That was when Li Changan followed Liu Laodao around the world.
One day after traveling across mountains and rivers, the master and the apprentice ran into a remote town. They searched hard for a long time, but could not find any wedding or wedding event. They were surprised by the business of moving tombs, but they saw that there was a lot of excitement in front of a Bodhisattva temple.
It turns out that the temple blessings are showing "miracles" and selling some "miraculous medicines" that can cure all diseases.
The two of them blended into the crowd and saw clearly, what kind of "miracle"? It was clearly a few street tricks, just to fool the residents of this remote town. If it was placed in a bustling area, even a three-year-old child would be able to expose it on the spot, but
Now people are rushing to buy the "miraculous medicine".
You are also a magician, why is your business so good?
Li Changan couldn't stand it, and was about to become a "fighter against counterfeiting", but Liu Laodao stopped him, pulled him out of the crowd, and whispered:
"Don't provoke him, that person is a White Lotus cultist."
White Lotus Sect?
Although he was new here, Li Changan also had some preliminary understanding of this organization. In short, this is a terrorist organization that has followers from all over the world and has gathered a large number of heretics and heroes to deceive the people into rebellion under the guise of religion.
Naturally, Li Changan, a wild Taoist priest, cannot afford to offend such a behemoth.
But this person in front of me? The magic trick of pretending to be magical is really crude. They say that the White Lotus Sect is a mixture of dragons and snakes, but they won’t let such a person come out and embarrass themselves, right?
The old Taoist couldn't tell what his apprentice was thinking, so he pointed to the incense altar next to the magic stick.
"Did you see those scents?"
It was the incense that the magic stick had lit when he was "casting a spell" before. It was a big handful, half of it was burned, and green smoke was rising.
"Is it smoky but odorless? This is the unique incense of the White Lotus Sect."
The old Taoist was at a loss for words. The smoke from the incense filled the whole place, but there was no aroma at all. However, Li Changan still had doubts.
"There are so many bad fragrances in the world that are smoky and tasteless. We can't all be White Lotus Sect."
The old Taoist smiled when he heard this.
"My good disciple, I will teach you another trick today, so that you will not be unkind to others in the future. The incense of the White Lotus Sect actually has a smell, and the smell of the believers who have truly entered the sect is even more different.
. But not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary dogs that become spirits cannot smell this smell! However, I am asking you..."
The old Taoist smiled while twirling his beard. With his long half-white beard, he looked somewhat like an immortal. Unfortunately, his robes were too shabby and ruined his appearance.
"What is the most powerful skill as a teacher?"
Li Changan thought for a while and replied concisely and honestly.
"Gou."
Liu Daochang shook his hand and plucked out a few strands of his precious beard, which was a pretentious thing. He grimaced in pain.
"You brat, don't expect me to give you a penny in advance for your room and board tonight."
Li Changan remains honest.
"Master, we have been sleeping in the temple for three days, and you don't have any money in your pocket."
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"So, even if he pretends to be Bai Yang Buddha, his background in the White Lotus Sect will be known to a poor Taoist as soon as he hears it."
At this time, in an abandoned hotel beside the east suburban road outside Pingye City, Li Changan recounted this past incident to Fu Jiulang. At the Jingshen Temple, Li Changan noticed something fishy about Faxiang. When he met with Na Chengliang
, and even smelled the unique smell of the disciples of the White Lotus Sect. He remained calm at that time, but asked Fu Jiulang to pretend to be a sheep dealer in advance, and used the old man's "animal making" technique to escape from the golden cicada.
"and after?"
The story of this young man who always loved to travel far and high, performing chivalrous acts of justice, was an ordinary story in the eyes of the Taoist priests, but Fu Jiulang was dazzled by the story and asked anxiously what was going on.
Fortunately, the subsequent story is somewhat legendary and will not disappoint people too much.
"Later, we sneaked back in the middle of the night, put the magic stick in a sack, threw it into the mass grave, and summoned some ghosts to play fun with us. Unexpectedly, he just thought it was caused by some evil deeds.
The ghosts and gods took revenge. Not only did they return the money the next day, but they also voted for office themselves."
After saying this, the two of them laughed together. At the end, Fu Jiulang showed emotion on his face.
"If it weren't for my family... well, I would also like to be like the Taoist priest, wielding a sword to the end of the world and rejoicing in grudges!"
The Taoist priest smiled and said nothing.
At that moment, Yan Xinglie also came out of the side compartment, took off the sheepskin that was about to burst, and put on his cloak and armor. His steps were still vigorous, but his face was inevitably a little dazed.
It's really uncomfortable to be betrayed by someone you regard as a brother, but Li Chang'an is not a kindhearted person, so he just invited Yan Xinglie, and the three of them briefly discussed the funeral arrangements.
Yan Xinglie had a tough mind and quickly put aside his gloomy thoughts and regained his former glory.
"In this way, the rescued women all depend on Brother Fu to take care of them!" As he said this, he bowed his hand to Fu Jiulang, "Yan Xinglie will never forget his kindness in helping!"
"It's what it should be! It's what it should be." The young man smiled stupidly and waved his hands to refuse.
"Kuroro doesn't have to refuse."
