"Big Fire Wheel, the monks have left, do you want to leave too?" This time it was Zhu Yun who stepped in to stop him.

"What do you think? I came here with Master Wuxu to watch the fun, so I don't think I'm offending Zhumen, right?" Big Fire Wheel was a little flustered. The monks had all gone far away. There were only eight people around him, although he was also famous in the world.

The Eight Great Vajras, but not to mention how powerful Brother Zhu Yun is, he knows how powerful the two Taoist masters are, and they are obviously no match for them.

"We don't want to do anything, we just want to know what you want from Big Fire Wheel." Zhu Tong covered his shoulders and made a painful expression:

"In Shanghai, your men came to me for no reason; if it weren't for my luck, I, the newly famous lone wolf with a thousand faces, might have died under the razor. Later on the train, you actually invited someone from the Western Regions

Killer. I want to know, what grudge does Fourth Grade Honghuo have against me, Zhumen, to make you, Big Fire Wheel, so vicious? Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Cheng Feng gathered around with a group of fake monks, all holding wooden sticks.

"Okay, it's useless to say anything now. You have won. Of course I have to give you an explanation."

A wheel knife appeared in the right hand of the big fire wheel, the size of a palm, with a tiger head in the middle and four spiral blades on the outside.

"Chi!" There was a slight whistle, and the wheel knife rotated on the fingertips of the big fire wheel, and a trace of cold air came out.

"I leave this hand to you." The big fire wheel shouted, and the wheel knife cut towards his left hand.

"Sneeze!" Zhu Tong felt the murderous aura of the wheel knife, his eyebrows were itchy, tears flowed down his face, and he couldn't help but let out a big sneeze.

There was a bit of black shadow mixed in the saliva, and it sprayed a large fire wheel over the wheel knife, all over his head and face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhu Tong rubbed his eyes and apologized repeatedly.

The wheel knife stopped in the right hand of the big wheel, and his left hand was also intact; however, Zhu Tong's eyes were bright, but his heart was confused.

A small black shadow was moving rapidly. The head of the big fire wheel became transparent, and the bones, blood vessels and muscles were clearly displayed in front of Zhu Tong's eyes. Gradually, the neck and chest of the big fire wheel became transparent; wherever the black pupa went,

Big Fire Wheel became a transparent person in Zhu Tong's eyes.

"You can kill me, what does that mean? You are insulting my big fire wheel, and you are also insulting the fourth grade red fire."

It's strange that bones can talk. Zhu Tong turned around blankly and saw his senior brother's puzzled eyes, Cheng Feng's naughty smile, and Mu Taoist shaking his head slightly; could it be that they didn't see the change in the big fire wheel.

The old man chuckled and said, "You can go. The feud between Zhu Men and Zhu Meng has been settled. Since we are all from the Jianghu family, we should take care of each other if we can from now on. If there are any conflicts, please be reasonable and stop resorting to those shameful means."

The master's words can be worth ten thousand words; Big Wheel immediately lost his temper, stretched out his hands to wipe the saliva on his face, and led people out of the Tianwang Temple bitterly. In fact, he made a profit. Although the saliva on his face was embarrassing, it was safe.

With one hand, it's still a very cost-effective deal.

The big steamer was gone, but Zhu Tong could hear him bragging to his men, could feel them boarding a tourist bus parked by the road, and could feel that Wuxu and a group of monks were also on the bus.

The bus drove far away, and the big fire wheel became a black spot, reflecting in Zhu Tong's heart.

Zhu Tong understood. He just sprayed out the first Gu insect he had received after receiving the divine inheritance. It was a seed.

Farther and farther away, the black spots became lighter and lighter; Zhu Tong once again heard the sounds around him and saw the scenes around him.

The Mu Taoist was as fat and thin as an old man, and he looked about the same age. He said politely: "Senior, please write a word for me, Tao Zong."

"The devil knows what you mean." The old man chuckled and cursed, picked up the pen again, and slowly wrote the word "Tao".

"Tao is very Tao. What do these words mean? How do you pronounce them? It all depends on how you understand the word 'Tao'. Take it. When you can escape from this word, you will achieve great results. Bamboo

If a Taoist master understands the way of mountains and rivers, he is better than you. However, it is difficult. Taoism has been pretending to be mysterious for too long, wasting so many opportunities and so much time, and everything today is self-inflicted."

