There was a monk with a young appearance, 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 individual iron nails.
His hands and fingers were all 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 and couldn't change the word "this" into a certain surname.
So who is this person? What is his last name? Who is his predecessor? Which lineage will he belong to? And when will he come out? Is he the kind of monster at the beginning of troubled times, or a strange person like 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 usher in 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 he appeared?
The world was in chaos for five hundred years?
Is he a closed disciple of the Taoist ancestor named Shan Qing? So Lu Chen is prepared for a rainy day and has countermeasures in advance?
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 it will 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 and fleshy, could see the bones, but his face was expressionless.
If it were outside of 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 in before, there is no such thing as a 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 by 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 as soon as he said he would die, as if he had entered
Before the Yanxia Cave in Zhenyue Palace, he was an immortal who was proficient in talismans.
And this man who can monopolize several hills is named Zhang Fenghai. He was once the next city lord of Yushu City... it is certain.
His two senior brothers, Guo Xie and Shao Xiang, regarded this as a matter of course, and Zhang Fenghai himself believed the same.
In fact, the same was true for Bai Yujing and Qingming Tianxia in the early years.
The ascension state at the age of ninety.
According to some gossip, this was the old city lord of Yushu City who deliberately helped the disciples to falsely report his 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 being a pure swordsman, Zhang Haifeng's monastic career is 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 in the end 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 confinement lasted almost eight hundred years.
This is a world-famous Moxian Cave. It is similar to the Confucian Temple Merit Forest in the vast world, and the living burial nunnery of a certain lineage in Western Buddhism.
Zhang Fenghai has been here for nearly eight hundred years. Since he is unable to practice, 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 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 will put aside their previous grudges and smile at each other to forget their grudges.
...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, saying, okay, I have stopped drinking. It seems that it is easy to stop drinking, as long as you don't drink.
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.
Couple. Also because he violated Bai Yujing's golden rules, Huang Jie leader personally led him here to think about his past behind closed doors. I heard that among the three thousand Taoists who rushed to the colorful world, there was one who came from Qingci Palace, one of the ancestral families of the Fulu Sect.
The monk, Nascent Soul Realm, is named Nanshan. His relationship with Nashou Mountain, the two top sects, is just like that of Liangjing Mountain and Dachao Sect in the early years. The female cultivator named Youran, and Nanshan, the two young earth immortals
, were born in the same year and the same month, and even the time is exactly the same. It is a match made in heaven. In Yinzhou, Chao Ge can become a Taoist couple with Xu Jun. They
Why can’t it work in this life?
In this Yanxia Cave, everyone is suppressed by the Great Dao. The monks who are 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 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 shape. 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 to live" is not harmed. In short, the speed of the passage 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. 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 water tanker 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 by others 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, while plowing the farmland, he dug out a broken sword tip and gave it to Zhang Fenghai on his own initiative, which was a bit like renting it out.
It's a pity that 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 tip of the sword, his dry hands with fingernails full of dirt, tightly grasped this old thing that belonged to someone unknown, and finally sat on the field ridge, stunned at first.
He was lost in thought, whimpering in a low voice, 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
Trying it all over again, it may be that I failed to remember the entire poem in the end, or maybe just because I remembered the entire poem, the old man who had been silent for a long time suddenly opened his hoarse voice and howled hard, as if he was being raped.
It makes the old man even sadder to tie a rope around his neck and walk him like a dog.
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 wears 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 still 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 Staff Sect, and it seemed that she came here to find someone. Even though she got her wish, it didn't mean she got 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. It was not easy to get here anyway, 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 all end up in a pitiable end.
If you want to live, especially if you want to live decently, you have to live a life that is not decent at all.
Zhang Fenghai looked blank and ignored him.
The teacher then changed the subject, pointed at 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 something 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 survived many, many times and became a "junior".
He is often scolded as an old beast. He must be from the demon clan. The reason why no one bullies him seems to be because the old man can not only take beatings but also fight. He once pulled out an ancient sword from his body and chopped down a "young and strong" man.
Then the body is made into meat paste, and then the arms and legs are removed from the body, and it is hung on a bamboo pole to dry in the sun. After it is dried, it can be chewed 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, he only likes to make porcelain, and then people often break into the hut, smash it, and then he sheds tears of grievance, and then continues
Focus on firing porcelain.
