Chapter 495: The Story Of Spring (Ii) (2/2)

He fell forward, and pressed his forehead closely against the hot deck. His slightly trembling voice was filled with desire and courage. He said loudly, ”I want to be powerful.”

The Taoist in indigo said, ”The day before yesterday, I threw you into the fire spring, and used the endless warmth and compa.s.sionate mercy from Haotian to rebuild the Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi in your body. Now you can cultivate. If you want to be powerful as soon as possible, then after you land on the sh.o.r.e, go to that rundown Taoist temple in West-Hill.”

Long Qing now knew that the Taoist in indigo was incomparably honorable. Naturally, he thought that the poor Taoist temple he mentioned was the legendary Zhishou Abbey. He could not suppress his joy. He kowtowed many times.

The Taoist in indigo said. ”There are still six books of Tomes of Arcane. When you finish all these, you may be powerful. However, reading books is a very painful thing... Ye Su needed to stab himself to move his eyes away from the pages of the book. You are absolutely not able to resist the temptation of Tomes of Arcane. When your Taoist Heart is broken and reborn, it will be extremely painful.”

Long Qing looked firm and he said, ”I'm not afraid of pain or suffering.”

The Taoist in indigo said, ”There are thousands of disciples of Haotian Taoism. Only few have the Lucky Chance to enter Zhishou Abbey. You are not the Great Divine Priest of Divine Hall, or the former disciples who made great contributions to the Haotian Taoism. Thus you can only be a servant in Zhishou Abbey. Can you accept such a status?”

If the cultivators in the world were to know that they had the opportunity to enter Zhishou Abbey to read the seven books of Tomes of Arcane, they would not only be willing to be a servant, but also be willing to clean the toilets. They would even feel like the toilet cleaning was enjoyable.

Naturally, Long Qing was the same. He did not hesitate to say, ”I'm willing to do anything for the Haotian Taoism.”

Taoist in indigo said, ”I can see your mind is set at this time, but there are some very old bad-tempered people living in the Zhishou Abbey. Even I do not want to have any contact with them. So, you should control yourself when you meet them.”

Long Qing was shocked. He thought that the abbey dean of Zhishou Abbey was already so powerful and except for the Headmaster of Academy was there any person that could make him feel troubled?

There were a few sounds of bugs chirping in Zhishou Abbey at night.

Long Qing's face grew paler, and the sweat rolled from his forehead like soybeans. His eyes became more and more listless and he looked abnormally weak. It could be imagined what kind of pain he was suffering now.

Every time he opened the ”Sha” Handscroll, he would endure endless pain. When he began to cultivate Gray Eye tonight, the pain became more and more terrible. On the seemingly ordinary pages, it seemed that there were innumerable swords constantly stabbing his heart, trying to pierce his Taoist Heart into a honeycomb.

When he finished reading the last word of the Gray Eye magic, his Taoist Heart was broken into countless pieces. His fear and pain made him faint.

After a long time, Long Qing woke up. It was already morning. He checked himself in horror, but found that he had no wounds, and his Taoist Heart was still as stable as yesterday. It seemed that the innumerable sword style from Tomes of Arcane was an illusion.

He walked out of the hut in a muddleheaded state. He washed his face at the lake, and became a little more sober. Then he went to his house to brush his teeth, and began to fetch water for cooking. After serving three uncles who managed the Tomes of Arcane breakfast, he took two buckets of clear water and a few boxes of things to the back of Zhishou Abbey.

This spring, Long Qing was cleaning the courtyard, cooking, wiping the table, grinding ink and doing all kinds of ch.o.r.es every day. Only when it was late at night, he had the opportunity to read and cultivate the Tomes of Arcane. It was a hard life but his mind was very peaceful. He had no complaints. He was only working in silence, and used every spare minute to read.

Interestingly, his biggest enemy, Ning Que had been living a hard but meaningful life for the last dozen years, especially after he entered the Academy. Maybe just as the Youngest Uncle of the Academy said, the one who was chosen by fate would have many things to do.

Long Qing took the shoulder pole, carried the bags, and walked out of the Taoist temple to a cliff.

In these days in Zhishou Abbey, he had no complaints. Even if it was an unbearable pain, he still accepted it happily. However, looking at this cliff, his eyes were full of fear and he wanted to escape.

Under this cliff was a dense green forest. On the precipice, there were green vines that were about the thickness of a finger. In the crevices among the vines, it could be seen that the body of the cliff was grayish-yellow, and many caves could also be seen. The caves were very deep, and mysterious.

This cliff which was full of caves was very high and grand. Long Qing stood at the foot of the mountain like a small ant. If someone overlooked the earth from an extremely high point, he might think that this cliff was only an obscure mound, an ant hole covered by moss.

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