Sword of Coming

Baiyu Jing Biyun Tower, Zhenyue Palace Yanxia Cave.

There was a young-looking monk with a thin body, a withered face, and sunken cheeks. His expression was solemn at this time, and he seemed to be worried.

Sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, he looked down at a long clay tablet, on which a prophecy seemed to be written with iron nails.

The fingers on his hands were bloody and bloody.

It can be said to be a veritable certainty.

Because I just got an extremely weird hexagram, the fortune and misfortune of the signature are even more unpredictable.

After three hundred years of mourning, I got this king.

It's a pity that he tried hard to deduce it several times, but he couldn't change the word "this" to a certain surname.

So who is this person? What's your last name? Who was the predecessor? Which path will it belong to? When will he come out of the mountain again? Is it the kind of monster from the beginning of troubled times, or is it similar to the strange person from the beginning of the founding of the country?

Could it be that the world of Qingming, which has been at peace for a long time, is about to undergo a change that has never happened in ten thousand years, and is destined to be chaotic, and then this person will appear in the world five hundred years later? Or is it because of the appearance of this person that the world has been in chaos for five hundred years?

Is he a close disciple of the Taoist ancestor named Shan Qing? So Lu Chen was prepared for a rainy day and had countermeasures in place?

Or is it that the great leader will return to Bai Yujing five hundred years later to put an end to the chaos in the Qing Ming world?

Or is it the ghost cultivator Xu Jun from the Dachao Sect?

Or is it the remnant of the Yongzhou rice thieves lineage, and the most promising master of this lineage's miscellaneous methods, the junior Wang Yuanlu who has gained a lot of fame?

He looked up at the sky, but it was a pity that he couldn't get out.

That's not right. If you go out, the secrets will be instantly confused. I'm afraid everything will be inaccurate and become more and more confusing.

He took a long breath, pulled out the iron nails one by one, and put them into the cotton bag hanging around his waist. His fingers, which were already bloody, had white bones visible, but his face was expressionless.

If it were outside this place, this kind of injury would really be nothing, but the problem is that this is the Yanxia Cave of Zhenyue Palace. No matter what realm you were before, there is no Taoist heart, and your cultivation level cannot be used as food. If you eat, your flesh will hurt, but it will definitely hurt. If you get hit with a stick, you will definitely jump. Not long ago, someone was stabbed with a knife, and his intestines fell to the ground. The person died immediately. It seems that before entering the Yanxia Cave of Zhenyue Palace, he was still proficient in talismans. of immortals.

And this person who can monopolize several hills is named Zhang Fenghai. He was once the next city lord of Yushu City... and it is certain.

His two senior brothers, Guo Xie and Shao Xiang, regarded this as a matter of course, and Zhang Fenghai himself thought so too.

In fact, the same was true for Bai Yujing and Qingming Tianxia in the early years.

Ninety-year-old Ascension Realm.

According to some gossip, this was the old city lord of Yushu City who deliberately helped the closed disciples falsely report their age. In fact, Zhang Fenghai was only eighty-one years old when he broke the bottleneck of the Immortal Realm.

The key is that Zhang Fenghai is a well-deserved all-rounder in Taoism. He is proficient in talismans, alchemy, formations, arithmetic, etc. On the 12th floor of the Five Cities of Baiyujing, Zhang Fenghai is extremely outstanding in any category.

In addition, if Zhang Fenghai had not been secretly instructed by his master and had been deliberately slowing down his breakthrough, he might have been an Ascension Realm cultivator at the age of forty or at most fifty.

It seems that apart from not being a pure swordsman, Zhang Haifeng's monastic career has been flawless.

It's a pity that he met the second master Yu Dou and Zhang Fenghai who threatened to leave Bai Yujing's Taoism, but he failed to get out of Bai Yujing by his own ability.

He was imprisoned in the Yanxia Cave of Zhenyue Palace, which was specially used to imprison great monks. This ban will last almost eight hundred years.

This is a world-famous Moxian Cave. It is similar to the meritorious forest of Confucian temples in the world, and the living burial nunnery of a certain lineage in Western Buddhist countries.

Zhang Fenghai has been here for nearly eight hundred years. Since he cannot practice cultivation, there is only one thing that can be called serious business. Since the Tao cannot be Tao, then he must first determine what is not the Tao. If he perseveres, he will eventually deviate from the true The "Tao" is getting closer and closer.

In addition, using the technique of visualization combined with the method of deduction to create a void body out of nothing, tempering the body, creating the first great talisman, refining it, killing three corpses and then merging them and killing them again... these are all trivial matters.

It can be said that this is Yu Dou's good intentions, deliberately sharpening Zhang Fenghai's edge, so that this "little headmaster" can devote himself to cultivating Taoism and advance to the fourteenth realm. Then when the two parties meet again, they can put aside their previous grudges and forget their grudges with a smile. ...That would be too much to underestimate the truly invincible Taoist heart.

Yu Dou didn't even bother to do it.

And Zhang Fenghai also sincerely thanked Yu Dou for not being like this and not being like this.

Zhang Fenghai raised his eyes and looked out, twitching the corners of his mouth, thinking that he should stop drinking. It seems that if you want to quit drinking, it’s easy, just drink without it.

In addition to him, the Taoist official of Yushu City who was once known as the "Little Master of Bai Yujing", who died quietly here, there were also two deputy owners of the 12th floor of Bai Yujing in the past. They were once a pair of Taoists. companion. Also because he violated Bai Yujing's golden rules, Huang Jie leader personally led him here to think about his mistakes behind closed doors. It is said that among the three thousand Taoists who rushed to the colorful world, there was a leading monk from Qingci Palace, one of the ancestral palaces of the Fulu Sect, in the Nascent Soul realm, named Nanshan. The relationship with Nashou Mountain, the two top sects, is just like the relationship between Liangjing Mountain and Dachao Sect in the early years. The female cultivator named Youran, and Na Nanshan, these young earth immortals, were born in the same year and month, and even the time is exactly the same. , exactly the same. In the dark, it is simply a match made in heaven. That's right, over in Yinzhou, Chaoge was able to become a Taoist couple with Xu Jun, why can't they do it in this life?

In this Yanxia Cave, everyone is suppressed by the Great Dao. The monks imprisoned here, no matter what their cultivation level is outside or how high their realm is, they are all reduced to literally borderless people without any trace of the aura of heaven and earth. Naturally, it is impossible to refine Qi and practice, and all the monks have been knocked back to their original form. The tough bodies and souls that were tempered by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on the road of practice have become no different from ordinary people here, weak and weak, but the only The exception is that the Yangshou who was originally "destined" is not harmed. In short, the speed of the long river of time is completely different from the outside world. The human body will still slowly decay, but the speed has slowed down.

It must be the handiwork of Daozu.

Zhang Fenghai stood up. After staying here for nearly eight hundred years, Zhang Fenghai guarded his own one-third of an acre of land. For example, looking from the top of the mountain, he could see green buckwheat and wheat as far as the eye could see.

There is an old man who has been helping to take care of the waterwheel by the river these years. He said he is helping, but in fact he is relying on Zhang Fenghai. He has a backer so that he will not be made fun of every day, such as being kicked to the ground and peed on his head.

The old man who had long forgotten how many years he had been here would suffer from frostbite on his hands every winter, bleeding profusely.

Not long ago, when he was plowing the farmland, he dug out a broken sword tip, and gave it to Zhang Fenghai, which was a bit like renting it out.

Unfortunately, Zhang Fenghai went searching but could not find the rest of the broken sword. This kind of thing depends on fate.

