Qin Xiaotian walked out of the door of the tavern, drank another glass of white wine and sweated, and his heart was a little rippling. It was very windy outside, with a bit of an aura like frozen ice, and he put his hands in his pockets and moved forward. However, he was still dressed in a Demon Sect robe, and this bright color was very eye-catching.

The pedestrians on the road almost couldn't help but glance at him, and their faces were full of disdain and contempt. Don't be with these villagers, they despise the immortal cultivators of the Demon Sect. Because the disciples of the Demon Sect have already established a notoriety among many people of the Demon Sect, it is natural that they do not have a good impression of the disciples of the Demon Sect Cultivators, but they dare not offend them, so they can avoid them, and they will never have anything to do with them.

In front, there were four or five men and women, all of them were covered in thick robes, leaning around, and some of them were wearing hats on their heads, in order to shelter from the cold wind, carrying some fruits in their hands.

Qin Xiaotian followed behind them unhurriedly, he thought about it, these villagers carrying fruits in their hands in front of him must be going to the Xianyuan Temple Fair. If you follow them, you won't get lost, and you will be able to get to the place smoothly.

Sure enough, the four or five people in front of him crossed the bridge, and Qin Xiaotian followed, looking at the bridge, and faintly saw some lights shining. The Xianyuan Temple Fair is located on a small hillside, and some noise can be heard faintly coming from somewhere.

The bridge is a stone bridge, about a hundred meters away, there is a stone monument on the side of the intersection of the bridge, the stone tablet is engraved with dense names, the night is dark, and no one pays attention to it.

Qin Xiaotian walked past the fence, and the sound of rushing water came to his ears rhythmically, and in this cold and lonely dusk, the tranquility that lingered around him seemed a little lively.

The river under the bridge, in this cold winter, is a dark blue, deep and bottomless, and there are reefs exposed, which makes the river full of a strange atmosphere.

After crossing the stone bridge, it is a very dirt road, and the road surface is paved with some gravel, which is quite smooth.

After a while, Qin Xiaotian followed the five villagers to the foot of the Xianyuan Temple Fair. On the right side of the end of the road, climb a small slope and you will arrive at the Xianyuan Temple.

Take a look, a very wide open space, is a large temple, the entrance of the Xianyuan Temple is crowded, the river is endless, the lights are swaying, it seems a bit mysterious.

Qin Xiaotian followed the flow of people to the door, and after looking around carefully, he faintly felt that this fairy temple was full of a strange atmosphere, but he couldn't say why. In the huge hall, there are many men and women who kneel and worship, generally middle-aged and some old people and old women, and there are also children who have not yet reached adulthood.

On the tall altar, there was a white-haired monk sitting upright, with a calm expression and an upright body, looking like a fairy wind from a distance.

Qin Xiaotian came more or less with a little motive this time, wanting to see for himself how sacred the immortals in this immortal temple are? Since Pudu sentient beings, why do they still charge three gold coins and fruits from each villager, is it really a demon fake, and it is impossible to deceive here in the name of immortals?

In the Three Realms, there are many sects, but they are all good and bad, of course, more than half of the down-and-out immortal cultivators will be the majority, and there are only a few immortal cultivators who can really cultivate the immortal body.

Qin Xiaotian followed many villagers into the main hall, under the illumination of the light, he inadvertently glanced at the monk sitting on the altar, this person had an evil face, holding a high bun, wearing a demon sect robe, under the pale white thick eyebrows, a pair of eyes seemed to be closed one by one, about sixty years old. When the other party saw Qin Xiaotian coming in, his eyebrows frowned slightly, his eyes had already widened, and there was a kind of essence light flashing on his dark complexion.

At each end of the altar, there was a monk wearing a red robe, who should be a junior disciple who specialized in collecting fruits and gold coins.

The many immortal cultivators who knelt down on the podium suddenly opened their mouths and said in unison: "Please sprinkle immortal water for us, eliminate disasters and take refuge, and live forever!"

The corners of the old man's mouth on the altar rose slightly, and suddenly the dust in his hand was raised, and the dust in his hand waved forward, and suddenly raindrops fell on the bodies of many villagers. The old man suddenly spoke, "Okay, you will all live forever!"

Rise up, all of you, the next round! Many of the villagers who were kneeling on the poodee stood up and exited the entrance of the main hall before they could finish their lives.

