Floating Immortal Order Chapter 610: Miracles and Stories

Tuotian Temple is said to be a temple, but there are no monks.

According to the craftsmen who helped to build the temple, there are 22 different types of gods enshrined in it, as if the legendary monsters in the foreign body are not mentioned, and there are also seven immortals with fluttering clothes and sympathetic eyes.

This isn't the weirdest thing, but the weirdest thing is that there are three statues there with their backs to the world.

They... like the other seven, have no tablets!

The one with the tablet is a demon, but no one knows the words on it.

Although such a strange temple has aroused everyone's curiosity, few people dare to go to incense or ask for anything.

Only some academy teachers and students who think they are well-educated people ran to look at the tablet, trying to recognize the characters on it, but although those characters looked like they were written by everyone - simple and majestic, they didn't say a single word. know.

Is it their knowledge?

This is impossible.

I only hate the Taoist priests who guard the temple. The dragon can't see the head but not the tail. They can't even find a cleaner. Who can they ask?

"What kind of broken temple, dare to call Tuo Tian?"

When Lu Lingxi came over, he didn't think that this group of scholars actually stood on the ladder and wanted to take down the temple plaque.

"Do what?"

Although he was leading the two little babies, Ao Xiang and Ao Li, and although he tried his best not to frighten these people, Lu Lingxi couldn't control his anger, and he had a stern voice with spiritual power. As if they were bombed in the spirits of this group of people, the two weak ones couldn't stand it and almost fell down on the spot.

"Who asked you to move the temple plaque?"

Lu Lingqi raised his eyebrows slightly, avoiding them, his voice rolling into the temple, "Where is the temple blessing, get out of here!"

Such a big temple doesn't even have a gatekeeper. Is it because the sect didn't give out money?

Even if they don't give out silver coins, with their ability, they can exchange a thousand taels of silver for any Peiyuan Dan.

Lu Lingxi had thought that before the miracle, there would be no incense in each temple, so he could only rely on the temple to be diligent and offer incense and offerings. Since then, the temple plaque will be demolished by others.

"Temple blessing? What is he offering here..."

The boy who was talking suddenly couldn't open his mouth any longer. His word "West" seemed to have turned into a foreign object.

“Who are you?”

The old man on the side was surprised when he saw something wrong. Although Zibuyu was eccentric, the woman with the veil was so wrong, and the two children seemed to be very special, so he could only hold hands and say: "This temple You..."

"This temple was built by my family."

Ao Xiang was very angry, "All the worshipers are sages and great powers." How could it be something?

"Teacher..."

He was about to call Master, when he saw from his spiritual consciousness that the temple Zhu had loose hair and ran up from the underground palace in a panic. However, seeing that they were here, he almost fell.

"Brother...disciple Li Fubai...bai..."

Ao Xiang and Xiao Bei like to play around in the sect. Li Fu had seen him several times from a distance. Later, Ao Li came and he saw both of them. Now they are both here, so who is this senior? Who no longer has to think about it.

"Don't say goodbye."

Lu Lingxi didn't want to hear him call out his master.

"Let's talk about what's going on here? If you don't want to be a temple congratulator, why take this task?"

"Brother... disciples dare not!"

Li Fu was sweating on his forehead, but he still walked through the back door to receive this task.

It is said to be an outer disciple, but someone like him who is over thirty years old and has not even broken through to the third level of qi refining, how can he have any future? To put it bluntly, he is actually a handyman disciple.

The disciples of the handyman didn't see three low-grade spirit stones in a year in the sect, but after taking the mission of the temple, the sect sent three low-grade spirit stones in a month.

He also took up this task, and after receiving the sect's ration for five years, he broke through the third level of Qi refining with the help of Qi Gathering Pill.

If other people regard the work of Miaozhu as a task, he definitely wants to do it as a career.

The elder brother who gave him convenience said that Jinfenggu Lin Shizu paid special attention to the Tuotian Temple. If he could do his best work among his fellow brothers and sisters, he would definitely be treated differently by her.

But, I didn't expect that before the career was completed, the master came.

Li Fuxiu is weak, and in the underground palace, he didn't know that someone was going to demolish the temple plaque. He just thought that all the curious people who came in would have a little doubt and a little awe when they saw that the temple could be cleaned without anyone cleaning it. These scholars are so bold.

