Seeking the Dao in the Seemingly Mundane Mortal World Chapter 200: Dagan Chaos

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"Recently." Qin Yi caught the point: "Brother Dao means that Guiguan didn't engage in these famous halls before?"

"Of course not." Lingxu sighed: "To be honest, although we enjoy the honor of the world, it does not mean that we are free from wandering forms. The ascetics should have the practice, otherwise, what kind of practice? Although there is a female crown, but it is also a separate practice, where is the virtue like now?"

Qin Yidao: "I think those little Taoist aunts practice very shallowly, saying that they have never gotten started. They probably just have to teach some Tuna, they are not true Taoist aunts at all."

"Naturally, I can't hide it from a fellow Taoist." Lingxu smiled: "It's just bought from the Qinlou Chuguan, so the princes and princes can feel that there is a Taoist assistant here to assist dual cultivation... The poor Tao wants to accept an apprentice. There are thousands of choices, and there is no reason why a little girl with real spiritual roots can make a lot of money in this mundane world. They think too much."

Qin Yi said in a puzzled way: "I really don't understand this. Are you trying to fawn on the princes? Shouldn't they beg you?"

"It was true, but time has changed." Ling Xu whispered: "We and the court are in a state of interdependence. The court needs our immortal family to cultivate, and the stars can be seen inside, Bo Ji, fierce and rainy. , The outside can contain the enemy’s immortal family. Of course, we also need the power of the imperial court to collect resources and cultivate disciples. However, these are only signs. Dao friends can know, what can really make us respected by the government and the opposition?"

Qin Yi said flatly: "It's Changsheng."

A color of surprise flashed in Lingxu's eyes: "The Taoists are young, but it is clear from the truth. It is precisely because the princes are thirsty for the longevity method that they ask us. However, once they find out, seek longevity here. It's very vague. On the contrary, there are other sects that can allow them to gain quick gains. Of course, they will alienate us and turn to others, that is, we know that we do have true powers, so we can respect them."

Qin Yi understands.

There are other immortal cultivators who are mingled with them, competing with them for the respect of the Dagan.

Contacting them to use the little Daogu's attractive school, Qin Yi immediately remembered Dahuanxi Temple and what he had seen in that Hongfa Temple: Are you fighting for the ruling and opposition parties?"

Lingxu gave a salute: "The Taoist fellow is indeed a lesson."

Qin Yi pondered to himself.

This kind of thing is not like what Dahuanxi Temple does by itself. To tell the truth, Dahuanxi Temple randomly sent a cloud-level first seat or something to grind a lot of work like killing a chicken. What do you mean?

It's more like an outer door like Hongfa Temple.

But it’s not necessarily. I don’t know the Dahuanxi Temple too well. Maybe they just want to spread the seeds to the world to preach, instead of fighting by force?

He didn't show that he had anything to do with Dahuanxi Temple, and asked calmly: "The power of Brother Rulingxu is far beyond the ordinary, and there are thousands of people. Didn't he think of being an emperor by himself? Why do you use this?"

"Heh..." Lingxu smiled and said, "What do you still cultivate when you become an emperor? In the final analysis, what we want is longevity, not imperial power. This is also different. Otherwise, why don't Daoists engage an emperor to do it? ?"

Qin Yi also laughed. But I don't believe it in my heart. You haven't had one or two careerists in this Taoist temple for hundreds of years? Think you are me?

However, Lingxu continued: "Furthermore, even if I want to sit on a dragon chair for a while, I can have a fairy family backstage. If the country is destroyed by manpower, it will not be controlled, if someone relies on practice to make chaos , Someone will take care of it."

Qin Yi didn't react at once: "Who?"

Ling Xu pointed at him: "You. Or the Ten Thousand Ways Immortal Palace."

Qin Yi laughed dumbly. Indeed, wasn't it because of this...

After working for a long time, the secular imperial power will not be overthrown by extraordinary mighty power, in fact, it is because of the immortal family backstage. Maybe Dahuanxi Temple didn't make a direct action. Instead, it was secretly poking a ghost. It was also in line with the immortal family consensus of "everything in the world is complete", and did not want to use far beyond ordinary power to act.

Qin Yi suddenly thought of Xihuang and their Manshan ancestors...Perhaps everyone who can build a country had a secret helper from the fairy family at the beginning of the country, which is also the manifestation of the flying dragon's luck in the sky.

What about Nanli?

The ancestor of Nanli, is there a Xianjia backstage?