Zhang Fenghai later heard someone say that after the old man found the sword tip, his withered hands with fingernails full of dirt, tightly grasped this old thing that belonged to someone unknown, and finally sat on the ridge of the field, stunned at first. He was lost in thought, whimpering softly, and recited a five-character ancient poem repeatedly. The reason why he repeated it was that he would often forget the rest of the poem halfway through the recitation. The old man would free up a hand and beat his head hard until he remembered a sentence, and then If I start over, I may not be able to remember the whole poem in the end, or maybe just because I remember the whole poem, the old man who has been silent for a long time suddenly opens his hoarse voice and howls hard, as if he is being raped. The old man was even more sad when he was walking a dog with a rope tied around his neck.

Probably because the old man was a sword cultivator.

As for the five-character ancient poem, Zhang Fenghai did not ask the translator about its name.

It's not necessary. Zhang Fenghai, who reads extremely complex books, can guess it.

A dark-faced and slender woman walked to the top of the mountain. She was the one who accompanied the old man to climb the mountain to find Zhang Fenghai. She reached around her head and chased away a few annoying butterflies. She was silent for a long time and finally spoke. Asked: "What are you thinking about?"

Although she has a wooden hairpin, linen clothes and straw sandals, and is extremely shabby, colorful butterflies flutter around the wooden hairpin.

If she hadn't been working hard all year round and her skin was rough from being exposed to the sun, she would probably be a great beauty.

It was a woman who took the initiative to ask to enter the Yanxia Cave of Zhenyue Palace. Bai Yujing ignored her at first, but then she did something illegal and was thrown here.

This female crown is named Shixingyuan and her Taoist name is Sheyun.

She was once the founder of the Immortal Stick Sect, and it seemed that she came here to find someone. Although she got her wish, she didn't get her wish. Because the person she was looking for was already a withered skeleton.

After she buried the corpse with her own hands, she didn't have any regrets to take anyway, so she just took it as peace of mind. After all, it was not easy to get here, let alone get out.

She had no intention of leaving alive, so she settled here. However, in order to protect herself from being insulted, she found Zhang Fenghai, whose identity over the years was similar to that of a maid.

In this place, old people, women, and to be precise, the weak will end up in a pitiable end.

If you want to live, especially if you want to live decently, you have to live without dignity at all.

Zhang Fenghai looked blank and turned a deaf ear.

The teacher then changed the subject, pointed to the wheat field, and said with a smile: "It seems that this year's harvest is at least 30% better than previous years."

Zhang Fenghai then laughed.

Two once-prominent monks smiled sincerely at the harvest of wheat fields.

This is unimaginable outside.

Apart from her, there are many strange people and strange things here.

There was a short old man with ancient swords inserted all over his body. He used some method to hang himself and managed to survive year after year. He actually survived many, many times and became a "junior".

He is often called an old beast, so he must be from the demon clan. The reason why no one bullied him seemed to be because the old man could not only take a beating but also fight. He once took out an ancient sword from his body and chopped a "young and strong" man into a pulp. Then he removed the arms and legs of the body and hung it on the It is dried on the bamboo poles and eaten as dried meat.

There is also a young-looking man who seems to be one of the ancestors of the rice thief lineage. For so many years, I only enjoyed making porcelain, and then people would often break into the hut and smash it up. Then I would shed tears of grievance and continue to immerse myself in making porcelain.

Some people are proficient in water and occupy a large section of the river. They make a living by fishing all year round and form cliques. At first, more than a dozen men and women gathered together and began to spread the family line. Now there are nearly half a hundred people. It is said that I plan to build a family ancestral hall in the near future.

There is that charming woman who was thrown into the Yanxia Cave a few years ago. She was once a Zijing martial artist in Zhuzhou. In the world of Qingming, a female martial artist with a strong Zijing Qi is not very outstanding. She flaunted her majesty in the state, but after arriving here, she was walking on thin ice from the beginning. After she personally killed the man who came to her door, she was ecstatic. Although her body was as good as that of a secular woman, and She can't gather any pure energy, but because she is proficient in the martial arts of killing, her martial arts realm and physical strength are no longer there, but some "memories" are still there, which allows her to protect herself. If she can find a few more A casually discarded weapon, she can kill people at will, but she has never had any intention of accepting a disciple. Over the years, she has been fond of raising faces, and has always coveted Zhang Fenghai, and of course Shi Xingyuan.

There was a slovenly man with white hair and a tangled beard who was once the "One-Word Master" who liked to make trouble. He was also known as the "Word Stealer" and was good at tampering with the secret treasures of the Immortal Mansion Taoist Academy without anyone noticing. Scripture. If a Taoist official is not careful, he will go astray. There is a monk on the mountain who pays no attention to fame and longevity, so there is a monk who breaks the precepts and is called a "famous monk".

There is also a burly man who likes to wander around naked all day long. He is accompanied by a group of thugs who carry weapons on their shoulders. He will punch anyone who doesn't like him. Except for a few forces, he didn't dare to provoke them. The rest, in his words, "are just a bunch of trash, not even an enemy with three moves." You have to know that in his hometown, he is just a half-empty Jade Pu. In this situation, the first thought after being thrown in was that I felt that I was a "high climber" in the Yanxia Cave of Zhenyue Palace. The only thing I could talk about was that I had chased and killed Zhu, but the problem was that I had defeated the No. 1 person in the world. Zhu, who is an eleven-man player, what is there to brag about?

Mr. Zhu from Ruzhou never won a fight in the mountains. He always ran away, but he would deliberately run slower.

After all, here, all the former Taoist names, mountain Dharma veins, realm magic weapons, and magical powers are all empty.

There are also people who like to collect the valuable treasures of the immortal family that have been left on the ground. They are often of high quality, starting with magic weapons and half-immortal weapons, with more than a dozen pieces.

It's just that it has no meaning other than being a decoration. It's meaningless. Can you take it out?

Here, if you get into a quarrel with someone, or if you can't avoid trouble but still get troubled, you can only fight or start a fight. It's often about who has more people and who has the strength. Big, whoever has more ruthless hands and feet, and knows how to do the "armor style" that I didn't even bother to look at before, will be able to take advantage. It’s not that there are no people who try to learn the art of fighting and fighting. They want to rely on walking around day and night, working hard, trying to develop a "great magical power" that can fly over walls and fly over walls. In fact, many people have experienced similar experiences. Tried, but almost no results, and it is even more impossible to expect immediate results.

It's not like there were some "monks" who couldn't deal with Bai Yujing and came to trouble Zhang Fenghai. As a result, all those who dared to go up the mountain to find this "little leader" died.

Even the charming woman who had always coveted Zhang Fenghai's "beauty" only dared to linger at the foot of the mountain several times. She, a master who could "jump away like flying", still gave up the idea of ​​climbing the mountain again and again.

The teacher sat on a stone and asked with a smile: "I always feel that you are the only one who has the hope of leaving here alive."

Zhang Fenghai doesn't like talking very much.

She got used to it and said to herself: "It's not because of your identity, but because of your Taoist heart, which may be the most consistent with Tianxin."

Zhang Fenghai finally said: "If I hadn't learned some martial arts, I might have pain in my buttocks every day."

When Shi Xingyuan heard this kind of vulgar language, he didn't have any weird expression. He was already used to it. The men around me either don't speak or occasionally speak very directly.

She intertwined the fingers of her hands, wrapped them around her head and behind her, her knuckles creaking, and asked casually: "If you can really go out one day, what do you want to do most, fight with Yu Dou?"