There are people who are proficient in water and occupy a large section of the river. They make a living by fishing all year round and form gangs. At first, more than a dozen men and women gathered together and began to carry on the family line and spread their branches. 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. At most, she is a martial artist in one place.
She flaunted her majesty in the state, but after arriving here, she was walking on thin ice from the beginning, and when she personally killed the man who came to her door, she was ecstatic, even though her physique was the same as that of a secular woman, and
She can't gather any pure energy, but because she is proficient in killing martial arts, this is the realm of martial arts. Her body is gone, but some "memories" are still there, which allows her to protect herself. How many more people can she find?
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 cultivating 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 Taoist Academy without anyone noticing.
Sutras and Taoist officials will go astray if they are not careful. There is a monk on the mountain who pays no attention to fame, Taoism and longevity, so the monk who breaks the precepts is called a "famous monk".
There is also a burly man who likes to wander around naked all day long, with a group of thugs carrying weapons on their shoulders. If he doesn't like anyone, he will punch him. Except for a few forces, he does not dare to provoke the rest.
, in his words, "They are just a bunch of rubbish, not even an enemy with three moves." You must know that in his hometown, he is just a Jade Pu Realm with half a bucket of water. His first thought when he was thrown in was that he felt that he
The Yanxia Cave of Zhenyue Palace belongs to the "high climb". The only thing that can be mentioned is that he chased and killed Zhu. But the question is, Zhu who defeated the eleventh person in the world, 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 a display. What's the point? It's meaningless. Can I take it out?
Here, if you get into a quarrel with someone, or if you can't avoid trouble but still get into trouble, you can only fight or start a fight. It's usually who has more people and who has the strength.
Big, whoever has more ruthless hands and feet, and knows how to do the "martial arts" that he once didn't even bother to look at, will be able to take advantage. It's not that there are no people who try to learn the art of fighting and fighting, and want to go around day and night.
They work hard and try to develop a "great magical power" that can fly over walls and walls. In fact, many people have made similar attempts, but almost all of them have no results, and it is even more extravagant 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 expressions. He had been used to it for a long time. The men around him either didn't speak or occasionally spoke 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 said with a smile: "Tell me about it."
Zhang Fenghai thought for a while and said: "Take a bath and put on clean clothes. When you go out, it's 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, and drink big bowls of local bayberry shochu. After having enough food and wine, I get drunk and fall asleep, snoring 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. Is it true or false?"
Shi Xingyuan rolled his eyes and said, "Go back down the mountain and tear the old guy's foul 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.
Shi Xingyuan said: "Zhang Fenghai, why don't you make rules for everyone?"
Zhang Fenghai said: "What then?"
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 completely lost their minds 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 on their own 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 who is talking about the heart.
If you really want to die, you may not be able 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 lifetimes.
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 piece of tofu in the "land of slaps", a matter of a few steps. But now, everyone can only walk on foot, and the territory is not too small.
There are less than 400 people scattered in all directions. It is not easy to meet each other. Fortunately, it is difficult to meet due to the long distance and everyone occupies the top of the mountain. Otherwise, it is difficult to say whether there can be 100 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."
At the earliest, Qingming 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, far-reaching influence, and brutality of the war were far beyond compare with 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.
It is said that there was a certain prophecy that has 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 mountains, roots, water veins, and all 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 blurry 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 strictly abide by 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 this place 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 Tian Xia, 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.
It turns out that at the top of the mountain, the alien demon was sighing, "You are still more powerful."
Daozu knelt 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 of Transformation 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 spent three hundred years in Taoist mourning 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 demon outside 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 leave this way 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.
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 earth bag. The front
A few years ago, there was a heavy snowfall that had never 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,
Finding that I still had some money left on hand, I simply renovated the Taoist temple inside and out, and pasted gold foil on the two clay statues of the ancestors and gods 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 felt that it was a magnificent Taoist temple, with ancient trees shading it, new 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 deity 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 the 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 regarded as a terrible way. In fact, this place is too thin in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so it is not a suitable place.
A place to practice. If you want to become a Taoist official, and how to get promoted after becoming a Taoist official, it is simple to say. One depends on the realm, becoming a Qi practitioner, the second depends on knowledge, and can also teach Qi, and the third depends on family background. As long as you are willing to spend money,
After all, there is a way to go. So 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 popular, while the small Taoist temples become less popular and unsustainable, and this spiritual realm
The Taoist temple has nothing to rely on. It relies on mountains, but in this plain land, the poor Taoist temple is located 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, in the past two or three hundred years, there has not even been one. As for whether it is two hundred or three hundred years, who will remember this?
