The middle-aged Taoist priest standing sideways with Zhao Qingshan, when he reached his mouth, was interrupted by the shouts of more than a dozen young Taoist priests. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the wooden cart, and said casually: "Be careful, this is the portrait of the ancestor, which will be used in the Dharma Assembly in two days!!"

"I understand, Master Master!" Among the more than ten young Taoist priests, someone responded with a loud voice, pushing the cart around it, like stars arching the moon, carefully pushing the cart towards the main hall, located diagonally opposite the Lingxiao Palace.

The middle-aged Taoist priest turned around and looked at the Lingxiao Palace behind him. Since the Zhengyi Palace was destroyed a few years ago, the rebuilt Zhengyi Palace has been placed diagonally opposite the Lingxiao Palace in order to facilitate the management of the Lingxiao Palace in normal times with the consent of the senior officials of Qingyun Temple in Longsushan.

It was from that time that the Lingxiao Palace was handed over to the Zhengyi Palace. The disciples of Quanzhen and Shenxiao Palace would only come to see each other occasionally and would not interfere in the management of the Lingxiao Palace.

At this time, the portrait that was transported on the cart was a portrait drawn by several old Taoists in Quanzhen Hall based on their memories for the Dharma Club that will be held in a few days.

Because the staff of Lingxiao Palace are noisy, the Dharma Assembly is held in the open space in front of the Lingxiao Palace, so the painted portraits are sent to the main hall opposite Lingxiao Palace for temporary storage.

The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't care much about this portrait of the ancestor. He shouted and warned him, and then turned his eyes to Zhao Qingshan again. But he found that Zhao Qingshan was looking at him with a smile.

For some reason, Zhao Qingshan's strange eyes made me feel a little embarrassed. The middle-aged Taoist priest coughed gently, balanced his inner emotions, and then said: "I'll introduce it again, I..."

"The head of the hall..." The middle-aged Taoist priest still had no chance to say all the words. The dozen young Taoist priests who were pushing a cart shouted in front of the door of Zhengyi Hall over there: "Where is this portrait?"

"It's better to put it in the side room in the hall." After they interrupted their words several times, the middle-aged Taoist priest became a little tired and turned around and said angrily. "Don't mess it up!"

Originally, the middle-aged Taoist priest just wanted to turn back and say this, and then continue to show off his identity and status to Zhao Qingshan, and then hoped that Zhao Qingshan would look respectful on his face.

But the moment he turned around, the dozen young Taoist priests had already worked together to lift the heavy wooden boards mounted with the portrait off the cart, and just aimed the side of the painting at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

This inadvertent action. The portrait of the ancestor on the wooden board was swept from the corner of his eyes. The middle-aged Taoist priest had no reaction at first, but just naturally swept the portrait.

But when he turned around and continued to face Zhao Qingshan, the two faces he saw one after another overlapped in his mind almost instantly... How could the ancestor in the portrait look so similar to this true cultivating demon immortal who came from a remote countryside?

The expression on his face was dull for a moment. The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Zhao Qingshan in surprise. Without saying a word, he turned his head and shouted to the more than ten young Taoist priests who were planning to carry the portrait into Zhengyi Palace: "Wait a minute! Don't move!"

The more than a dozen young Taoist priests who had already carried the portrait to the gate of Zhengyi Palace. After hearing the middle-aged Taoist priest's shouts, they were all stunned and then stopped all the movements at hand.

Since the portrait was tilted, the middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't see it clearly. He looked at Zhao Qingshan in surprise and raised his hand and said, "Hold up the wooden board, don't lift it tiltly!"

The dozen young Taoist priests felt that this request was a bit inexplicable, but they had to listen to the middle-aged man's words, so they had to work together to erect the portrait.

Then, the middle-aged Taoist priest was really stupid because the original upside down portrait looked a bit similar to Zhao Qingshan. It was now standing upright. The similarity between the two immediately jumped from 50% to 90%!

The figures of the person in the portrait and the person beside him overlapped instantly. The middle-aged Taoist priest opened his mouth wide and looked at Zhao Qingshan blankly...

At this moment, Zhao Qingshan, who saw his portrait in Qingyun Temple, was actually a little surprised. He didn't expect that there were such amazing disciples in Qingyun Temple. After more than five years, they could still rely on their original memories to depict their image so vividly?

Looking at the portrait mounted on the large wooden board, obviously not being decorated with details, Zhao Qingshan felt a very strange feeling in his heart, just like... it was like he was not dead yet, but he had to run over to look at his portrait and send him off to his end?

"You..." At this moment, the dumbfounded middle-aged Taoist priest finally reacted a little. His eyes were even a little dull, and he wandered back and forth between the portrait and Zhao Qingshan a little stiffly. He subconsciously opened his mouth, but he didn't know where to ask.

Because at this moment, he had already remembered that the reason why he felt familiar when he saw Zhao Qingshan before was because Zhao Qingshan and the person in the portrait were so similar!

