Liu Qiao's eyes looked like "strange goods", but he was not really as good as Long Yang. He liked to walk on dry roads and was fond of promiscuity.
Rather, I am happy that this week I will have deep blessings, good spirituality, and good instincts. I am simply blessed with a beautiful jade.
Moreover, with the guidance of the Holy Emperor, such a blessing cannot be achieved in just a few lifetimes.
If you have the opportunity to practice Taoism, you will be one of our generation sooner or later, so it is just a little love for talents.
With such a material, if I teach Huang Ting Taoism, I will not say that I will become an immortal, but if I borrow Huang Ting's next chapter, my whole body will be far away from harm, I will not be afraid of tigers and wolves, and I will be able to become a member of the immortal family.
As for accepting him as a disciple?
Liu Qiao did have this idea, but the Holy Emperor had pointed out the person, and he was only a few pounds, so he couldn't rush into his disciples.
What if he is the disciple or heir that Emperor Xuanyuan favors, and the next emperor of heaven, king of men, and emperor is a first-class person, but he cuts off his beard by taking a cross-cutting move, that would be a big risk.
So for Zhou Qing, I could only treat him carefully, holding it in my hands for fear of falling, and holding it in my mouth for fear of melting.
I was thinking this in my heart, but my face remained calm, and I listened to Zhou Lang talking about the strange things in the village.
It turns out that after Liu Qiao's master and apprentice destroyed the evil spirits, the village was indeed peaceful for a few days.
However, it only lasted a few days. First, many children were lost in the clear day in the village, and then they became more and more arrogant. Even the young and middle-aged children began to die suddenly and inexplicably.
"Many people died at home, and there was no sound of screams and wails. There was no movement. A few days later, the bodies were found to be stinking... Both men and women, old and young, had stinking black blood flowing from their seven orifices, and they seemed to have died violently in vain..." Zhou Qing
He said with a look of fear on his face.
Chang Long felt angry when he heard this, and said with an evil look on his face: "What a monster! It's really rampant. Not only does it eat people at night, but it also dares to do mischief during the day. If you take it, you must skin and gouge out its heart, beat its bones and muscles, and refine its soul into the wick."
, if you discipline it, it will never be able to ascend to the next level..."
Hiding himself deep in the mountains, practicing good deeds, and receiving the Yuxu Precepts and the teachings of his master, Chang Long is no longer the cruel and cannibalistic monster that he used to be, doing good and evil according to his heart, not taking mortals as his fate.
Instead, he learns people's language, understands writing, reads books and knows the principles of saints and sages. He has already regarded himself as a moral person in his heart. He has cultivated a clean spirit. What he hates most is the monster who kills people for no reason and drinks blood and eats flesh.
Liu Qiao also nodded and pondered in his heart. The monster did not dare to cause trouble when he was around. He only dared to do evil after he left.
Moreover, before, they only dared to sneak some babies into their bellies without disturbing the adults, but now they dare to cause trouble blatantly.
Obviously, either he has someone to rely on and is not afraid of ordinary Taoist priests or strangers.
Or, through the cannibalistic spirituality, the skill increases greatly, and you feel that you are powerful and simply "floating".
No matter how ordinary it is, this monster is not difficult to deal with. The main reason is that there may be a big monster behind it. Last time I noticed something strange and didn't explore it in depth, that's why.
After pondering for a moment, he said: "Yuande, you are looking after the house in the cave and practicing well. I will follow Sanlang to Zhoujiazhuang to see what's going on..."
"I will go with the master. Fighting with magic and subduing demons, killing people and fighting demons, and other dirty things can be left to the disciples as long as the master's hands are not dirty..." Chang Long said sincerely.
Protector disciples are specialized in protecting immortal masters, traveling through the world of suffering, practicing martial arts, killing creatures to save suffering, and guarding against weapons.
But Liu Qiao shook his head and said: "I went to refine the demon and came back in a moment. How powerful is that demon? Why bother to mobilize the troops?"
After saying this, he did not allow Chang Long to refute, and arranged: "You stay in the cave, plant the elixir and fairy seedlings, sit in meditation to reduce the magic power and anger, and if you have free time, dig mountains, build bridges, and take care of the mountain gates..."
Chang Long does not know how to be a strong warrior in the Yellow Turban, but he has trained ten generals in his body, each commanding thousands of soldiers. He can dig out mountains and dig holes, sweep razor nets, sweep thorns, and build mountain gates and roads with ease.
It was also when he went to sea last time and saw some famous caves that Liu Qiao started thinking about building a palace to view the immortals.