"The Tuotian Temple has just been built, because the image of the seniors enshrined in the temple is too brave, the disciples can't recruit the guests who can enter the temple for a while, but the disciples do not dare to neglect the worship of the seniors. These two days, the temple door is open. , let the believers come and go at will, and the disciples...the disciples will write the scriptures for the seniors in the underground palace."

He doesn't know if this will have the expected effect, but if he doesn't, he may not get it.

"The disciple thinks that miracles can surely win people's hearts for a while, but it's not a long-term solution."

Li Fu's body was lying on the bluestone floor, "Especially the image of the elders of the demon clan. The ignorant mortals may have only fear but not respect. The disciple wants to write the stories of the sages."

He took out the manuscript that he had only written a few thousand words from the storage bag, raised his hands high, "The disciple is going to the teahouse theater in the city, please tell the storyteller, tell the stories of the sages, and then cooperate with the miracle."

Although this story is not easy to write, he has already lost a lot of hair, but according to his plan, as long as it is written well, it will be done once and for all.

"Also ask the master to believe in the disciple, and the disciple will surely make the incense of the Tuotian Temple flourish."

“…”

“…”

Unexpectedly, this is still an aspirational and ideal.

When Ao Xiang brought his manuscript to the master, his consciousness quickly swept over it.

However, it's better not to scan, just scan...

Lu Lingxi's consciousness also quickly swept the manuscript.

No one knows exactly what the war was like back then.

Even the seniors in the land of the gods don't know it.

So, Li Fu can make up...

"Get up!"

Lu Lingqi's voice softened, "It's good for you to think of this!" She glanced lightly at the group of people who were about to pick up the temple plaque, "Everyone, I don't know why my temple gate offended you, if there is no If the master agrees, you want to pick my temple plaque like this?"

“…”

“…”

A group of people are already stunned.

A Taoist priest of this age, all with beards, calls this, although she looks very dignified, but the girl who looks obviously very small is Shizu?

Still... still so quiet?

"Cough! It's my fault, I... I waited and walked around the temple, no... I didn't know the words on the tablet, I wanted to find the acquaintance, but I couldn't find it when I looked for the temple blessing, and I felt that this was a godsend. Two words, some... some are too big."

Under their gaze, the old man became more and more unable to speak.

Is there really something here that they don't know?

"So it is!"

Lu Lingxi looked at the temple plaque and sighed, "Tortian, if they can't use it, then no one in this world can use it anymore."

Speaking of this, she moved the spiritual power in her hand and lifted it gently, and the feet of a group of fifteen people left the ground.

"Ahhh~~~"

"This, this~~~~"

“~~~~”

Although it was not very high off the ground, it was enough to shock them.

"Don't you always say that the gentleman of your academy is eccentric?"

Lu Lingxi was frivolous and took them up to the sky slowly, "Today, this fairy wants to tell you that this world has been a world that you have never been in contact with since ancient times."

The city of Lu is the real city of Fan. Li Fu was sent here. If he wanted to come, he was also very disappointed in the sect.

"In that world, there are immortals, monks, demons, demons, and foreigners who want to seize this world."

Lu Lingxi didn't care how surprised others would be to see them fly into the sky.

She has been very careful not to scare them, otherwise, let the apprentice and Aoli show their real bodies and take them to the sky, I am afraid that some people will faint, "You think it is safe because, in the Before you knew it, someone had already blocked it for you."

As far as she has experienced, there have been two.

In those days when the demons of Shangtai Realm invaded, if Wuxiang Cultivation Immortal Realm did not join hands to resist the enemy, the entire Wuxiang Realm would be where they refined corpses and smothered the ghosts.

Similarly, in the lower realm of phantoms, if it were not for the Immortal Realm Wuxiang Cultivation to respond in a timely manner, I don't know how many mortal cities would suffer.

"Those who are enshrined in the Temple of Heaven are for the sake of this world, the sages who perished with the demons and the people from the outside world."

Seeing that although they were fighting, but they seemed to be getting used to it, Lu Lingxi turned to his younger brother, "Ao Li, Ao Xiang, show their real bodies and let them see!"

“Ow~~~~~~”

When the two naive dragon roars sounded in the square in front of the temple, Ao Li and Ao Xiang had transformed into real bodies and danced to the sky.

They flew over the Tuotian Temple, stirring up the wind and clouds, and frightening people from a radius of dozens of miles.

Dragon!

This is a dragon!

"The Tuotian Temple enshrines a total of 22 senior demon gods, ten human ancestors, and twenty-two senior demon gods. There are descendants in the demon clan and inheritance, so they have tablets."