At the entrance of the main hall, there were many people lined up in a long line. In this Xianyuan Temple, it usually ends at ten o'clock in the evening, and the day is divided into three hours, so you can imagine how strong it is!

This is unpredictable for many people, no wonder the inns in the town are crowded, just come here to let the old man sprinkle a few drops of so-called fairy water, is it really such a miracle?

Suddenly, the two monks standing under the altar said loudly: "In the next round, we will first offer fruits and three gold coins, and then kneel!"

More than a dozen villagers almost couldn't wait to take out three gold coins, and then each presented the fruit in their hands, looking pious, but Qin Xiaotian didn't pay anything, and when he saw a villager kneeling, he also knelt on the podium.

After many villagers knelt down, suddenly a monk came over with an iron ruler in his hand, slapped it in his hand, and made a crackling sound! When he came to Qin Xiaotian's back, he was stunned, and then he pulled Qin Xiaotian up and said to him loudly: "Where are you a scoundrel, this is the holy place of the Great Temple." ”

If you want to pray to the immortals to give you immortal water, you have to show a little sincerity, otherwise, get out of here!

So, he pushed Qin Xiaotian hard, but he was as steady as a rock, standing there coldly, and then raised his head, glanced at the old man on the altar, and laughed...

Within a moment, he shouted to a dozen or so villagers kneeling on the po-poop platform: "You are really ignorant, these guys are all liars. ”

According to my observations, their origin is unknown, and it is very likely that they are transformed by demon beasts, and they are not immortals at all! The water he sprinkled for you is not some kind of fairy water, and it will not protect you from immortality!

Suddenly, the old man on the altar shouted: "Presumptuous! Where did you come from, and you are here to confuse the people?"

Qin Xiaotian suddenly took a few steps and shouted at a dozen villagers: "You guys go out first, my words will work later." ”

Many villagers screamed in fright, and they got up and ran out of the main hall·····

The old man on the chair of the Shentai saw that Qin Xiaotian was here to make trouble, dismantled his platform, stood up suddenly, shouted, jumped down, and said: "What a scum, you are a disciple of the Demon Sect, and so is Lao Tzu, why do you want to do such a thing!"

"Who is with you and a disciple of the Demon Sect, the red-haired evil venerable is already dead. Qin Xiaotian replied coldly.

As he spoke, with a bang, Qin Xiaotian pulled out the Flame Sword, pointed at the old man, and at the same time paused, and said, "Today I want you to see the power of my Flame Sword!"

Before he finished speaking, "Bang bang!"

A stream of five poisonous divine fire rushed directly towards the old man, the old man didn't seem to know the power of the flame sword at all, with a hint of ridicule on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Flame art, such an inferior spell, you are ····· to make it."

It seems that the other party still has a certain amount of cultivation!

As soon as the other party's words were shouted, there was an ouch, and his body popped out a few meters away, and the two monks trembled with fright, raised their swords to fight the harp, and he swept wildly with the sword in his hand, and the two monks fell directly to the ground, without breath.

Qin Xiaotian jumped forward, stabbed the old man with another sword, screamed, and fell to the ground without moving.

After a while, the corpse on the ground snorted, and its body curled up into a hideous-looking monster.

Outside the main hall, he stood boldly aside, watching the young man in front of him kill three immortal disciples in a row, feeling extremely sorry, and daring to be angry with Qin Xiaotian.

Afterwards, Qin Xiaotian beckoned to the many villagers, "You all go in and take a look, and verify whether what I just said is correct!"

Hey, come over a few powerful men first, and bring out the demon beasts under the god stage, so that everyone can take a look.

I have to ask you all to polish your eyes a little bit in the future, and have more eyes, they are all some scum in the immortal cultivation world, so they can do such a thing!

Sure enough, six or seven big men carried the demon beast out of the main hall and threw it on the ground, everyone's faces were stunned, and some muttered: "Oh, it's so scary, obviously it was a white-haired old man just now, how did he suddenly become such a monster." ”

Oh my God! Everyone was shocked, and their eyes were fixed on Qin Xiaotian's face.

Qin Xiaotian had a little smug on his face, and said, "You all see clearly, I didn't lie to you!"

"Well, it turns out that you are a good person, thank you so much. Many villagers said in unison.

By the way, the gold coins and fruits you have paid will be brought out by some people, and then distributed by a person of high moral integrity······