Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin: I Set Taboos in the Heavens

Chapter 290 Let my Taixuan Sect have one more saint!
When the Qishi Academy was bustling with activity, Fang Qing had already left.

He had originally planned to go back to the Qishi Academy, but now he changed his mind and decided to go outside to take a look.

As Fang Qing took a step forward, he arrived at a vast world.

He was walking on this land, and as he walked he saw a high mountain, and then he walked to that mountain.

"Life is like a dream, how long can it last? Life is full of worries..."

On the road in the high mountain, there was a woodcutter singing loudly, which was quite artistic.

Fang Qing took a step forward and came in front of the woodcutter.

"The song sung by this brother really has a certain artistic conception."

Fang Qing said with a smile.

"This Immortal Master has misunderstood me. I am just an ordinary person. How can I understand the artistic conception? I just listened to an old Taoist chant and took note of it."

When the woodcutter saw Fang Qing, nervousness showed on his face. He stopped in a hurry and saluted Fang Qing.

He saw Fang Qing coming from a great height, his whole body filled with a lively aura, as if he was the god of heaven and earth. He was obviously a man of virtue, so of course he had to salute him.

"An old Taoist priest?"

Fang Qing asked.

"Yes, there is a Taoist temple on this mountain. There is an old Taoist priest in the temple. The old Taoist priest is too old and seems to be sick recently. He is about to die."

The woodcutter spoke.

"Is that so? I'll go check it out."

Fang Qing glanced at the woodcutter's axe and flicked it lightly. A stream of Gengjin energy fell on the axe, which suddenly became extremely sharp. From then on, he could chop down wood with one blow.

"I'm afraid I'll harm you if I give you the source, so I'd rather enlighten your axe."

Fang Qing gave away a little bit of opportunity, took a step forward, and left here. The frightened woodcutter bowed hurriedly.

"I have seen the real immortal, I have seen the real immortal!"

The woodcutter was so shocked that he worshipped there for a long time.

At this time, Fang Qing had already reached a low hill.

There are no green bamboos or cypresses, nor any magical herbs or fields on this low mountain. There is only a dilapidated Taoist temple.

This Taoist temple looks like it has been built a long time ago, and it has a somewhat dilapidated feel.

When Fang Qing walked in, he saw an old Taoist priest sitting in the Taoist temple, who looked very old.

The old Taoist priest's body was hunched over, and he exuded an endless aura of death. It seemed that he would die in just a little while.

When Fang Qing arrived here, the old Taoist priest looked at Fang Qing and made a difficult sound.

"A young man is here. What do you want?"

Every word was extremely difficult, even more difficult than when King Jiang was writing it back then.

"I felt that there seemed to be a kind of Taoism here, so I stopped to take a look. I didn't want to run into the senior. The senior's health... didn't seem to be good."

Fang Qing looked at the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest was sitting on a broken cushion. The Taoist robe he was wearing was tattered. Even his whisk was tattered, making the old Taoist priest look nothing special.

But Fang Qing could feel that there was a kind of sacred meaning here, which was elegant but perceptible to him.

Holy will!

In other words, the old man in front of Fang Qing is an ancient saint!
Deep in the mountains, there is an ancient saint who is about to pass away. Even his body is filled with deathly aura.

If Fang Qingwan had come some time later, what he would have seen was the dead ancient saint.

There is a tree here, which looks at least four thousand years old. This means that this old saint has lived for four or five thousand years, and his life span is almost over.

Fang Qing's eyes were on the old Taoist priest. He really felt many differences. Being in the same Taoist temple with a contemporary saint, Fang Qing could sense the artistic conception.

"My body is indeed at the end of its life, but after living for so many years, I should have become indifferent to life and death."

The old Taoist priest spoke, his fatigue uncontrollably in his words. When he looked at Fang Qing, his face couldn't help but reveal a bit of shock. It seemed that he had not expected that he was about to die of old age, yet he could still see a peerless young genius who had stepped into the Xiantai secret realm at such a young age.

Could this peerless young genius be his chance?

Although I have seen through life and death, and am about to die, it would be better not to die if I can avoid it.

"Senior, your life span seems to have come to an end? I have some treasures here, and I hope I can help you."

Fang Qing spoke. Facing this saint, he stretched out his hand and sent out a Medicine King, some Three Lights Divine Water, and a little Divine Spring.

As for the divine fruits, Fang Qing didn't have any extra, but he got a lot of divine springs, all of which were given to him by Ye Fan.

"You... actually... have so many treasures. It seems that my life really doesn't deserve to end!"

When Fang Qing sent out so many treasures, the old Taoist priest's face showed a lot of shock. His emotions fluctuated violently. While sighing, he took the many benefits sent by Fang Qing and drank them all. His breath changed immediately. The original dead air was gone, and it was filled with rich vitality. His mind moved, and the countless forces between heaven and earth turned into terrifying thunder power, filling the void.

This is truly a saint!
He was about to die of old age, but now he has recovered.