Perhaps there is, the name of the country of Nanming Lihuo, originally has such a breath. It's just that it has faded for thousands of years, and even the king doesn't know that this is the case... Is that jade pendant related to this?

"But if this is the case, the logic of this matter is not right." Qin Yi smiled and said, "Isn't the way to ask for help from our Ten Thousand Ways Immortal Palace is not hidden by the royal? How could you ask for help? Don't say I found the wrong place. Now, the messenger who came for help is not talking about Qianlong Temple."

Lingxu stared at him for a long while, and slowly said: "The Taoist fellow is very cautious, not like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy."

Qin Yi smiled: "I have been pitted by others, so naturally I have to figure it out."

"The messenger is a poor brother, now an angel of the inner palace. The truth is that the Tianshu Shenque, the Wandao Immortal Palace, the Penglai Sword Pavilion, the Vientiane Senluo... are too vague, the world only listens to legends, who knows you Where? Instead, we only know that we are asking for help, not the royal family."

"So you ask for help, it will never be the new sect that will let me help you deal with the new sect that is fighting with you? That is not in line with the agreement between the master and the ancestors."

"Family, family teacher?" Lingxu's eyes widened: "Dare to ask fellow Taoists..."

Qin Yi smiled slightly: "Officially introduce, the disciple of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace Qinqi Calligraphy and Painting Sect, the supervisor of the Immortal Palace, the peak master of the 91st peak, Qin Yi."

Lingxu almost didn't choke himself to death. He thought that the suzerain had sent a low-level disciple at will. This is really an auxiliary sect, and it has a high status in the fairy palace, okay!

His attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn. The original hesitant and disappointed look all fed the dog, bowed and said: "Dao...Oh no, the seniors came here in a hurry, it's a poor manner. ..."

Qin Yi waved his hand: "Stop gossip, I just want to know the specific situation."

Lingxu said with a smile: "We are looking for help from the fairy palace, of course not for our own fight with others, we don't have that face... Senior can see the dragon-shaped phantom on the stargazing platform?" /

Qin Yi nodded: "I see it, the image is a bit thin, this is almost all the luck."

This arrogant statement was changed by someone else, but Lingxu just smiled: "This dragon-shaped phantom is our secret method to show the image of the dragon veins. It was originally used for observation. It's not a substantial thing. If it's just because the dragon shape is shaken or even dissipated, it can only mean that the great luck is exhausted, and we don't agree to ask for help because of this."

Qin Yidao: "What is the situation?"

"The current situation is that the dragon shape, which was originally just an image, has solidified, as if it has become an entity. If it weren't for the people in the original view, the dragon might have run away. This is not There was a problem with the big dry energy, but a powerful monk was performing a special strange technique...so this matter..."

Qin Yi was stunned for a moment, is there anything else?

A phantom, which is merely an observation of the image, becomes an entity?

This is mysterious. It's like saying that someone has had better luck these days. This luck is just a nihilistic concept, not a physical object. If there is a secret transfer, it is understandable. What does it mean to become an entity? How can this be true?

Luck and run with long legs?

You thought it was a tassel running in the stick!

This strange situation is indeed something that should be handled by the backstage of Xianjia. It's no wonder that Ling Xu looked at his eyes with distrustful hesitation and disappointment, this kind of strange technique, a young man who has just just reached the fourth floor of the piano heart is likely to be unable to solve it.

This is a bit miserable.

While being infiltrated by the Dahuanxi Temple, the government and the people are messing up with joy and bliss. On the other hand, there is a great power that does not know where it comes from, and even its great dragon spirit is being used. I don't know whether the two are related. In any case, once the game is over, Qianlongguan can only clean up and go outside the mountain, no wonder they would ask for help.

This matter really should be managed. Whether it is fulfilling the tasks agreed by the teacher or the old grievances with Dahuanxi Temple, there are plenty of reasons to intervene.

Thinking of this, I said: "I know about this."

Ling Xu sighed. No matter how this young man practices, he has his identity, and he is willing to take care of him. The matter is not to the extent of burning eyebrows, if he can't solve it, there is still time to go back and move the rescuers. After thinking for a while, I asked: "I don't know where the seniors plan to start? Do you need help from the poor?"

Qin Yi touched his chin and thought for a while, then smiled suddenly: "You can ask someone for me."

"Senior, please speak."

"A fat man who likes to wear yellow clothes, he said his surname is Han."