Uncle Fu walked forward and opened the door directly.【】

There is a straight road paved with bluestone behind the door. There are grass on both sides of the straight road, but there are no fallen leaves. It is obvious that someone cleans it frequently.

Outside the grassland, there are several low wing rooms scattered together with the mottled red walls.

At the end of the straight road, there is a bronze tripod more than one meter high, with three legs and two ears, which contains Taoist charm.

In the cauldron, there is incense that has not been burned out, and green smoke is curling up.

Entering Qingshan Temple, Han Ze was suddenly in a trance. If it weren't for the occasional noisy whistle sound coming from the bottom of the mountain, Han Ze would have doubted whether he had failed to reverse time and came to a Taoist temple on the Source Star.

Han Ze has been to Qingshan Temple before, but he can be sure that the Taoism in Qingshan Temple was not so strong, otherwise he would not have such a feeling of being separated from another world.

"Is there really some old immortal living in the Taoist temple?" Han Ze smiled and then walked forward with Uncle Fu.

Arriving in front of the bronze cauldron, Han Ze also stopped and lit three pillars of incense.

Han Ze gave these three sticks of incense to his former friends.

Taoism believes in the Three Pure Ones, and in the main hall behind the bronze tripod, there are statues of the Three Pure Ones.

Perhaps few people in the world believe in the existence of Sanqing, but Han Ze is convinced.

Because Han Ze had fought against both Sanqing before, of course they were not acquainted without fighting. In the end, Han Ze and them became very good friends.

Later, Han Ze also asked the three people about the earth. However, although the three people tried their best to think about it, they still couldn't come up with any results. They said that there was a missing section in their memory and they could not completely recall the past.

When they came to the main hall, only three or two people were still praying to Sanqing.

On the platform in the center of the main hall is a sculpture enshrining the Sanqing Dynasty.

Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, Taiqing Daode Tianzun and Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, as the three supreme gods in Taoism, are not only richly recorded in the history of Taoism, but also have many legends in folk stories.

The Sanqing sculpture stands on the Taoist platform without any power. It looks extremely peaceful, as if it is integrated with the heaven and earth. However, after everyone sees it, they will feel a sense of awe in their hearts.

At this time, Uncle Fu also went to get three sticks of incense and bowed respectfully to the statue of Sanqing.

As a Taoist, Uncle Fu naturally knows the status of Sanqing.

Those who practice Taoism should have a sense of reverence for heaven and earth, but at the same time, they must have the determination to transcend heaven and earth. Otherwise, what else is there to cultivate Taoism?

In a sense, for a Taoist like Fu Bo, Sanqing is the incarnation of heaven and earth.

Han Ze also went to get three sticks of incense and put them in the incense burner under the Taoist platform.

Because in the past, Han Ze also received favors from Sanqing.

In the Sanqing Hall, except for Han Ze and Uncle Fu, all those who had offered incense earlier had already walked towards the back of the hall.

In Qingshan Temple, apart from the Sanqing Hall, the most attractive thing is the "Lingxu Terrace" behind the hall.

"Sir, let's go, I'll take you to see the master." Uncle Fu stood up and said.

"Yeah." Han Ze nodded.

But this time, Han Ze did not ask Uncle Fu to lead the way, but walked in front himself.

There is a small door on the left and right sides of Sanqing Hall. You can enter the back mountain through the right door, and you can exit the back mountain through the left door.

After passing through the small gate, there is a path paved with bluestones. Green pines and cypresses are planted on both sides of the path, giving it a leisurely ancient feel, tranquility and remoteness.

After passing through the ancient forest, the scenery suddenly changed, and a cliff appeared, a thousand feet high. Under the cliff was the vast Pearl Lake.

A hundred feet away from the cliff, there is a solitary peak, like a pillar growing out of a bright pearl. On top of the solitary peak, a four-cornered pavilion with flying eaves can be built, which is the "Lingxu Terrace".

From this trail to Lingxutai, there is only a rickety chain bridge.

The chain bridge was constantly swaying in the mountain wind.

At this time, those tourists who had entered Qingshan Temple earlier had already taken photos on Lingxu Terrace. Han Ze just glanced at it and stopped paying too much attention. He walked up the bluestone steps.

"Sir, have you been here?" Forbes asked.

Because Uncle Fu followed Han Ze all the way in, it seemed that Han Ze was very familiar with this place, as if he came here often.

"I came here once when I was a kid." Han Ze answered truthfully.

After walking up for a while, the field of vision gradually broadened. When I turned around, I could already see most of Yuncheng and a small half of Pearl Lake.

At the end of the stone steps, there was a wooden sign with the words "Tourists Stop" written in thick ink on it.

At this point, the path paved with bluestones suddenly turned left, and on the other side, there was another scenery.

Beyond the wooden sign, on a slightly flat area, there are several rows of white-walled and blue-tiled houses.

The blue-tiled house is surrounded by a stone wall. On the door of the wall, there are three words "Qingyunju".

"If it weren't for the fact that there is Yuncheng behind me, I really doubt that I have traveled through time." Uncle Fu smiled and said.

Han Ze also smiled slightly and agreed with Uncle Fu's statement.

Because this place has an ancient feel, far away from the hustle and bustle of modern cities.

It is hard to imagine that there is such a place outside the mountains of Yuncheng.

"Guest." At this moment, a little Taoist boy wearing a green shirt appeared at the door. He looked about five or six years old, with a wooden hairpin on his head, and saluted Han Ze and Uncle Fu.

"Master has been waiting for a long time, please come with me." said the little Taoist boy.

Xiaodao Tongsheng's lips are red and her teeth are white, and her big eyes are extremely pure, without any trace of urban atmosphere.

"Your master knows that we are coming today?" Uncle Fu was a little surprised, because he had never told the Taoist that he would come back again.

"Master just said that there will be guests coming to visit, but did not mention which guests they were." Xiao Daotong answered seriously, looking at Han Ze and Uncle Fu curiously with his big eyes.

"It seems that this person is a bit unusual." Han Ze suddenly became wary.

Because it has been many years, Han Ze has not encountered this kind of situation.

On the Source Star, there are indeed some people with magical powers who can predict some of the future.

But no one counted Han Ze because they didn't dare.

"What's your name?" After entering the courtyard, Han Ze asked the little Taoist boy.

"Master said, the name is just a title, you don't need to care about it." The little Taoist boy replied with a straight face.

In the yard, there were a few chickens running around happily on the ground, and a yellow dog lying in front of the threshold, half-squinting his eyes, enjoying the sun.

In addition, Han Ze saw a shirtless man chopping firewood outside the kitchen. When Han Ze and others came in, he smiled honestly at Han Ze.

In front of the central hall, there is a tea table with a pot of hot tea and three teacups on it.

At this time, there was still heat rising in the teapot.

Beside the tea table, a Taoist in yellow clothes sat.

"Master, the guest has arrived." The little Taoist boy saluted the Taoist in yellow.

"Thank you for your hard work, Qingfeng." The Taoist in yellow said, and then made a gesture to Han Ze and Uncle Fu to invite them to take a seat.

If you take a closer look, you will find that the eyes of the Taoist in yellow are a little strange. There are only two holes in the eye sockets, and the eyeballs have long since disappeared.

"Master, I'm going to do my homework." The little Taoist boy saluted the Taoist in yellow again, then picked up a woodcutter that was almost as long as himself and went out.

"I don't have good eyesight. I hope the two guests won't laugh." The Taoist in yellow said, "Mr. Han, I know that you once killed dozens of people on a moonlit night above Mingzhu Lake."

Han Ze had just sat down when the Taoist in yellow said this without any tact.
Chapter completed!