Zhang Fenghai endured it and let it go. Didn't he call her an idiot?

She turned her head and smiled: "Tell me about it."

Zhang Fenghai thought for a while and said: "Take a shower and put on clean clothes. When you go out, it is best to find a secluded place to dig bamboo shoots in the middle of winter, because the taste of winter bamboo shoots is thicker than that of spring bamboo shoots, and the mountains are covered with heavy snow. , come and cook bamboo shoots around the stove, cook large pieces of winter bamboo shoots with large pieces of bacon, drink big bowls of local bayberry shochu, be full of wine and food, get drunk, fall asleep soundly, and snore like thunder. , no one can care about me."

She swallowed and wiped her mouth, "I should have known better and wouldn't have asked."

Zhang Fenghai suddenly said: "I heard from the old man that you have been lusting after my body for more than a day or two. It's true."

Shi Xingyuan rolled his eyes and said, "Go back down the mountain and tear the old guy's stinky mouth apart."

Zhang Fenghai said: "He is not afraid of this. Before you came here, he was fed feces and urine. It sprayed out of his nose and covered his face."

The teacher was about to speak but stopped.

Zhang Fenghai looked indifferent.

Master Xingyuan said: "Zhang Fenghai, why don't you make rules for everyone?"

Zhang Fenghai said: "Then what?"

The teacher walked in silence.

More "monks" arrived here, like trapped animals in a cage. Over time, many were tortured to death, but more still lost their minds completely and went crazy.

Because the most terrifying thing about Moxian Cave is that all suicide attempts are in vain. They often come back to life the next day, unable to die.

Therefore, there are many people in history who have tried their best to kill people with borrowed knives, deliberately sought death, and found someone to kill them, but they still failed, and they will still live again, as if there is a god in the dark, talking about the heart.

If you really want to die, you may not be able to live if you want to live.

This is the Moxian Cave, which seems to completely wipe away all a person's dignity, the so-called "Tao heart".

There are also countless skeletons and corpses, all of which were famous monks during their lifetime.

There are both senior Taoist officials from Bai Yujing and monks from fifteen states in the world.

In this land of thousands of miles away, there are currently about 3,780 living people, and most of them were born and raised here.

Originally, for the monks, it was just a matter of a few steps away from the tofu cube in the "land of slaps". But now, everyone can only walk on foot, so the territory is not that small.

There are less than four hundred people scattered in all directions. It is not easy to meet each other. Fortunately, it is difficult to meet each other due to the long distance, and each of them occupies the top of the mountain. Otherwise, it is difficult to say whether there can be a hundred people left in Yanxia Cave.

Shi Xingyuan raised his head and glanced at the sky, bent down to pick up a stone, and threw it casually outside the cliff, saying: "I'm not old enough, I just heard a few words from the seniors on the mountain, saying that the battle was Yu Dou's true fame. A battle, but there is no historical record of this matter. Have you ever seen the relevant secret files in Yushu City before?"

"I haven't seen any relevant books. I have read all the books in Yushu City before I was thirty years old."

Zhang Fenghai shook his head, paused for a moment, picked up the soil and smeared the wounds on his hands, and said slowly: "But I have seen it with my own eyes. It is a kind of long-distance travel similar to 'wandering mind'. It is more stable than the long-distance travel of the Yin Shen out of the body. It has been lost for a long time. I figured it out by reading books and then watching the whole process of the war."

The earliest Qing Ming Tianxia was neither the fourteen states in name nor the nineteen states commonly known under the mountain. It used to be fifteen states.

Yu Dou took the lead and led all the Taoist officials in Bai Yujing, and then summoned Taoist officials from all over the world to rush to the battlefield in that state.

The scale, the far-reaching influence, and the brutality of the war were far beyond the reach of the Yongzhou liquidation battle in later generations.

On the border of Yizhou, above the layered sea of ​​clouds, the land of Yizhou is just surrounded.

Countless Taoist officials wore blue robes.

Like a blue crane.

There are flocks of blue cranes.

The final result is the true "land sinking" of a state, creating the huge lake today.

According to legend, there was a certain prophecy that had been circulated for a long time. If a state loses its Taoism, there will be Lu Chen.

Later, a foreign Taoist priest named Lu Chen came to Qing Ming Tianxia, ​​which was equivalent to less than one state. He was personally brought to Bai Yujing by the chief master Kou Ming, and eventually became a disciple of the Taoist ancestor and served as the third master. After that , Lu Chen built another Nanhua City.

After briefly talking about the battlefield picture with the woman next to him, Zhang Fenghai explained: "The reason why the fight was so brutal was because there was only one person in the state. To be precise, it was the person who was said to be a foreigner in the fifteenth realm. The demon, somehow managed to escape from the outer world to the Qingming world, and all living things in the state, including the mountain roots and water veins, and all the dead things in the territory are all caused by it."

Shi Xingyuan was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly frowned and said: "Where is Dao Ancestor?"

Zhang Fenghai said: "It seems that I have gone to the outer world, and the Taoist ancestors are seeking enlightenment on the road."

Shi Xingyuan looked strange and said: "So I am so powerful."

Zhang Fenghai stood up and called the Taoist leader, "Welcome to the Taoist ancestors."

A young Taoist priest appeared out of thin air, nodded with a smile, and turned to look at the "Master's Practice Hall". Soon, a "monk" with a blurred face and an ethereal figure floated out.

The Taoist Patriarch smiled and said: "Zhang Fenghai, you go and participate in this three-religion debate. If you win, you will be allowed to leave Bai Yujing Taoism. If you lose, you will eat your winter bamboo shoot stew and drink wine."

Zhang Fenghai bowed his head again and said, "I will obey the law."

When Shi Xingyuan looked at the "young Taoist priest", his lips trembled and he couldn't say a word.

Daozu smiled and said: "Okay, Lu Bixia, don't hide. You follow Zhang Fenghai and Shi Xingyuan and leave here together. You will be free immediately."

Shi Xingyuan felt a splitting headache. After a moment, his eyes sparkled and he asked, "What's the price?"

Daozu said: "Who are you talking to?"

The next moment, Lv Bixia, one of the candidates for Qing Ming Tianxia, ​​a monk at the peak of the Ascension Realm who lived in the soul of "Master Xing Yuan", inexplicably fell out of the Yanxia Cave of Zhenyue Palace and fell on the boundary line of Bai Yujing, lying down. In the dust of the road, I couldn't get up for a long time.

In an instant, Zhang Fenghai and his master were standing next to Lu Bixia.

At the top of the mountain, the alien demon was sighing, "You are still more powerful."

Daozu squatted down and gently turned over the clay tablet. There were no nails, but there were still nail marks.

Daozu stood up, and the clay tablet turned into a ball of powder.

"It's a pity it's too late."

The demon outside the world glanced at it and sneered: "It was me last time, but this time I was deceived by that embroidered tiger and deceived everyone in the world. I will have to deduce it carefully to see how it was done."

It’s not like I had to mourn for three hundred years to get this king.

It is the saying that after five hundred years of mourning, Chen Jun will be found.

After all, Zhang Fenghai is still young and lacks moral skills, but it is not easy. After all, he can figure out everything.

Daozu said calmly: "Is it funny?"

The Demonic Demon immediately trembled, then suddenly laughed wildly, then regained his composure, and finally lamented, "It's so difficult to seek enlightenment on the road. Are you going to violate the contract between the three of you, and take action again when the situation comes, or are you going to just walk away and don't care at all?" The world is in trouble."

