The morning light was bright, and the temple gate was creaking. The green monk rubbed his eyes, yawned Liantian holding a broom, bent down, and wanted to clean the stone road in front of the door.

Suddenly, he found something was wrong. There was a piece of yellow paper on the red painted door.

"Who dares to post ghost painting talismans at the entrance of Jiuhua Temple?"

The young monk was angry and covered with yellow paper. After drying, it was hard and crispy. It would not damage the paint surface of the door when cleaned. It was extremely troublesome. Don't think too much about this chore is about to fall on him again.

At this moment, the little monk was extremely angry. This was a provocation to Jiuhua Temple!

"Dajue, what is the ghost called early in the morning?"

Two guards with big arms and round waists had already finished their breakfast, and came out with a hardwood stick.

Seeing that the ground had not been cleaned yet, they scolded the young monk, "I'm lazy again!"

"No, two senior brothers, someone is causing trouble."

The little monk pointed to the yellow paper on the door. Things got big, and he didn't have the small matter of sweeping the floor, so he would be left alone. "Who dares to make trouble?"

The monks guarding the gate were all tall and fierce, and they could scare away the fierce people with a glare. When they heard the words of the young monk, they immediately turned around and looked at the gate. Sure enough, there were yellow paper and words on it.

"You know a lot of literacy, look."

The slightly literary monk stared at the yellow paper and his expression changed drastically.

"It's a big deal."

"It's a big deal, please inform the supervisory authority quickly."

When the prison came over, he was shocked when he saw the content. When he saw the mark below, he was even more shocked.

"No, I can't control this matter, I must report it to the elder."

The elder in the temple came late and was about to act like a gesture, scolding the prison, and asked him to come out for any trivial matters.

When they saw the content and marks of the yellow paper, the elder jumped three feet away, "Protect the scene, I'll invite the presidency to come."

Xiaoheshan Dajue and two gatekeepers, saw big men coming over and knew that things were getting bigger and bigger than they thought.

The contemporary host of Jiuhua Temple is also a well-known figure in Buddhism. He is a disciple of the Buddhist son Yuantong and the holy monk Mingjing.

Mingjing came to the door in person, following the major figures in the temple beside him. The prison and the elders couldn't squeeze in. He went far to worship, "Your name is Dajue, did you find this yellow paper?"

Mingjing's voice was gentle. After hearing this, the little monk's originally nervous mood was relieved slightly and began to recall it.

The little monk gradually recalled that after all, a big man like the host and talking to him in a kind manner, such an honor requires all his strength to repay him.

"Host, as soon as I went out in the morning, I found..., at that time..."

After the young monk, the two gatekeepers, as well as the elders who came to the prison, talked about their experiences one by one. The causes and consequences of the incident were written down by several people.

Mingjing finally looked at the yellow paper and saw the content that changed everyone's expressions.

"In the past, thanks to the care of Gouqu Mountain, don't worry about it, neighbors!"

Then there is the mark below, which looks like a sword mark. It is clearly a thin layer of yellow paper, which can be cut even by a blunt knife. Now it carries the mark left by the immortal sword, as if floating on the surface of the paper, and the cow is fixed on it.

Mingjing sighed. This seal is not a sword immortal. There is no doubt that the source of the yellow paper is from Fang Dou.

"It's a big deal."

He opened his mouth quietly, and then the monks around him, including the high-level officials in the temple, knew it was serious.

"Jiuhua Temple will be closed from today, and everyone is not allowed to go out."

Mingjing took a few steps forward, reached out and took off the yellow paper, "I will go out and send this item to my mentor."

As we all know, Mingjing’s teacher is the Buddhist son who is listening to the Bodhisattva’s seat, and this matter must be heard from the heavens.

On Huangshan, after eating premature food, Lu Ran changed.

The heads of each court were the Taoist rushing to gather disciples and disciples to close the mountain from today. All idle people are not allowed to go out, and those who violate the order will be killed.

There were even a few people who were specifically detained, perhaps because they were exposed to something illegal.

Such a formation that was facing a great enemy made the whole sect nervous. It has been a few years since I saw such a formation.

Since the Daoqi of Huangshan has emerged from the Daozi Dan Rong, it has become more and more uncontrollable. Even though the Daozong in the north crossed the river and was the dominant Taoist ruler, it has not affected Huangshan. Many fellow practitioners from the south have worked hard to rescue him, and they can be said to be unable to bear it.

Later, the relationship between the north and the south eased, and the two Daozi became as close as brothers. Huangshan had no worries and began to grow rapidly.

It is said that the Feng Shui treasure land of Danyang County not only produced a lawless sword immortal square dou, but also produced the Buddha Zi Yuantong and Dao Zi Dan Rong.

After these three, although Xing had never produced a big figure of the same level, the Huangshan Daotuo was finally promoted to Baizhang Zhenren, stabilizing his subsequent luck.

All the disciples of the disciples understood that this Baizhang Zhenren was naturally not a disciple whose leader died early, but had the same name.

Huangshan is rising too fast. Although others didn't say it explicitly, they all knew that there was no real person to take charge except Dan Rong, and relying on others to help is always not enough.

Fortunately, Baizhang Real People joined to make up for the final shortcomings.

Dan Rong is doing things in front of Chunyang, and Baizhang is in charge of the main sect of Huangshan. This sect can last for thousands of years and gradually grow and grow.

Therefore, in recent years, Baizhang Zhenren has been the backbone of the disciples in Huangshan Gate.

"The master is gone."

In the small cave, Baizhang sat in the desert, holding yellow paper in his hand and murmured to himself.

This morning, someone saw this yellow paper in front of the mountain gate. After knowing that the matter was serious, he immediately handed it to Baizhang. When Baizhang saw the familiar mark, he confirmed it on the spot that it was written by his mentor.

After looking over and over, the yellow paper has no other foreshadowing except for the content of the book, and it is a totally open letter.

"Baizhang, my old bone!"

The footsteps of pine and bamboo sounded, and they appeared randomly in the small cave, with a solemn expression.

"Sect Master, how?"

As soon as he received the letter, Songzhu went to Gouqu Mountain to check the situation. The current situation was inquiring about the news.

"Gouqu Mountain has three main peaks, and people leave the mountain and the mountains are gone."

"Also, I found out that a few days ago, a large amount of materials were purchased in the mountains, which was conservatively estimated, and it would take decades to go."

Baizhang listened, his heart became more and more subdued. All signs showed that the master really left with Jushu.

"Baizhang, don't worry, there is a reason for this."

Seeing Bai Wen's expression was serious, Songzhu hurriedly spoke up to him.

"Master, I'm thinking that as strong as a master, he will go out to avoid disaster, which shows that the powerful enemy he offended is not simple."

The following words were said without saying anything. There were only a handful of people who could do this in the world.

Based on the previous few days, Taoism collected the power of the cave heaven from various schools, and the purpose can be imagined.

Fang Dou did not specifically remind him that he obviously wanted to cut off the connection with Baizhang, so as not to find something strange to Taoism.

"Master, you have really put your heart into good intentions!"

Baizhang sighed and looked at the yellow paper in his hand. This was given to Taoism and handed over through him.
Chapter completed!