Fang Qing had so many good things, such as the Three Lights Divine Water, which was a supreme treasure that Fang Qing had fished out. It could bring the dead back to life. It had saved the God King Jiang in the past, and here it saved the old saint again, adding many days to his lifespan.

And the sacred spring is a product of an ancient forbidden land. It is unique and can prolong life.

A treasure like Medicine King, one pill of which could increase life span by four hundred years, might be meaningless to the old saint. After all, Fang Qing felt that the old saint had lived for so many years and must have eaten Medicine King.

With a little chance, you should be able to eat Medicine King.

Fang Qing actually still has the elixir of immortality, but that elixir is still in Nirvana and has not been given away by Fang Qing.

Even so, it was enough for the old saint.

Under Fang Qing's gaze, the old saint really came back to life.

The old Taoist's eyes were full of emotion. He felt the majestic vitality, which made him seem to have returned to thousands of years ago. It was an incomparable wonderful feeling.

"I thought I couldn't bear it any longer, but then I met you. You are my destiny. I owe you a huge favor. If there is anything you need me to do, I will help you."

The old Taoist priest sat on the cushion and spoke with emotion. While speaking, he directly delivered many mysteries, which were all the supreme sacred methods he practiced.

One of them is called the Thunder Pill Refining Method, which is to refine the endless power of thunder between heaven and earth into a thunder pill. Taking it can greatly increase the strength of the physical body. Of course, it can also be thrown directly to fight the enemy.

In addition to the method of refining thunder into pills, the old man also displayed a supreme sacred method, which is the method of refining fire into pills. He condensed the endless mystery of fire according to the mysterious method and condensed it into a supreme fire pill. This fire pill can melt all Taoist magical powers and can also bring many benefits to the cultivator himself.

Fang Qing looked at these mysterious Taoist methods and was reminded of the Five Elements Pills of the Peacock King of the Yangshen Realm. They seemed to be somewhat similar to what this saint taught, but the true divine power was completely different.

As Fang Qing's soul was flowing, he saw the methods of making thunder pills, fire pills, water pills, gold pills, wood pills, and so on. It seemed that this old Taoist priest was very good at refining many great magical powers into pills.

These mysteries are also of great benefit to Fang Qing's own cultivation.

Fang Qing accepted them one by one.

The old Taoist priest asked Fang Qing to sit down.

An old man and a young boy sat down here.

The old Taoist saw Fang Qing's realm and was greatly impressed by Fang Qing's speed of cultivation. He also told his origins. His Taoist name was Tianhua Taoist. He had lived for many years and originally thought that he would die in the passing of time, but he did not expect to meet Fang Qing.

"The laws of heaven and earth in this era are changing. If you can survive, there is still hope that you can reach a higher realm. In the future, I am afraid that more saints will appear. I am very optimistic about you."

Taoist Tianhua spoke to Fang Qing, expressing his emotion that he had really been given a lifespan of several hundred years.

Who wants to die when they can live?
Especially in today's world, the laws of heaven and earth are changing. It is no longer like the past when the road was high and the practice was difficult.

"When I was traveling in Zhongzhou, I heard that one of the Nine Secrets was in a very ancient family. That family is called the Cai family. If you have the opportunity, you can go and give it a try."

The old Taoist priest talked about another thing.

"Is there anything else I can help you with? Do you have any enemies? I can help you destroy them."

The old Taoist priest seemed to really want to repay his gratitude, and asked Fang Qingdao directly.

"I have a few enemies, but I can handle them. My sect lacks sufficient strength. If you can help take care of one or two, I will be very happy."

Fang Qing said to the old Taoist priest.

"Your sect? Okay, which holy place is it?"

Taoist Tianhua was a little curious.

"Tai Xuan Sect in the southern region of the Eastern Wasteland."

Fang Qing replied.

"Tai Xuan Men, it seems... I haven't heard of it, but since you mentioned it, I will stay in Tai Xuan Men for a while. The land of East Wasteland has been very lively in the past years."

The old Taoist thought about it carefully, but still didn't remember the Taixuan Sect in the southern region of East Wilderness. He had lived to such an old age, and what he knew most about the southern region of East Wilderness were the Yaoguang Holy Land and the Huanggu Ji Family, in addition to those, there was also the Huanggu Forbidden Land.

As for Taixuan Sect, I have never heard of it.

But it didn't matter. Since this peerless genius from Taixuan Sect invited him to stay at Taixuan Sect for a while, he would just go.

"I am looking forward to seeing you again, and I really want to see you rise to great heights in the years ahead."

The old Taoist priest spoke to Fang Qing, and as he spoke, he waved his hand, and a domain gate led directly from Zhongzhou to the southern region of the Eastern Wasteland.

The old Taoist priest walked into the domain gate, and Fang Qing was the only one in the Taoist temple.

In the southern region, hundreds of miles away from Taixuan Gate, a domain gate opened and an old Taoist priest walked out.

With a quick glance, he entered Taixuan Sect and became an old man of Taixuan Sect.

(End of this chapter)