates a question: how did his pill be formed? Knowing that there must be a reason, but what is the reason?

Ye Yian can't find the answer to this question now, and after thinking for a long time, he can only doubt it. What is more urgent than this is a new problem he encountered - the cultivation has reached a new stage, but the "Collection of the Pupal Butterfly" has come to an abrupt end.

Simply put, the "The Secret Method of the Butterfly" given to him by the Living Dead can only practice it to this point, and even the formation of elixirs is an unexpected surprise. As for how to continue practicing later, how to enter the spiritual elixir from the Yuan Dan realm, it is gone.

He only had part of the "Chrysanthemum and Butterfly Secret Method" or even a small part. What does the full version of "Chrysanthemum and Butterfly Secret Method" look like? I don't know. Where should I go to find it? Although I have a clue now, it is difficult to do for a while. What should I do with the next step of cultivation?

Now the only thing he has mastered is the set of the twelve serious "Peyuan Jue" taught by his master. This set of exercises is available throughout the Yuandan stage, but the problem is that the main practice of the "Chrysanthemum and Butterfly" is the "Collection of the Pastel and Butterfly" this time. Is it really feasible to modify it like this now?

Thinking of this, the two times when practicing before forming the elixir were at the forefront of life and death came to my mind again. Even though Ye Yian had a shallow understanding, he always knew that losing control during practice was not a normal state. Although he finally came through and the result seemed unusually good, this experience was actually not worth being happy about.

Was the loss of control in previous practice an inevitable process of the "Chrysanthemum and Butterfly Method"? Or was it the result of his changes? If it was the former, it would be a good thing. But if it was the latter... it really makes people feel scared when they think about it.

But if he does not change the twelve serious scriptures, he will not have any skills to use. The practice of practicing is like sailing against the current, and if he does not advance, he will retreat. In this way, he will not even be able to stop.

Looking at the nine pages of bamboo-patterned paper in his hand, Ye Yian couldn't help but curse, "Living Dead, you are really unauthentic."

On that day, the two agreed that the Living Dead will exchange his twelve serious "Peyuan Jue" with the "Chrysanthemum of Pupat and Butterfly", but the Living Dead did not say at that time that he gave a set of incomplete exercises.

Now Ye Yian has solved the mystery of the death of the living dead - he clearly practiced the "Chrysanthemum butterfly method", but the black prison is not a Yin-Yang furnace, only the Taiyin energy, but there is no trace of the original spiritual power of the heaven and earth. This makes the cultivation of the living dead innately insufficient.

Without the assistance and protection of the original spiritual power of heaven and earth, the damage to the body of the violent Taiyin Qi is self-evident. The only hope for the living dead is to use the seven-star collision of the sun to force the Taiyin image. Although there is not much hope, if it can rush over, it will naturally be a new atmosphere. Unfortunately, the seven-star collision of the sun that he calculated broke the appointment. After the last glimmer of hope was extinguished, the living dead was bound to die.

That's why there will be later transactions and he will be willing to marry Ye Yian's release from prison.

This is what Ye Yian gradually understood after practicing the "The Secret Method of Puppy Butterfly" himself. The deep thoughts of the living dead are self-evident.

For the past day, the two of them stayed behind closed doors at Tongfu Inn. The next afternoon, the little fat man finally came.

He was supported by someone... In fact, it was really hard to support him, and he was carried in by two people with arms.

After entering Ye Yian's room, the fat man crawled on the couch and put himself in comfort. After a while, he waved to the two young men who carried him in and said, "Take me and Boss Yan, and I'll invite you to Wanhualou for wine another day. Let's get out now."

After witnessing the two men with deer-headed and vulgar faces left with a smile, Ye Yian looked at the fat man's butt that seemed to be thicker, and asked with a smile: "Did you sneak out again?"

Seeing Ye Yian's expression like this, the little fat man snorted and turned his head.

"But I'm curious, how could you steal it out if you are like this?"

"My master, I came out of the dog hole. I drilled it for you two. I have recorded this account." Taking advantage of the time when the master was not allowed to go to the yamen, the fat man with his butt opened his flower was stolen from the house after he went back yesterday, and then he found two green-skinned gangsters to stole him all the way.

