Inside and Outside World

A pedantic old man dressed in a long gown, took a fan to fan the hot air, sat down at the table under the shed, and shouted to the shopkeeper: "Warm two bowls of wine, I want a plate of fennel beans."

"It's Master Zhang."

The waiter in the store ran up to say hello: "Master, why don't you come to drink if you don't go to the Town God's Temple to see and pray for rain?"

"Pray for rain?"

Master Zhang shook his head and said: "It's just some bluffing tricks. I pray every day. People have changed a few pulls of rain. Have you ever prayed for a little rain? Fortunately, the lake and river have not dried up, otherwise, this place will become the same as other places." The place is the same as the Jedi. In my opinion, that little water can’t last for a few days, it’s over, it’s over, it’s better to drink more wine, if you have wine today, you’re drunk today, and tomorrow it’s life and death.”

Xiaoer said: "Today, the master of Fayun Temple is doing the ritual ceremony of praying for rain."

"The bald donkey of Fayun Temple?"

Master Zhang seemed a little surprised: "Didn't those monks say that they would close the temple and stop interfering with the outside world, so why did they come out?"

"The county magistrate led the people to donate 1,200 taels of sesame oil, and promised to spend manpower to repair the temple. Therefore, the master of Fayun Temple took pity on the victims and decided to pray for the people and call for rain."

"Ah…"

Master Zhang sneered: "The bald donkey in Fayun Temple has some mana, but want to pray for rain on this day? Ridiculous, ridiculous."

Xiaoer brought rice wine and a plate of beans, he picked up one with chopsticks and threw it into his mouth, chewing and said: "To solve the disaster, we must find its root."

"Some droughts are natural disasters. It is the movement of the heavens. It is a natural phenomenon that lasts for four seasons. It is easy to pray for rain, and it is enough to transport water vapor. If it is due to other reasons such as the decline of royal luck, or even the end of the dynasty The dragon veins are cut off and the earth's energy is disordered. Such a drought is actually nothing, just find a way to straighten out the messed up earth veins, the most terrible drought is the birth of a drought, and the land will be thousands of miles away!"

"Hey, without the luck of the dynasty to suppress those ancient monsters, they will be born. They will be exhausted, but the people of this world will suffer... But it's nothing but death."

"In this world, ordinary people also suffer when they live, and maybe they will enjoy happiness when they die."

Master Zhang drank a bowl of wine in one gulp, picked up another fennel bean and threw it into his mouth, shaking his head and reciting:

"The drought is so severe that it cleanses the mountains and rivers. The drought is cruel, like a fire. My heart is hot, and my worries are like smoke. The people are upright first, so I don't hear about it. Haotian God, would you rather let me escape?"

"The drought is severe, and the striders are afraid to go. Hu Ning puts me in a drought? I don't know why. I pray for the year of Kong Su, and the Fangshe will not. The God of Haotian is not in danger."

"Master."

A gentle voice sounded, and at the same time a man in black robe walked into the shed and sat at the table: "I heard what you said just now, it seems that this drought is caused by some kind of drought?"

"Um?"

Mrs. Zhang looked up at the other party, and seeing the other party's eyes hidden under the shadow of the hood, he didn't care and said indifferently: "Otherwise? Besides Hanba, are there any other monsters that can turn the land of Guanzhong into scorched earth in a short period of time?" ?”

"Where is that Hanba?"

The man in the black robe is naturally Yan Luo. He can feel that the heat of the drought carries a demonic aura. Unexpectedly, it is Hanba. Hanba is known as one of the four ancestors of zombies in ancient times. If someone else heard such a name I'm afraid it will scare the pee, but he has even faced Chi You and Xiang Liu in the 6th-level world, and of course he will not be afraid of the Hanba in the 5th-level world.

"Why, are you going to look for it?"

Master Zhang showed a sneering expression: "I can feel the fluctuation of mana in your body, you should be a monk."

