Passing on the merits will be returned a thousand times, and the teacher will teach him everything

Su Xuan's face showed admiration, and he said approvingly: "I didn't expect that you are young, but you have been to many places."

Qi Lin touched the back of his head shyly, and said modestly: "Master's praise is ridiculous, it's just forced by life."

When the master and apprentice arrived at Qingyang Town, it was getting dark.

But there are still a lot of pedestrians in the town, and the clothes look like today is a special festival.

Qi Lin stopped a passer-by and asked politely, "Brother, why is Qingyang Town so lively today?"

The elder brother looked at the two of them and asked with a smile, "Are you two from outside?"

Qi Lin nodded.

"That's no wonder. Today is the annual Autumn Lantern Festival. Every year at this time, people in the town will dress up to celebrate the harvest of the year." The elder brother said eloquently: "A sacrificial ceremony is being held in the square now. You can go and see , it is said that there is a chance to be instructed by the immortal."

Qi Lin glanced at Su Xuan after listening.

At this moment, Su Xuan seemed to be immersed in some kind of memory, and he was constantly whispering something in his mouth.

Qi Lin was not easy to interrupt, so he thanked the passer-by and waited beside him.

Not long after, Su Xuan sighed, and when he came back to his senses, he found Qi Lin was staring at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qi Lin shook his head and said, "I don't want to disturb Master's thinking."

Su Xuan smiled awkwardly and asked, "Want to go see the priest?"

Qi Lin nodded vigorously, and said excitedly: "I want to go! I want to go!"

"It is said that a young monk came to this place decades ago. At that time, this place was not called Qingyang Town..."

Su Xuan walked towards the square while talking, and the scenes of the past came into his mind as his mind was scattered.

Decades ago, he and his eldest brother traveled here, and saw that the people here were oppressed by a group of rogue cultivators all year round, living in dire straits, so they helped them get rid of those evildoers.

It was the Autumn Lantern Festival that day, and the eldest brother brought the leader of the villain, Yufeng, to kill him in front of the common people.

It is also for this reason that he was regarded as a fairy by the people here, and even gave the town a new name after his name.

This is where the name of Qingyang Town comes from.

When Su Xuan told these stories to Qi Lin, he didn't mention that the immortal was his eldest brother, and he was not very willing to reveal some things to others, even his own apprentice.

Qi Lin followed and listened with great interest. Although he had been to Qingyang Town before, he rarely heard stories like this.

"Master, look, is that the young monk you mentioned?" Qi Lin asked, pointing to a huge statue about ten meters high in the square.

Su Xuan watched, the corners of his mouth raised involuntarily.

I don't know who sculpted this statue, but its figure and appearance are [-]% similar to the real Qingyang real person, which is really rare.

He clearly remembered that when he left, there were no portraits or other objects left behind, and the statue didn't seem to have a long history.

All kinds of tributes were placed in front of the statue, and an old man in sacrificial attire stood beside him making all kinds of strange gestures.

Su Xuan and Qi Lin were speechless, but the people kneeling and worshiping underneath were very pious.

"Kneel down quickly, you two, don't offend the immortal." Someone beside him reminded in a low voice.

After hearing this, Qi Lin immediately became nervous. What kind of identity is the master, and how could he kneel down again?

But he never expected that Su Xuan would actually kneel down after listening to the persuasion of others.

This scene made him unbelievable. Such a powerful elder of Xuanhuazong bowed down to a statue?
Then what is the status of this legendary Master Qingyang?

After the ritual of offering sacrifices to the old man, he stood solemnly in front of the people and began to speak.

"The real person of Qingyang has blessed the world and saved me and other mortals in danger. The real person once said that every autumn lantern festival, a person with good luck is selected to bestow immortal grace and protect our side of the land."

Su Xuan frowned silently, although time has passed, but he remembered that his elder brother had never said such words.

But when the elder priest asked someone to take out an object, he became a little confused.

In front of the altar was a jasper half the size of a palm. The jasper shimmered a little, and it looked unusual.

Su Xuan had seen this piece of jasper before, it was the belongings of Master Qingyang.

What's even more outrageous is that the few people who sent this thing exuded the aura that only monks have.

But he didn't remember that his elder brother left this thing when he left. Could it be that his elder brother came here again afterwards?

However, in his cognition, the eldest brother is not someone who likes to do things in public.

But if this is not the case, how can he explain clearly what he saw today?
Suddenly, a streak of light flashed across the sky.

A figure descended from the sky in front of the priest.

The man was dressed in black, his face was covered by a black cloth, and he was holding a three-foot long sword.

"Hand over Liuhuabi, otherwise..." He said this, the long sword in his hand was already on the priest's neck.

Several monks guarding Jasper and the common people underneath immediately became nervous.

This is the sacrificial ceremony of Master Qingyang, how dare someone want to snatch the jasper left by Master Qingyang in public?
"Who are you?" The priest said calmly without changing his expression.

The man in black didn't respond, but just stared at Jasper who was guarded by several monks not far away.

"If you do this, you won't be afraid that Master Qingyang will trouble you?"

The man in black laughed strangely, and said disdainfully: "Hahaha! Master Qingyang? How many years have you fools really believed that Master Qingyang is still alive?"

"Bold!" The sacrificial priest showed a fierce look on his face, regardless of the fact that his neck was being compared with a long sword at this time, "Reverend Qingyang is kind to the people, how can you say something to offend?!"

The man in black sneered, "How about I kneel down and beg for mercy?"

"You..." The priest trembled with anger, Master Qingyang is sacred and inviolable, this is more important than life in his heart.

Hearing the man in black's sarcasm, the common people were also furious, but since the priest was being held hostage, they could only choose to endure it at this moment.

But no one expected that this elder priest, who seemed to be over half a hundred years old, raised his hand to grab the blade regardless of his own safety.

Seeing this scene, the man in black instinctively took two steps back in a daze, and the long sword cut through the priest's neck.

A deep and long wound was shocking, and blood continued to flow out.

The priest's old face was losing blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was about to die.

But even so, he didn't show any fear, and just stared straight at the man in black.