On Longhu Mountain, Taomen Zongtan.

Even if it is not as popular as those big Buddhist temples.

It can be considered as a lot of people coming and going.

On the back mountain of Longhu Mountain, there is a lotus pond. Although it is said to be a forbidden area, it actually does not directly prohibit foreign tourists from coming to have a look. There is always an old Taoist priest sitting on the stone beside the pond and taking a nap. There is this old Taoist priest.

Now, no naughty child has ever done anything excessive to this lotus pond.

Those shameless monks from various sects would never even think of breaking a lotus flower here.

The old Taoist priest who was still huddled in the shade of a tree and taking a nap suddenly heard a child shouting excitedly in a low voice: "Hey? Why does that flower seem to be blooming?!"

The old Taoist was lazy and didn't care.

Every time he exhales and inhales, the qi movement technique he has practiced for decades is almost instinctive.

Sometimes I feel in my heart that these children are so innocent and innocent, just like a lotus flower. No matter how beautiful it blooms, if I look at it every day and every year, I will always get bored.

It's a pity that he misses it a little too.

I remember passing by this lotus pond for the first time when I was a teenager and seeing with my own eyes the amazing sight of a lotus in full bloom.

That feeling has never happened again.

The little boy who was the first to discover it looked at the lotus with great interest. It was the dark-black flower bone at the innermost part of the lotus pond. A gap seemed to slowly appear. From the outside, it looked unattractive and small, far smaller than the lotus flower.

But the white and pink ones around them are full of passionate lotuses.

Therefore, some children still failed to see it and kept asking: "Which one is it?"

"It's that one, the innermost one that looks a little black."

Um??!

Which one?!!

An old Taoist who misses the past is almost in danger of having his Qi disordered.

Ignoring the need to adjust my energy, I opened my eyes suddenly.

………………

Wei Yuan stepped on the steps of Longhu Mountain.

He paused for a moment, lowered his head and looked at the red treasure of destiny that slowly lit up on the back of his hand.

This was created by Zhang Daoling. The original urn was vaguely interacting with the entire Longhu Mountain at this moment, but it was not strong and did not explode.

Wei Yuan frowned and brushed his finger.

Using the Dao of Taiping, he temporarily sealed the emerging Red Barrier of Destiny.

In Chaoge, the legacy capital of the Yin and Shang dynasties, he has already used the Red Urn of Destiny to complete the construction of a large talisman formation similar to that of Heaven. His ability to control this edict is much higher. Of course, more importantly, after completing the structure of Heaven, Destiny

Chilu's power was severely depleted.

Only Wei Yuan could seal it temporarily.

After quickly completing the technique and cutting off the connection between the Red Ruins of Destiny and Longhu Mountain, Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, pulled his fingerless gloves, and covered the Red Ruins of Destiny more tightly.

No, no, we can't make a big fuss before departure.

He always felt that if he made a big splash before setting off, Zhang Ruosu would probably find a way to detain him and send his disciples to Sakurajima. But this trip to Sakurajima was inevitable for him.

Wei Yuan whispered something in his heart, and stepped up the steps of Longhu Mountain step by step. He saw an old Taoist in a gray Taoist robe waiting at the gate of the mountain. The old man looked like an ordinary Taoist. He was ordinary and ordinary.

I never noticed him, but a practicing practitioner like Wei Yuan could sense something was wrong.

There is no magic breath.

But I felt that where he stood was the center of the world.

The energy of all things circulates with him as the core.

The Tao is self-evident.

Contemporary Celestial Master, Zhang Ruosu.

Next to Zhang Ruosu was a handsome young man with a red flame pattern between his eyebrows, who was also wearing a Taoist robe.

Zhang Ruosu smiled and said: "Master Wei, you are here."

Wei Yuan put his right hand behind his back, looked gentle, nodded slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang."

"Long wait."

………………

By the lotus pond, the old Taoist priest mustered up his strength and leaned over to take a look.

