My brother is so stable

He obviously didn't do anything.

Sighing from the bottom of his heart, Li Changshou asked the elder on duty in Baifan Hall: "Disciple, can I go and pay homage to the statue of the patriarch in the hall?"

"Of course," the elder said with a smile, "the statue of the patriarch is hung there for the disciples to worship, so just go.

Our Du Xian Sect belongs to the lineage of human education. Although there are many rules that you disciples must abide by, what you are actually pursuing is freedom from doing anything. You just need to respect etiquette and not offend the patriarch. "

"Thank you elder, the disciple understands."

Li Changshou answered with a rather solemn expression, then carefully arranged his robe and inner shirt, walked outside the round platform in the middle of the hall, and looked up at the portrait above.

In the portrait, an old Taoist whose face is blurred and cannot be seen clearly, sits on a green bull, with a precious light shining behind him.

This is the portrait that was written down when the Taiqing sage appeared.

The reason why the face is blurred is that no one dares to draw the real face of the saint. If he draws it, he will be known by the saint, and maybe he will be punished.

At that moment, Li Changshou first arched his hands forward, made a bow slowly, then took two steps forward, offered incense and offerings, then stepped back three steps, raised the hem of his Taoist robe, and knelt on the futon.

Du Xianmen had two deacons and an elder who happened to see this scene and nodded slightly.

Like this, disciples who would come to pay homage to the Patriarch in normal days are really rare.

After a while...

"Why is this disciple still kneeling there?"

"Sincerity leads to spirit. It should be to let the ancestor bless you, and the immortal road will be peaceful."

After a while, more than a dozen elders and stewards came out from various "partitions" in the main hall, looking at this side curiously.

"This disciple shouldn't be, has he encountered some difficulties?"

"We have eaten a lot of this disciple's spirit fish, do you want to ask and help?"

"Hey, if he doesn't come to take the initiative to ask for help, we shouldn't ask too much. Who doesn't have any troubles?"

After half an hour.

"Everyone go back, don't read too much.

This disciple just came back from the dusty world, probably because his mood was unstable, and he wanted to use this to calm his mind. "

The people around gradually dispersed;

The elders secretly thought in their hearts that later Li Changshou would come over to get the monthly payment and ask about cultivation, and secretly give him some benefits...

This disciple should have encountered a difficult problem, but the patriarch is 'that', how can he care about such a small disciple's trivial matter?

Finally, after Li Changshou worshiped for an hour, he slowly got up, feeling much more at ease in his heart.

To fight against saints, the only way is to hug the thighs of other saints!

This was the only way he could think of.

Even if there is a little attention from the sect because of this, under balance, I must come here to worship the leader of the Renjiao, so that I can have a little more sense of existence with the leader and his old man.

Due to the restrictions of the gate, it is not allowed to hang the portraits of the ancestors privately to worship, and the hanging portraits of the ancestors that can be found are here.

After leaving Baifan Hall, Li Changshou rode the clouds towards Xiaoqiong Peak.

In fact, after thinking about it, maybe I was worrying too much;

How could a dignified saint really put himself on the line to target the little fairy he taught alone?

After being sanctified, the apocalypse will not be destroyed, and what is to be fought for is face and religious luck.

But what if?

Saints, saints, adding the word "saint" before "person", doesn't that also mean that there is still "humanity"?

Of course, the saints were not human races born in ancient times. The three masters of the Taoist sect were transformed by the great god Pangu, and the other three were innate creatures with unknown roots.

In case those two bosses from the Western Church suddenly got the upper hand for some reason, they really have to know him like a small shrimp...

【Hey, are you the only kid who dares to make trouble? 】

The corner of Li Changshou's mouth twitched a few times.

It seems that in Little Qiongfeng's compound formation, it is necessary to create some formations to conceal the secrets of heaven!

However, the head of the Duxian Sect may not have the formation diagram of this type of formation, let alone the treasure materials needed to arrange it...

How difficult the world is.

Thinking in his heart, Li Changshou had already floated above Little Qiongfeng, and when he looked down, he saw Ling'e meditating under the tree.

'Actually, it's also a matter of probability, so let's practice with peace of mind. '

Li Changshou breathed out for a while, adjusted his state, and then slowly fell to the isolation formation below.

Soon, Ling'e under the tree cheered and rushed up in a few steps;

But Li Changshou made a silent gesture to her, signaling her to stand up obediently, and then walked to the front of the master's hut, saluted to the hut, saying that he was done and returned from the mortal world.

There were a few loud laughs from inside the room, Qi Yuan old Taoist encouraged Li Changshou with a few words, then continued to retreat, and opened the several formations outside the room again.

Master is at the critical moment of comprehending the Sutra of Inaction.

Immortal consciousness swept across, and the scenery of Xiaoqiong Peak was imprinted in my heart, and Li Changshou's uneasiness also faded a lot...

No matter what, practice still needs to be practiced, and life needs to be lived.

Although I have thought about it before, I will go to the South China Sea and smash my god statues;

But when I thought that my appearance would easily lead to more unknown events, I simply let it develop...

"Brother!"

Lan Ling'e blinked those bright eyes, raised her hands by her sides, flickered a few times like a baby bird fluttering, "Huh?"

Li Changshou straightened his face, "Come in with me."

Lan Ling'e shivered, and immediately put on a bitter face, lowered her head and followed her senior brother, and entered her hut in aggrieved manner.

Move the futon, put your legs together, sit on your knees, bow your head, make facial expressions...

The process is still very proficient.