Daozu smiled and said: "It's not like Yu Dou has never seen big scenes."

The demon incarnation nodded, "Indeed."

It doesn't matter if you are the enemy of the world. It's like guessing the first in the chess game. Yu Dou sat in front of the chessboard and only picked up a black chess piece.

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Ruzhou is a small border country and a remote county in Yingchuan County. There is an ancient Taoist temple called "Lingjing". It is many years old. It was built on a small hill. It is actually a slightly larger dirt bag. The front A few years ago, there was a heavy snowfall that had not been seen in a century, which caused several houses of the Taoist temple that had been in disrepair to collapse. After the abbot of the Taoist temple begged his grandfather and grandma to raise money, in addition to rebuilding the houses, I found that I still had some money on hand, so I simply renovated the Taoist temple inside and out, and affixed gold foil to the clay statues of the two ancestors enshrined in the Taoist temple. This made the abbot of the Taoist temple quite proud, and he dedicated himself to it almost every day. Going to the foot of the mountain, looking at the Taoist temple from a distance, I just feel that it is a magnificent Taoist temple, with ancient trees shading it, new ancestral temples engraved with ancient seal scripts, and old locust trees planted on both sides of the path.

There is nothing surprising about this spiritual temple. It is very difficult to find an old Taoist god who is a relative of the local county annals.

The Taoist temple is so small that only the abbot of the Taoist temple named Hong Miao is the only official Taoist official in the temple who has a Taoist certificate. And the old temple master Hong is still a foreigner. In fact, going up three hundred years, all Taoist temples in the past dynasties The abbots are all foreign Taoist priests. As soon as their term of office is up, they will leave this place without hesitation. In the future, they will work here as errands and sit on the bench. They are considered to be afraid of the future. In fact, this place is too thin in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so it is not a suitable place. A place of practice. If you want to become a Taoist official, and how to get promoted after becoming a Taoist official, it is easy to say. One depends on your realm to become a Qi practitioner, the second depends on your knowledge and being able to teach, and the third depends on your family background. As long as you are willing to spend money, you will eventually have a way. Walkable. Then a Taoist temple has a similar situation. Therefore, among the Taoist temples in various counties, the big Taoist temples tend to become more and more grand and prosperous, while the small Taoist temples become more and more insecure and unsustainable. However, this spiritual realm temple is unreliable. . The backing is a mountain, but in this plain land, the poor Taoist temple is stuck on a lonely hill. You can reach the top with dozens of steps on the mountain road.

The next-level imperial examinations are about the same age. Not to mention the Jinshi Master, there has not even been one in the past two or three hundred years. As for whether it was two hundred years or three hundred years, who would remember this? It's not something worth showing off anyway. I don’t know, no matter whether it is a Taoist official or an imperial examination, when will I be able to break through the unprecedented times.

In fact, Hong Miao, the current master of Lingjing Temple, is not young. Although he looks no older than Jiazi, he is actually nearly a hundred years old, but he is still just an alternate Taoist official. However, for this kind of thing, family scandals cannot be made public, so you just know it in your heart. . Generally speaking, the abbot Taoist priest, commonly known as the temple master, is present in every Taoist temple regardless of its size. However, abbot is not a permanent position, and some abbots also serve in several Taoist temples. They must all be highly attained within a country, the kind of masters who can see His Majesty the Emperor.

According to an old saying among the Taoist elders, our Taoism has palaces, temples and nunneries, but it is not called a temple. In addition, the abbot of the Taoist temple is the same as that of the Western Buddhist country, just like the Ten Directions Jungle and the Descendants Jungle. The two statements are almost the same, and both monks and Taoists have similar rules. Of course, when the abbot said it, it was still more popular among monks, but what does it matter? Didn't we also fight for the title "Taoist"? But there are young people in the Taoist temple who want to know more about "Taoist priests"? Aren’t we Taoist priests from the beginning? Then you will definitely get an angry rebuke. What do you know? You will know the inside story of such secrets in the future when your family's ancestral graves emit green smoke and you become a Taoist official.

The so-called "old people" at Lingjing Temple are actually two people. Of course, they both have no Taoist certificates. One is a part-time temple blessing. It is said that his ancestors gave several acres of fertile land to the Taoist temple, so he came here to receive a salary. After all, mosquito meat is meat. In addition, there is a "Taoist priest" who is also a knower. As for the old temple master Hong, he is more capable and does more work. Even the abacus errand of the accountant and deacon has always been done by the old temple master himself.

Taoist temples, large and small, in all the counties in a country are almost all built by the official government. There are actually three things that can compete. Whether it is "built by imperial decree" or not is only given by the emperor. The word "built by imperial decree" can only be found on the plaque on the mountain gate. Then there are the number of Taoist officials and offerings, that is, whether the incense is strong, whether there are many pilgrims, and whether there are many good men and women. In the Qingming world, the jungle temple is larger in scale and has many Taoist officials, because it is nominally owned by all Taoists in the world and has no private property. In a sense, it can be understood that everything belongs to Bai Yujing.

Early this morning, Hong Guanzhu went for a walk at the foot of the mountain again. There was heavy snow outside the mountain, but the scenery was pretty good. The old Taoist priest, with his hands behind his back and a stooped figure, climbed the mountain slowly, with a sad face and long sighs.

In a remote and remote area, it is more difficult to become a serious Taoist official than to reach heaven.

The Taoist temple is so small that as long as you open the door, you can see the main hall. Except for the bell tower and drum tower, there is not even a two-story building.

We are really poor. Rich people have thousands of ways to live a good life, but poor people have only one way to live a miserable life.

Yingchuan County has five counties under its jurisdiction, and there are a total of three Taoist temples built by the government. Logically speaking, no matter how bad the spiritual realm temple is, it should not only have this little incense. The problem is that comparing people to others is annoying, and you have to lose it when you compare goods. Just say next door The Taoist temple in the county has good luck and ancestors built a Qiuzu Hall. It is said that it contains a Taoist collection published by the imperial court. Therefore, pilgrims in the county would rather go a long way to burn incense there.

In recent years, Temple Master Hong has been thinking about the day he can help Lingjing Temple build a temple of wealth.

Therefore, the young people in the Taoist temple were all worried about such a thing when they heard that the old temple master talked in his sleep.

Including the temple master Hong Miao, there are only six "resident Taoists" in total, because Liu Fang, who is nominally a temple priest, does not live on the mountain.

Hong Miao walked into the Taoist temple and found that there was only Chang Geng, the official in charge of the kitchen. As for the others, he left them alone. They would never get up unless they had three o'clock in the morning. None of them were diligent. This old man in the courtyard had knocked on the door before. I rang the morning bell. I guess I had nothing to do. There was a quota for charcoal in the temple, so I swept the floor there. I met the old temple owner, holding a broom in his arms. He said hello, lightly stamped his feet, lowered his head and rubbed his hands. Breathe. The Taoist temple is small, and the only advantage is that there are many official titles, so you can choose at will. When Chang Geng was young, he was one of the few big pilgrims to Lingjing Temple. After looking through his account books, he gave the Taoist temple almost three hundred taels of silver and also gave the Taoist temple many books. Of course, Chang Geng insisted that he lent them to the Taoist temple, at least. It was worth seventy or eighty taels of silver. Just such a mess left by the previous host made it possible for Chang Geng, whose family was in decline, to bring a poor relative here to make a living, otherwise he would make a fortune. The status of a "resident Taoist" who can receive a monthly salary is not an easy thing. Within a county, there are many people who want to enter the spiritual realm through connections.