Mana actually refers to psionic energy, regardless of the spirit of a warrior, the magic power and elemental energy of a magician, or the true energy of a Taoist...all belong to a kind of psionic energy.

Qin Shihuang was originally a heroic soul born out of the combination of the source of life and the source of spirit, and later used the mercury in the imperial mausoleum to refine the body of mercury. Although the structure is the same as that of ordinary people, every inch of skin in the body contains spirit. Yes, I was sensed by Master Zhang and thought he was a monk.

He said indifferently: "I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the boy. The drought is an ancient evil creature that can cause a severe drought that envelops Guanzhong just by the leaked Qi mechanism and the induction of the Qi of the heavens and the earth. It is estimated that it has not yet awakened. It is the corpse where you dare to approach. I'm afraid they will be burnt to dust, so we better escape here quickly, no matter how strong the drought is, it won't affect the whole country, and we'll be fine if we flee to other places."

"Then Hanba, don't you care about it?"

"How to manage?"

Master Zhang sighed: "If it was a prosperous age, such a fierce creature would not wake up. If it did wake up, there would be a heavenly master protecting the country. Now that Taoism is declining, there are lamas and living Buddhas in the Qing Dynasty. Neither the heavenly master nor the living Buddha is necessarily the opponent of Hanba. I am afraid. Or should we use the luck of the dynasty to suppress it, and the fate of the Qing Dynasty will dissipate, even if there is a living Buddha, dare to risk his life to fight the Hanba?"

"Just leave it alone. Fortunately, those monsters were suppressed in ancient times, which means they died... It seems a little inappropriate to say that zombies are dead. In short, these monsters can't do evil for a long time, maybe a few months, maybe a year , Two years, will fall asleep again."

"That's how many people in Guanzhong will die."

At this time, there was a sudden sound of gongs and drums outside. It was a group of monks blowing conch shells, shaking golden bells, and beating gongs and drums, walking past the shed and tavern. Some gods are painted, including prayer flags of dragons and roc birds, and some young monks behind are sprinkled with paper flowers. This monk's team passed by chanting the "Great Compassion Mantra".

"Humph!"

Master Zhang said coldly, "It really is the bald donkey from Fayun Temple."

"These bald donkeys are still very clever. They even invited the eight dragon prayer flags in the temple. I'm afraid they can really invite a little rain, but what's the use for the severe drought in Guanzhong?"

"If you really want to solve the severe drought, why not take out the treasure of the temple."

Yan Luo: "Could it be that Fayun Temple has a treasure that can solve this drought?"

"Others don't know, but they can't hide it from me! There is a phalanx relic of Sakyamuni in Fayun Temple. If the relic of Buddha is taken out, let alone solve the drought~www.wuxiaspot.com~, it will replace the luck of the Qing court It is not impossible to suppress or even eliminate the Hanba, but unfortunately, it is a treasure enshrined in Fayun Temple, if you want to take it out? Even if the Limin people in Guanzhong are all dead, they will not be willing, so don’t think about it.”

Yan Luo inquired about the information from Mr. Zhang and invited him to deal with Hanba together, but he was rejected of course. Confucians are usually indignant, pointing out the country, and cynical, but when they want to sacrifice their lives for righteousness... then I'm sorry.

Just like in the late Ming and early Qing, those Confucian disciples were afraid that the fame obtained in the Ming Dynasty would not be good, so they hurriedly shaved their tails into money rats to participate in the Shuntianfu Township Examination held in the second year of Shunzhi. At that time, the Qing army massacred 80 The bloodstains of thousands of people have not yet been wiped dry.

At the same time when the disciples of Confucianism raised their mouse tails and knelt down to beg for the qualification of "Great Qing Juren", three thousand Taoist priests who had never cared about the world of mortals came down the mountain with their swords. Three thousand Taoist priests in Fuqiu Mountain went down to Dongting to fight against the Qing Dynasty. This history was erased by later generations, and almost no one cared about it. Confucian disciples are still high above them, but what is the integrity of these "scholars"?

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