Even the two Taoist priests were included, and all the outsiders in the courtyard had left. Zhu Yun and Zhu Tongcai knelt in front of the old man and did not speak, because they did not know what to say.

The dark clouds in the sky just now disappeared into nothing after the old man appeared and only wrote the word "Zen"; the old man did not rely on any coercive power, but an awe-inspiring aura.

Brother Cheng Feng and Cheng Hu were sent out to close the door. The Tianwang Temple will not accept incense today.

The old man was sitting in the main hall, where the fake monk used to sit, smoking a dry cigarette. Standing in front of him were two brothers, Zhu Yun and Zhu Tong.

"What have you brothers and sisters done in these years? When did Zhu Men degenerate like this? Where is your master?"

Zhu Yun was old, so he had to bite the bullet and explain: "Master passed away the year before last?"

"Senior brother Zhu Lan will be drowned? It's okay to lie to others; what did you do to make him angry? He must be hiding somewhere. Zhu Lan can die however he wants, as long as he won't drown, he won't

Burned to death."

After hearing what Zhu Yun said about the old liar, the old man shook his head in disbelief. Zhu Tong knew the master's name for the first time.

"It's been almost fifty years. Senior brother was the bearer determined by the elders. He was only sixteen years old when he left. He was the one with the highest cultivation level in the Zhu sect. How could he die before he was seventy? You can't even hold such a small scene.

He can't handle it either, he's not like his disciples."

"Master only taught us the Pengma Kung Fu and taught us a dog-skin plaster. He didn't teach us any other skills carefully." Zhu Yun said honestly; "We came back here just to find our seniors."

"Where's the mask? Who did your master Zhu Lan pass the mask to?" The old man used his pipe stick to draw the word "cha" in the air.

Zhu Tong's mind was shaken, and he gradually felt that everything about him was unfolding in front of the old man, like a naked baby.

"None of you have." The old man sighed: "Brother, what exactly does he want to do?"

Zhu Yun looked back at Zhu Tong, the surprise in his eyes showed that the old man had also explored his body.

"Excuse me, what do you call your uncle? We have been with the master for many years, but we have never heard him say anything about the master's sect; the master does not even let us come here casually." Zhu Yun pulled Zhu Tong to kneel down and kowtow.

"Your master's name is Zhu Lan, my name is Zhu Huang, and you have an uncle named Zhu Hong. It was too noisy here at that time, so I had to go back to my hometown in Jiangxi. After a few decades, the two of them left and never came back? You have already

Not counting people from the Zhu family, I can’t even write Chinese characters well, which I have to practice since I was a child.”

The old man didn't speak anymore, but Zhu Tong was thinking about the mask. The master had a mask, and he played with it for a while when he was a child. After escaping from the seaside town, he never saw the master take it out. But the old man said that the master's age was wrong.

The old liar is only fifty years old. Is it possible that the old man got the wrong person? The names of the three brothers are quite strange. Does Zhu Men open a paint shop?

Keeping this thought in mind, Zhu Tong remained silent and did not say anything about the mask.

"There must be a reason for him to do this. Zhu Lan is more knowledgeable than me. Since he deliberately hides, no one can find him." The old man pondered for a long time and finally raised his head: "You should do what you should do and do it well.

Now, I’ll take Zhu Chenghu back and give you a real Zhu sect disciple as a helper in three or five years. Didn’t your master say that Zhu sect disciples should be named in three, one, and two? Hey, it seems like he is discouraged, that’s fine.

, he will be called Zhu Hu from now on. Our master has a double character, but when it comes to his turn, he will still have a single character."

Since the old man said this, Zhu Yun, although unwilling to give in, knew that it would be useless to say anything else. He lowered his head and said, "Yes, thanks to Uncle Master for taking care of him. Cheng Hu is relatively stable."

Zhu Tong secretly glanced at his watch at this time, and saw that it was almost ten o'clock. His only concern for his master was to help his senior brother overcome difficulties, and now he was even more worried about whether Ye'er would be impatient.

"Zhu Yun, you have done a good job, just let those monks eat some turtles. You come with me."

"Ah." Zhu Tong was pulled by his senior brother and saw his uncle Zhu Huang looking at him. He quickly stood up and followed him out.

