April, dusk, Emei.

The sun is like beans, and the sea of ​​clouds is vast. Several peaks break through the clouds, standing proudly. Under the sunset, it shines with a faint golden light, as if the fairy mountain on the sea, magnificent and ethereal.

In the Dae E Mountain, the dangerous cliffs are like a knife and axe, and are abrupt and rugged. A plank road winds upward along the mountain, and it is not deep in the clouds.

The pines on both sides are green, with twisted branches slanted, lush green like green clouds and mist. The valleys and forests are quiet, birds are singing, and the huge rocks and moss is shining with spots of light and shadow, flashing.

A short old man in green dress was wearing a green grass hat and carrying a big copper pot on his back. He was squatting on the rocks in the forest, humming a little tune and setting a stove to make a fire.

Next to him was a girl in yellow, about fifteen or sixteen years old. She was motionless like a stone man, with a pretty face pale face, and her beautiful eyes anxiously looking at the mountain path below. Tears kept spinning in her eyes, mixed with panic, fear, expectation, nervousness... all kinds of expressions seemed to be waiting for someone to appear.

"Little girl, give up. The bull named Ge is shrinking his head and is like a turtle. How can he have the courage to come out to save you? Hehe, since he doesn't have the courage to come, it's useless to keep you, so just be the supper for the ancestor."

The old man glanced at her, and a smile like a chrysanthemum bloomed on his shriveled face, and shook his head and exclaimed: "The tender skin must be very sweet and refreshing." While saying that, he swallowed his saliva wildly, took the big copper pot from his back and put it on the stone stove.

The mountain wind was stirring, and the sun shone brightly between the branches and leaves shone brightly. A clear singing sound came from afar. The old man moved his ears slightly, and turned his head to listen intently.

The girl in yellow had a bright eye and then turned dim again.

"Ah, how dangerous is it! The difficulty of Shu Road is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky! Cancong and Yufu, how confused is the founding of the country! You are 48,000 years old and you will be able to connect with Qin Pass. There is a bird path in the west, which can cross the top of Emei. The earth collapses, mountains and mountains destroys the heroes and dies, and then the ladder and stones are connected in the square hooks. There are six dragons above and the sun is high, and the waves are rushing back to the river below..." The voice was clear and pleasant, but it seems that the middle energy is insufficient. The song "The Road to Shu Road" has not yet been sang halfway, and it is exhausted and coughs are endless.

A man hurriedly advised: "Young Master, please be at ease and stop singing. It's not a joke to be irritated..."

The singing boy coughed and smiled, "I'm going to die, no matter how it does."

The girl in yellow was extremely disappointed. When she heard "Hongseong and vertical, she was almost dead, no matter what it was doing", she frowned slightly, and tears couldn't help but burst into tears. Her meridians were sealed, and she couldn't cry even if she wanted to.

The old man bared his black and yellow teeth, smiled and said, "Little girl, don't cry, your flesh will become sour if you cry again, it won't taste delicious."

As he said that, he bounced his fingertips, "Chi!" A clear stream spurted out from the mountain spring not far away, and followed the marks of his fingers, and passed through a silver arc in the sky, pouring it into the copper pot, steaming a slight white steam.

At this time, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the three men walked up the stone path.

The man at the forefront was a middle-aged Taoist priest, with green scarfs and white socks, and a short sword hanging around his waist. He was handsome and majestic, and was out of the world.

The second man was nine feet tall and as big as a mountain. His bronze bell had bright eyes and his back was a boy in brocade clothes, and his steps were as steady as flying. The boy in brocade clothes was about fourteen or fifteen years old. He was pretty and thin, with big eyes agile, but his face was covered with a faint black air, which was sick and dull. While coughing, he sang the song "The Road to Shu" with a smile, intermittently.

The last man in blue carries an iron pole, following along with an anxious face, constantly persuading the young man to rest silently.