The Taoist priest reminded:
"Jiulang must be careful in his words and deeds from now on. Don't tell others about helping Pindao and Brother Yan. The White Lotus Sect is very powerful and they may be angered and harmed."
Fu Jiulang nodded solemnly.
"Kuroro certainly knows."
"That's good, go and cherish it now!"
"treasure!"
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The two of them originally planned to take advantage of the opportunity when the White Lotus Sect's attention was still calm, and take a shortcut from the mountain road at night to rush to the next city where Zhenfu Si was stationed.
However, things backfired.
A heavy rain blocked their trip. In this world, going into the mountains on a rainy night is really asking for death. Fortunately, with the help of intermittent lightning, the two found an uninhabited hut.
The house has obviously been abandoned, and it has inevitably accumulated dust and cobwebs, but fortunately the walls and roof are generally intact and can still provide shelter from wind and rain.
The two tied the horses to the woodshed next to the house, pulled the White Lotus Saint "sheep" wrapped in sheepskin into the house, closed the door, and shut out the wind, rain and thunder.
Li Changan rummaged around the house for a while and unexpectedly found an oil lamp with some lamp oil still left in the lamp. The Taoist priest took out a lighter and lit it.
"boom!"
The door that had just been closed was suddenly knocked open. Immediately afterwards, seven tough men with long swords hanging from their waists strode in, taking off their bamboo hats and shouting loudly.
"Master, listen up, this house has been requisitioned by the grandpas. Just bring food to you. Those who obey will be rewarded; those who don't will be punished with a knife..."
The man who spoke suddenly stopped talking. He stared at Yan Xinglie who looked like a bear with his eyes wide open, and then turned to look at the Taoist priest with short hair on his head.
The Taoist priest's eyes flashed, and he caught a glimpse of the white lotus embroidered on the lapels of the seven men's clothes.
"Yan Xinglie?!"
"White Lotus Sect."
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Outside, it was raining heavily.
Inside the house, there is an unexpected encounter on a narrow road.
The brief stalemate was filled with solemn silence.
until.
"Boom!"
Thunder pierced the night sky and shattered the dead silence in the field.
The man who had spoken earlier suddenly jumped up, pushed open the door, and rushed out of the house. The two men who were close to the door took one step to the left and were about to draw their swords to protect the door.
However, Yan Xinglie had already rushed over like a cheetah. The two of them had just grasped the hilts of their knives, but they were already bumped head-on by his huge body.
"Click."
The door and half of the earthen wall were crumbling, and Yan Xinglie and the two men were knocked into the heavy rain.
Suddenly, lightning mixed with the wind and rain poured in. The outline of the remaining swordsman of the White Lotus Sect was pale as a result, and Li Changan's eyes shone brightly.
Suddenly, the thunder retreated, and the fading light swayed slightly and suddenly went out.
"Qiang."
The sound of swords being unsheathed burst out from the darkness where the rain was falling!
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Sparks flew as the steel clashed, and the shouts were extinguished with a scream.
After a brief confrontation, dead silence returned to the hut again.
A swordsman clenched his weapon in the darkness. The darkness in front of him made him very uncomfortable. What was the result of the brief fight just now? Who died? Who lived?
But after all, he was a good player trained through thousands of selections. He quickly calmed down, held his breath, and even tried to quiet his heartbeat.
Years of fighting experience told him: It is difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy in the dark. Whoever speaks first will be the target; whoever becomes the target will die first.
However.
"Ah."
A chuckle suddenly sounded in the darkness.
who is it?
His mind was still thinking, but his body had already handed out the knife first.
"Pfft."
Three sounds in a row, this was the sound of a blade inserting into flesh. His brain finally caught up with his body and determined that the laughter did not belong to anyone on his side. At the same time, another question quietly emerged. The three sounds represented three knives.
But... where is the other one?
"boom!"
Lightning surged in again.
The swordsman was shocked to find that on the lapel of the "enemy" he stabbed, a lotus dyed red with blood was particularly dazzling. At the same time, a long sword sprang out from the side of the "enemy" like a spiritual snake.
, silently but already in front of you.
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The thunder light receded again like the tide.
There was a faint firelight in the dark cabin.
Li Changan picked up the fallen lamp and relit it, and then the dim light slowly filled the room, illuminating the four corpses lying on the ground and the blood spatter on the wall.
He protected the light with his hand and walked to the door...or rather, to the hole in the earthen wall.
In the rain.
Yan Xinglie finished off the last White Lotus Sect swordsman and turned around to see Li Changan with a look of shame on his face.
"Tao... cough cough cough!"
Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly bent over and burst into a heartbreaking cough.
The Taoist priest raised his head and saw a firework dragging a long tail flame into the night sky, exploding a white lotus, which was swallowed up by the rain in the blink of an eye.
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Pingye City.
Cheng Liang was still dragging his men and asking angrily.
Bai Lianzuo's face was cold and his eyes were serious.
"Don't worry, Ambassador Zuo." The old man said with a smile, "Although Yan Xinglie is cunning, his traces were eventually exposed and we caught him by the tail."
"What's more, we only gathered elite soldiers when we entered the city this time. Most of the people are still scattered around Pingye. Who knows..."
Halfway through his words, the old man suddenly raised his head and looked at the eastern sky.