It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 255 Jiuyin Pocket Coffin Cover

In the first-class cave, the guests and hosts were seated.

This cave is at the core of the first-order spiritual veins and located at the foot of the mountain. It can be said to be the best place for practice.

To show his sincerity, Ge Buhui did not even activate the formation restrictions and openly invited Li Qinglin in.

Ignoring the graceful female cultivators on the left and right with different temperaments, Li Qinglin blew away the spiritual mist that was so rich that it almost condensed into water, and slowly sat down on the table.

Seeing Li Qinglin so calm and composed, Ge Buhui couldn't help but feel more and more emotional.

"This kid Zhuang Yanjing has been away from the Three Mountains of Qingshitan for many years as promised. If we let him know, his cheap nephew has already established a foundation. His expression and reaction will be very nice."

Thinking of this, Ge Buhui made up his mind to send a letter to Zhuang Yanjing about this later.

He can't be the only one to lose his composure.

Ge Buhui took the tea set, Lingcha Lingguo from the storage bag.

Li Qinglin drank a glass of wine, and while his mouth was filled with deliciousness, he seemed to have received a spiritual baptism. Even the Aoki Dharma Ribbon in his body started to move, and the light became even brighter.

"Second-grade high-grade spiritual wine, Baihua Niang. I guess you are familiar with the brewer of this wine. He is the old boy Chunji from Baihua Valley.

Youdao doesn't get rewarded for no merit. Although there was a bit of love between him and Ge Buhui, it wasn't worth a mouthful of Baihua Brew.

"My little friend is really discerning, so I'll tell you straight away."

Li Qinglin thought silently in his heart.

My little friend is barely considered to be from Qingshitan. I wonder if you are willing to join me in Qingshitan Sanshan and be a worship deacon in Taichu Taoist Palace? "

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes showing pain, but he still took out a jar of mud-sealed spiritual wine.

This is because he is a high-level magic weapon and requires far more resources than the middle and lower-level magic weapons.

This glass of wine saved Li Qinglin at least half a year of hard work!

The color is deep and mysterious, and every drop is full of spirituality.

Under the dim sunlight, Baihua Nong is like a crystal clear gem, shining with a faint light.

Boer~
With a crisp sound, the wine jar was opened.

"This is..." Li Qinglin's heart moved.

Over the years, although two or three fellow Taoists have built foundations, their vitality has still been severely weakened.

Ge Buhui said: "Since the fall of the Cha family, the foundation builders in the clan have fallen one after another, and the backbone of our three mountains in Qingshitan has suffered heavy losses.

If ordinary foundation-building cultivators were to drink it, they would probably have to improve their practice for three to four years!
"This Taoist fellow Chunji is actually good at brewing wine? It seems that if you have a chance, you should visit Lundao Yier..."

As Ge Buhui spoke, he took out a jade cup and poured wine.

He has a withdrawn temperament and has not shown up for decades. Only in the spring of every year, he brews twelve jars of spiritual wine, half of which are given to friends and half of which are thrown away to nourish the stamens of the mountains of Baicao Valley. "

A strong aroma of wine filled the air. Li Qinglin rarely drank alcohol. At this moment, just a slight sniff made him feel like his limbs were all connected, warm and light.

"Senior Ge has no idea what his purpose is in treating me like this. Why don't you just tell me?"

It's not because he drank Baihua Brewing, but because he lived in Baihua Valley before, he owed some karma and should have a good relationship.

Sure enough.

Li Qinglin's expression remained unchanged and he did not answer. Instead, he asked,
"Senior knows that I, Han, also played a role in the Cha family's downfall... Senior, aren't you afraid that I am a spy of the Yuxu Sect or the Martial Alliance?"

Hearing this, Ge Buhui shook his head and said,

"In the fight between the Cha and Xu families, it doesn't matter who loses or wins. As long as our Taichu Dao Palace exists, these Xianfang families will not be able to cause any trouble.

As for the spies..."

Ge Buhui Fu Xu laughed,
"Unless you are a madman like Li Qinglin who dared to break into my Green Lion Pond and robbed the auction twenty years ago, then what if you are a spy?"

Ge Buhui showed great confidence.

Taichu Taoist Palace is the core Taoist tradition left by Taoist Jialing himself, which is far beyond the comparison of the major immortal cultivating families in Qing, Shi and Tan Mountains.

Among them, there must be the power of the first level of Jindan.

Li Qinglin looked at Ge Buhui with a faint look, nodded and said,
"What the seniors said is absolutely true."

Ge Buhui's eyes showed a look of contentment. "It's a pity that junior Xianyun Yehe is used to it and can't stand the restraint. He only wants to be a wild cultivator, but he has wasted the spiritual wine of senior."

Ge Buhui opened his mouth, but he didn't expect Li Qinglin to refuse so simply.

He was silent for a while, and finally could only say in a bitter tone,

"Then, little friend, if you change your mind in the future, I, Taichu Dao Palace, will always open the door for you."

"Thank you, senior. Han takes his leave."

Ge Buhui looked at Li Qinglin's young back, gradually flying into the vast white clouds.

It is so high-spirited and has such a bright future.

He looked at his old body again, exuding a strong old man's aura.

After a long time, a melodious sigh came,
"Time, time..."

……

"Fellow Taoist Mingjing, I'm back to see you again."

In front of Ming Jing's grave.

Li Qinglin poured a pot of spirit wine and patted the monument.

The grave is speechless, only the rustle of spiritual wine nourishing the soil.

On the way to immortality, there are many bones and countless people who died young.

I don’t know how many of the cultivators who got to know Li Qinglin made it to the end.

"Huh? This mark?"

When Li Qinglin was about to leave, he casually swept away the soil with his soul, and was shocked to find that there was a faint metallic spiritual light passing under the soil where he watered the spiritual wine.

He stepped back dozens of feet, then activated his magic power to push away the soil.

It was discovered that under the tombstone of Ming Mirror and outside the coffin, there was actually a tightly fitting, transparent glass-like cover-like magic weapon that was buckled upside down.

"Jiuyin pocket coffin cover?!"

Li Qinglin recognized the origin of this magical weapon.

A second-level low-grade magic weapon has no other magical uses and only one effect.

That is to prevent tomb robberies!
No matter how hard you move mountains and unload mountains or touch the golden captain, you can't dig a robbery hole and enter the tomb.

If someone with advanced cultivation forcibly robs the tomb, the Jiuyin Dou coffin cover will directly destroy itself with the coffin inside.

"I saw Brother Mingjing being put into the coffin with my own eyes, and the last time I paid my respects, there was no Jiuyindou coffin cover! Judging from the traces, it seems that it was newly decorated a few years ago..."

Li Qinglin's eyes showed contemplation.

Last time, there were offerings of fruits, incense and unburned paper money in front of the tomb.

Reconnect with the scene in front of you.

Could it be that he is really Ming Jingjing’s young apprentice?

"Shendan Tong'er, could it be that there is another opportunity to obtain some inheritance? Not only has the cultivation level improved greatly, but also the second-level magic weapon of this side sect can be produced?"

Li Qinglin muttered a few words silently in his heart, but did not want to pursue it too much.

After covering it with soil and sand again, Li Qinglin looked at the grave.
"Fellow Taoist Mingjing, I don't know whether this little disciple you taught is good or evil..."

Li Qinglin shook his head, then turned and left.

……

Shiguang Ridge, Xu Family Manor.

Three years have passed, and the Xu family has become increasingly prosperous.

Not only was a fairy seedling with high-grade spiritual root qualifications born, but there was also a newly promoted foundation-building monk within the clan.

It can be said to be a great blessing.

(End of this chapter)