The old man Caoli squinted his eyes and looked at the boy. While stirring the pot of water, he shook his head and sighed: "The bones are slender and the flesh is tender. If you are not sick, it will definitely be wonderful to use for steaming. Unfortunately, it is terminally ill now... Oh, it is wasted, it is wasted."

The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed with a trace of horror and a warning look, and said lightly: "It turns out to be the ancestor of the Black Turtle, fortunately I know it."

The other two men heard the four words "Xuan Turtle Ancestor", and their expressions changed drastically. They stopped and stared at the old man in shock and anger, concentrating on alert.

The young man said "Huh", stopped singing, and laughed: "Ancestor Xuan Turtle? This name is so familiar. Yes! Uncle, is he the old monster in the East China Sea that you said before that specializes in eating human flesh? If the big copper pot was carried on his back, it would indeed look like an old turtle..."

"Xuan'er!" The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly stopped his words, clasped his fists at the old man, and said in a humble and arrogant manner, "Young man is ignorant and has no intention of offending, please forgive me."

The old man from Caoli raised his eyebrows and stood up and laughed strangely, "The little kid is young and has a lot of knowledge. It seems that they are all taught by you? Haven't asked you for your name yet?" The laughter was so cold that everyone was creepy.

This old man is Song Jin, the "Black Turtle Ancestor" of the East China Sea, known as one of the "Ten Ancestors of the Demon Sect". The people in the Demon Sect are mysterious and claim to be practicing Taoism, but they use evil methods to cultivate immortal body, which is notorious. The Black Turtle Ancestor is one of the most famous ones.

This person is narrow-minded and suspicious, cruel and easy to kill. He comes and goes alone and does evil things, and still likes to eat boy meat. He is not only a thorn in the eyes of the government, but also a public enemy of all sects in the world. However, he has extremely powerful magic and always escapes calmly from the siege of various sects.

Eight years ago, Master Mingkong of Emei joined forces with eighteen Buddhist masters to travel thousands of miles to ambush this villa under Wuyi Mountain. He still discovered the ambush in advance and escaped with demonic magic. Since then, there has been no news and no traces have been found.

I wonder why this devil dared to go to Emei alone today? And why did he openly cook virgins on the plank road halfway up the mountain? There are many heroes in Mount Emei, but no one came forward to take care of it?

With this in mind, the middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly realized that he had not met a Buddhist disciple all the way up the mountain today. The huge Emei seemed to have become an empty mountain! His heart thundered: "Is the rumor that is true? Is there really something big about Mount Emei?" He concentrated his mind and said calmly: "Is it just an unknown man below, so why bother..."

The young man rushed to say loudly: "Old monster, my uncle is afraid of telling the name of the name to scare you to death!" He was a newborn calf, not afraid of the ancestor of the Black Turtle, and was extremely proud of his uncle, and said with a smile: "Half a foot of iron in Qingcheng, the fourteen states of Guanghan. Have you heard of the name of Cheng Zhongfu, the 'Taixuan Zhenren'?"

"Cheng Zhongfu? So you are the half-foot Taixuan Sword in Qingcheng?" The ancestor Xuangui flashed with a fierce light and laughed, "Qingcheng, Emei will never interact with each other. Are you not afraid of being expelled from Qingcheng by Xu Guanchan?"

Mount Emei was originally a Taoist holy mountain. According to legend, Lu Chunyang and others practiced and attained enlightenment in Emei. However, after the middle of the Tang Dynasty, the Taoist sect declined and Buddhism flourished. Emei was gradually occupied by Buddhism, with temples in the mountains, and the resentment between Taoism and Buddhism became deeper and deeper.

During the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, in order to appease the conflict between the two sides, the court specially designated Qingcheng Mountain as a Taoist holy mountain, while Emei continued to be owned by Buddhism.

During the Zhenghe period of the Song Dynasty, Taoist priest Lin Lingsu was born, and his prayers for thunder and rain were all effective. He was famous all over the world and was deeply favored by Emperor Huizong.

After his repeated requests, Huizong repeatedly suppressed Buddhism and admired Taoism. In the first year of Xuanhe, he even ordered the change of Buddhism to Taoism and burned Buddhist scriptures to destroy Buddhism, and the Buddhist sect was almost destroyed.