Hong Miao and Chang Geng nodded in greeting, walked around the main hall, stepped out of the threshold, and stood at the gate of the Taoist temple for a while. After returning to the courtyard, Chang Geng forced a smile on his wrinkled face. Asked: "Guanzhu Hong, are you waiting for someone?"

Hong Miao shook his head with a smile and began to fight in the courtyard. Chang Geng dragged his broom and stood aside. One after another, three young people walked out of one room, with their hands inserted into their cotton robes and their shoulders hunched. , shivering, exhaling a big mouthful of mist, watching the visitor wandering around there, seeing too much, really not interested, so everyone went about their own business. Several non-adjacent vegetable gardens have been opened up on the mountain. As for the Taoist temple's private property, there are more than ten acres, most of which were allocated by the county government. After all, it is a single seedling within the jurisdiction, so we can't just watch it. The incense was broken.

The last one to walk out of the house was a sleepy-eyed young man. His appearance could only be regarded as upright. He bowed his head and put his hands in his sleeves. In the winter, it was snowing and cold, and the snow was getting colder. The so-called Taoist robes they were wearing, If you can't withstand the cold, just make do with it. The young man first called Chang Geng Uncle Chang, and the old man smiled and nodded in greeting. In fact, the Taoist temple sweeping the floor and the morning bell and evening drum errands were supposed to be the young man's errands, so the old man helped, but several young people took turns. If you do it by emptying the toilet, you won't have to do it. You are not a rich young man, so you can do it yourself.

After Hong Miao finished fighting, the young man named Chen Cong called Guanzhu Hong.

Hong Miao just nodded. He usually didn't have a good attitude toward the old man and the young man. They were not talkative about being lazy and lazy. However, the two of them and the others had average moral character. They would never take any work if they could be lazy. This really made Hong Miao dislike it. stand up.

After that, there was a boring morning class. Except for the young man who was still serious, there were two bastards who were just shaking their heads and pecking at the rice.

In addition to Chen Cong, there are three young people named Ma Chong, Tugao and Lin Xin.

Among them, Ma Zhong and Miao Zhu Liu Fang are relatives, damn, they came in through connections, because Liu Fang privately promised to give Lingjing Guan two more acres of land in a few years. As for how many years, how many years? , Hong Miao didn't bother to ask. Anyway, before he left office, if Liu Fang still didn't hand over the land deed to Taoist Temple, he would just pack up and get out together.

This guy Ma Zhong has already thought of his Taoist name. I went to school when I was young. I liked reading but was careless in my studies. I always liked to go to the Taoist temple fair next door, just to read the miscellaneous books, comic books, legends of strange monsters, koan novels, and smoke powder ghosts at the roadside stalls at the temple fair. Be willing to spend money. Perhaps because he was blinded by reading the book, Ma Zhong always harbored some delusional dream. From time to time, he would ask the viewer, Hong Miao, if you, old man, are the kind of worldly master described in the book?

In fact, Hong Miao did know some magical techniques similar to flying in the clouds and riding the mist written in his hand.

But I was really impatient with being pestered, so I just said a few perfunctory words, "Yes, yes, I will teach you some magic skills later. Just wait patiently. Go and water the vegetable garden first."

As for Lin Xin, just by looking at his name, you can tell that the family has a lot of money. Generally speaking, poor people would not use such a rare word in their name. Because the word "Xu" is too uncommon, it is often misunderstood by outsiders, and he is habitually called " Lin Li, the Taoist temple followed suit. Lin Xin didn't bother to care, they were just a bunch of country bumpkins with no future. Lin Xuan's family opened several shops in the county town, and they were considered to be a well-off family. Because his parents thought that he always liked to cause trouble and fight with others, such as the county magistrate... He saved some money for the workshop down below and spent money on trust. After losing the relationship, he was thrown here and handed over to the help of the old immortal Hong to "strictly control and persuade people to do good".

Every time Lin Xuan went home from the mountain and returned to the Taoist temple, he would brag about the brand-new clothes he was wearing, which cost several taels of silver.

Only Tu Gao was admitted to the Lingjing Temple based on his true ability. He was from a "right path" background, which meant that he was studying at the Taoist Temple.

Tugao has a strange surname and a rare first name. I have always believed that I have a great background, but in fact I am just a country villager.

Ma Zhong always has some strange opinions.

Our viewer looks like a martial artist, knowing a lot of martial arts techniques.

I heard that the old temple owner, when he first came here, liked to drop his book bag, but now that more than ten years have passed, he is no longer too lazy to play the piano with outsiders.

Hong Miao taught a Taoist art of breathing and exhaling, which was regarded as mysterious by the old temple master. Later, the truth was revealed to Lin Xin. It turns out that any government-built Taoist temple can teach this so-called "immortal" to the resident Taoist priests. After the result, Lin Xin was busy in the vegetable garden and kitchen for the whole month, but for giving some copper coins, Tu Gao and Chen Cong did the work for him.

Ma Zhong always lives in his own world. Lin Xin seemed to be laughing and joking every day, enthusiastic and cheerful, and seemed to like to be brothers with everyone. Of course, he also often fell out with each other. Afterwards, he acted like a normal person. Tu Gao liked to show off to Chen Cong the most, and Chen Cong was also a bad guy. Yes, you won’t suffer a loss every time. Even if you lose money here, you can always make up for it elsewhere. Among them, the ones who really fought were Ma Zhong and Lin Xin. They were inside the house. Tu Gao's eyes were wandering and he didn't dare to offend anyone. Chen Cong just lay on the kang by the window. A copper coin was turned over in his hand.

Fifteen years between becoming a monk and becoming a Taoist is an extremely important watershed. It is not a small threshold. Once you have crossed it, or in other words, survived this threshold, even if you still cannot obtain a Taoist certificate or find a certain Taoist official to serve as your If you don't have a formal Taoist lineage under the title of "Master", you can go to the county government to get an errand, such as being a clerk in charge of the fish scale household registration in the household. Your status is higher than that of ordinary people. The subordinate officials are much higher than the subordinates. Even officials such as the county magistrate and the county lieutenant may be willing to stop and chat for a few words when they meet in the county government office.

In fact, Ma Zhong and Lin Xin were both waiting for this.

After staying at the Taoist Temple for at least fifteen years, you will have the opportunity to work in the government office, which can be regarded as an iron rice bowl. There are also three, six or nine levels of subordinate staff. Those who have been "gilded" in Taoist temples can always get some good jobs that are both leisurely and profitable, and they can also avoid being scolded by the neighbors. At least he is more like an official than some subordinates. For example, being an official is an "official position" passed down from generation to generation. Is it a good job? Of course not. Although it is an indispensable position and has a more stable job, it always makes ordinary people feel uncomfortable.

When the morning class was over, Dian Ke Chang Geng also finished his work in the kitchen and it was time to eat. When the old patron picked up the chopsticks and picked up another chopstick, he started to grab the chopsticks like flying. When Hong Miao started again Hold out the pair of chopsticks and wait.

After resting for half an hour, there was homework waiting for him again. Sitting on the futon in the main hall, Hong Miao wasted his time, while the others were just wasting their time with the old Taoist priests.

Only Tugao could occasionally go to Hong Miao's house and look through the books that the old patron had collected for many years. However, Tugao found that many of the old patron's so-called private collections were stamped with the same book collection seal. I thought about it with my buttocks, knowing that it was the old book collected by Chang Geng, the collector. Many times, I thought about helping the old patron to tear off those stamped pages. Wouldn’t it be equivalent to selling the stolen goods, but in the end I didn’t dare to do it. .

