"Chang Xing, wake up." The old man pushed Chang Xing with his hand. No matter how obedient the kid was, he would stay in bed. Chang Xing was still young after all, and it was the time when his body was growing. If he didn't get enough sleep, he wouldn't be able to wake up at all.
"Master, can you not practice martial arts today?" Chang Xing begged sleepily.
"No. A man must keep his word. Didn't Xing'er say he wanted to be a hero? He also said he wanted to help the master. Are you sleeping in to help?" The old Taoist knew what Chang Xing's weakness was.
Chang Xing pitifully opened his eyes, flattened his mouth, and tears almost fell out of his eyes. The old man wanted to give up, but he still encouraged him hard-heartedly: "I know Xing'er can't keep his word.
Yes. In fact, what does this mean to our Xing'er? When Xing'er learns the magic, he will be able to fly."
"Master, can you fly after learning the magic?" Chang Xing's eyes lit up.
"Of course, you can fly after you learn the magic." Seeing that the temptation method worked, the old Taoist naturally added more fire.
"Master, why can't you fly?" Chang Xing asked.
Ugh, this is so heartbreaking!
"Well, Master could fly when he was young, but now he is old and can't fly." The old Taoist said with a dark face, why does this kid deserve a beating so much? If I could fly, I would still be guarding this ruined temple!
"Can you really fly?" Chang Xing still didn't believe it. Master had never flown before.
"It really can fly."
"How high can it fly? Can it catch sparrows?"
"Yes, it can fly higher than a sparrow."
"Can you catch a pheasant?"
"able."
“Then you won’t be able to eat pheasant sticks every day.”
The old Taoist's eyes widened, this is what you learn magic for! If the Patriarch climbs out, will he beat the shit out of you?
How could Chang Xing still be sleepy? He got up quickly and ran to the shrine of the ancestor with bare feet. The eight ancestors' powerful talismans were stacked in a pile. Although the old Taoist knew that this was not good, he couldn't put it down.
Have you thrown away the Grandmaster? Besides, there are eight in total, which seven Grandmasters should be thrown away? Even if I kill the old master, I don’t dare to throw them away. Occasionally, I feel that what my disciple said makes sense, please, please, please.
The table is also invited, anyway, it is a table of dishes. After being a Taoist priest for so many years, I have invited the ancestor so many times, and it seems that the ancestor has never eaten the food on the table. In the end, it fell into my mouth as a Taoist.
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The first thing Chang Xing does when he gets up is of course to wash his face and hands. Who knows if he touched the little sparrow at night? He has to wash it before he can invite the Patriarch. After washing it, he will wash the eight Patriarchs.
Put the power talisman on the incense table. You don't need to place three animals in morning classes, just burn incense sticks. Recite the mantra to invite the ancestors. After Chang Xing recited the mantra to invite the ancestors, he immediately fell into concentration. Talent can really make the old Taoist mad to death. Enter by yourself
It's a custom, but once a year, this little kid can come whenever he wants, just like eating.
Forget it, if you stay here for a little longer, you will either be pissed off by this stinky kid, or you can't help but beat the stinky kid to death. It really pisses me off! Well, let's go pick some peppers and come back and have some green pepper stir-fry. Pick a few more
Make a soup with a thread melon (loofah), and pick some amaranth to stir-fry. This kid likes to use amaranth soup to mix the rice with red. I still have half of yesterday's chicken left, and will use it to stir-fry chili later, stinky kid
Love it.
The old Taoist had just walked to the door of the Patriarch's Temple, when suddenly a sword energy shot straight through the air. The old Taoist was so frightened that he rolled over on the spot, rolled directly from the threshold, and rolled on the ground several times before he stopped. Even so, his chin
The gray beard that has been growing for many years has actually lost more than half of it. The old Taoist keeps his hair long and grows a beard, so that he can look like a fairy. Only when he looks good can he attract business. Well, people who practice Taoism don't value it.
Those external things are mainly for forming good relationships. There are also a few holes in the Taoist robe. This Taoist robe, which looks pretty good, may have a few patches missing now, turning the Taoist robe into a beggar's uniform.
"Sword Qi? Where did the sword Qi come from? You stinky kid!"
The old Taoist was just about to enter the temple to take a look. Before he could cross the threshold, he saw sparks flying in the Patriarch's Temple, and a flame flew towards the old Taoist. The old Taoist had also practiced, and as soon as the flame flew over, he raised his Taoist robe.
I waved my big sleeves. Oops, my sleeves were on fire.
The old Taoist hurriedly put his sleeves on the ground and patted them repeatedly, finally saving the Taoist robe.
Did this stinky kid really learn Taoism? However, I didn’t teach the fireball technique or sword energy technique. I don’t know how to teach it myself? I will ask an ancestor to draw a few talismans, turn it into water, and catch
I'm a yangzi, so I can solve the problem. If I knew this magic, would I still stay in this ruined temple? It would be much worse if I went to Longhu Mountain to see it. But how could this stinky kid know it? Is it really possible?
A genius who learns from his own teachings? Is it really better to invite a table of founders than to invite a table of founders? Next time, I will try to invite a table of founders.
The old way is to think about it, this thing cannot be compared with others, otherwise it will kill itself.
You stinky kid, don’t burn down the Patriarch’s Temple, otherwise we, master and disciple, won’t even have a home!
The old Taoist was very worried, but he didn't dare to rush into the temple, and he didn't dare to pick vegetables. If the temple of the Patriarch burned down and the temple couldn't save him, he still had to rescue this smelly kid. If that didn't work, just build a thatch.
Shed.
The old Taoist thought he would be safe if he hid outside. Suddenly there was a whirring sound above his head. When he looked up, he seemed to see a stone falling from the sky.
He rolled on the spot again, and rolled away a little. A fist-sized ball of soil fell to the ground, and it suddenly fell into pieces and turned into dust and sprinkled on the ground.
The old Taoist's eyes widened. Just now it was sword energy, then it was fire, and now it is earth. Isn't this the three arts of gold, earth, and fire? Is this the earth ball technique?
Although the old Taoist didn't understand what happened to Chang Xing, he knew that Chang Xing probably hadn't really learned Taoism yet, but was completely unable to control the three spiritual energies of gold, fire, and earth. In the end, this situation resulted in him almost deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors.
Already.
"Master! Master! Come quickly!" The stinky kid's voice was nice.
The old man walked in quickly.
The stinky boy threw himself into the old Taoist's arms: "Master, there is a ghost in the temple! Everything has been smashed."
"There are no other ghosts, only one naughty ghost." The old Taoist laughed. Although everything in the temple of the ancestor was beaten to pieces, and even the pots of the two masters and apprentices were smashed, the old Taoist was very happy. He had accepted a good apprentice.
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"Xing'er, tell me, Master, what did you do after you entered samadhi?" the old Taoist asked.
When Chang Xing told him about catching various spiritual energies with threads in that foggy place, he was so shocked that the remaining half of the old man's beard stood up.
