Xuanyuan Qingfeng's group entered Yunjin Mountain and chose a secluded path to search for spiritual items. Apart from the young phoenix of the Song family and the young man with the saber, the Xuanyuan family also had a dozen or so elite retainers. Mount Longhu was the ancestral home of Taoism, so naturally, no one dared to cause trouble here. Xuanyuan Qingfeng was born in a martial arts family, so his foundation was not bad. However, it was still difficult for him to walk along the rocky beach. Song Keli, the well-read Confucian scholar, was unexpectedly relaxed and leisurely. He stepped on the rocks and crossed the stream with great agility, as if he had returned to his original state after practicing superior internal strength. This made the young sabersman stop looking down on him and carefully observe him with cold eyes.
They walked for four hours before they realized it. Xuanyuan Qingfeng was looking for three spiritual items. First, the giant salamander. Giant salamanders weren't rare, but the horns on the forehead were. The second was the red-backed salamander, and the third was the black-footed snow civet. The latter two were relatively easy to find, but the giant salamander was hard to find. According to the ancient books, the salamander would grow horns if it lived for a hundred years, and in another five hundred years, it would transform into a mountain flood dragon. Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't expect to find it in one go, but she had already searched the mountain dozens of times.
While resting on a rock, Song Keli looked at the sky and smiled. "Miss Xuanyuan, if we don't go back now, we'll have to spend the night on the mountain."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng nodded. They didn't get much from this trip, only catching a few salamanders. As for the black-footed snow civet, they didn't see any of them. This was reasonable. These little guys usually only appeared at night. They looked like foxes, but they had a natural musk. They would be the best if they were made into boudoir sachets. However, the process of collecting musk was very bloody and cruel. Xuanyuan Qingfeng played with the cute salamander in the glass bottle, thinking that it was time to go home. At this moment, the silent young swordsman squinted his eyes and looked into the depths of the forest. "Another five miles."
Song Keli smiled gently and didn't say anything. Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at the swordsman who spoke confidently. She remembered her father saying that this swordsman's intuition was rare. She thought about it and nodded. "Then let's go another five miles."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't forget to look at Song Keli. "Young Master Song, how is it?"
"I can still walk." Song Keli smiled.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood up and took a deep breath before leading the way.
When Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to turn around and leave the mountain, he saw a small green pond in the distance. Although the pond was not big, it was obviously very deep. What was even stranger was that there was a middle-aged Daoist sitting cross-legged beside the pond with his back facing everyone.
Song Keli furrowed his brows. The young swordsman, swordsman, sneered..
Xuanyuan Qingfeng wasn't worried that bad people would appear in Mount Longhu, not to mention that the dozen or so people around her were all powerful. She was even more at ease. She lightly leaped over a few large rocks in the stream and came to a stop near the small pond. Only then did she see that the Taoist wearing the Mount Longhu Taoist robe had an ordinary face. The robe was sewn and could only be considered simple and clean. It wasn't the humble yellow and purple that could best show off the identity of the Taoist Master's residence. Xuanyuan Qingfeng was meticulous. When she leaped onto the bluestone with the clear spring, she deliberately increased her pace. However, the middle-aged Taoist didn't notice it immediately. The Taoist was focused on the pond. He held a bamboo fishing rod in his hand, as if he was fishing. The bamboo pole was long enough to sink into the pond. It wasn't like those distinguished scholars who were deliberately mystifying. Xuanyuan Qingfeng was really tired of those scholars who fished for fame. If this Daoist threw out his fishing rod but didn't have any bait, with Miss Xuanyuan's temperament, she would definitely give him a good beating!
There was a bamboo basket next to the Taoist, in which several fragrant Vermilion fruits were placed.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled. "Did I disturb your fishing?"
The middle-aged Taoist smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry. You won't disturb the fish I'm trying to catch."
Song Keli glanced around and sat down before asking in a warm voice, "May I know what you're using as bait? How deep is this pond? "
The young swordsman was already holding the handle of his sword.
Even Xuanyuan Qingfeng could sense the killing intent of this boorish man, who was expected to compete with Gu Jiantang in the future.
He was always straightforward when he set his mind on something. He was like this when he went to Mount Hui, and he was still like this when he met her. Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't do anything about it.
The middle-aged Taoist didn't seem to sense the killing intent. He pointed at the bamboo basket and gave the first answer. "I don't know how deep this pond is, either."
Song Keli was still polite and polite on the surface. "May I ask what you're trying to catch?"
The Taoist didn't hide anything and told the shocking truth in an indifferent tone. "It's a giant salamander. It once swallowed an item, and I want it back."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked tentatively, "Are you trying to catch that giant salamander?"
The middle-aged Daoist was truly ignorant of worldly affairs. He nodded and said, "Yes."
The young swordsman sneered. He was also straightforward and was about to draw his sword. He didn't draw his sword, but once he did, there would be blood. He didn't care if the Taoist sensed his killing intent.
I have a sword, which head in the world can't be cut off?!
The Taoist sighed and put down the bamboo pole. He glanced at the bamboo basket and turned to smile. "I can't catch it this year. There are a few fruits left. If you don't think they're dirty, they can satisfy your hunger and thirst."
Song Keli smiled but didn't say anything.
The young swordsman, who had inexplicably loosened his grip, casually sat down and grabbed a wild fruit, handing it to Xuanyuan Qingfeng first. She shook her head, so he directly tossed it into his mouth. There were still three or four left in the basket, so he swallowed them all.
The middle-aged Taoist smiled.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked, "Which Taoist temple do you cultivate in?"
The Taoist shook his head. "I'm like a lonely ghost. I don't have a place to stay. Fortunately, the Taoist ancestral court can accommodate me."
Song Keli suddenly asked, "There's something I don't understand. Please enlighten me."
The middle-aged Taoist nodded. "Please."
Song Keli waved his sleeves and sat down, as if he wanted to discuss Taoism with the Taoist. He said in a deep voice, "My father once said that Buddhism is gold, Taoism is jade, and Confucianism is food. Although gold and jade are expensive, they don't make a lot of money. However, the world is like a person's body. One can't go without food for a day. "
The middle-aged Taoist interrupted in an old-fashioned tone. "It's okay to go without food for a day. You won't starve to death."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was dumbstruck, and he was greatly disappointed. How could there be such an unreasonable debate? The Daoist priest's immortal bearing that was born from fishing for the great flood dragon salamander in the deep mountains was completely swept away.
The swordsman laughed.
Song Keli was good at maintaining his composure and wasn't angry at all.
Fortunately, the Taoist added, "But if you go without food for a long time, something will happen."
Song Keli continued calmly. "My father admits that there's a difference between good and evil, but denies that there's a difference between the three sects. What do you think?"
The middle-aged Taoist nodded. "Good."
Song Keli's face became more serious. "But my father is afraid of the undecided struggle between righteousness and profit. He only dares to publicly say that the three sects' purpose is to find a way out for the people. He says that Confucianism can't be Confucianism, Buddhism can't be Buddhism, and Immortals can't be Immortals if they don't follow this path. Regardless of the three sects, as long as you do good deeds and are loyal to humanity, you won't be far from the Great Way. "
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