But the purple lotus didn't move at all, and the children all complained that the first child was lying, but the old Taoist priest finally gave up, sighed, and laughed at himself, saying that he was the boss, not the young one, yet he was interrupted like this.

Practice.

The black lotus didn't change at all.

It was still there as quietly as a stick.

It won’t bloom even if it blooms, and it won’t wither if it dries up.

The old Taoist priest was discouraged and closed his eyes again to practice.

The children also left, making a fuss.

He still emphasized that he really saw it right.

The sound gradually faded away.

On Longhu Mountain, the wind was clear and the clouds were bright, and everything was peaceful. The flowing wind blew by, causing ripples in the lotus pond. The large and prosperous lotus flowers swayed slightly, but the black and autumn flower bones did not sway at all, only the petals.

A gap opened with the wind, and then closed again when the wind stopped.

It looks obviously black from the outside, but the strand that blooms is purple-gold.

In just one moment, the entire lotus pond was suppressed, but no one could see the beauty of this moment.

………………

Guest room.

There was an extra cup of fragrant tea in front of Wei Yuan, and the old man opposite smiled and took a sip of tea.

Wei Yuan also picked up the tea and took a sip. Perhaps the texture of the tea itself was average, but the water used to make the tea and the person who made the tea were unusual, so the taste was sweet and delicious. Wei Yuan looked at the kind-faced old man opposite and felt in his heart

I couldn't help but think to myself, could this be the legendary netizen face?

Zhang Ruosu's eyes fell on the backpack behind Wei Yuan, and he said curiously: "Master Wei, this is..."

"Oh, this is a little greeting gift."

Wei Yuan waved his hand and put the fish head behind his back on the table. There was a clang, which startled the old Taoist priest. The handsome young man behind him who had been sizing up Wei Yuan also trembled. After the old Taoist priest opened the box suspiciously, he opened the box.

When he discovered what was inside, he was even more stunned. Wei Yuan smiled and said:

"Eight hundred years of good fish head, fellow Taoist, can I lend you some chili peppers for use."

Zhang Ruosu was startled, looked at the fish head, sighed with a little compassion, and said:

"Eight hundred years of Taoism, fellow Taoist, you just want to kill it like this?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity that eight hundred years of cultivation turned into ashes."

The young Taoist also recited the Taoist Rebirth Mantra.

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Would you like to eat?"

Zhang Tianshi’s righteous words.

"eat!"

………………

Wei Yuan personally went to the field planted by Zhang Ruosu and picked many peppers that exuded spiritual energy. He also borrowed tools and kitchen from the chef at Tianshi Mansion and made a fish head with chopped peppers, which he had done before.

Once, so this time I am really familiar with the road and it is very smooth.

Zhang Ruosu said in surprise: "It's hard to cook such monsters with magical powers and Taoism."

Wei Yuan smiled and said: "In this aspect, I am still somewhat confident."

I am an expert in cooking extraordinary creatures.

In this regard, he will not be humble.

After finishing, open the rice bucket and scoop out three bowls of the remaining rice from this morning.

Then he gave a bowl to the little Taoist priest named Ah Xuan and Zhang Ruosu.

I have to say that Zhang Ruosu’s chili is much better than what Wei Yuan used before.

The deliciousness and spirituality contained in the blood and flesh of the great demon, and the spiciness of the pepper itself, are perfectly integrated. The snow-white fish meat is spread on the rice, and the soup is poured underneath. The fish head is soaked in the soup with minced pepper cakes.

The noodles are a must-have.

But stale rice that has been a little dry and hard after being left for a while is also delicious, because stale rice has lost part of its moisture and is not as soft and glutinous as newly made rice, but it can absorb more soup.

The shiny fish stock fills the gaps between the rice.

Even the white rice exudes the aroma of fish meat, and the spicy taste is appetizing. I can't stop eating one chopstick after another. Even the young Taoist priest who just felt guilty for eating the meat of this big monster can't bear it.

After eating several bowls, I finally put down my chopsticks a little embarrassed.