It's not something worth showing off. I don't know, no matter if it's 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 a century, he is actually nearly a hundred years old, but he is still just a candidate Taoist official. However, for this kind of thing, family scandals should not be made public, so you have to know it in your heart.
.Abbot Taoist priests, commonly known as temple masters, are found in every Taoist temple regardless of size. However, the abbot is not a permanent position, and some abbots hold the post of several Taoist temples concurrently. They must all be highly qualified within a country.
Yes, the kind of master who can see His Majesty the Emperor.
According to an old saying among 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 Shifang Forest and the Forest of Descendants.
The two statements are almost the same, and both monks and Taoists have similar rules. Of course, the abbot's statement is more popular among monks, but what does it matter? Don't we also fight for the title of "Taoist"? But let's say
There are young people in the temple asking, "Taoist priests"? Aren't we Taoist priests from the beginning? Then we will definitely be reprimanded. What do you know? The inside story of such secrets will become Taoist when the smoke comes out from your ancestral graves.
Master Guan, of course he knows.
The so-called "old people" of Lingjing Temple are actually two people. Of course, neither of them has 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 also meat. In addition, there is a "Taoist" who can also be a guest. As for the old temple master Hong, he is more capable. 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 counties in a country are almost all built by the official government. There are actually three things that can compete with each other. 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 Taoist officials.
The number 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 world of Qingming, jungle temples must be larger in scale and have more Taoist officials, because they nominally belong to all Taoists in the world.
It is jointly owned and has no private property. In a sense, it can be understood that everything belongs to Bai Yujing.
Early this morning, Guanzhu Hong went for a walk at the foot of the mountain again. There was heavy snow outside, 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. Apart from 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 was blessed with good fortune, and its ancestors built a Qiuzu Hall. It is said that it houses a Taoist collection published by the imperial court, so pilgrims in the county would rather go a long way to burn incense there.
In recent years, Temple Master Hong Lao 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 was talking in his sleep.
Including the temple owner 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 the official in charge of the kitchen, Chang Geng. As for the others, he left them alone.
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 in Lingjing Temple. After looking through the account books, he gave the Taoist temple almost three hundred taels of silver, and also returned
He gave many books to the Taoist temple. Of course, Chang Geng insisted that they were lent to the Taoist temple, and they were worth at least seventy or eighty taels of silver. Such a mess left by the previous temple owner caused Chang Geng's family to suffer.
, I can bring a poor relative here to make a living, otherwise it is not easy to get the status of a "resident Taoist" who can receive a monthly salary. Within a county, anyone who wants to rely on connections to enter the spiritual realm
There are not a few people.
Hong Miao and Chang Geng nodded in greeting, went 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 the cotton robes and their shoulders hunched.
, shivering, exhaling a big mouthful of mist, watching the visitor wandering around there. After watching too much, he really had no interest, so he went about his own business. Several non-adjacent vegetable gardens were opened on the mountain.
As for the privately owned farmland belonging to the Taoist temple, 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, and we cannot just watch it lose its incense.
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. It was winter, and the weather was snowing and cold, and the snow was getting colder. The so-called Taoist robes they were wearing,
Those who can't keep out 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 all supposed to be the young man's errands, so the old man helped
It was done, but several young people took turns emptying the toilet, so there was no need for it. You are not a wealthy young man, so you can do it by 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 towards the old and the young. They were not talkative about being lazy and lazy. However, the two of them and the others had average moral character. They would be lazy and never take the initiative to take work. 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 taking it seriously, 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.
Ma Zhong has long thought about his Taoist name. He went to school when he was young. He liked reading but was careless in his studies. He always liked to sneak into the Taoist temple fair next door just to read the miscellaneous books at the roadside stalls of the temple fair.
, comic books, legends of legends, public cases novels, smoke powder and ghosts, all of them are willing to spend money. Maybe it is because reading books has made my brain stupid. Ma Zhong has always cherished some idiot's dream, and from time to time he asked the viewer Hong Miao, you old man
, is he the kind of worldly master mentioned in books?
