This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

"Taoist Temple...what a strange name."

Cang Que muttered something to himself, then went inside as well.

As soon as you step into the temple gate, you are greeted by a strong smell of incense.

However, the smell of incense was not unpleasant; on the contrary, it gave Cang Que a sense of peace and tranquility.

He subconsciously looked up and saw Wang Jingshu kneeling respectfully in front of a statue of a deity, performing a rather complicated ritual of worship.

Cang Que looked up at the statue, his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but think to himself:

"Who is this?"

The moment his gaze met that of the statue, he had an absurd feeling that the other party was a living person.

It was clearly a clay sculpture, yet it gave Cang Que the illusion that the other party could see right through it.

For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe, and he became more cautious in his every move.

Cang Que entered the temple and, imitating Wang Jingshu, also began to bow.

Wang Jingshu glanced at him and smiled:

"You don't need to learn my worship ritual; just worship like the other worshippers..."

Cang Que asked in confusion upon hearing this:

"Why? Is there a difference?"

Wang Jingshu stood up, looked at the statue, and said:

"I worship the Taoist tradition, and I worship my revered teacher."

Cang Que was taken aback, looking at the statue in disbelief and asking:

"You mean...he's your master?"

Wang Jingshu smiled but did not answer. Instead, she walked to the temple keeper who was distributing incense to worshippers and greeted him with a Taoist bow.

"Greetings, layperson."

The temple keeper, You Tian, ​​seeing that Wang Jingshu possessed an extraordinary temperament and appearance, and that her aura was somewhat similar to that of the immortal he had encountered years ago, dared not be negligent and quickly returned the greeting:

"Very polite, very polite..."

When Wang Jingshu saw that his gesture of returning the greeting was the Daoist Yin-Yang formula, she became even more respectful to the old temple keeper.

"I am Jinghong, a disciple of Taoism. I would like to ask you, layman, who built this Taoist temple? And why is it named Taoist Temple?"

Upon hearing Wang Jingshu refer to herself as "this humble Taoist priest," Old Man Tian was suddenly startled.

"You...you and Master Li are from the same school?"

Wang Jingshu smiled and shook her head, saying:

"Forgive me, the Taoist priest Li you mentioned should be my master, the one enshrined in this temple."

Old Man Yutian was shocked, his eyes flashing with excitement, and he instinctively knelt down to pay his respects.

Wang Jingshu grabbed him and shook her head, saying:

"No need for such a formality, please rise..."

Arita exclaimed in delight:

"So it is a disciple of an immortal in person! I am but a mortal with limited vision, and I have failed to recognize you. Please forgive me..."

Cang Que, standing to the side, was already deeply shocked.

He glanced back at the statue and was surprised to find that it was Wang Jingshu's master.

He was very curious about what kind of person would be worshipped and treated as a god.

Old Man You Tian recounted the origins of the temple, and Wang Jingshu sat quietly listening. Cang Que suddenly noticed that when this peerless woman, who had always been detached from worldly affairs, listened to this mortal recount his past, a hint of pride appeared in her eyes.

"Master Li, it seems my Qingyun Sword Sect managed to escape a calamity back then..."

Cang Que suddenly sighed in his heart.

After all, in his view, the person who could be Wang Jingshu's master could not possibly be an ordinary earth immortal.

The Qingyun Sword Sect almost fought to the death with such a person, but in the end, they did not suffer too much loss, which can be considered a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

After listening to Old Man Youtian's words, Wang Jingshu silently got up, walked to the entrance of the temple, looked up at the plaque, and said:

"My master, Li Daoxuan, is the Xuanhuang Dao Ancestor and the Taiyi Zhizhen Dao Xuantian Venerable."

"Since this is a temple dedicated to him, it is only right that a part of his legacy be preserved here."

After saying that, Wang Jingshu raised her hand and waved it, and the three words "Taoist Temple" disappeared, replaced by the three words "Taoist Ancestor Temple".

And there is a withdrawal record—a letter left by disciple Jinghong Daojun.

Upon witnessing this miraculous scene, Old Man Youtian's eyes welled up with tears, and he exclaimed excitedly:

"Alright, alright, from now on we'll go to the Taoist Temple."

Wang Jingshu smiled, flipped her palm, and three scriptures appeared in her palm: the Tao Te Ching, the Qingjing Jing, and the Huangting Jing.

He handed the three scriptures to Arita Michi:

"These three scriptures were written by the Dao Ancestor and are the supreme Daoist teachings of our school."

"Since you are in charge of this Taoist temple, you should learn some Taoist practices."

"I hope you can pass on this method, help people, and cultivate the righteous path."

Old Man Youtian stood there stunned, feeling as if an immense blessing had fallen upon him.

He was about to express his gratitude when he suddenly looked worried and said:

"But Immortal Master... I... I can't read..."

Wang Jingshu smiled slightly and said:

"What's the big deal? I'm not passing on my teachings to you so you can hide them away and only see them yourself. You can have others teach you..."

Arita was overjoyed, and knelt down, kowtowing as he held the books, saying:

"Thank you for bestowing upon me the Daoist teachings, Immortal Master. I will surely guard the Daoist Temple for the rest of my life..."

Wang Jingshu nodded and turned to leave.

Cang Que looked at the three scriptures in Old Man You Tian's hand with disbelief, hesitated for a moment, and then chased after Wang Jing Shu.

Upon leaving the Taoist Temple, Wang Jingshu immediately summoned the divine dragon and used the Dragon Leap Technique to fly towards Tianxiang City.

Throughout the journey, Cang Que always seemed to want to say something but then stopped himself.

Wang Jingshu saw through his thoughts and asked:

Ask whatever you want.

Cang Que gave an awkward laugh.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little curious. The book you gave that old man earlier... is it really the supreme Taoist cultivation method of your sect?"

Wang Jingshu nodded and said:

"Of course it's true. Those books are the foundation of our Taoist internal alchemy practice."

A look of disbelief gradually appeared in Cang Que's eyes.

"So...you just handed over such an important secret manual to...a farmer so easily?"

Wang Jingshu naturally understood what he meant, so she was not surprised by Cang Que's shock.

"He is a farmer and also a follower of Taoism, so he is naturally qualified to learn Taoist practices."

Wang Jingshu paused for a moment before continuing:

"Let alone him, even if it were a completely unrelated person, as long as they were willing, our Taoist sect would not hold onto these scriptures. On the contrary, we hope that people all over the world can come and learn them."

"Although those scriptures were compiled by my master, the great path of Taoist cultivation never belongs to any one person or any one sect, but to all living beings in this world."

"My master said that he was just a middleman, a messenger."

"What should not be easily passed on is the technique, not the principle."

The shock that Cang Que felt was beyond words.

He had never heard of any sect that would give away its core secret techniques to unrelated people without reservation.

Which family doesn't hold onto those secret manuals tightly, treating them like their lifeblood?

What kind of sect is this gate?

"What? You want to learn too?"

As Cang Que was pondering, he suddenly heard Wang Jing Shu ask a question.

Cang Que looked up in surprise, a sense of anticipation rising in his heart.

"Can...I do it?"