In the Yuxian Temple's wall-covered courtyard, there are orioles singing from time to time. The ancient tripod stands in the courtyard with a solitary smoke. The incense is dark and gray. In the window, an old and young person is burning incense and drinking tea.
"Shi Jing, is the spiritual weapon safely enshrined?" The old Taoist held the tea cup in both hands, shook his head slightly and blew away the tea leaves in the cup, but he did not even leave his peripheral vision to the young man sitting opposite him. The boy is young, with a pale face but a smile on his face. Although his Taoist robe is simple, it does not conceal his elegance and elegance.
"Master, please relax. My disciple will burn incense before morning classes every day, and the offerings will be safe. Master, I care about you." The young man's voice was like the wind in early spring, with a sickly air. "All things have spirits, and they are called by emotions, and they are the destined ones, and it is the way back. When the emotions are destroyed, the destiny is destroyed, and the destiny is destroyed, the spirit is destroyed. If the spirit is not extinguished, this is where the destiny person's emotions are sent, and it can become a Taoist tool. Remember to take it back and enshrine it here." The old Taoist looked at Zhushi Jing with his eyes deeply, and his voice was solemn.
"You have been frail since childhood and have been careful in your work. Master can entrust this matter to you with peace of mind. When you become the master, you will be the Master of Jade Immortal Temple. Don't be sad." The figure of the old Taoist gradually faded away, leaving only the young man who was no longer the same as before.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