The wind rustled in the pines, day by day, just like that, the morning bell and the evening drum hit, I finished my homework and had a meal every day, went to bed and woke up to another day, and the time passed by like water.

There was another heavy snowfall last night, and the sky and the earth were like people wearing fox fur. About two miles away from the Taoist temple, there was a river and a wooden bridge. Chen Cong often went down the mountain alone to hang out here.

Today the ice is frozen under the bridge and there are no pedestrians on the road. The boy in cotton-padded clothes put on a pair of old leather boots and walked on the wooden bridge. He jumped a few times and the snow on the bridge fell like silver on the ice.

The young man has an excellent memory and has a photographic memory. He can still remember half of a person after many years.

Moreover, Chen Cong only flipped through the handful of books in Lingjingguan and gained many insights of his own.

This made Chen Cong feel incredible and puzzled. It was so mysterious and mysterious that it was as if... he had read these books in his previous life.

Moreover, Chen Cong found that he always seemed to feel a little inexplicable sadness or joy.

Finally, the boy finally came to a conclusion that made complete sense!

Damn it, I can't be the kind of monastic genius mentioned in the book.

Chen Cong grinned, squatted down, grabbed a handful of snow, and slapped it on his face. Calm down, be calm, be restrained.

Not long ago, I heard that a strange thing happened in Fucheng. I heard that it was caused by ghosts that came from elsewhere, and several lives were lost. Soon a group of Taoist officials sent by the imperial court came. Then the old temple master Hong Miao seemed to have aged another ten years overnight. After that, he would often be at the entrance of the Taoist temple, as if waiting for someone. Then, two strange faces came inside the Taoist temple, a man and a woman, but neither of them were wearing Taoist robes.

Several of them were squatting under the eaves, basking in the sun in a row.

The man seemed to have glanced at Tu Gao a few more times, while the young woman with a cold face glanced at everyone, and finally her eyes lingered briefly on Ma Zhong, but they were not too concerned.

She and Hong Miao beside her shook their heads imperceptibly. The old Taoist priest sighed slightly, seeming a little disappointed, but not too disappointed. He was probably mentally prepared for it.

It is true that a good wife cannot make a living without rice. These children are already the best Taoist officials' embryos that the old Taoist priests have been able to find in one county over the years. Regardless of whether it was brought to the door on his own initiative or by the person Hong Miao had chosen, there still seemed to be no surprises. Otherwise, Hong Miao was the abbot of Yiguan after all. He could really do whatever he wanted with the temple blessing Liu Fang and Dianke Chang Geng alone. Just bring people in?

Today, this group of children actually don't know one thing. If they want to serve as the abbot Taoist priest of an official Taoist temple, unless they are the kind of learned people with profound knowledge, their cultivation must start in the cave realm. And Hong Miao belongs to the latter. It’s just that Hong Miao has good practice, but he is not very enlightened when it comes to studying. As for the teaching of urns, many exams cannot be bypassed, so he has been stuck as a candidate for Taoist officials, but Hong Miao The reason why he can still make up for the lack of spiritual realm is by relying on the old Taoist priest's sea-viewing cultivation. Of course, this has nothing to do with the fact that spiritual realm has nothing to do with "fat deficiency".

In this matter, Ma Zhong's view was actually not too wrong. He made a mistake by mistake, and the child was really wrong.

In order to stop the ferocious ghost crossing the border, the old Taoist priest had actually been seriously injured. Although he fell, he had made a contribution and would be recorded by the Fucheng Yamen. If nothing goes wrong, he would also be given a life-saving stone. His life-extending elixir is extremely rare and cannot be bought with money, but he can no longer serve as the master of this Taoist temple. To put it simply, he can go to a Qingshui Yamen in Fucheng to take care of his old age.

Hong Miao has his own plans for these children.

Ma Zhong actually had the best qualifications and was the one with whom Hong Miao had the highest hopes. Of course, there was still a big gap compared to the Taoist figures in the Taoist Temple.

Lin Xuan was just a rich man who was just messing around. Let’s not talk about it. The incense and incense of the Taoist temple depended largely on his family’s financial support. Hong Miao had almost spent all the money he had saved with great effort to refine the pitiful spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, in the Taoist temple, Hong Miao secretly observed several times that those little bastards were not Dozing off means being ignorant, and no one can notice the ripples of Qi. In fact, this already explains the problem. It is hard to make a conclusion on whether Ma Zhong, including Ma Zhong, can practice in the future, but at least it is certain that there is no The kind of true genius that is suitable for spiritual practice in heaven.

He has strong bones and strong muscles, and is likely to practice martial arts. In addition, he is the most promising candidate to become a Taoist candidate based on his studies.

As for Chen Cong, he has a good memory and can barely be regarded as a scholar. He can read some books here in Taoist Temple to lay a good foundation. He can just take the imperial examination in the future. He does not expect to pass the examination. In the future, it will not be difficult to have a reputation as a scholar and start a family. .

And these two strange people in the world are old friends from Fucheng. One is named Song Tuo, and the girl is named Tan Sou.

Song Tuo is a fifth-level martial artist. He has finally reached the second level of Qi refining. He is also following the path of internal martial arts. So after ten or twenty years of hard work, he can reach the sixth level. I think that as long as you reach the Sixth Realm, you can earn a high official status in any city. Even if you open a tavern to recruit disciples or establish a sect, there will be no problem. What's more, Song Tuo was good friends with a certain Seventh Realm Grandmaster in Yashan of the Red Gold Dynasty. This Golden Body Realm martial artist was said to be a re-disciple of a direct disciple of that "Master Lin".

In Ruzhou, whether you have one or several friends from Yashan is a status symbol. Warriors under the mountain, monks on the mountain, and Taoist officials are all inevitable.

As for the young female cultivator Tan Sou, she was a Qi practitioner on the road of smuggling urns. She was extremely young in the Dongfu realm. After all, she was less than forty years old and was already a fifth-level immortal.

Some things cannot be compared with those unattainable Taoist geniuses. It is too easy to become discouraged.

Moreover, Tansuo belongs to a family with profound knowledge and a private altar. To put it simply, he is a family of a county magistrate who is qualified to engage in private urn trading. The government will not support it, but it will not explicitly prohibit it. It is said that her first name was Zheng, which has the same pronunciation as Zu but different characters. Later, for some reason, probably because the word "甔" was too unfamiliar, it was changed to the relatively simple word "薮".

After entering the house and closing the door, Hong Miao smiled bitterly and said: "It's a pity that it's not spring, otherwise I wouldn't dare to stop that Dragon Gate realm ghost. It's not an extravagant hope to stop it for a moment longer."

The old Taoist priest learned some thunder techniques when he was young. According to the golden rules established by the majestic Bai Yujing, there is only one master, which determines the legal system of a Taoist official in his life. It is extremely difficult to change, but the Taoist priest practices other magic methods. There are no restrictions, there are almost no taboos, the more the merrier. Hong Miao has mastered the side door thunder method, which is a box-pressing skill he learned from a strange man when he was young. According to the Taoist scriptures, objects are formed by the gathering of vitality and smoke, and those whose true spirit is completely dispersed are wild ghosts. Wandering ghost. The sound of spring thunder between heaven and earth is like a drum to those evil and evil beings. It's a pity that Hong Miao is limited by his own bones and is not good at learning Taoism. He can only refine and condense three or two layers of blowing wind at noon in the golden autumn season year after year, and then cooperate with the hand mine method. It's a pity to deal with it. A dragon gate realm ghost is simply not enough to look at.