In fact, Hong Miao did know some magical techniques similar to flying in the clouds and riding on 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 ahead and water the vegetable garden with manure."
As for Lin Xin, just by looking at his name, you can tell that his family has some money. Generally speaking, poor people would not use such an uncommon word in their name. Because the word Xin is too uncommon, it is often misunderstood by outsiders, and he is habitually called "
Lin Li, the Taoist temple shouted after him. Lin Xuan didn't bother to care about it. They were a bunch of country bumpkins with a lot of potential. Lin Xuan's family opened several shops in the county town. They were considered a well-off family. Because his parents
I thought he always liked to cause trouble and fight with others, so I went to the county magistrate... I saved some money in the workshop below and paid for my connections. I threw it here and gave it to the old god Hong to help "strictly control and persuade people to do good".
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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, and he was from a "right path" background, which is equivalent to studying at the Taoist Temple.
Because Tugao had a strange surname and a rare first name, he always believed that he had a rich background. In fact, he was just a country villager.
Ma Zhong always has some strange opinions.
Our spectator 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.
As a result, Lin Xin was busy in the vegetable garden and kitchen for the whole month, but after giving some copper coins, Tu Gao and Chen Cong did the work for him.
Ma Zhong always lives in his own world. Lin Xuan seems to be laughing and joking every day, enthusiastic and cheerful, and seems to like to be brothers with everyone. Of course, he also often likes to fall out with each other. Afterwards, he is like a person who has nothing to do. Tu Gao likes to talk to Chen the most.
Cong showed his face, and Chen Cong was also a bad person. He never suffered a loss. Even if he suffered a loss here, he could always make up for it elsewhere. The only ones who really fought were Ma Zhong and Lin Xin.
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, turning over a copper coin in his hand.
Fifteen years after becoming a monk and entering the Taoism, it is an extremely important watershed. It is not a small threshold. If you cross it, or survive this threshold, even if you still cannot obtain a Taoist certificate, or you cannot find a 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. Among the subordinate officials, there are also three, six, and nine grades. Those who have been "gilded" in the Taoist Temple can always get it.
Some good jobs that are both leisurely and profitable, and where you can avoid getting scolded by the neighbors. At least they are more like an official than some subordinates. For example, wuzuo is an "official position" that has been passed down from generation to generation, so it is a good job
Of course not. Although it is an indispensable position and has a more stable job, it always makes the common 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 dish, 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. I knew that the book was an 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.
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The wind rustles in the pines day by day, just like that, the morning bells and evening drums hit, I finish my homework and eat every day, go to bed and wake up to another day, and the time passes 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.
The ice was frozen under the bridge today, and there were no pedestrians on the road. The boy in cotton-padded clothes put on a pair of old leather boots, walked on the wooden bridge, and jumped a few times. 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 some 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, and 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 ten years overnight. From then on, he would often be at the entrance of the Taoist temple, as if waiting for someone. After that, two strange faces came to the Taoist temple, a man and a woman, but neither of them wore any clothes.
Taoist robe.
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, and the young woman with a deserted face glanced at everyone, and finally looked at her.
The thread lingered briefly on Ma Zhong, but it wasn't too serious.
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 woman cannot make a meal without rice. These children are already the best Taoist officials that the old Taoist priests have been able to find in one county over the years. Regardless of whether they were brought to the door on their own initiative or by Hong Miao himself.
It seems that there are still no surprises in the anointing in the photo, otherwise Hong Miao is the abbot of Yiguan after all. If he only wishes Liu Fang in the temple, can Chang Geng, the dian guest, really bring people in casually?
Today, this group of children actually don’t know one thing. If they want to serve as the abbot of a government 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’s practice is good, 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. However, the reason why Hong Miao can still make up for the lack of spiritual realm is that
It is relying on the cultivation of the sea-viewing realm of the old Taoist priest. Of course, this has nothing to do with the spiritual realm view and "Fat Que", but it has a lot to do with it.
In this matter, Ma Zhong's view was actually not too wrong. He was wrong by mistake, and he really deceived the child.
In order to stop the ferocious ghost passing through the border, the old Taoist priest was actually seriously injured. Although he fell, he had merit and will be recorded by the Fucheng Yamen. If nothing goes wrong, he will also be given a life-saving stone.