I just thought that if I die in the future, no matter how good my Shanmen Palace meditation practice is, it will be useless, so I temporarily put aside this idea.
It happened that Zhou Lang came over today. The mountain road was difficult and dangerous and full of thorns. I thought that even if I didn't build a temple, it was still necessary to clean up the mountain road in a neat way.
Hearing that Liu Qiao was willing to go there in person, Zhou Qing was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed and said, "Excuse me, Immortal, when will we set off? Should we ride on horseback or in a sedan chair?"
He came out to visit the master, and among other things, he brought a lot of money with him. If the immortal wanted to ride on a horse or in a sedan chair, that would be enough, but it was not possible to let the immortal walk there thousands of miles away.
"Haha, things are urgent. Let's leave now. There is no need to ride on a horse or a sedan. Just close your eyes and don't be scared..." Liu Qiao smiled when he heard this and pointed to the ground.
The breeze "whooshes" gathers layers of mist, and the bones are white, like cotton balls spread under the feet.
Liu Qiao, like Chang Long, held Zhou Qing's shoulders, jumped onto the clouds, and soared into the sky in a blink of an eye as Chang Long watched him off.
This soaring cloud technique was developed by Liu Qiao in the past two days because he had enough magic power. It is faster than driving the wind and mist, but it is also limited. It can only go a hundred or ten miles.
Compared with Yang Ren's Ten Thousand Miles Soaring into the Clouds technique, Liu Qiao mastered this skill without any teacher and could only be regarded as climbing clouds, which was extremely slow.
However, Teng Yun has an advantage. Firstly, it is stable and good at fighting in high altitudes. Secondly, it can carry people across the sea and fly over mountains. It is not as wind and fog as it is when carrying people on Mount Tai.
The most important thing is that the soaring clouds can reach ten thousand feet into the sky, while the Five Elements Escape Technique can only lift one hundred feet off the ground. Only those immortals who can control the clouds can truly be called: "The ladder to the clouds can reach the sky, and you can worship the emperor of heaven. You can climb straight to the sky, and you can fly thousands of miles away."
There’s room to go”
Therefore, it is also called Feisheng, Feiju, and Xiaju.
Zhou Qing only felt a lightness in his body, and then the wind whizzed past his ears. Although he said he closed his eyes, he could endure it, squinted quietly, and opened his eyes to look.
When you see everything in front of you, it's all white, and there are cotton-wool clouds, rising and rising, and wisps of mist covering the sky. When you look down, your feet seem to be stepping on the ground. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are as big as a palm, and people are like ants.
Zhou Qing was so frightened that he was afraid of falling and turning into a puddle of minced meat. He didn't dare to move. It was also a bit novel. He just felt that traveling around the world like this was the fun of life.
However, before he could feel it carefully, as if he was just thinking in the blink of an eye, his head paused, and he heard in his ears: "We're here, stand still..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Immediately, there was a solid underfoot, and the clouds fell rapidly. They had already landed on the ground. With their feet on the ground, in front of them, the houses with tile eaves, thatched huts and fields were already in Zhoujiazhuang.
"It's really magical. A journey of a thousand miles can be made in the blink of an eye. If you know this skill, you can deliver letters to others and work as a soldier, and you won't have to worry about running out of business..." Zhou Qing thought wildly.
Liu Qiao stood in front of Zhou's house and suddenly said: "Mr. Zhou, there seems to be a funeral in your family?"
When Zhou Qing came back to his senses and took a look, he was shocked. Why were there all white flags and black couplets in front of the door? People in the village had sad expressions on their faces as they came and went. Without caring about anything else, they hurriedly walked towards the door.
Liu Qiao also followed him into Zhou's house. When the villagers who were surrounded by the door and dressed in mourning clothes saw them coming, they quickly got out of the way and said one after another: "It's too late for the third uncle to come back. The grandpa passed away this morning...
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"Yes, on his deathbed, Shang Nian Sanlang..."
Zhou Qing's face was full of disbelief, and he rushed to the mourning hall. Sure enough, there was a coffin with no cover, and Zhou Taigong was lying in the coffin with a slightly ferocious expression.
"Dad..." Zhou Qing collapsed on the ground, almost fainted, and cried loudly. All the relatives and descendants around him came to help him, and they all looked sad and lamented.
At this time, people died one after another in the village, and even the highly respected prince could not escape this disaster and died in strange ways.
