It was close to Zishi when Jiang Chou returned to Xiaoqingguan.
Originally I just wanted to go down the mountain and post some enlightenment, but who would have thought that along the way I would exorcise ghosts, kill people and fight witches, and in the end I would bring back a dead baby ghost.
I'm really too busy.
Jiang Chou took a look at the "recruiting master" wooden sign standing in front of the gate and saw no signs of inspection around it. Jiang Chou sighed softly.
Sure enough, no one has been here before. Talent is hard to find these days.
Entering the temple, passing by the main hall and seeing the remains of candles everywhere, Jiang Chou's mood was just like his name, like a river of sorrow rolling endlessly.
After placing the sleeping Qi Qi, he burned one-third of today's paper money for the master, and threw the Wanjuan book next to the master's tomb. Jiang Chou came to the backyard, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes,
With five hearts raised to the sky, I silently recited the nameless mantra.
Although the old Taoist priest has passed away, Jiang Chou still practices the formula nine times every night due to the habits he developed over the years.
While thinking silently, he once again felt the unknown aura in his body. He had used some of it when dealing with the witch, but what made Jiang Chou feel relieved was that the amount of aura had not decreased much.
He controlled his breath to move around his body, limbs, bones, and internal organs, one by one, and the whole person was enveloped in a layer of misty smoke.
Although this aura has not allowed Jiang Chou to step into the first level of Qi training, the effect of strengthening his body is still very obvious. At least Jiang Chou has not been sick for many years. More importantly, this aura can faintly emanate from his body.
It gives off some kind of indescribable temperament.
He looks more handsome and more like a Taoist priest, which is beneficial to his job.
What Jiang Chou didn't know was that while he was practicing the nameless mantra, Qi Qi, who was sleeping soundly in the bedroom, became more and more relaxed, his tightly pressed pale lips gradually became softer, and the little guy twisted his body slightly in his sleep comfortably.
, there was a hint of blood on the face; Wanjuan was lying next to the old Taoist priest's spiritual tablet, turning the pages left and right, feeling as comfortable as a woman sunbathing on the beach.
What Jiang Chou didn't even know was that at this moment, at the foot of Xiaoqing Mountain, an old man carrying an ancient ordinary sword box and dressed in ragged clothes, like a farmer who could be seen everywhere in the village, suddenly raised his head, with wrinkles on his face like old tree bark.
obvious.
He squinted his eyes and looked towards the mountain, a trace of surprise flashed in his somewhat chaotic eyes.
"Fairy energy?"
…
Broken Mountain Temple.
After Jiang Chou left, the two broken statues were erected and put together, but the gap in the middle could not be restored. Spiders and insects came out of the darkness again, weaving webs and admiring the moon.
Watch the moon.
Suddenly, a gust of dark wind came and instantly broke open the wooden door of the mountain temple and entered the temple.
The spiders had no time to escape and fell from the spider web with their stiff bodies.
Suddenly, there was a series of dense and slight "clicking" sounds in the hall.
The sinister wind dispersed, revealing a ghost with a pale face and a circle of hideous wounds on its neck!
This is a powerful decapitated ghost. He was beheaded in life and turned into a ghost after death. His head and neck were sewn together with some kind of unidentifiable black silk thread, and the joints turned gently with his breathing.
As soon as he glanced at it, the statue instantly exploded into countless fragments. The fragments flew around, but none of them fell on him.
"Gone?"
His face changed, his expression became angry and ferocious, and he clenched his fists.
"who is it!"
Endless ghostly energy and wind erupted from his body, almost exploding the entire mountain temple!
After a while, he calmed down and his eyes were firm.
He whispered to the place where the statue was originally: "Don't worry, no matter who takes your daughter away. As long as she is still alive, I will definitely find her and take good care of her for you."
"Wanrong, have a good trip."
"I love you."
He closed his eyes, and two lines of sad blood tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Then the dark wind swept over him and disappeared into the mountain temple.
…
Qinghe County and Pingyang County are fifty miles apart. There is a spiritual sect between the two counties, which protects the surrounding five counties including these two counties.
This is Zhongtong Gate.
In addition to Bai Yujing, the Huang Kingdom also assigned the security maintenance work of thousands of counties in thirteen states and thousands of counties within the territory to various sects. When Bai Yujing is short of manpower or there is an emergency,
At this time, these sects must also fulfill their responsibilities.
During the sect review every ten years, a scoring review will be conducted based on the sect's performance in these ten years, rankings will be updated, and the resource supply for the next ten years will be allocated.