The life-extending elixir is extremely rare and cannot be bought with money, but it is no longer possible to serve as the master of this Taoist temple. To put it simply, you can go to a Qingshui Yamen in Fucheng to take care of your retirement.
Hong Miao has his own plans for these children.
Ma Zhong actually had the best qualifications and was the one who had the highest hopes from Hong Miao. 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 Taoist incense was largely dependent on his family’s money. Hong Miao almost used the little money and belongings he had saved with great difficulty to make alchemy.
It turned into that pitiful bit of heaven and earth spiritual energy. As a result, Hong Miao secretly observed several times in the Taoist Temple. Those little bastards were either dozing off or ignorant, and none of them could detect the ripples of the energy. In fact,
This has already explained the problem. It is hard to make a conclusion as to whether Ma Zhong, including Ma Zhong, can practice cultivation in the future, but at least it is certain that there are no real geniuses in the world who are suitable for practicing Taoism.
With earth paste and strong bones and muscles, he may be able to practice martial arts. In addition, he is the most promising candidate for becoming a Taoist official by studying.
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 doesn't expect to pass the examination. In the future, it will not be difficult to become a scholar and become a family.
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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, and he has finally reached the second level of Qi refining. He is also following the path of internal martial arts. So after more than ten years of fighting, and twenty years of physical fitness, he can reach the sixth level.
As you can imagine, 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 and Yashan of the Red Gold Dynasty, a certain
The seven-level masters are all good friends, and this Golden Body level martial artist is said to be the re-disciple of a direct disciple of that "Master Lin".
In Ruzhou, having one or several friends from Yashan's world is a symbol of status. 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 qigong practitioner who was on the road of smuggling urns. She was extremely young in the cave 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 academic knowledge and a private altar. To put it simply, she is a member of the county magistrate's family who is qualified to engage in the private urn trade. The government will not support it, but it will not explicitly prohibit it. It is said that her earliest name is
It is "甔", which has the same pronunciation as "薮" but has a different character. Later, for some reason, probably because the word "甔" was too uncommon, it was changed to the relatively simple "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 the basic skill of pressing boxes that he learned from a strange man when he was young. According to the Taoist book, the energy is formed by the gathering of smoke, among which
Those who have completely lost their true spirit are wandering spirits of wild ghosts. And the sound of spring thunder between heaven and earth is like a life-threatening drum to those evil and evil creatures. It is a pity that Hong Miao is limited by his own bones and is not good at learning Taoism.
It can be refined year after year at noon in the golden autumn season, and it can condense three or two layers of blowing wind, and then use it with the grenade technique, but it is a pity that it is not enough to deal with a Dragon Gate realm ghost.
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 routinely given by the imperial court after Hong Miao became the abbot of Lingjingguan.
The imperial courts of various countries in Ruzhou have 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: "Which of us brothers is following whom? Don't pretend to be fat. As a sect affiliated with Yashan, the Baiyu Gang has a very high threshold. What's more, the entire Yashan especially does not 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?
How can a poor Taoist understand a little bit of worldliness?"
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 details of this matter. It will be a formality. Then Pindao will fight.
When I returned home, I was lucky, thinking that I could do something here. Whether it was a Taoist official or a Jinshi, as long as I could help Yingchuan County produce such a person, I could use this merit to break the bottleneck of the sea-viewing realm.
Well, the result is not good, but I have fallen into a bad situation. Stealing the chicken will lose the rice, but that's it. Now I just ask the predecessors to plant trees so that future generations can enjoy the shade. I can't get any benefit at all, but I can always get something.
I feel at ease. I just don’t know if I can wait until this day comes before I close my eyes."
This is the greatest selfishness of the old Taoist priest.
I took the initiative to ask to come here to serve as the abbot of the Spiritual Realm Contemplation 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 such a bad state is that he has endless troubles. In addition to the sharp decline in his cultivation level, it is difficult to use many magical powers and spells. The biggest problem is still the issue of Yangshou.
Hong Miao can't do anything just by relying on that pill. Even if he sells iron, he still has to go to those fairy houses or the fairy houses on the mountains that he is familiar with to buy a few life-extending elixirs. If you don't have money, why bother?
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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 "a man whose human heart is as small as the sky and whose heart is as vast as the sky, and who has no distracting thoughts."