A soft-spoken eater, the little Taoist priest's favorable impression of Mr. Wei, who cooks by himself, quickly increased.

No matter how you look at it, this doesn't look like someone who will cause trouble.

Everyone had eaten and drank enough. Zhang Ruosu asked while drinking tea:

"When are you ready to go, fellow Taoist?"

"Without further ado, let's set off today."

Zhang Ruosu said: "It's a little early to leave today."

Wei Yuan said: "Morning?"

The old Taoist priest said calmly: "I just calculated with my fingers. In a few days, it will be the Bon Festival of Sakurajima Buddhism. The Motegi family is the largest temple in Kyoto. They must have a big ceremony. Master Wei, when will you be there?"

Just go, well, the fireworks display is actually pretty good."

During the Obon Festival of Buddhism, do you carry the heads of temple inheritors to your doorsteps?

The little Taoist priest suddenly raised his head and stared at his senior brother in shock.

It was like meeting this heavenly master for the first time.

This, this, this, who is the one who wants to cause trouble?!

Wei Yuan thought for a while, but still smiled and replied: "Forget it, let's leave today. I haven't been to Sakurajima yet. I want to visit more. By the way, Fellow Daoist Zhang, I asked you to do it.

Have you finished the stuff?"

When Zhang Ruosu saw that Wei Yuan had decided to set off today, he didn't force it and just nodded.

Then he asked the disciples to take out two boxes. One was slightly longer, and the other was square, the one containing Motegi Yoshiyuki's head. It just gave off a strange smell, a bit disgusting, and a bit weird.

The mixture is stomach-churning.

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched and he looked at the serious Heavenly Master with his hands in his sleeves:

"What does this smell like?"

"It's too hot, the lime can't stop it, it's a bit rancid..."

"Tianshi, the smell of rancid food is not like this."

The old man was silent for a moment, raised his head slightly, shifted his gaze and said, "Isn't it too hot in autumn?"

"This thing attracts mosquitoes and bugs, and the disciples who look at it can't stand it."

"……so?"

"So I sprayed some toilet water."

……………………

In the end, Wei Yuan carried the strange box that was mixed with the smell of lime, rancidity, and Liushen toilet water, and boarded the plane to Sakurajima. He successfully passed the security check with illusions. The little Taoist priest sighed and lowered his voice.

The voice said: "We have the master of the Labor Guard Hall."

When we just set off, the old Taoist priest pulled the young Taoist man and murmured for a long time.

The general idea is to keep an eye on the guard master and be sure not to let him cause any trouble, but the young man Ah Xuan felt that this guard master, who was not much older than himself, clearly seemed to be very kind and courteous in his dealings with others.

She also cooks by herself and takes the initiative to wash the dishes after eating. It doesn’t look like she’s going to cause trouble at all.

It's obvious that senior brother himself is even less reliable.

He couldn't help but sigh.

But the Heavenly Master gave orders, and he had no choice but to follow them.

Wei Yuan and A Xuan got on the plane. Sakurajima was not far from China. After arriving at Sakurajima, they rested for a day at the home of a lay disciple of Tianshi Mansion. The weather was very good the next day, so Wei Yuan got up early

, Ah Xuan originally thought that Wei Yuan was going directly to the Kyoto temple to resolve the matter, but he wandered away in an instant, and Ah Xuan called him urgently:

"Master of the Guard, the direction is wrong."

Wei Yuan smiled and said: "After coming here, how can I not go to Tokyo?"

"Besides, I have to buy some things for those guys at home. Let's go shopping in Akihabara. I have a ghost at home and I like the things there better." Wei Yuan thought of the water ghost's water escape, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

, looking at the drink in hand makes me feel sick to my stomach.

When going to Akihabara, this is of course nothing.

Ah Xuan thought that this senior was going to do something. When he saw something like this, he breathed a sigh of relief and had no objection. He quickly handed over the salute to the lay disciples of Tianshi Mansion who came to pick him up, while he himself

He quickly took steps to catch up.