Since then, the two gates of Tao and Buddha have become like water and fire, and their momentum is not in harmony.

In order to avoid disputes, the Taoist and Buddha sects on Emei and Qingcheng Mountain strictly restricted their disciples and vowed that if they were not at risk of life and death, they would never step into the other party's mountain gate easily. Violators would be confined to the least, and would be expelled from the master's sect at worst.

Although Cheng Zhongfu was a famous figure in the Iron Sword Sect of Qingcheng Mountain, he should not act against the ban and stepped into Emei rashly. Therefore, the ancestor Xuan Turtle asked this question.

Cheng Zhongfu smiled slightly and asked without answering a question: "The battle in Wuyi Mountain is like yesterday. The ancestor forgot so quickly? Could it be that you are personally going to Emei to apologize to Master Mingkong?"

"Your surnamed Cheng, do you really don't know? Or pretend to be crazy?" The ancestor of the Black Turtle raised his eyebrows and laughed, "The old bald donkey Mingkong is full of evil, and he was burping five days ago! After acquaintance, how can I not come to pay my respects to the end of my life?"

"What?" Everyone cried out in unison. Even Cheng Zhongfu, who had always been calm, couldn't help but change his color and said in surprise: "Master Mingkong... has passed away?"

Master Mingkong is the leader of the 72 Temples in Mount Emei. He is highly respected, compassionate and wise. He is known as the "Four Great Monks of the Song Dynasty" along with his junior brother Mingxin, Master Huizhen of the South China Sea, and Master Zonghui of Baiyun Zen Temple. What is even more rare is that he has strong magic power, hates evil like a grudge, and has subdued countless demons in his life. He can be said to be the most feared person in the Demon Sect.

No wonder Mount Emei is empty and it is hard to see a figure. I believe that the Emei temples have been closed in the past few days and recite scriptures to save the people. Therefore, this old demon is so arrogant and cooks soup and eats people.

The ancestor of the black turtle said, "Mingkong's old bald donkey has caused me to hide in the East China Sea for eight years. He has fish, shrimp, crabs and clams every time, and his grandmother's mouth is almost growing. This time, he entered Sichuan, and the ancestor went to Emei to eat a few two-legged sheep. After having a good time, he will pay tribute to the spirit of the old bald donkey in the sky." He poked out his hand as shriveled as ghost claws, pinched the face of the girl in yellow, laughed wildly, and the sound echoed from afar between the mountains.

"Gurgling!" The water in the pot had already boiled, and the steam was churning.

The ancestor of the Black Turtle swallowed his saliva and said with a smile: "Miaoji, Miaoji! You can finally put it in the pot. Do Taixuan Sanren want to get a piece of the pie?" He pulled his hands and a crisp sound, and the girl's clothes immediately shattered, revealing her snow-white and tender skin.

The girl in yellow had flushed cheeks and suddenly turned pale again. She looked at Cheng Zhongfu and others with tears, full of shame and anger, begging and fear, like rain, lotus, wind and willows, which aroused mercy.

Cheng Zhongfu couldn't bear it and hesitated. He had always been cautious and would never take risks if he was not sure. The ancestor of the Xuan Turtle was notorious, and the monks in Mount Emei stayed in their doors and were no match for him by his own strength. It was harder to save the girl and protect the safety of his nephew.

What's more, the most important thing is now, so how can I have the time to get involved with this old demon? But seeing that this innocent girl was captured by the old demon and was about to become a thing in his womb, how could he not save the Taoist practitioners by death?

Just as hesitating, he suddenly heard the boy say "Oh" and pointed at the girl in yellow and smiled: "It's you! Uncle, isn't this young lady who came to my 'Renjitang' to catch medicine last month? Dr. Sun Siliao said that she had the 'Black Osteitis Blood Poison' and lived for thirty days. I didn't expect that she would still be so lively today. This is a miracle!"
Chapter completed!