At the end of this year, there will be another sect inspection, and there are still about nine months left.
Zhongtong Sect has been established for nearly forty years, and its rating has always been the lowest grade nine sect, which is slightly better than an inferior Taoist temple like Xiao Qing Guan.
But this little bit of strength is enough for Zhongtongmen to crush Xiaoqingguan.
As long as we can swallow up the three affiliated Taoist temples, including Xiaoqing Temple, and use the remaining half a year to manage and integrate them, there may be a chance to impact the eighth-grade sect in the year-end review.
But something unexpected happened.
At this moment, in the side hall of Zhongtong Gate, the head of Zhongtong Gate and the three elders were present, and two people were kneeling below.
The two of them were the fat brothers who were kicked out of Xiao Qingguan one by one by Jiang Chou.
"You mean, that little Taoist priest kicked you off the mountain without even giving you a chance to speak?"
The man in the middle passage is an old man who looks to be in his sixties. He is dressed in gray robes and holds a whisk. His hair is silver-white and his eye sockets are so sunken that he looks like he is about to vomit his eyeballs out.
The Fatty brothers looked at each other. The eldest brother held his broken left leg, while the second brother held his unconscious right arm and nodded quickly.
The man in the middle passage frowned, his eyes showing displeasure.
At this time, a tall elder with fierce eyes on the side said: "Where is Yang Ke? Why are you the only two back? He is the inner disciple responsible for this matter, right?"
This is Elder Bu San. Standing next to him with two special iron dice in his hands is his younger brother, Elder Bu Si.
Standing opposite the two of them on the other side of the side hall is the last elder of Zhongtong Sect, Elder Wu Yong, who is also Yang Ke's master.
Brother Pangdun said: "Returning to Elder Busan, Yang...Senior Brother Yang, he is missing!"
Hearing this, Wu Yong frowned, and Bu Si and Bu Si looked gloomy. Bu Si said coldly: "Absurd! What do you mean by missing? Could it be that he was killed by that little Taoist priest with little cultivation?"
The two fat men were so frightened that they quickly knocked their heads to the ground and shouted, "Disciples don't know."
"snort!"
The person in the middle passage stood up with a cold snort and said: "This time to cooperate with the affiliated Taoist temple, I sent a total of nine disciples. The other two groups of disciples have successfully completed their tasks, but you and others..."
"One person is at the third level of Qi refining, and two are at the first level of Qi refining. Against a little Taoist priest with no cultivation, one is missing and two are injured?"
"I want to ask, is this reasonable?!"
Elder Bu San smiled sinisterly, glanced at Elder Wu Yong opposite him intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "Yang Ke is a good boy. He did such a bad job this time. Could it be that someone didn't teach him well?"
The people in the middle passage looked at Elder Wu Yong with unkind eyes.
Elder Wu Yong is a short, fat, middle-aged man with a fierce look on his face. He looks more like a neighborhood pork seller than a monk. He does have a long black knife on his waist!
Wu Yong took a step forward, raised his hands to the people in the middle passage and said seriously: "Master Mingjian! My disciple will definitely not treat this matter as a child's play. There must be an accident in this."
"Haha... The facts are before our eyes. The disciples of Elder Bu Si and I have successfully completed the mission. How come there is an accident when it comes to your disciple? Isn't that little Taoist some kind of peerless master?"
Wu Yong frowned, glanced coldly at the two walking brothers, and took the initiative to say to the people in the middle passage: "In that case, I am willing to go to Xiaoqingguan in person to settle this matter."
"Oh?" The person in the middle passage glanced at Wu Yong.
Wu Yong waved his sleeves and said confidently: "Master, don't worry, this is just a little Taoist priest with no cultivation. I will personally bring him to the master to make amends!"
"When the time comes, I hope someone can give my apprentice justice!"
Bu Bu and Si two snorted coldly and said nothing more.
The people in the middle passage looked at Wu Yong and said seriously: "Junior brother has made up his mind? Do you know that this matter is of great importance and does not only affect my sect."
"Junior brother understands!"
"That's good." The person in the middle passage nodded, "Since junior brother is willing, senior brother, I will add some luck. If you come back smoothly, I will give you a Foundation Building Pill, personally protect junior brother, and help junior brother step into the realm of foundation building.
"
Hearing this, the expressions of the two people changed drastically.
Wu Yong was overjoyed and high-spirited. He laughed loudly and said: "Young Taoist priest is not worth mentioning. Junior brother, I have decided to take this foundation-building pill!"
ps: Transition chapter, plot needs. This chapter has been completed!