The inside structure of the Taoist temple was not complicated and it was visible with the first glance.
The moment Luo Qiu stepped into the temple, that calling sound turned clearer. Following the sound, he walked deeply in the temple.
"Here?"
Luo Qiu showed up at the end of the palace right now. Dozens of oil lamps hung down from the ceiling, making this place full of warm light.
12 cattail hassocks were neatly arranged on the ground and a stone statue of a person had been laid in the middle. It hunkered there, eyes closed, a beautiful beard hung in front of his chest, along with the long eyebrows that drooped to his cheek.
It was a sage-like appearance.
He should be the ancestor of Yang Taizi, the originator of Xian Xuan Huan Zhen Dao. Luo Qiu sized up this status, feeling the call become extremely clear.
It sounded like he was still alive.
Luo Qiu felt an odd misconception suddenly. He felt this status would open its eyes abruptly… it gave him a familiar feeling.