We took the Shinkansen and arrived at Shinjuku Station in Tokyo.

Then there is Akihabara.

Such a prosperous place made the little Taoist priest stunned and uncomfortable.

Some of the outfits made him blush.

Wei Yuan wandered all the way, buying along the way, and casually introduced to the little Taoist priest what kinds of things were sold in these places. The little Taoist priest was dazzled, and slowly he held a bunch of things in his arms. At the end, he sat on the tram

Walking slowly, when Wei Yuan raised his eyes and saw the words "Kyudan North" in Chiyoda District, he patted the little Taoist priest on the shoulder and signaled to get out of the car.

A grand summer festival was held here not long ago, and it was crowded with tourists.

There are still many stalls left.

A Xuan, who had never been down the mountain before, could see the completely different style from China.

Wei Yuan casually picked up a wooden knife, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "I see a good mask somewhere, why don't you buy two?" Ah Xuan turned around and saw a stall over there with evil hangings on it.

The masks of ghosts, gods and Buddhas, and white fox masks are all of good craftsmanship, but they are very interesting compared to the products from China.

The young man remembered the profession of the museum owner and suddenly realized, "Master Wei, do you want to buy something for your collection? I'll buy it."

Because Wei Yuan did not understand Japanese, Ah Xuan had no choice but to negotiate.

Wei Yuan communicated through sign language and paid for a popsicle. Ah Xuan cultivated the Pure Yang True Body and did not eat these cold things on weekdays, so Wei Yuan just bought one, tore open the package and looked at the young man over there.

The Taoist negotiated seriously, smiled slightly, turned his steps slightly, and followed the lights on both sides of the festival to see the shrine.

It seems to have been burned, but now it has been rebuilt, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter the surrounding area.

You can feel the breath of a weak soul inside.

Jingguoshe.

Wei Yuan took a bite of ice and felt a little lost. He thought of the past scenes.

'I have loved books, paintings, flowers, and good wine and beautiful people all my life, but it is not as much as I love you, and my love for you is not as deep as my love for my country. Now that China is in trouble, we must sacrifice ourselves in the national disaster. If

I still have the chance to come back and listen to you singing in Jiangnan, and I will never be separated in this life. If I don't have the chance to come back, I can hear you singing anywhere in my country.'

'I shall be with my family and my country.'

'I still remember running here many times when I was a child. Every morning, people from nearby villages would come here to sell vegetables, green vegetables, and cabbage. They were very fresh. In winter, there were also frosted persimmons from Lao Chen's family.

The soy sauce is here, and there is a small noodle shop over there. There are three tables for one person, two noodles, and a small spoonful of soy sauce. It's very authentic.'

'I thought things like this would never change...'

The Jiangnan City that Wan Qiniang spoke of vividly was filled with young and prosperous young people.

Finally, they turned into cold, white names on the monument.

Wei Yuan bit the popsicle and formed a seal with his free hands.

With his way of doing things and his magic power, what needs to be sealed is certainly not an ordinary magic spell.

A clear voice slowly fell from the bottom of my heart.

The scorching scorching heat makes the light shine and the writings fly; the flames blow out and the wind blows, burning the fields and swallowing up the mountains.

The Art of Peace

The Seventeenth Method: Flame Breathing!

Huh? This is...

Disha Zhengfa?!

At the stall in front, the young Taoist who was communicating with the vendors in broken Sakurajima language suddenly felt the mana fluctuations behind him that were so violent that they could be called violent. His pupils shrank, and he felt his scalp was numb. He subconsciously took a few steps forward, and heard a huffing sound.

In the middle, the masks on the stall were scattered on the floor, and he turned around in a hurry.

The violent flames, riding on the unparalleled wind, have soared into the sky.

The shrine was completely engulfed.

ps: Today’s first update... 4,600 words, that’s enough words~ Thanks to innoent and Xiaoran Meng Wanjia, thank you~

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