I don’t know what kind of material this palace door is made of. It’s extremely special. It doesn’t look like gold, jade, or stone.

It's just not as laborious as expected, just a gentle push, and with a creak, the door of the main hall began to be slowly pushed open, without any dust falling, as if there were people in this door just a moment ago.

Clean carefully.

Countless years of vicissitudes of life seem to be just a story of a moment. It only happened yesterday and will only happen yesterday.

The palace door slowly opened, and a gentle light appeared in Chen Chao's eyes.

The main hall towers into the clouds, but who would have thought that right at the top is a piece of glass, so the inside of the main hall always looks like daytime, without any sense of cover at all.

When Chen Chao looked at the main hall, his first impression was that it was huge.

An extremely vast hall!

At first glance, this hall is even larger than the square outside.

If we just compare it with a single hall, I am afraid that even in the imperial city of the capital of God, there is no hall that can compare with it. In other words, such a sect hall, I am afraid that it is foolish to look at it.

None of the monks and sects outside may be able to compare.

Rongshan Sect must have been a huge sect many years ago.

Chen Chao stepped into the main hall and looked at the layout inside, feeling a little lost.

Soon, he walked deeper into the hall. He could see with the naked eye that there was a long passage on the other side of the hall. He didn't know where it led to, but Chen Chao felt that there might be him in that place.

something you want.

But at this moment, even he had almost forgotten that he seemed to be carrying a heavy object.

…

…

Before the white mist, Qingniu came slowly. When he saw the white wall, Qingniu stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then said slowly: "Master, the place you are looking for is right here."

The middle-aged Taoist sitting behind it took a look at the extremely dense white mist and asked: "After the white mist, is there still white mist?"

Qingniu was silent for a while, as if hesitating whether to say something, but after thinking about it, he still said: "These white mists are the formations of Rongshan Sect back then. At first, they were just to conceal the location of the sect. After all, it is a large sect."

, it shouldn’t be too ostentatious, but no one thought that it would become like this now. It seems that the formation has been disrupted. As for where the formation eye is, don’t look at me, I really don’t know.

, I was at best a monster guarding the mountain back then, not even the strongest one, so I really don’t know these secrets.”

It glanced at the middle-aged Taoist behind it with some worry, but when the big bull's head turned, it looked very cute and somewhat naive.

"But after the white mist in front of me, there is the real sect of Rongshan Sect. There should be no white mist anymore. But after so many years, I don't know what it will be like. I don't even know how such a sect can be."

When I was destroyed, I just slept for a while. Who could have imagined that so many years would have passed since I opened my eyes..."

Every time he mentioned this, Qingniu felt a little aggrieved. Although he was deceived by these people into going up the mountain, in fact, he later discovered that these people were not too bad, and apart from the fact that it could not leave here, there was nothing else

At that time, you could eat whatever you wanted, whether it was elixirs or fruits in the medicine garden, and the treatment was not bad at all.

But within a few years of such a day, it fell into a deep sleep due to gluttony on a spiritual fruit. When it woke up again, it saw the middle-aged Taoist.

That Taoist man exuded a powerful aura, and there was also an aura about him that made him feel extremely scared.

"Master, after going up the mountain, I will take you to the medicine garden first. If the elixirs there are not dead yet, they are at least fairy medicines."

Qingniu's eyes were shining. Taking care of the elixirs was naturally troublesome. Some elixirs were very delicate and required the monks to take care of them. If one mistake was made, the elixirs might wither and die. However, some elixirs did not need to be taken care of.

Just plant these things and let them grow on their own. The efficacy of the medicine will increase with the age of the medicine. After countless years, it will naturally become amazing.

The word "elixir" is now very difficult to find in the world. Each major sect may have one or two immortal elixir seeds, or elixirs being cultivated, but most sects' elixirs are probably still growing.

The stage is not fully mature. In other words, it takes a long time for the elixir to grow. Even if the monks planted it before the endless years, after the endless years, even if it matures, it will be eaten by those in the sect.

The big people picked it and ate it, but it was difficult to save it for later.

The middle-aged Taoist has now reached the realm of great freedom. He is a special existence among the monks in the realm of forgetfulness. It will not be easy to move forward.

If we can rely on the existence of fairy medicine, we can break through the shackles and take a new step.

Now the fairy medicine mentioned by Qingniu will naturally make the middle-aged Taoist excited.

The middle-aged Taoist took a deep look at Qing Niu and said calmly: "Don't have any other thoughts. If I find it, I won't treat you badly."

Qingniu hummed and said flatteringly: "Master, you will naturally enjoy the elixir. When the time comes, I will only need some fruits to quench my thirst."

The middle-aged Taoist didn't say anything, but just glanced at Qing Niu sitting next to him.

The green cow stopped talking nonsense and walked towards the white mist. Its two horns seemed to have opened the curtain and finally entered the white mist.

The middle-aged Taoist still held up his oil-paper umbrella, but as soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, his face became a little ugly.

Qingniu felt the middle-aged Taoist's mood swing for a moment, and asked cautiously: "What's wrong with you, Zhenren?"

The middle-aged Taoist holding an oil-paper umbrella looked at the sacred mountain in front of him. He did not speak immediately, but remained silent.

Qingniu said softly: "Real person?"

The middle-aged Taoist came to his senses and did not speak, but just looked in front of him.

Then he whispered: "Let's go."

He still held the oil-paper umbrella and didn't show much emotion.

The green cow mooed, a little cheerfully. It had been here many times, and now it came here again. It didn't seem like a long time, it just took a nap, then woke up, and came here again.

But when it set foot on the mountain path, it noticed the herbs on both sides of the mountain path and became even more happy.

It lowered its head to bite the herbs, just like an ordinary green cow.

There is no difference at all.

Be it yellow cattle or green cattle, they all need to eat grass.

Even the grass is different.
Chapter completed!