Yang Ling couldn't help but cry out for Lu Dongbin in the bottom of his heart, the golden body shrine of a pure yang real person with a jade tree facing the wind was now so cold, it can be seen that the years are really a pig-killing knife! Not only can they kill pigs, dogs, cows, sheep and mortals, but even immortals can't escape.

Yang Ling sighed, followed Daoist Xue around to the back of the shrine, lifted a thick wooden plank, and a secret passage was revealed under the shrine, Daoist Xue picked up a flashlight placed on the ground, turned it on and walked down with Yang Ling.

I don't know what age this dark room was built, it's not very tall but it's very spacious, it's no problem to stuff one hundred and eighty people casually, but people have to bend their waists inside, and there are messy things piled up everywhere inside, due to the age, it is filled with a strong musty smell, and many things have long been rotten, Yang Ling accidentally touched a wooden shelf, and the wooden shelf collapsed with a bang, and the things piled up on it were scattered all over the ground.

Daoist Xue covered his mouth and nose and said, "Yang Xiaoyou, be careful, I don't know that these things have been stored for hundreds of years, and many things are rotten!"

Yang Ling casually picked up an incense burner from the ground, looked at it and said, "This is the Xuande furnace of the Ming Dynasty, if you want to take it out, you can sell it for a lot of money?

Daoist Xue blushed and said: "When we are Taoist priests, what we originally asked for is peace, and worldly money is of little use to us, not to mention that this is something accumulated by the predecessors of the Eight Immortal Nunnery for generations, and it is considered the property of the Taoist temple, and we can't deal with it casually." ”

Yang Ling suddenly realized, although these things are indeed old and valuable antiques, but for the Eight Immortals Nunnery, which is now in the peak of incense, there is no shortage of money, so he looked around and found a better stove, so he casually threw the one on his hand to the ground with a "clang", and then picked up the other one and put it into the ring and said with a smile: "No matter how you say it, it is also an antique, I will unceremoniously get one back and put it at home as an ornament~!"

Daoist Xue nodded without paying any attention and pointed to the things in the dark room and said, "Yang Xiaoyou, look at it yourself, you can take it if you like it!"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Daoist Xue, didn't you say that this is the property of the Taoist Temple? Don't feel distressed if I take too much~!"

Daoist Xue shook his head indifferently and said: "It's all something outside the body, what's so distressing, these things don't even have a record, and ordinary Taoist priests don't have the right to come here." ”

Yang Ling then nodded and began to walk around the basement, and secretly turned on the detector, what surprised and excited him was that more than a dozen small red dots appeared on the detector, which made him excited, the thousand-year-old Taoist temple, the legend of the eight immortals, the background is really not ordinarily profound!

Then he pretended to be careless and looked around, many things here surprised him, not only antiques, but also high-value cultural relics, but the storage is not good or there is no custody at all, that is, it is thrown in a pile indiscriminately, many of them have been rusted and do not look good, which not only makes him shake his head and sigh again and again, it is a pity that it is a terrible thing!

He found a few scrolls in a porcelain tube, and pulled out one to open at random, but unfortunately the axis has long been decayed, the paper has been wet and sticky, and it has not been expanded, he just opened it and looked at it a few times, "poof", the painting scroll was broken into several pieces and fell to the ground, he shook his head regretfully and pulled out a volume, this time carefully unfolded, but it was still torn off the pasted paper, this is a landscape painting, although it is a long time, but it can still be seen that the style of painting is natural, the artistic conception is vast, the mountains and valleys are secluded, lonely and tragic, and a small seal is engraved with "Guigu Mountain People." A few words, he thought for a long time and didn't come up with such a person in history, but according to some of the knowledge of calligraphy and painting he had learned in archaeology, he also knew that this painting was definitely not painted by a person who set up a stall on the side of the road, and it should also be a famous person, so he said to Xue Daoshi: "Xue Daochang, do you know the origin of this painting?"

Daoist Xue took a flashlight and looked at it and said: "This is a painting of Fang Congyi of the Yuan Dynasty, he is also a Taoist priest of our Quanzhen Sect, and the people of Guigu Mountain are just his number!"

Yang Ling suddenly realized that he had heard of this Fang Congyi, but he looked at the somewhat damaged painting scroll and said: "Oh, the famous master! It's a pity, such a precious thing has been torn apart!"

Daoist Xue took a flashlight and shone it on the ground a few times and said, "The one that fell to the ground is even more famous!"

Yang Ling hurriedly jumped away two steps in surprise and asked in surprise: "Whose painting?"

Daoist Xue picked up a piece of shredded paper, which was stamped with the red seal of "Great Idiot Taoist", he pointed to the seal and said: "This is the work of Huang Gongwang, and it is also a Quanzhen Taoist priest in our Yuan and Ming dynasties, the common name is Lu Jian, I don't know if Yang Xiaoyou has heard of it?"

Yang Ling was so frightened that he jumped away a few more steps, looked at the old yellow piece of paper that was still stuck under his feet, and quickly took it off carefully, and even cried out in his heart, how could Huang Gongwang, the head of the four famous masters of the Yuan Dynasty, not know, so he squatted down and carefully put away the seven or eight pieces of shredded paper scattered on the ground, and folded it into the ring together with a piece in Daoist Xue's hand. Then he looked at the four or five scrolls in the porcelain tube, and he didn't dare to open it, so he simply took the porcelain tube together.

Yang Ling asked very strangely: "Daoist Xue, these calligraphy and paintings should have been left by the predecessors of your Taoist temple, how can they be said to be relics, why don't you take good care of them?"

Xue Daoist said indifferently: "Although these are also true Taoists, they are not from our Eight Immortals, they are all items after the exchange of predecessors, Taoism pays attention to all things natural, self-cultivation and self-cultivation, these things are just a foreign thing for us, if you like it, you will cultivate your self-cultivation, and if you don't like it, you will abandon it like a mustard, I am not good at this mouthful!"

Yang Ling stopped talking now, other people's things, why do you care so much? So he lowered his head while looking through his mouth and muttered a few words from time to time, occasionally picking out a ring and stuffing it into his own ring quickly, Xue Daoist was not surprised, the more Yang Ling took it, the happier he became, as long as he was satisfied with this little immortal, he might be able to reach the realm of earth immortals in one step, what kind of scenery should it be? Shrink the ground into inches and travel thousands of miles a day? Ling Bo flew with a small step against the wind? Thinking about it, he couldn't help but swing all over his body.

In less than half an hour, this dark room was searched by Yang Ling, and he said to Daoist Xue with satisfaction: "The things are not bad, you can find a few things and take them home to make an ornament, but if you want to ascend to the immortal in one step, these are not enough." ”

"I know, I know~!Please Yang Xiaoyou come with me~!" (To be continued.) )