The red-brick and white-walled Taoist temple door is tightly closed, leaving only a small gap.
Zhang Xuezhou shouted, then leaned on the door and looked through the gap.
Through the gap, Zhang Xuezhou saw a pair of eyes peeking behind the door.
"Little thief, the old Taoist is a member of the Yin Yang Jiutian Sect, and he also has a big backing. He is not afraid of you, the Ten Yin Saints. You should retreat quickly. We will not provoke each other!"
The eyes behind the wooden door met Zhang Xuezhou's, and then he spoke for the second time.
Although I don't know what the Taoist misunderstood, the other party's attitude was undoubtedly harsh, and Zhang Xuezhou was greatly disappointed by his attitude.
People with this kind of mentality will inevitably have limited achievements, and it is difficult to say that they are great.
He thought about the Yin Yang Jiutian Sect and the Holy Son mentioned by the Taoist, and constantly compared the experiences he had heard in the past, but found that there was no overlap.
Everyone in Zhangjiazhuang has limited knowledge. The only people who are well-informed are Zhang Baojia, Zhang Zhong and others who were drafted and returned safely, but no one has ever mentioned any sect or the Shiyin Saint Son.
Zhang Xuezhou found it difficult to understand why there was something wrong with the Taoist's judgment.
But Zhang Xuezhou likes to ask questions directly if he doesn't understand them.
He straightened his coarse shirt a little and straightened his demeanor.
"How did you figure out who I am?" Zhang Xuezhou asked casually, looking at the other person's panicked eyes.
"I can smell that fishy smell on your body from ten meters away, no, from thirty meters away. It's your unique smell, I won't make a mistake in identifying it!"
The voice in the Taoist temple responded in a muffled voice.
This made Zhang Xuezhou lift his sleeve and smell it.
He was bound to sweat profusely when traveling on a hot day, and his clothes had a strong smell of sweat, but not to the point where people could smell the fishy smell even after being tens of meters away.
"Do you know our Shiyin Saint Son?"
At this time, he was misidentified by the Taoist and therefore could not enter the Taoist temple. Zhang Xuezhou felt that he could not explain it. After all, he could only smell the odor of sweat on his body and could not smell any fishy smell.
Even if everything is explained clearly, it will be difficult for him to seek medical skills from a Taoist with such factors that induce misunderstandings.
Of course, Taoist Zhang Xuezhou was not satisfied.
The opponent's ability must be far different from that of the Shiyin Saint Son, and some are even afraid of the people under the Shiyin Saint Son's command.
Compared to reality, Zhang Xuezhou was undoubtedly more bold in the dream. After just a few words of conversation, he began to borrow the name of the Shiyin Saint Son mentioned by the Taoist and moved a backstage behind him out of thin air.
"We had a chance encounter," the Taoist said in a low voice, "What are you doing here after crossing the northern border? Aren't you afraid of being chased by the Feiyu Army?"
"We...you can't protect yourself now, and you still have to worry about us being hunted down?"
Zhang Xuezhou recited a sentence, which immediately made the Taoist's pupils shrink slightly, and there was a trace of obvious panic in his eyes.
"I have not offended you, what do you want from me?" the Taoist asked.
"Our Holy Son is very interested in your method of entering the country to practice!"
Zhang Xuezhou thought for a few seconds before boldly speaking about this topic.
Under the influence of Zhang Weimeng, Song Fengying, and Zhang Manqian, although Zhang Xuezhou has never done such deceitful things in real life, this world has inspired those little distracting thoughts in his heart.
His words at this time were steady but casual, directly using the topic to guide him towards his own goal.
"The Yin Yang family's Dharma is not passed down lightly. We have always passed it on from male to female, and from direct descendants to descendants. Those who study the Dharma need to swear a strong oath to the ancestors of the Jiutian Sect. Only when they have mastered their skills can they go down the mountain and travel far and wide. I am a nine-foot tall man...
"
In the Taoist temple, the old Taoist looked struggling, his eyes were dodging and hesitating, and there was also a battle between heaven and man in his heart.
On one side are the rules of past dynasties, on the other side are unbearable troubles.