Seeing Liu Qiao coming in from behind, the sadness on the faces of these villagers lost a little bit, and they all knelt down and worshiped: "I pray that the immortal will see clearly and put an end to this evil disaster, and save us and other living beings from the danger of death..."
Liu Qiao hurriedly avoided it, helped everyone up and said: "You should not be called an immortal. This matter is already known to me. Don't worry, this trip is specially for refining demons..."
In fact, Liu Qiao didn't know for sure, but at present he was the only one these people could rely on. If he said that he was not completely sure, it would make people panic.
"The Immortal has mercy..." When everyone heard this, they knelt on the ground again, with expressions of gratitude and hope on their faces.
Just like a life-saving straw, what can mortals do against the evil tricks? I just hope that this immortal can get rid of the evil atmosphere, restore the world, and make the people live in peace.
Some elderly people even brought the little gold and silver they had at home, kowtowed and said: "My son died at the hands of the evil spirits. I ask the immortal to have mercy and use his magic power to wipe out the evil spirits. I am willing to dedicate my life savings to create a building for the immortal."
Palaces, temples, and shrines for worship…”
The rest of the people also looked sincere, kowtowed and said in unison: "I would like to build a shrine and a temple for the immortal. We and our descendants will worship for thousands of generations, but our bloodline will survive and the incense will continue..."
When Liu Qiao heard this, his heart felt a little heavy. He did not refuse. He just helped these villagers and villagers up one by one and said: "No need to say more, just leave it to the poor Taoist. I have to sacrifice all my strength to give you peace and tranquility..."
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Explaining the Yuxu family tradition, if you want to save people, you must first test the sincerity of the people. These people are willing to give up everything, including future generations, in exchange for the immortal's help, which is the greatest sincerity.
Although the villagers were poor, and it was hard to say what was good or evil in the first place, they did not sit back and wait for help. Instead, they condemned people to look for immortals and paid all their money to please the masters.
Although Liu Qiao did not need incense or make incense offerings in the temple, he did not refuse directly. Instead, he agreed wholeheartedly to appease everyone.
If everyone refused and refused, these countrymen would feel uneasy, feeling that the immortals would not do their best if they did not accept the things.
When all the villagers saw this, their expressions calmed down a bit, and they arranged the mourning hall one by one, thinking that an immortal would come and destroy the evil spirits.
Liu Qiao walked over to Zhou Qing, who was kneeling on the ground and wailing, and inspected the corpse of Grand Duke Zhou.
His face looked slightly ferocious, with green bags under his eyes, as if Yin Qi had invaded his body, and there was still a little blood on the corner of his mouth that had not been wiped clean.
He asked in a deep voice: "Are all the sudden deaths in the village like this?"
Zhou Qing, who was crying, suddenly raised his head, with hope in his eyes, and asked without answering: "Can the immortal save my father?"
Liu Qiao shook his head and said: "Your Majesty's soul has dispersed, and the three souls have returned to heaven. Even if Luo Tianxian is really here, it will be difficult to save him, and I don't know how to bring him back to life."
In order to get back to life, the prerequisite is that the three souls and seven souls are still alive, at least they can be restrained and brought back, and there must be a treasure such as a golden elixir.
Otherwise, even if a separate palace is opened in the Sanqing Daluo Heaven Realm on the thirty-third day, and the twelve immortals named Luo Tianxian arrive here, they may not be able to come back to life.
When Zhou Qing heard this, the hope in his eyes disappeared, he slumped on the ground, and replied blankly: "People die like this, bleeding from all the orifices..."
Liu Qiao nodded, thoughtfully, and suddenly asked: "Where is your concubine? She has not come out for such a big event?"
Zhou Qing was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, shook his head and looked around, and sure enough, he was nowhere to be seen. He also said doubtfully: "That shouldn't be the case, my aunt and father are the most affectionate, how come..."
Then Teng De stood up and said: "Maybe he is too sad and is mourning in the room. Let me go and have a look!"
Just as he was about to leave, his shoulders were pressed, and Liu Qiao said in a deep voice: "No need to go, she's here..."
After a few breaths, a handsome and beautiful woman emerged from the corridor. She was the concubine of Grand Duke Zhou. She covered her face with her towel and cried, "But Sanlang is back..."
"Third Madam" all the villagers saluted and called her Sanniang, and so on.
When Zhou Qing saw her crying, he couldn't help but choke with grief. He rushed to greet her and asked about the reason for his father's sudden death.
Liu Qiao suddenly came out ahead of him, looked at the approaching third lady and shouted: "You monster, you still dare to pretend in front of a poor Taoist, how can you hide it from the eyes of the judge!"