Hong Miao took out a bunch of Nine Emperors coins with yellow tassels from his sleeve and laughed at himself: "This fight really cost my grandma's family."

This is a precious magic weapon that was given by the imperial court as a rule after Hong Miao became the abbot of Lingjingguan.

The imperial courts of various countries in Ruzhou gave different rewards. There are many types of demon-quenching mirrors, demon-catching gourds, talismans, etc.

Song Tuo's face was solemn, "Brother Hong, I can help introduce you to the Baiyu Gang. I have always had a good relationship with the gang leader Liu Xi."

Hong Miao waved his hand and said: "Whoever follows the other brother, please don't make a fool of yourself. As a sect affiliated with Yashan, the Baiyu Gang has a very high threshold, not to mention the entire Yashan, especially they don't like to interact with Taoist officials from other countries." , Grandmaster Liu may be willing to give you Song Tuo the status of a guest of the Baiyu Gang for free, but it is hard to say if you are a friend of a friend. If you were a poor Taoist, most likely he would not nod this way. Why should you hurt your relationship with Liu Xi? A little bit of worldliness, how can a poor Taoist understand this?"

Hong Miao immediately sighed, "The Imperial Court's Criminal Department, plus the enshrined people inside the Fucheng Yamen, it is estimated that people will be sent here soon to investigate the detailed process of this matter, which can be regarded as a formality. Then Pindao will fight. I returned home. I was lucky, thinking that I would be able to do something here. Whether it is a Taoist official or a Jinshi, as long as I can help Yingchuan County produce such a person, I can use this merit to break the bottleneck of the sea-viewing realm. The result is not good, but I have fallen into a bad situation. Stealing the chicken will not end up losing the rice, but that's it. Now I just ask the predecessors to plant trees so that their descendants can enjoy the shade. I can't get any benefits, but I can always get something. Peace of mind. I just don’t know if I can wait until this day comes before Pindao closes his eyes."

This is the greatest selfishness of the old Taoist priest.

He took the initiative to ask to come here to serve as the abbot of the Spiritual Realm Viewing, just for this "just in case."

If a local Taoist official appears here, the old Taoist priest will have a lot of merit.

Of course, Hong Miao is not the only one who sees this. In fact, nine out of ten former Taoist abbots who want to come here to try their luck are here for this. As for the last one who is not, of course he is in the officialdom. Unsatisfactory, I was ostracized by my boss or colleagues, and was sent here to sit on the bench.

The reason why a monk falls into a bad state has endless consequences. In addition to the sharp drop in cultivation, it is difficult to use many magical powers and spells that are at the bottom of the box. The biggest problem is still the issue of Yangshou.

Hong Miao couldn't do anything just by relying on the elixir. Even if he was trying to sell iron, he would still have to go to those immortals' ferries or the familiar fairy houses on the mountains to buy a few life-extending elixirs. If you don’t have money, what else do you care about?

Song Tuo held it in for a long time, and could only say a word of comfort, "Good intentions are rewarded, so you still have to believe in your previous letter."

Hong Miao smiled and nodded, "That's right."

The old Taoist priest looked out the window, feeling a little melancholy and confused.

Hong Miao once had lofty ambitions and attainments in the Dharma, and became a person praised by Taoist books as "the heart of the human heart is as small as the sky, the heart of the sky is the abbot, and the person who has no distracting thoughts has attained the highest level of the Tao", such as Shoumanchuzhen, Zhongji, The great ordination of the Three Altars of Immortals was taught by a real "lawyer" in the palace built by the imperial court, or he was enthroned as the abbot in a certain jungle palace that was the best in Ruzhou. He could even become an earthly immortal with a golden elixir, permanently stationed on land, and be the most veritable immortal master.

The biggest extravagant wish is something that even an old Taoist priest would not dare to think about often. Of course, it is to sleepwalk on the 12th floor of the Five Cities of Baiyujing!

Tan Sou said: "Director Hong, if you don't feel condescending, you can work as a housekeeper at my house. We are always short of a teacher."

Even if Hong Miao falls, he is still a cave monk, not to mention the old Taoist priest's connections and knowledge.

It's not a very cost-effective deal, but the family can generally guarantee that it won't lose money. After all, in addition to the salary, it will definitely provide one or two life-extending pills.

The old Taoist priest smiled and waved his hands and said: "Why do you need to do a business that is not profitable for both parties? If the poor Taoist is an idle man, he will go to your Hejian Mansion to visit your house and drink a glass of good wine for free. But if you do it every day Those who are big-eyed and small-eyed, and have bad morals like poor Taoism, who are not very capable and have a bad temper, will sooner or later be unhappy with you, and when the time comes, everyone will have complaints in their hearts, so why bother."

Tan Sao was about to speak, but he quickly swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Hong Miao turned to look out the window, "Finally here."

On the other side of the corridor under the eaves, among the few squatting side by side, Chen Cong just raised his eyes slightly, continued to hold his sleeves with his hands, and yawned.

As for Ma Zhong, he had reached the corner of the wall and eavesdropped on the conversation between the three of them, but he didn't seem to hear anything.

The three figures dropped down at the foot of Lingjing Temple and chose to hike up the mountain. This was not because they valued this unknown Taoist temple, but because they did not dare not to take Bai Yujing's rules seriously.

Ma Zhong was the first to turn his head and looked at the three foreigners who entered the Taoist temple gate. He quickly stood up without even daring to breathe. They were serious Taoist officials from the court, truly gods!

Tu Gao bumped Chen Cong with his elbow, raised his chin, and signaled to take a quick look at the distinguished guests.

Chen Cong first turned his head to look at Tu Gao beside him, then raised his head blankly, and was stunned for a moment. Finally, his eyes suddenly lit up, full of curiosity, envy, inferiority, and longing.

I saw the three Taoist priests and immortals. A young monk carried a copper coin sword on his back, an old man had a pale gold demon-catching gourd hanging on his waist, and there was a girl-like female crown.

In fact, the three of them were very puzzled as to why a ghost that was roaming around in Yingchuan County, which had always been peaceful and peaceful, suddenly appeared, and its level was not low.

Therefore, from the imperial court to the capital, no one dared to take it lightly, especially the latter, who always had a tight heartstring. In fact, the so-called loss of several lives is an exaggerated rumor. However, the two county government offices were fooled by the daring ghost. Two of them had the status of Taoist officials, and one was trapped and became a child. The demon was startled and giggled endlessly. His crotch had to be wet several times every day before, how could he be so decent? There was also a Taoist official who was not a Qi practitioner, and his end was not much better. He was stripped naked and thrown into the street. , this ghost is simply provoking a county or even the country's Taoist officials.

On the other side of the border, Taoist officials had already launched a rigorous search, and the three of them were responsible for carefully searching within a radius of hundreds of miles. Worried about the cunning ghosts, they hid near the Lingjing Temple before they came to the Taoist Temple. During the inspection process, it was necessary to determine whether the ghosts were hiding in the area around the hill. After the three of them entered the Taoist temple, without waiting for Hong Miao to say a polite greeting, the young Taoist official carrying the ancient sword with copper coins held a demon mirror in his hand and used it to control the wind. As he stood up, light shone in all directions. The young Taoist priest slowly moved the bronze mirror in his hand, not even letting go of the bell and drum towers in the Lingjing Temple. Finally, his body fell back into the courtyard. Hong Miao, as the temple owner, vaguely showed a scowl, but starting from the beginning. To the end, no one made a sound.

