Er Da's family had five children. Because the family was too poor to support them, there happened to be a famine one year, so they threw the young Er Da at the gate of the temple.

This kind of thing is normal, but it is usually sent to temples, as monks have more fields.

After listening to Er Da's talk, Lin Zhuming knew that the world was not peaceful, and that it was on the verge of decline.

I couldn't help but touch the ancient mirror on my chest, as if the old Taoist master was still around to protect me.

Then I looked at the Dharma book left by the old Taoist master.

As expected, it was God's will, and Lin Zhuming had a predestined relationship with Tao.

"It seems we have to rely on this."

The Dharma book left by the old Taoist master was not unusual at first. Lin Zhuming had seen it before, but now when he looked at it, it seemed to have a spiritual light. Holding it in his hand made people feel at peace.

The little Taoist priest Er La still wanted to take a peek, but he saw that a spiritual official painted on the Dharma book was so lifelike that he glared at him angrily, which made his heart tremble.

Er La was glared at and felt a little confused. He immediately turned his head and said to himself: "Every time Taoist Zhao looks at his booklet, he always pushes me away. This man is quite generous, but why are the pictures on it so scary?" ?”

Lin Zhuming turned over the first page and read: "Within my teachings, there are true magic symbols and secret astronomy. Anyone who is alive, male or female, who accepts my great secrets must be pious and uphold the will." "Those who wish to teach must use the majestic ceremony of the altar. There are three levels of altars."

"The superior altar to receive and hold the Dharma requires five sections of five directions, each 49 feet long, 49 pairs of jade rings, 36 mirrors, 49 pairs of green and red concentric ones, and 49 lamps. , money, horse, food, forty-nine each."

"A medium-sized altar to receive and hold the Dharma requires five sections of five squares each measuring three feet and six feet each, thirty-six pairs of gold rings, forty-nine mirrors, thirty-six pairs of straight green soap concentric pairs, and thirty-six lamps. Thirty-six pieces of money, horse and food each."

"The lower-level altar should have five sections of five squares, each of which is twenty-four feet long, twenty-four pairs of silver rings, twenty-four mirrors, twenty-four sets of pure purple soap with the same center, and twenty-four lamps. Twenty-four pieces of money, money, horse and food each."

These three levels of Dharma teachers teach the secrets hidden in the golden cabinet.

Finally, I saw a few words written several times larger than the other words, and the red color was unusual, for fear that others would not be able to see it: "This is a secret book that should not be revealed lightly. It should be passed down to the world, and its secrets should not be revealed lightly."

Seeing this, Lin Zhuming glanced at the little Taoist priest Er Da and found that he was looking at him, and seemed to be frightened, so he closed the Dharma book.

At the same time, my thoughts turned to my sixteenth birthday the year before last. The old Taoist priest seemed to have established an altar for me to teach Dharma, and it was a high-level altar.

Moreover, it was also at that time that Lin Zhuming and the old Taoist official became master and disciple.

The old Taoist said that a man who is 28 years old is full of energy and is considered an adult, so he can become his teacher.

But the jade ring is made of Xiu jade, the mirror is made of glass mirror, and the lamp is made of kerosene lamp.

It is not the fine jade, the bronze mirror, or the ever-bright lamp that irritates the wind.

Moreover, except Mr. Dao as a witness, no other outsiders were invited to observe the ceremony.

Lin Zhuming thought of the old Taoist master and couldn't stop his thoughts.

However, at this moment, a panting short and thin man entered the temple door: "Is Director Zhao here? Is Director Zhao here?"

The man was wearing shorts, his face was dark, but his lips were white, and he had obviously come trotting all the way.

"My master has gone out." Seeing that he was anxious, Er Lazi asked, "But if you have anything to do, please tell me first. When my master comes back, I will tell him for you."

"Our family member Zhou asked Taoist Master Zhao to subdue the zombies!" That man turned out to be a long-term worker of a landlord's family.

"Zombie!" Lin Zhuming originally thought that time travel was unusual, and Taoist Zhao knew how to drive away corpses. When he thought of zombies, what naturally came to his mind were the various Qing Dynasty zombies in Uncle Nine's movies.

"Hey, I thought that since Daochang Zhao was here, I could go find him, but now it seems that I have to go to Qingliang Temple, twenty miles away, to find a monk to resolve this matter." Thinking of having to run twenty miles away, this man became even more excited.

His face was pale.

When Er La heard that he was looking for a monk, he looked bad. Taoist Zhao was following Monk Yuanzhi from Qingliang Temple, his enemy. That monk knew how to teach nunneries. He often followed Taoist Zhao to grab business.

As the saying goes, enemies are enemies in the same industry. Once, a wealthy businessman in Nanjing proposed a geomantic treasure land and offered a reward of three hundred taels of silver.

Taoist Zhao and Monk Yuanzhi both took a fancy to the same Feng Shui treasure land, so they went to ask for a reward.

It's just that there is a saying about which acupoint comes first and which comes last.

Neither Taoist Zhao nor Monk Yuanzhi could defeat the other, so they had to fight to decide.

It was a pity that Taoist Zhao was unknowingly plotted against him because he was at Yuanwai's house. He ate a piece of dog meat. Although he vomited it out on the spot, he did not swallow it.

However, the spell was still broken and no longer worked, so he lost to the monk Yuanzhi. Not only did he not get three hundred taels of silver, he even lost face.

In the public eye, people feel that Taoist priests are inferior to monks.

As a result, the two of them had a grudge and secretly fought, sometimes losing and sometimes winning. Even Er Otter knew about the grudge.

It's just that Qingliang Temple is getting more and more glamorous, the Buddha's golden body has been reborn, and Taoist Zhao's Longevity Palace is becoming less and less popular.

Er Lao looked at Lin Zhuming, mustered up the courage, tugged at the hem of Lin Zhuming's clothes, and asked in a low voice: "Master Lin, don't you know how to do the law? Whether you want to do this or not, we will divide it into 30/70 and you 70/70."

Make me 30%."

Lin Zhuming originally had no intention of getting involved, but he heard Er La continue to say: "This week, the rich man's family fortune is very high, 70% is quite a lot. Besides, you have to place an order at our Longevity Palace to receive such a business.

Let him run to Qingliang Temple and wait for my master to come back, I'm afraid I will drive you away."

Lin Zhuming had lived in this small temple since he was a child before traveling through time. Now that the situation is unclear, he needs to find out more about the situation here. Although he knows that it is a method of provoking generals, he can't help but nod. He plans to play the identity of a wandering Taoist priest.

in the end.

But he still asked: "Didn't you and your master learn any skills? Why do you still need to take action?"

"Zombies are afraid of glutinous rice, which can dispel corpse energy. Zombies are also afraid of black dog blood." Er Otter seemed to want to appear professional, but it was of no use and did not provide Lin Zhuming with any useful information.

Lin Zhuming had no choice but to ask the long-term worker: "Have you seen the zombies?"

"No, but a chicken in the village was bitten to death by zombies. When I went to see it in the morning, half of its body was gone. It was still walking around. When the dog barked, it fell to the ground."

"There are still banging bangs on the door at night, but they will leave when the rooster crows."

The long-term worker recalled: "What is this if it's not a zombie?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhuming said: Since it only bit the chicken and not the dog, it shouldn't be a very powerful zombie. It kept hitting the door and obviously couldn't jump high or cross the wall.
Chapter completed!