The Taoist and His family have never been right.

Can you get the right path? One is a native or another, but the foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures and snatch all the territory and incense, which makes many sects of Taoism very angry. Unfortunately, they have the support of the dynasty, so they can't do anything.

The current chaos in the world is an opportunity in the eyes of the Taoist sect.

Xiaoyao Fudao is a Taoist priest, so he naturally looked down on the monk. I remember that when Chen Sanlang saw him in Nanyang Prefecture, the first time he saw him, this guy went to the temple to destroy the platform. Now that time is running, a monk came to destroy the platform.

When the Taoist saw the old monk, the heart of the Taoist priest jumped. When the monks met, they could tell the depth of each other without taking action: it seemed that the other person was not kind!

The old monk clasped together and smiled: "I have met fellow Taoists."

Xiaoyao Fudao bowed: "What's the point of being here for the master?"

It’s not that he wants to do something ritual first and then military force, the key is that the old monk’s unfathomable skills are so unfathomable that he can’t do it himself.

The old monk stood in the courtyard and looked up: "This view of the incense is so prosperous, I think it must be the city worshipped."

"good."

Xiaoyao Fudao admitted loudly.

This title of worship was sealed by Chen Sanlang.

The old monk nodded: "That's right. I want to come to this city to do business. In the past few days, it's best for fellow Taoists to sit in the temple and not go out."

Xiaoyao Fudao sneered: "After all the time, aren't you just trying to be unfavorable to the scholar? Tell you, there is no way! Even if I can't fight, I will fight!"

As he said that, he reached out to reveal something. It was the scroll of spiritual talisman, square, three feet long, opened, with a simple scenery on it, a bare mountain with a circle in the upper right corner, like the sun, but dull.

As soon as he bit his middle finger, blood flowed out and applied it to the circle.

After being wet with blood, the whole scroll seemed to come alive all of a sudden, and an inexplicable fluctuation of power spread. The two boys who rushed over after hearing the news felt the huge pressure, sat on the ground and quickly retreated.

The old monk still smiled: "Why do you have to do with fellow Taoists?"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to deal with scholars, you can pass this level of Master Dao first!"

As he said that, the talisman rose, and the mountain on the roll took shape and pressed down on the old monk.

This scroll is a treasure of the inheritance of the Laoshan School. It has great power and is almost close to the level of magic weapons.

Seeing the mountain, the old monk was not in a hurry and reached out to the air, so the mountain could not be pressed down and was separated in the air.

Xiaoyao Fudao's magic power was fully exerted, and he was sweating all over his head, but he could not do anything - his cultivation level was really shallow and he could not use all the power of the psychic talisman. Otherwise, even if the old monk could resist it, he would definitely not be so lightly.

The old monk looked calm and suddenly blew up.

Crackling!

With a crisp sound, the faintly formed mountain was split into pieces and finally disappeared.

"you!"

Xiaoyao Fudao shouted angrily, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, almost fell to the ground, only holding his breath, refusing to fall, but his face turned pale.

He looked at the talisman in his hand and saw the landscape above. There were cracks on the simple mountain, like the thickness of hair, and cracks.

This scroll of magic tool has been damaged.

Xiaoyao Fudao was shocked and angry, and he was also caring, staring at the old monk like fire: "What a bald donkey, I actually ruined my magic weapon!"

This thing has been passed down for thousands of years, has experienced countless vicissitudes, and has suffered many blows and injuries. In fact, what I have suffered now is not heavy, and it can be repaired after a while.

The Taoist priest couldn't swallow this breath.

The old monk broke his method with one move, decided the winner, ignored it, turned around and left, slowly disappeared into the twilight that began to fall.

"Sir, are you okay?"

The boy Qingfeng came over and asked with concern.

Xiaoyao Fudao reached out to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth and said hatefully: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

He knew this old monk a little bit, but he was born in White Horse Temple with a Dharma name: "Jingkong". He was from a high school and was a junior brother of the national teacher Jingzun. He had been meditating on the Feilai Tower in Yangzhou for many years. There were rumors that he was staying here, waiting for someone with destiny to come.

However, later, Jingkong appeared in Jingxian County and wanted to cross Chen Sanlang into the Kongmen, and he kept entangled. Now, he was chasing Laoshan Mansion, which was really undead.

Qingfeng whispered: "People, why not tell the city lord."

Hearing this, the Taoist priest thought that Chen Sanlang was about to get married, and Jingkong came to the door at this joint eye, which was simply outrageous. But is the scholar so easy to deal with? When he was in Jingxian, he could not succeed, and now he was destined to be a failure. He said, "Don't go out, if you lose to this bald donkey, you can no longer control this matter. It is the Taoist rule."

He paused and said, "I'm afraid I already know that there, so there is no need to say anything."

...

In the evening, the dusk is overwhelming.

In the house behind the government office, Chen Sanlang was having dinner with his mother. The two of them were sitting at the same table, including the second sister and the second brother-in-law. The four of them sat together, which was considered a family reunion.

The dishes on the table were quite rich, with two kinds of vegetables, including fried melons and steamed eggs, and a chicken was killed. The meat was cut into white and the soup was drunk separately.

Chen Sanlang likes to eat such chicken the most, and he lets him digest both chicken legs.

There are rules for dining and no words, so talk less, eat more, and drink soup.

After three big bowls of rice, another big bowl of soup was drunk, and Chen Sanlang had enough to eat. Chen Wangshi and others also ate it, so they asked someone to take the table down and bring some tea.

"Dad, mom!"

The crisp and childlike voice turned out to be that the child of Jiang Caoqi's family woke up, and an old mother came over. The child was nearly two years old and had already staggered and walked. He was chubby and quite cute.

Jiang Cao all went up and picked up his son, his face full of doting, not like a general galloping on the battlefield.

When Mrs. Chen saw her grandson, she was also happy and said, "Come on, give me a hug."

Jiang Caoqi gave her the child and joked at Chen Sanlang: "Sanlang, after getting married, you have to work hard."

Chen Ermei agreed, "No, look at her mother, I don't know how much I want to hold my grandson."

Facing the mother's eyes, Chen Sanlang coughed dryly: "It's getting soon."

It's indeed soon. When you get married and get married, as long as you don't have any problems, it's all natural.

Suddenly, his heart thumped, and he felt something. He couldn't help but look out the door, with a look of surprise on his face.

The outside of the door is empty. If you look farther away, it will be the sky where night is coming. Tonight it will be bright and the stars will be sparse.

Jiang Caoqi noticed his expression and couldn't help but ask, "Sanlang, what's wrong?"

Chen Sanlang replied: "It's okay, it's just a sudden whim. It seems that an old friend has arrived in Laoshan."

"Old friend?"

Jiang Caoqi didn't understand why, so he didn't think too much, so he went to tease the child.
Chapter completed!