Li Fu's writing of the storybook reminded Lu Lingxi.

The mortal world has always had strange stories.

However, most of the writing are fox spirits, and it is rare to have a few to repay.

Most of the ghost stories are made up by adults to frighten the energetic and curious children of this world.

When Lu Lingxi was a child, he was frightened when he was listening to stories.

So, it's not enough for Li Fu to write the script alone.

"The ten sages of the human race have no descendants, or...the descendants are all in the war and lost their lives by the revenge of the monsters, so they do not have names."

Lu Lingxi's painful voice with spiritual power spread throughout the city of Lu, "It was only later that the monks strayed into the ruins of the Great War, and only knew about them. However, I only know what the seven seniors looked like, and the other three... ...can't be found anymore, so their statues have their backs to the world.

You are going to pick up the temple plaques dedicated to them. Do you think you should be punished or not? "

“…”

“…”

Looks like it should be punished.

The one who floated them to the sky was a fairy.

Also, those two kids just now were dragons, dragons!

"Fairy, we were wrong, we will never dare again."

"You forgive us! From now on, we will burn incense, offer fruit, and add sesame oil to Tuotian Temple every day!"

"That's right, even if we're delayed by things, we'll ask others to do it for us."

"Fairy, spare your life!"

If this falls, I'm afraid I'll be smashed into flesh.

It's scary not being able to keep your feet on the ground!

"I'm waiting for monks, respecting the heavens and fearing fate, and naturally I won't hurt your lives, but you have to pick up the big plaques, but you can't go unpunished!"

Lu Lingxi took them back to the ground, "Li Fu, from today onwards, they will be under your control. You have all the information on the twenty-two demon **** seniors. Go back and show them, but you can't write anything that will satisfy you. The story, in the next five years, the cleaning of the Tuotian Temple will belong to them."

Huh?

"...Yes!"

Compared to Li Fu's astonishment, a group of scholars only felt that they had escaped death.

……

When they set off again, Lu Lingxi had already sent out a lot of medicinal pills, and even gave Li Fu two pieces of spirit tools.

"Master, it will be fine."

Xiao Bei, who was not noticed by others, stood on the shoulders of Ao Xiang, comforting the unhappy master, "Tokian temples have been built all over the place, with temples and us, we will not I will worry about the incense."

"Yeah!"

Lu Lingxi took the three children, "In the future, I will be fierce for the disciples below, take care of the matter of the Temple of Heaven, and I will leave it to your brothers and sisters."

"Sister, what about me?" Aoli also wanted to make a living.

"Isn't a Tuotian Temple also built in the deep sea?"

Lu Lingqi touched his smooth and tender little face, "You are the Dragon King, and the sacrifices in the future will depend on you. If possible, after Li Fu and the others have written their stories, you can use a voicemail box to record The stories told by Mr. Storyteller were all recorded and brought to the Tuotian Temple in the deep sea, and all the demons who wanted to hear the stories, no matter who went in, there was no worship, even if they just kowtowed, they could still hear a story.”

Is that so?

Ao Li's eyes sparkled.

Although it has only been two months since I arrived in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, the Immortal Cultivation Realm is obviously much more fun than the Dragon Palace.

Even the disciples of Qiandao Sect who preach Dao Fa can tell many wonderful stories with one Dao Fa.

"Sister, let's find someone to write the story!"

Especially the story of the Dragon God, Ao Li felt that he could write a lot.

Even my sister's Dragon Induction Art was created by the ancestors of the Dragon God, personally created by the children of other races.

Ao Li felt that his ancestors must have had many, many descendants, dozens or hundreds of times more than his stupid father. Otherwise, why would there be monsters everywhere who had crossed the eighth rank and turned into dragons? ?

That must have their bloodline!

"When the time comes ~IndoMTL.com~ we will use whoever writes the best."

Some people said it dryly, without any energy, and he would fall asleep listening to it.

But some people, even a water-binding technique, can tell a wonderful story about once in danger and using the water-binding technique to clear the siege.

Ao Li wants to fight for more for his future happy life, "Sister, otherwise, you can write it, no one knows the story of the Fallen Land better than you, and I also like to hear your stories. ."

"...that's not a story!"

The little guy is still too small!

Lu Lingxi flicked his little face with his fingernails, "Also, I told you about the goddess, if you don't think it's satisfying, then write it yourself!"

She didn't know that this unintentional sentence eventually became Aoli's lifelong interest.