Chapter 143 Changsheng Taoist Temple

In the suburbs of Star City, far away from the hustle and bustle, a simple Taoist temple stands quietly.

The vermilion door is very new, the blue roof tiles are stacked on top of each other, and the auspicious animal sculptures on the roof ridge stand upright, as if it was built not long ago.

A simple plaque hangs above the gate, with four characters written on it: Taoist Temple of Immortality

Sikong Zhen and Mu Lingxi stepped into the Changsheng Taoist Temple and walked on the bluestone in the courtyard. A handsome Taoist priest was sitting lazily in front of the stone table playing with his mobile phone. He seemed to have seen something good-looking and kept saying "men" Everyone laughed so well that no one who came to the Taoist temple noticed.

Mu Lingxi took a step forward: "Taoist Priest, is Taoist Priest Xuanqing here?"

Jun Wushang was startled, as if he had been caught in bed. He hurriedly locked the screen of his phone, then raised his head, and was stunned.

Mu Lingxi stared blankly in front of her, wearing a tight black leather jacket and long boots, which outlined her graceful figure and slender legs.

Mu Lingxi's expression remained unchanged and she continued to ask, "Is Taoist Master Xuanqing here?"

Jun Wushang came back to his senses and nodded like a chicken eating rice: "Yes, master is in the main hall."

Mu Lingxi nodded, and then walked towards the main hall with Sikong Zhen.

Jun Wushang, on the other hand, looked like his eyes were about to pop out as he kept glancing at the other party's slender and straight legs: "My God, these legs are more upright than my character."

Sikong Zhen and his wife walked into the main hall and saw a simple and grand altar, which occupied almost one-fifth of the main hall. What was strange was that there was a miniature statue less than twenty centimeters tall placed on such a large altar. The statue, the statue is human-shaped, made of clay, covered with low-quality oil paint, and has cracked in many places.

Next to the altar, an immortal Taoist with white hair turned his back to the two of them. He sat cross-legged in front of the statue as if in trance. Two wisps of green smoke rose in front of him, curling up and spreading, adding to the added charm. Somewhat ethereal.

"Taoist Master Xuanqing, it has been five years since we said goodbye to the imperial capital." Sikong Zhen laughed loudly, as if he was seeing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

Taoist Master Xuanqing, who was an immortal Taoist, slowly turned around, revealing a face full of age spots: "It turns out to be layman Sikong. Poor Taoist Xuanqingzi is polite."

Sikong Zhen and the other two looked at Xuan Qing, who was as good as a Taoist, with strange expressions on their faces.

Taoist Master Xuanqing noticed the gazes of the two people, and calmly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his wide Taoist robe, as if nothing had happened, and said enigmatically: "I don't know why Master Sikong came here this time. What's the matter? If you want to persuade Pindao to return to the imperial capital, don't waste your time.

Pindao has believed in the Immortal God all his life, and is determined to travel around the world to strengthen the Immortal Tradition. He must not live alone. "

Sikong Zhen seemed to have expected that Taoist Master Xuanqing would say this, and did not pay attention to it. Instead, he went straight to the point: "Taoist Master, I misunderstood. The main reason I came here this time is to ask Taoist Master to help me with a divination. I believe that Taoist Master I also heard that not long ago, an organization called the Seven Deadly Sins appeared in Star City. The leader of the Seven Deadly Sins, Arrogance, even killed an imperial nobleman in full view of the public.

This incident made the entire Chiyan Empire furious, so I was sent to investigate. Now the case has reached a bottleneck, so I want to ask the Taoist Chief to help. "

Faced with the request of a powerful golden man, Taoist Master Xuanqing unexpectedly shook his head: "I stopped telling people's fortunes many years ago, so lay people should please come back."

Mu Lingxi on the side frowned slightly: "Taoist Master Xuanqing, the seven deadly sins are extremely heinous. The royal family has issued a death order to arrest him and bring him to justice. Please help the Taoist priest."

It was a heinous crime and it was the royal family. She directly brought out the two mountains of morality and imperial power to put pressure on Xuanqing.

Taoist Master Xuanqing remained calm and calm, but asked instead: "This female lay practitioner, how old do you think this poor Taoist is?"

Mu Lingxi was a little confused, but she still replied: "Looking at the Taoist priest's face, he should be 80 years old."

Taoist priest Xuanqing stroked his gray beard and said with a smile: "It's high."

"70?"

Taoist priest Xuanqing smiled and shook his head.

Mu Lingxi raised her eyebrows: "60?" She didn't expect that Taoist Master Xuanqing would look so old. When she said 80 just now, it was rare to say 80. Judging by the other person's appearance, some people would believe him even if he said he was 100 years old.

Unexpectedly, Taoist Master Xuanqing continued to shake his head: "It's still high."

Mu Lingxi was a little surprised: "50?"

"49." Taoist priest Xuanqing reported his age. Looking at the doubt on Mu Lingxi's face, he explained: "Fortune-telling is to reveal the secrets of heaven, which will shorten your life. Pindao is the best example. He is obviously only 49. You are 100 years old, but you behave like a centenarian, so it’s not that I don’t want to help you, it’s that I have more than enough ambition but not enough energy.”

"This..." Mu Lingxi didn't know what to say for a moment. She couldn't let people risk her life to tell fortunes. Although she had never met Taoist Xuanqing, she had heard it in the imperial capital. Living the legend of this strange man, being summoned by the royal family, and being sought after by countless nobles, this kind of person is not afraid of threats.

Sikong Zhen seemed to have grown accustomed to the strangeness, and said directly: "Taoist Priest, please give me a price."

Taoist Master Xuanqing immediately showed agility befitting his age and quickly stretched out a finger: "One hundred million."

Mu Lingxi: "......"

Sikong Zhen nodded calmly: "Okay."

"I haven't finished yet. One hundred million plus an extraordinary material - Eight-leaf Fenglan. Pay first and then deliver the goods. In addition, if the calculation cannot be completed, the money will not be refunded." Taoist priest Xuanqing rattled off a series of demands. He said it like a gun.

Mu Lingxi: "......"

If it weren't for Sikong Zhen, the golden strongman's certification, she really suspected that the Taoist Xuanqing in front of her was a liar.

"Okay, I'll go back and prepare. I'll come with money and Eight-Leafed Orchid at this time tomorrow. I'll trouble you then." Sikong Zhen said calmly, and left with Mu Lingxi.

As soon as she left the Taoist temple, Mu Lingxi couldn't help asking: "Master Sikong, one hundred million is too much, right? And the Eight-Leafed Orchid is also very rare..."

"If you didn't say before that the royal family had issued a death order, perhaps ten million would be enough."

Mu Lingxi was speechless again. She couldn't remember how many times she was speechless. It turned out that this damn old Taoist priest was still asking for a higher price. The more anxious you are, the higher his price will be.

"As long as the seven deadly sins can be caught, a little effort is worth it. By the way, let the Law Enforcement Bureau reimburse this money, so let's say two hundred million." Sikong Zhen said lightly, as if he was talking about an insignificant little thing.

Mu Lingxi: "..."