"Don't worry, if you want to fly in the future, I will take you flying." As Lin Ziyue opened the door and walked in from outside.

Hearing this, the fat man was shocked and no longer screamed strangely. Although he climbed on the couch, he still tried his best to raise his upper body. His fat hands slapped his chest and said proudly: "Master Yeshan is so happy. I am not a coward. Tell me, what do you want to do? As long as it is not a murderer, I will take it all."

"We want to meet the Guangyuan Guanzhu"

Upon hearing this, the fat man's eyes widened, almost occupying half of his face, "What?"

"What, no?" Lin Ziyue was about to be anxious

The fat man forced his upper body to hold it up and fell down, "If I had known this, why would I have to sneak out for this? Nothing is worth it."

As he said, the little fat man took out something from his arms and handed it to Ye Yian, "Take this, as long as the old Taoist Xugu is here, he will definitely be able to see you, and he will also serve you good tea."

This is a very exquisitely made famous thorn, mud gold hook flower, and the single-work cost is at least worth the same. The thorn is written in eight-point regular script with five simple small characters: Fang Zhushan worships him.

Lin Ziyue reached out and pulled Mingzhi over. After looking back and forth several times, she looked at Ye Yian in confusion, "Just this? You didn't say that he is a fifth-rank official, as big as the governor, don't be as big as the governor."

Hearing this, the fat man stopped doing it and raised his body straight, "Bah, isn't he just a Taoist priest leader? What's the point of his fifth grade? Where can he interfere when he comes out of the Taoist temple? How dare he interfere? He interfere? Even if Guangyuan Temple wants to repair a roof, the money and grain craftsmen have to talk to my father. Fifth grade, hum, many eunuchs in Chang'an Palace City are also fifth grade!"

What's going on?

On the way to Guangyuan Temple again, Lin Ziyue was still flipping the famous thorn in her hand, "Is what Fang Qijie said true?"

Ye Yian pondered for a while, "I don't know much about this officialdom, but there is no need for Fang Qijie to lie to us."

Lin Ziyue couldn't believe it, "Guangyuan Guanzhu is so unbearable... He is a practitioner. If he can be a Guanzhu, his cultivation level will definitely be not low."

"Then you must believe the words of the little fat man, nor do you believe them all. Besides, there is nothing wrong with it. The Taoist temple is not a yamen, so there is no reason to interfere in local affairs. Similarly, the Yamen cannot interfere in the Taoist temple, and everyone will do their own duties."

Although he said this, Ye Yian was confused in his heart. With such a powerful force, he was willing to just curl up in the sect?

Stumping... The court still has suppression, or at least able to limit the power of Taoism?

These are the puzzles that are difficult to solve at the moment!

When he was young, he followed his master again, so he didn't have to think about anything more, but he just felt that the world was that simple.

But after three years of escape from the black prison, as he grew older and changed his situation, Ye Yian felt more and more that there were countless secrets hidden in this seemingly simple world.

The facts proved that the little fat man did not speak loudly. Yesterday was only a day away from today. However, because the famous sage in Fang Zhushan in this province was different, Guangyuan Guanzhike's attitude towards the two was a world apart.

After Mingtao handed in, a Taoist boy came out to invite Lin Ziyue to meet him in a short while.

Such a meeting made Lin Ziyue, who had never experienced it, feel a little nervous, and her eyes were naturally betting on Ye Yian, "Go with me."

"You are the Master of Fengge Mountain, but I don't even count the disciples of Fengge Mountain. How do you introduce them after entering? You will take such a meeting with me and an outsider who has no status, which is rude in any case. After all, the identity of the Master of Xugu Temple is unusual, and it is always good to be cautious."

When Lin Ziyue gritted her teeth and turned around and was about to leave, Ye Yian reached out to hold her back.

First, he took the hat on Lin Ziyue's head, and then reached out to help her with some mess on her clothes. Ye Yian was doing all this naturally, "Remember, put away all your strong temperament. Don't hide how much hardships you have suffered in the past few years, and say it all. If you can have tears when you say it, it would be the best! This will be done, don't be nervous, go."