He knew very well who the Holy Son of Ten Yins was. As a leader of the younger generation, his character and methods were extremely ruthless, and even the strong men of the older generation were unwilling to provoke him.
The most terrifying thing is the opponent's backer, who is the top figure in the world, far above the heads of many great sects and founders.
Let alone branch sects like their Yin Yang Jiutian Sect, even the founder of the Yin Yang family does not want to offend the other party's backers.
The old Taoist doesn't know why the Holy Son of Shiyin needs to practice the introductory method.
This may be because the other party wants to have a thorough knowledge of the theories of various schools of thought, or maybe the King of Hell is easy to mess with and the devil is difficult to deal with. The other party's subordinates are just tossing around in this way.
"Rules are dead, but people are alive!"
Looking at the eyes of the old Taoist who was fighting between man and nature, Zhang Xuezhou kept reminding him.
"If you move a tree to death, you will move a person to life. This is an eternal truth," Zhang Xuezhou advised.
"What you said...makes sense!"
After a while, the old Taoist gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a decision in his heart.
"What's more, this is just a little bit... This is just a little bit of our Jiutian Sect's inheritance!"
The Holy Son of Shiyin is only seeking a way to enter the country, not all the secret books and secret books of the Yin-Yang Jiutian Sect.
This is not an unbearable loss.
As for the future, the old Taoist feels that if he can't afford to offend, he can still hide, so he can just do business in another mountain.
He thinks clearly and his hands and feet are nimble.
Behind the gate, a roll of bamboo slips was thrown out.
"This is the method for our Jiutian Sect to enter the country," the Taoist introduced. "I'm sorry for being rude, but you smell too fishy. I'm afraid that if you are contaminated with the smell, it will cause misunderstandings about the Feiyu Army's pursuit of the Holy Son across the border."
"fine!"
Zhang Xuezhou reached out to take it, and the bamboo slip was firmly grasped in the center of his hand.
He didn't expect that before he could enter the gate of Jiuchi Taoist Temple, the other party had already thrown out the method of entry.
Listening to Zhang Zhong's explanation of the immigrants and the method of entry, Zhang Xuezhou felt that everything was high and mighty, but everything he had now came too easily.
Of course, it is one thing to obtain the method, but it is another thing to practice it. Whether you can succeed or not depends on luck.
However, mastering the key points of conditioning gave Zhang Xuezhou a lot of self-confidence. He just felt that practicing a method to enter the dream world was not too difficult. If it didn't work, he could just rely on time to polish it.
According to the descriptions of Zhang Changgong, Zhang Cigong and others, the signs in his body were obviously that the seeds of entry had germinated, which was in line with the prerequisites for spiritual practice.
It was extremely difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to go up the mountain, but things went extremely smoothly. He learned how to enter the country before he even started.
He opened the bamboo slip and read a few lines. He felt that he couldn't understand something, so he didn't want to be embarrassed and exposed his flaws. He took the bamboo slip and slowly moved down the mountain.
"People from the Holy Son of the Shiyin are visiting here. It seems that it is likely to be a place of trouble and trouble in the future. It's better to hide away!"
Zhang Xuezhou slowly went down the mountain, while the old Taoist in the Taoist temple had a green face and a white face, and kept stretching out his fingers to calculate.
"Zou Bugui is incompetent, I am ashamed of all the ancestors!"
After calculating for a long time, Zou Bugui felt that he could not figure out the bad luck.
But judging from his personal senses, he felt that he would encounter a serious disaster.
Jiuchi Taoist Temple is involved in dangerous things, so it is the safest way to temporarily leave this Taoist temple to ensure safety.
A tree dies and a person lives. Zou Bugui deeply believed in the words of the messenger under the command of Shiyin Saint Son.
The other party has warned him to this extent. If he doesn't run away, his reaction will be too slow. If he dies, he won't be able to blame others.
After sorting it out and putting all the gold and silver money into a waist pocket, Zou Bugui walked away very neatly.
An umbrella was taken out, and he was like a kite, floating towards the sky.
Occasionally when he looked down, he could see the figure walking slowly on Jiuchipao.
Although there were some vague thoughts in his mind, Zou Bugui didn't bother to think about it anymore when he thought about seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck. He felt that leaving here quickly was the first thing. This chapter has been completed!