Hearing this, Qingxu, who was so old, suddenly raised his face, smiled brightly, stood up quickly, bowed his hands, thanked the Heavenly Master for his permission, and then continued to look for books for the Heavenly Master.
"Let's go quickly. You're disturbing me by reading and chattering here."
"yes!"
Qingxu stood up and said goodbye. Not long after, he left the Daozang Pavilion and brought the news to Yuchen. The latter also rubbed his hands back and forth excitedly. Who doesn't want to fight against the barbarian priest? Even if he dies, he can
Who wouldn't like such an honor when he is on the roster of Tianshi Mansion?
For a moment, the two of them began to summon the disciples, select and give orders, and the entire mountain sect was in a lively mood. Zhang Shuangbai stood in front of the attic window, looking at the two people of such an age, and couldn't help but smile, if only he could age backwards.
In fifty years, I am afraid that I will be even more excited than these two disciples.
'It's a pity that Mingguang...'
He sighed, went back to sit down in front of the stack of books, and read page by page with the oil lamp brought by the little Taoist priest. When the sky got dark and darkened, the square outside gradually became quiet.
The wind rushed over the eaves and squeezed through the doors and windows. The oil lamp in front of the old man suddenly swayed. In the light and dark, he could vaguely hear the cry of "Heavenly Master".
At a certain moment, Zhang Shuangbai felt a familiar aura and raised his face. In the shadow of the corner in front of his field of vision, there was a figure wearing Taoist robes standing there.
"Mingguang?"
After murmuring the other person's name, Zhang Shuangbai put down the book, stood up, and walked towards the other side.
"Heavenly Master."
In the dim light of the oil lamp, the figure wearing a Taoist robe slowly stepped out of the shadows. It was Mingguang's face. His face was no longer as pale as it was when he was a human, and his figure was like a candle in the wind, flickering out.
"Ming Guang is back...to see you."
Hearing this, Zhang Shuangbai's eyes actually gleamed. He subconsciously turned his face away, corrected his voice, and then said: "Mingguang has his heart, he has his heart... How are you doing over there?"
"Disciple didn't arrive at Chenghuang Temple..."
"What?" The Heavenly Master was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at the disciple in front of him in astonishment, "Mingguang should know about the reincarnation of heaven and earth. Do you want to continue practicing with your soul?"
Mingguang walked to the edge of the light of the oil lamp, shook his head, and nodded.
"Ming Guang is in Luodu now. There is a Senluo Palace there. Fellow Taoist Chen recommended him to find a job at the feet of Emperor Yin."
The look of astonishment magnified on Zhang Shuangbai's face. This was the first time he heard that, except for his status as the disciple of the sixth generation founder of Tianshi Mansion, he only knew that Chen Yuan was just pulling an ox cart and performing tricks to practice Taoism.
Where have I heard of such terms as Senluodian?
"Where is that? Could it be that when Chen Yuan was a soul, he created another place? He wanted to lead the reincarnation of the world's creatures?" Thinking of this, Zhang Shuangbai was startled by his own thoughts.
Fortunately, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mingguang shaking his head, otherwise this guess would be too shocking.
"The Heavenly Master doesn't know that in the Senluo Hall...many Yin gods have appeared in Chen Daoyou's oxcart...and they haven't fully come out yet. The disciple heard that there are ten halls of Yama above, who are in charge of the Senluo Hall together.
There are also Yin Tianzi and Hou Tu...Now the cycle of life and death in the Luodu area is in their hands, and the nearby land and the City Emperor Temple are also included in it."
These contents were huge and unfamiliar. The more Zhang Shuangbai continued to listen, the more his body trembled slightly. This was not about cultivating Taoism and becoming an immortal. This was bringing over a bunch of immortals that he had never heard of before.
"No wonder Yan Ren tried every possible means to kill him..."
Recalling what Qingxu said that day, Chen Yuan also summoned a divine man who was the same time as Yiren, he felt that things were no longer as simple as they seemed. Now, listening to what Mingguang said, it is not just a Senluo Temple, I'm afraid
There will be more gods and men he has never heard of appearing later.
"Tianshi Mansion... is it a good thing or a bad thing to help him like this?"
"Heavenly Master."
Mingguang's figure could not be maintained for long. He saw the change in Zhang Shuangbai's expression and said quickly: "Master, don't worry. What I saw in Senluo Hall is that these Yin gods are not evil gods. Everything they do is done impartially.
In the Luodu area, ghosts are almost invisible now, and the people in the world can live and work in peace and contentment without being troubled by evil spirits."
"As you said, it's not bad... What happened to your soul?" Zhang Shuangbai changed his words and found that the disciple's soul outside the light was crumbling, as if it was about to disperse.
"Don't worry, Heavenly Master. This disciple just borrowed the magic weapon from Senluo Palace to travel thousands of miles to visit Heavenly Master. Now the time is coming and it's time to go back."
Hearing this, Zhang Shuangbai pursed his lips. He didn't know that this was Mingguang coming back specifically to tell him not to feel guilty because of that incident.