Without walking far, the old man took Zhu Tong into the side hall of Tianwang Temple.

"Tell me, how did you get into trouble with the Gu Po?"

Zhu Tong knew that all the conditions in his body had been clearly examined by his uncle with great supernatural powers, so he did not hide it and explained in detail the reasons why he came to Xiangxi.

"It turns out you weren't plotted by a Gu insect."

The old man extended his index finger to point at Zhu Tongyintang's acupoint, and immediately stopped it: "It is indeed a Gu God, a powerful thing. You have to be careful."

"Uncle Master, will it hurt me?" Zhu Tong asked hesitantly. With such a thing in his body, he always felt something was wrong.

"Every Gu God has a mixture of good and bad, otherwise it wouldn't be so mysterious. Some people want to get its favor, and some want to get rid of it desperately." The old man lit the statue of the god in the temple with his pipe, and said with a smile: "Seeing the two of them

Is that so? Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo escaped with their lives by relying on butterfly Gu, but they never saw the light of day again and could only live in darkness. But they are also considered lucky, and nothing in the world can disturb them anymore."

"Really?" Zhu Tong looked at the two statues suspiciously and thought: Isn't that a legend?

The old man stopped explaining, his eyes flashed, and he looked directly at Zhu Tong's eyebrows: "Is the divine message you got a blessing or a curse? I still can't figure it out; but things in the world are like this, you must pay for the benefits.

Cost. Just like our Zhumen healing technique, although it only involves writing a word, I have practiced it for half a lifetime and can only write seven times a year. To treat seven people, writing one more word is a life-threatening matter. We are

If we use our mind as medicine, others will look relaxed. They don’t know that every word consumes our energy.”

Zhu Tong nodded: "No wonder I get a headache every time I apply plaster."

"That's different. The dog-skin plaster is a charm, and it's a tricky workaround. Your master is best at that, and he doesn't like to write and treat people's illnesses. Senior brother often says that life and death are determined by fate, and people will never die.

The sky will never fall for anyone, and the disciples of the Zhu family cannot risk their lives just because they act against heaven and seek medical treatment."

This is true. Zhu Tong has followed Master for many years and has never seen an old liar write to treat people's illnesses. This sentence is also like what Master said, an old liar never suffers a loss.

"I can't help you." The old man smoked a dry cigarette and exhaled smoke in a long breath; "The word 'spirit' that was passed on to you earlier is supposed to restrain the poisonous insects. It may be useful to the poisonous gods. You should practice it diligently. There are only advantages and no disadvantages.

"

"Uncle Master, you just said that everything has pros and cons." Zhu Tong protested in a low voice.

The old man chuckled: "Your temper is very similar to that of my senior brother. Your name is Zhu Tong, and you are also known as a lone wolf. Am I wrong? If you practice the word 'ling', it will take at least three years to become a lone wolf."

If you want to be a small success, it will take you an hour every day; if you want to be a big success, you have to insist on writing more than 300 times a day in the past three years, which will take a whole day. You don’t have the energy, and you don’t have that much time. You

Can you follow me for three years like Zhu Hu?"

"No." Zhu Tong answered honestly. Ye'er started to get a headache after writing a few of the word 'spirit' taught by the old man every day. Zhu Tong could only write a dozen at most. He didn't want to experience the pain of practicing the Three Ghosts Curse again.

Try it a second time.

"Maybe your master is right. The world has changed. The more people there are, the weaker the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. I can't write Shu in the city. Your master is sad. Decades ago, he saw our

Master was beaten to death as a liar because he wrote spells; if you see him, tell him that Zhu Huang is waiting for his senior brother in his hometown." The old man didn't know what he thought of, and his expression was sad;

"During the Republic of China, after the massacre of Master Tianyin, the elders of the sect established this rule. Among us three brothers, I am the only one who has to teach the art of ghosts and gods. If your heart is not here, go ahead. Zhu sect's inheritance

The next generation will only rely on you, and you must lay a good foundation for them. Zhu Hu has a broad and calm temperament, and his Peng Ma skills have been completed, and he can withstand the test of spells; I will wear the skills of ghosts and gods to him; Zhu Tong, if you

When you accept a disciple, Uncle Master, you will also teach him, but his mind must be honest, and you must first lay a solid foundation for him."
To be continued...