After some interrogation in the old Taoist priest's house, the three Taoist officials recorded the contents in a book and left. After walking down the mountain, they traveled far away in the wind.

They also brought an official document from the city and left it to Hong Miao. The old Taoist priest would no longer be the master of the temple immediately. He would be appointed another one after returning to the city.

After that, the old Taoist priest called Chang Geng, the dian, and handed over the Taoist temple account books to the old man. Hong Miao asked them to wait patiently for the next abbot to take office. They did not need to worry about the handover of property, account books, books, etc., anyway, the accounting room was there. Bian only had a few dozen taels of silver left. The old Taoist priest also said that he had posted talismans in several places in the Taoist temple. Be sure not to take them off casually, as they can ward off evil spirits and avoid ghosts.

In the next few days, everyone in the Taoist temple was in danger and frightened. Fortunately, no one was seen sneaking around. When Liu Fang, the temple's blessing, heard about this, he originally wanted to take advantage of the fact that the new temple master hadn't arrived yet.

I went to Hong Miao's house to sleep for a few nights. It was fine at first, but I became more and more determined to hide in the Spiritual Realm Temple. But when I heard that Hong Miao had posted talismans in the Taoist temple, I was so frightened that I turned around and left. I ran down the mountain and made up my mind not to go up the mountain within a few months. Anyway, it didn't matter whether there was a temple or not.

Behind the Taoist temple, adjacent to a vegetable garden, there is a well that has been dry for many years. There is nothing except fallen leaves and snow.

In the early years, Lin Xuan often frightened the others, deliberately saying that there was actually the female ghost who committed suicide by throwing herself into the well. As a result, Hong Miao overheard it and scolded Lin Xun bloody.

Tujiao discovered that Ma Zhong seemed to have changed his gender recently and had become a different person. In the past, several people had a clear division of labor and no one was willing to do more. However, Ma Zhong took the initiative to take over all the work in the vegetable garden and often got up late at night. , it often took a long time to return to the house. As time passed, even Lin Xuan noticed that something was wrong, and he was just happy to see the results, and prevented others from doing things diligently. After Chen Cong was reminded by Tu Gao, he felt it was indeed strange. After thinking about it, he made an appointment with Tu Gao not to sleep at night to see what Ma Zhong was doing. As a result, Chen Cong slept like a pig and Tu Gao held on. With a sharp eye, he clearly heard the slightest movement of Ma Zhong opening and closing the door, but Tu Gao was timid after all and was afraid of the cold, so he thought about it and went to sleep.

Inside the well, the inner wall looked like a painting. It was a beautiful woman wearing a bright red trousseau. She was truly picturesque.

This is also the reason why she was able to avoid the demon mirror before. At that time, the light flowed into the well like fire, which really made the ghost feel unbearably anxious. She could only grit her teeth and hold back, otherwise she couldn't run out and kill. It would not be courting death. It's just weird. Recently, she always felt that there were some annoying little traces in the Taoist Temple. She took advantage of the absence of Taoist officials in the Taoist Temple and used a unique secret technique to carefully inspect every corner of the Taoist Temple. , it turned out that the little girl named Tanso had tampered with her, and she was not of a high level, but she secretly left a family talisman and posted it under the desk in Hong Miao's house. The killer trick? It can indeed be regarded as thoughtful. With luck, in a few decades, or a hundred or two hundred years, I might still be a little more jealous.

Haha, now you are playing tricks with me, little girl, you are still very young.

As for that Ma Zhong, it was true that she was a nightmare and confused, but in fact she knew better that if Ma Zhong hadn't been unreliable, it wouldn't have been so smooth.

No matter what, she plans to practice here for a long time.

In the capital city of Nanhe State, a Taoist official who has reached the fifth level of the old immortals. As the real protector of the country, tonight the old master is on the high platform at the Qintian Prison to watch the sky at night. After turning back his eyes, the old master sitting on the futon is faintly With a sigh, how could he dare to tell outsiders about a certain guess in his mind? Even His Majesty the Emperor did not dare to say a word.

A country's ritual system consists of roads, prefectures, prefectures, and counties. Prefectures are not permanent establishments. Prefectures are often found in key places. For example, Yingchuan County, where ghosts have been banned recently, has been fighting for freedom for the past hundred years. The county was promoted to a government.

The reason why His Majesty the Emperor did not dare to mention a word.

Nowadays, there is a small hidden landscape on the border of Nanhe Kingdom. It is very likely that it is a trace of Taoism of a certain great monk under some special circumstances.

For example, a person who has attained the Tao lives in a secluded Taoist temple in the mountains and then retreats, unable to suppress the dispersion of his Tao Qi. He should have started in the Immortal Realm. In other words, a certain great monk passed away quietly, and his Tao Qi completely dispersed between heaven and earth. No matter what, the old man did not dare to report this matter to Bai Yujing. In the final analysis, except for this weird site, its origin is unknown and it is full of suspense, but just talking about influence, talking about breaking the world, it is still a small thing after all, it is just an extra Dragon Gate realm ghost. Once Bai Yujing is alerted, it is not a trivial matter. If he is not careful, it will become a huge matter. Not to mention him, even His Majesty the Emperor and the entire court cannot bear the consequences.

If Grand Master Bai Yujing was still there, or if Master Lu was in charge of world affairs, it wouldn't be a big problem.

Maybe with great luck, that headmaster Lu, who likes to play with the human world, can pay a visit to the capital of Nanhe Kingdom.

Thinking of this, the old master sighed again. He has been cultivating Taoism for hundreds of years and has never been to Bai Yujing. He only saw a Bai Yujing heavenly Taoist official who attended the ceremony from a distance. He was far away and could see clearly. He didn't dare to Come up and chat for a while.

The problem is that Headmaster Yu is now in charge of world affairs.

Since it's not a big deal, and a ghost that's just a golden elixir at most is attacking, and it doesn't cause any big trouble, then it's a trivial matter, just catch the female ghost.

At the top of Leyue Peak, I stopped walking after hard work, felt a little excited, and subconsciously turned my head to look in one direction.

It’s just that in recent times, I have seen too many strange things, so I won’t go into them in detail.

Especially the appearance of Lin Jiangxian, and then the Bixiao Cave Master, and before that, the Yongzhou Dragon Master who inexplicably vomited blood after making a fortune...

On the outskirts of the small county town of Yingchuan County, in the Lingjing Temple on the mountain, late at night, Ma Zhong went to the well again, jumped straight down, landed at the bottom of the well, and saw the beauty mural.

Lin Xin slept soundly and snored loudly.

Tu Gao tossed and turned, but still couldn't muster up the courage to follow Ma Zhong. He was hesitating whether to tell the old temple owner about this, but suddenly found that there was no address. How could he find it.

The young man Chen Cong was lying on the side closest to the window, with his right hand against his abdomen, his left hand gently making a fist, and the back of his hand against the palm of his right hand, holding a decorative porcelain piece.

Maybe it was because of some sweet dream, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was smiling.

Seemingly asleep but not asleep, half awake but not awake, this young man with slightly dark skin and an upright appearance was only thinking something in his heart.

“Whatever is in me is virtue.”

"Wandering around in it cannot leave the cave house of ignorance."

Now and in the future, all kinds of adversities and unfavorable things will be eliminated, and your body and mind will be at ease, peaceful and auspicious.

Carry out all good deeds and refrain from all evil deeds. Pluck the snow to find spring, burn the lanterns to continue the day.