Some time ago, several elders from Quanzhen Palace worked together to paint portraits for Zhao Qingshan in Quanzhen Palace. He also went to Quanzhen Palace halfway and saw portraits that were only half-finished at that time!

At this moment, when he compared himself to Zhao Qingshan's real person, he became dumbfounded and left a thought in his mind. Who is this demon immortal in the world who is unknown? How could there be two such similar people in this world? Or is he actually not a demon immortal, but...

Unconsciously, the middle-aged Taoist priest swallowed a mouthful of water with difficulty, and even asked with a trembling voice: "You... may I ask you... where are you from the true cultivation, where are you practicing? What is the Taoist name?"

Zhao Qingshan had actually lost the mood to continue playing with them just now. At this time, he saw his portrait being pushed out and saw the shock on the face of this middle-aged Taoist priest who was just arrogant. How could he not understand the problem?

A shallow arc was outlined at the corner of his mouth. Zhao Qingshan didn't hide anything. He looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest with a smile, and said in a slight tone: "I am a name for Qingchengzi, who practiced in Qingyun Temple in Longsu Mountain. He was named Dengxian five years ago. Today I came back to see the former residence."

"Boom..." As soon as Zhao Qingshan said this, a thunder suddenly erupted in the middle-aged Taoist priest's mind. The rumbling thunder directly struck the person's face without blood, almost shaking!

Qingchengzi... These three words are definitely something that everyone wants to admire in the Qingyun Temple of Longsu Mountain. There are almost no old people who have seen Zhao Qingshan, but now Zhao Qingshan is back!

"I am called Qingchengzi, and I practice in Qingyun Temple in Longsu Mountain..." This sentence kept echoing in the middle-aged Taoist priest's ears, like a spell, making him lose his soul.

And the same thing, as soon as Zhao Qingshan said this, all the Taoist priests present, who heard his words, were stunned. What is this? Is this a god appearing? Or is this a master appearing?

At this moment, after Zhao Qingshan went up the mountain, Yu Jiang, who was left at the foot of the west mountain to deal with Liu Yifeng's problem, returned to the mountain with a heavy face, and slowly landed beside Zhao Qingshan, while controlling the fairy clouds.

Yu Jiang, who had also recovered his true colors, directly ignored the stupid Qingyun Temple disciples, walked straight to Zhao Qingshan, and bowed and said, "The Master of the Temple, Liu Yifeng committed suicide."

"Suicide?" After hearing this shocking news, Zhao Qingshan couldn't help but be stunned, and then asked: "Didn't I ask you to expel him from Qingyun Temple? How did he commit suicide?"

"I was planning to knock him away at that time, but who would have thought of him..." Yu Jiang didn't hide anything, and told Zhao Qingshan everything Liu Yifeng did at the foot of the mountain after Zhao Qingshan left, and added at the end: "I also wanted to stop him at that time, but he had reversed his magic power long before hitting the stone, causing the tendons and veins to break. Hitting the stone was not the real cause of his death!"

"The tendons and veins are broken? It's hard to save the Daluo Golden Immortal!" After hearing Yu Jiang's words, Zhao Qingshan didn't know what he was thinking for a moment. After all, he was a disciple of Qingyun Temple. It would be better to die on the battlefield than to break it on his own. Even if Liu Yifeng was wrong, he would not be punished to death!

So, what did Liu Yifeng figured out at the end, and why did he make such a decisive decision? After all, Zhao Qingshan just wanted to expel him from Qingyun Temple, but he had no intention of further holding him accountable. Why did Liu Yifeng die?

Yu Jiang might have seen what Zhao Qingshan was thinking, and she said from the side: "It may be that the master of the temple's decision to expel him from Qingyun Temple, ruining his pursuit. Once the obsession is cut off, it will be not difficult to understand how to seek death."

"Pursuit? Obsession?" Yu Jiang Wuxin's words stunned Zhao Qingshan.

But at this time, the middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly widened his eyes... Yu Jiang! In the years since Zhao Qingshan left, Yu Jiang often appeared in Qingyun Temple!

Yu Jiang came, and she even called Zhao Qingshan Guanzhu real person. Isn’t this saying...

His heart trembled. Without saying a word, the middle-aged Taoist priest knelt on the ground. With a tone of fear and fear, he kowtowed to Zhao Qingshan and shouted: "Qingming, the third-generation disciple of Qingyun Temple in Longsushan, see the ancestor!!!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest knelt down and shouted, and immediately responded directly to what Zhao Qingshan said before. The young Taoist priests went crazy on the spot...

The ancestor is back. The ancestor who has been away for more than five years has finally come back!!!

"The fourth generation (fifth generation) disciple of Longsushan Qingyun Temple kowtowed to the ancestor!!!"

A burst of shouts sounded from the top of Longsu Mountain, a kind of fanatical shout!! (To be continued.!~!
Chapter completed!