If she was still on the mountain the day before yesterday, Lin Ziyue would have been impatiently scolding Ye Yian for being too long-winded, but at this moment she didn't say anything. She listened quietly to this plain instructions and let Ye Yian tidy up her clothes.

When I turned around and left, for no reason, the tension in my heart had disappeared without a trace.

After Lin Ziyue went with the Taoist boy, Ye Yian refused to accompany the Taoist, and wandered around alone in the view. He seemed to be walking casually, but in fact he always paid attention to everything worth paying attention to and every Taoist who passed by.

But what disappointed him was that he had gone through a circle and had no gains. Although the regulations were larger and the incense was more prosperous, this was indeed an ordinary Taoist temple. There were many Taoist priests along the way, but he didn't see anything special.

Isn’t this the whole story of Guangyuanguan?

It is very likely that the Divine Channel Master is also a practitioner. The Guangyuan Temple, which lives in the downtown area of ​​Xiangzhou, is obviously not a good place to practice.

After thinking it through, Ye Yian immediately lost interest in continuing to visit.

He had just walked back and happened to see Lin Ziyue coming out behind the little Taoist boy.

After seeing Ye Yian, the little Taoist boy bowed his head and went there. Ye Yian greeted him, "How is it?"

Lin Ziyue gritted her teeth tightly, and her expression was depressed. "Xu Gu said very little, and there were not ten sentences in total. There were seven of them asking about Mingtao. But in the end, he said that he would send someone to attend the third anniversary of my father's ceremony in eight days. He didn't even mention the matter of Tianji Valley."

After hearing these words, when Ye Yian saw Lin Ziyue's expression, he couldn't help laughing out loud, "It's clear that things have been done. Why are you silly girl so worried?"

"It's done?"

Seeing that his laughter had attracted many people's attention, Ye Yian pulled Lin Ziyue and walked out. After leaving the Taoist temple, his smile did not diminish. "The dispute between Fengge Mountain and Tianji Valley involves both sides. What you said just now is just a one-sided word for Xugu. In this case, he naturally cannot say much with his status. But he is willing to send someone to attend the ritual of the third anniversary of Lingzun's death, which itself shows his attitude. As long as what you say is true, Guangyuan Temple will definitely support you."

"If the person he sent discovered that seven days later it was not the day of my father's third anniversary celebration..."

Ye Yian waved his hand and told Lin Ziyue not to worry, "Everything you need to have a reason. Without this reason, people from Tianyuanguan will not come to Fengge Mountain rashly. Besides, no matter what, it is not wrong for daughters to miss their father and hold rituals to fulfill their filial piety. What's more, is this important to Tianyuanguan?"

“You know a lot”

"What more, I just like to think more when encountering things."

On the streets of Xiangzhou, the two of them walked side by side. Lin Ziyue sighed as she looked at the bustling city, "People's hearts are unpredictable, the world is really complicated, I don't like it."

Ye Yian was also speechless after hearing this. He said for a while: "It is better to be a simple person, and even more so for practitioners. The great way is simple, and too much thought is not conducive to practice. If you are not used to it, go back to the mountain to prepare for the tribute in seven days. I am waiting here."

As he said, Ye Yian had put the 500-ton tickets that Lin Zixing had handed back to Lin Ziyue. "This ceremony must be carefully prepared and it will be grand. I won't talk about Tianji Valley. Anyway, that day is the deadline for their ultimatum, and I will always go. In addition to them, the three factions such as Lanshan Jingshu must be invited one by one."

Lin Ziyue looked at the flying ticket in her hand and then took a photo back, "Although I am poor, I can still afford this tribute. Humph, you are very rich! Let's go."

She left at will, Lin Ziyue was really not dragging her back at all. Her slender waist, which was as straight as before, was as straight as before, and her head was raised high, making her stand out from the crowd and was particularly eye-catching.

Seeing that the proud Lin Ziyue regained her spirit, Ye Yian, who was hiding in the crowd, smiled silently.
Chapter completed!