"Go and have a good life, Mingguang. If you have time, I will go to Senluo Hall to see you."
Mingguang laughed, and using the etiquette he had done countless times, he bowed to the tearful Heavenly Master, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, and said in his final voice: "Celestial Master, my disciple is gone."
"It's easy to walk with the bright light." Zhang Shuangbai watched the disciple's figure gradually disappear, but couldn't help but get closer and wanted to reach out to help him. The moment he made contact, wind hit his face, and then... He opened his eyes suddenly and saw
What I saw was that the early morning sunlight was pouring in through the window, and I accidentally shouted: "Bright light!"
In the sight, Qingxu, Yuchen, and several inner Taoist priests were looking over with concern.
"Master Tian, what's wrong with you?"
Only then did Zhang Shuangbai realize that he had actually fallen asleep in front of a pile of books. Even if he was too seriously injured, he could not have been hypnotized into a dream by a ghost. It must have been the magic weapon of Senluo Temple, which was indeed extremely powerful.
After a while, the old man sighed and said softly: "I... dreamed of the bright light."
Several people surrounded the Heavenly Master and fell silent one after another.
The sun streaked across the sky, illuminating the winding Taiwu Mountains stretching to the south. In the once prosperous Gyeonggi Province, broken flags and wrecked vehicles could be seen everywhere in the wilderness.
A wheel came over and he continued to move forward. The figure walking on foot bent down, picked up a blood-stained nail leaf from the soil, and sighed.
"How long has it been since we were beaten like this?"
The fat Taoist driving the car sneered, holding half a chicken drumstick in his hand and shaking it: "I don't care what they do, even if my brains turn white, it won't stop me from eating drumsticks."
"I just know how to eat it. When will you get that cow out for me?" The crazy old man gnawed on another chicken leg, lying behind the guardrail and pointing at the old cow. The latter's ears trembled and he obediently leaned towards Chen Yuan. He was huge.
The cow's head rubbed against its owner's legs.
While talking and laughing, Chen Yuan booed the heroes playing cards in the car. The ox cart was approaching the city gate. It was a turmoil at this time. There were few businessmen coming in and out. The soldiers guarding the gate came straight over to check the vehicles and looked into the cars.
Except for a crazy old man, there was just a bunch of dead wood sitting on a big log, holding a piece of paper with beautiful patterns in his hand and sitting in a weird posture. Some people were pulling out the paper and throwing it around; some were slapping the table with angry eyes, and some were throwing the paper away.
Covering his chest and grinning.
Looking at the strangely withered wood, the inspecting soldiers felt a chill and did not dare to question too much, so they quickly asked Chen Yuan to drive in.
Seeing that the bullock cart had gone away, the soldier stood back to his original position. The comrade next to him saw that his expression was strange and quickly asked him what was wrong.
"It's okay... I just feel cold."
"Is there any problem with the car?"
"It's so weird. It's full of dead wood, as if it's alive. When I looked inside, it seemed like there were countless pairs of eyes looking at it."
One of the soldiers standing on the other side of the city gate suddenly said: "By the way, did you think the man driving the bullock cart that we just entered looked familiar?"
Hiss~~
The last soldier among the four suddenly took a breath and started to tremble a little, "It looks like the one in the temple..."
The other three people all shuddered when he reminded them.
"It can't be so evil, right?"
It's okay to worship gods, but it's another thing to see the god you're worshiping walking past.
…
“Candied haws on ice~~”
“Excellent rice paper!”
"Take a look, take a look. There are some beautiful paper paintings here. To be objective about the past, why don't you get one? Hang it in the living room to be elegant and elegant. Hang it in the bed and bed. You can look at it for a long time and get better. You can keep it and hold it in your arms next year.
Fat boy."
As soon as we entered the streets and alleys of the city, all kinds of words from the market came to our faces, and among the bustling pedestrians, Chen Yuan led the old cow in front, and the fat Taoist led the crazy old man to stop and stop, looking at new things that he had not been exposed to for a long time.
On the long street by the Xinyang River, the number of people wearing yellow scarves on their heads increased day by day. When Chen Yuan arrived, he used a blind trick to turn his appearance into an ordinary rough man, but the ox cart still attracted the attention of these believers.
Soon, Chen Yuan stopped at the Zhenjun Temple that was demolished and rebuilt. It has not yet been officially topped off, and the statues inside have not been put on the altar. However, believers outside the temple have long been busy here, helping the craftsmen with their work, or burning incense and kneeling.
Pray in front of the stone steps.
In the crowd, a limping figure held a book and read the Taoist scriptures. There was a young man beside him, who was his son.
at some point.
Xu Huaiyu stopped preaching and subconsciously looked at the long street. He quickly got up and walked over. Under the puzzled eyes of the young man and a group of believers, he knelt down in front of an unfamiliar rough man.
Then came the jaw-dropping words.
"Xu Huaiyu meets the true king."
Around them, believers who were quite trusting in the temple ceremony. After hearing this, they looked at me and I looked at you, and immediately knelt down one by one, and in an instant there was a cloud of darkness.