My Optimized Immortal Life

Luoxia Mountain is located near a mortal city in Luo Yun Mansion, but there are very few mortals coming and going because the officials in the city have ordered that people living near the mountain are not allowed to approach the mountain. Therefore, the mortals living near Luoxia Mountain only know that there is a Taoist temple called Qingsong Temple on the mountain, but no one has seen it with their own eyes.

On the hillside of Luoxia Mountain, on a steep cliff, there is a prominent Taoist temple.

It is said to be prominent because the Taoist temple covers a very large area. The entire edge of the cliff is surrounded by the temple, standing majestically between these natural dangers. If you look closely, you can see a narrow path on the cliff leading to the Taoist temple.

This path is extremely narrow and steep, and only people who walk in the mountains all year round can travel easily. However, for the "immortals" in the Taoist temple, it is as easy as walking on flat ground.

Following the path up, you'll find the gate. The plaque above it bears the words "Qingsong Temple," a powerful and imposing expression of divine power. On either side of the gate stand two waist-high coiled dragon pillars, each bearing a coiled dragon, its head facing the gate. This looks quite majestic. It's unclear whether these pillars were a gift from the city officials or built by the Taoist temple itself.

In the main hall of the Taoist temple, there is a ten-foot-tall statue of a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest is wearing a Taoist robe, has an ethereal face, and holds a whisk in his hand. In front of the statue, Qingsong Sanren is worshiping the statue.

After inserting the incense in his hand into the altar, Qingsong Sanren was about to lower his head, but suddenly raised his head and looked outside the temple gate with a frown. Then he turned his head to look at the Taoist statue, thought for a while, walked forward, took down the whisk, and held it in his hand.

Only then did he discover that there was a faint glow on the whisk, revealing a mysterious aura. It was obviously a rare and top-grade magical weapon.

Only after Qingsong Sanren took the magic weapon in his hand did he breathe a sigh of relief and turned to walk out the door.

Outside the door is a square paved with bluestone slabs. Banyan trees stand at the four corners, casting shade on the sun and leaving wide shadows on the stone slabs.

At this time, Qingsong Sanren looked up into the sky with a rare solemnity on his face.

Flying...flying...magic weapon!

As Qingsong Sanren's sight reached, above the wide square, a wide green leaf was hanging in the air, with a figure standing on it. The sunlight scattered from behind the figure, unknowingly bringing a strong sense of oppression to Qingye Sanren, even though the magic power fluctuations on that figure were not as strong as his.

"My dear fellow Daoist, I am Xuanqing. My sudden visit has disturbed your quiet cultivation."

The green leaf magic weapon gradually fell as the figure on it spoke, revealing the figure's face in front of Qingsong Sanren.

The man had an ordinary appearance, was wearing a long robe and had a cloth bag hanging around his waist. It was Chen Qing who came here to investigate the situation.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanqing, you are too polite. I wonder what brings you here?"

Qingsong Sanren stood where he was, without moving, but tried to test it out.

Chen Qing landed and put away the Qingye magic weapon. He then said with his hands behind his back, "I have been traveling around Song Country and recently arrived at Luoxia Mountain. Suddenly, there was an invasion by the demonic sect, so I wanted to find a place to stay here. I also heard that there is a Taoist temple here. I thought it must be the place where a Taoist friend lives in seclusion, so I came to visit. Now I see that it is indeed the case."

Qingsong Sanren looked at Chen Qing for a few times. He didn't believe what Chen Qing said at all. Although the invasion of the demonic sect was indeed true, you, a casual cultivator, didn't seek refuge in a sect, but ran to this remote place like this? I'm afraid you are the invading demonic sect!

At this moment, several young men in Taoist robes appeared in the right corner of the square. It seemed that they were attracted by the movement of Chen Qing's Qingye magic weapon.

This was also what Chen Qing intended. When he was above the Taoist temple, he no longer concealed the spiritual fluctuations of the Qingye magic weapon, allowing the aura of the medium-grade magic weapon to spread, just to lure out all the cultivators in the Taoist temple.

"Master! Who is this person?"

The young men looked at Chen Qing, who was a head taller than them, with seriousness and vigilance on their faces. Some of them even quietly took out weapons from their arms.

Chen Qing took all of this in without commenting. These teenagers were quite alert, but they posed no threat to him.

After all, the one with the highest cultivation here is only at the first level of Qi Refining, which is close to perfection. He probably can't even cast spells and can only rely on the mortal weapons in his hands.

"These disciples of yours are quite good."

Chen Qing continued to look at Qingsong Sanren and said calmly.

"You are too kind, fellow Daoist. I no longer participate in the affairs of the Immortal Cultivation World... Mu Yu, quickly put away your weapons."

Qingsong Sanren first answered Chen Qing, then looked at the young men and scolded them.

"Master..."

Among the young men, one who looked a little older hesitated for a moment, then put away his weapon.

At the same time, seeing that his senior brothers had put away their weapons, the other young men also put away their weapons. Then, the young man called Mu Yu led a group of young men and quickly came to Qingsong Sanren.

Chen Qing just watched silently and did not stop them. He originally came here to inquire about the situation and was not planning to take action. Although he could easily deal with Qingsong Sanren and the others if he took action, Chen Qing was not a murderer and would not do such evil things.

"Fellow Daoist Qingsong, since I'm here to visit you, why don't you come in and talk?"

At this point, Qingsong Sanren could naturally see that Chen Qing had no ill intentions, at least on the surface. He just didn't know why the latter came here, and he had no excuse to drive him away, so he had no choice but to answer with a stiff upper lip.

"Then please come in and have a chat."

Chen Qing nodded happily, and under the gaze of Qingsong Sanren and his disciples, he walked leisurely into the main hall, as if he was walking back to his home.

After Chen Qing walked in, Mu Yu, who was beside Qingsong Sanren, looked at him and said solemnly, "Master..."

But before Mu Yu could finish his words, Qingsong Sanren shook his head and walked into the hall.

Seeing this, Mu Yu didn't say anything more, but just lowered his head silently and followed Qingsong Sanren.

At this time, Qingsong Sanren was also feeling quite helpless. He knew what Mu Yu wanted to say. He was simply trying to keep Chen Qing here by relying on the advantage in numbers. Qingsong Sanren very much agreed with this idea. According to the rules of the Song Dynasty's immortal cultivation world, casual cultivators like them who were hidden in the mortal world were to withdraw from the entire immortal cultivation world and were not allowed to participate in it anymore. In return, people in the immortal cultivation world were not allowed to disturb these casual cultivators.

Although this rule is useless for those with high cultivation, those cultivators who have established their foundation or have perfected their Qi training also look down on them. Therefore, independent cultivators like Qingsong Sanren, except for accepting disciples and passing on their skills, basically do not encounter other cultivators on a daily basis. Once they meet, it is likely to be dangerous. That's why he took off his whisk when he noticed Chen Qing's arrival, just in case.

As for now, he is still unclear about what Chen Qing, the uninvited guest, is planning, but it is better not to have a head-on conflict, otherwise, several of his disciples will probably die.

Thinking of this, Qingsong Sanren couldn't help but look back at the disciples behind him, and his hand holding the whisk tightened.