The great ordination of the Three Altars of Immortals was taught by a real "lawyer" in a palace built by the imperial court, or he was enthroned as an abbot in a certain jungle palace that was the best in Ruzhou. Or even an abbot.
Become an earthly immortal with a golden elixir, permanently stationed on the land, and be the most worthy of the name of the 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 strong 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 I am an idle man, I will go to your Hejian Mansion to visit your house and drink a glass of good wine for free. But if I 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. 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, there were several people squatting side by side. Among them, 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. They were 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 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 golden 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 heartstrings. In fact, the so-called loss of several lives was an exaggerated gossip, and it was just two county government offices.
, they were all teased by the audacious ghost. Two of them had the status of Taoist officials. One was stunned and giggled endlessly. His crotch had to be wet several times every day. What a shame, and another
Taoist officials who were not Qi practitioners would not fare much better. They were stripped naked and thrown into the street. This ghost was simply provoking the Taoist officials of a county or even the whole country.
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. They were worried about the cunning ghosts and hid near the Lingjing Temple. They came to the Taoist Temple.
As for the inspection process, it was more important 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, the 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. From now on, the old Taoist priest would no longer be the master of the temple. After returning to the city, he would have another appointment.
Afterwards, the old Taoist priest called Chang Geng, the official, and handed 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 and books. Anyway, the accounting room was there.
There were only 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 careful not to take them off casually, as they could 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 the temple's blessing Liu Fang 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 rushed 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 Xin often frightened the others, deliberately saying that there was actually the female ghost who threw herself into the well. However, Hong Miao overheard it and scolded Lin Xin bloody.
Tujiao discovered that Ma Zhong seemed to have changed his personality recently. Previously, 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. Over time, even Lin Xuan noticed that something was wrong, and was just happy to see the results, preventing others from doing their work diligently. After Chen Cong was reminded by Tu Gao, he also felt that it was indeed strange. After thinking about it, he
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. Tu Gao forced his eyes open and clearly heard the slightest movement of Ma Zhong opening and closing the door, but Tu Gao finally
I am timid and afraid of the cold, so I thought about it and went to sleep.
Inside the well, the inner wall looks like a painting. It is a beautiful woman wearing a bright red trousseau. She is 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 that
It's strange. Recently, she always felt that there were some disturbing traces in the small Taoist temple. She took advantage of the absence of Taoist officials in the small Taoist temple and used a unique secret technique to carefully investigate.
After looking around the corners of the Taoist temple, it turned out that the little girl named Tan Sou had tampered with something. She was not a high-level person, 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
If you are thoughtful and lucky, 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 had a nightmare and was 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 protector of the country, tonight the old master is at the Qintian Prison. He climbs up to the high platform and observes the sky at night. After withdrawing his sight, the old master sitting on the futon is faint.
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, counties and counties, among which prefectures are not permanent. Most of them are key places where prefectures exist. For example, Yingchuan County, where ghosts have been banned recently, has been fighting for freedom for the past hundred years.
The county was elevated to a prefecture.
The reason why His Majesty the Emperor did not dare to mention a single word.
Nowadays, over the border of Nanhe Kingdom, there is a small hidden landscape. 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. He cannot suppress the dissipation of his Tao Qi. He should have started in the immortal realm. Or it could be said that a certain great monk quietly passed away from the world.
The Tao Qi completely dispersed between heaven and earth. No matter what, the old master did not dare to report this matter to Yu Jing. In the final analysis, except for this strange place, the origin is unknown, and it is full of suspicion, but it can only be said that it affects the world, and it is still a matter after all.
It's a trivial matter, just the appearance of an extra Dragon Gate realm ghost. Once Bai Yujing is alerted, it's not a trivial matter. If you're not careful, it will become a huge matter. Not to mention him, even His Majesty the Emperor and the entire court.
They can't 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 if you are very lucky, you can get Master Lu, who likes to play with the human world, to 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 it clearly, so he didn't dare to
Come up and chat for a while.
The problem is that Commander 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 us, and it doesn't cause any big trouble, then it's a trivial matter, and we just need to 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 Master of Bixiao Cave, and before that, the Yongzhou Dragon Master who inexplicably spit out 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 patron about this, but suddenly realized that there was no address. How could he find it?
Young 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 heart 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 sleeping but not sleeping, seeming 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."
"You can't leave the house of Wuming Cave while wandering around."
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 seek spring and burn lamps to continue the day.