There was lightning and thunder outside the Taoist temple, and the light inside the temple was flickering.
Not far from Ye Tian's head, a dark, palm-sized clay sculpture fragment suddenly emitted a faint fluorescence after being stained by Ye Tian's blood.
If anyone is watching at this time, they will find that this fluorescent object is not made of clay, but a dark turtle shell, densely engraved with complex lines, a bit like what a Feng Shui master uses.
compass.
However, unlike the common compass, this turtle shell does not have an inner disk, but is replaced by a Tai Chi yin and yang pattern. The outside corresponds to the "Qian Kun Zhen Gen Li Kan Dui Xun" Bagua pattern, which looks unusually simple and mysterious.
Originally, the turtle shell was dim and colorless, but when it was stained with Ye Tian's blood, the entire turtle shell seemed to come alive. The blood seeped into the back of the turtle shell, and mysterious patterns appeared one by one.
Suddenly, a thunder exploded outside, and the light in the entire Taoist temple suddenly brightened up. Above the turtle shell, a Tai Chi pattern vaguely appeared, turning into a puff of green smoke, and penetrated into the center of Ye Tian's eyebrows, while on the ground
The turtle shell disappeared with the sound of thunder.
A bolt of lightning lit up from the sky, tearing open the dark sky, winding down like a snake or a dragon. Through the light of the lightning, you could see Ye Tian's little body on the ground shaking slightly.
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The summer thunderstorms come and go quickly. As the thunderstorms subside, the temple returns to its former peace, with only the crisp sound of water dripping from the eaves up and down.
The next morning, it was clear after the rain. The mountains and forests were green, the grass and trees were fragrant, and the mist was as light as gauze. Only a thin cloud could be seen lingering in the deep valleys and forests. At this time, the trees on the mountains shone with crystal-like green.
A figure walked through the mountains and forests. Although the road was muddy and slippery, the figure did not stop at all. Not long after, it had arrived at the entrance of the Taoist temple.
This is a Taoist priest of medium build. His Taoist robe is as worn as this Taoist temple. The topknot on his head is a little scattered due to the rush. His face is slightly rosy, but there is no wrinkle.
Just looking at his face and complexion, this Taoist priest seems to be only forty or fifty years old, but from his eyes as deep as the sea, you can see a trace of vicissitudes of life, which makes people dare not underestimate him.
"That Heavenly Lord Wuliang, fortunately the founder's legacy was not destroyed..."
Looking at the dilapidated Taoist temple, the old Taoist priest made a bow with one hand in front of his chest. However, when he saw the situation in the front hall through the air-leaky doors and windows on all sides, he couldn't help but screamed in pain and walked in quickly.
"Master Patriarch, Xiaodao calculated that you were going to suffer a calamity a few days ago, and he will definitely reshape your golden body in a few days..."
Looking at the empty altar, the old Taoist priest pretended to pinch the fingers of his right hand, but for a moment he didn't notice that there was a small body on the muddy ground.
"Master, didn't you calculate that I too would be in trouble?"
Ye Tian, who woke up from a coma, suddenly became furious after hearing the old Taoist priest's words. This old guy usually claimed to be the fifty-generation descendant of Mai's lineage, but he never seemed to be accurate.
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"Master...Master, my head was broken by Grandmaster..."
Ye Tian, who had just woken up, felt a little dizzy. He reached out and touched his head, but found that his hands were covered with blood. No matter how smart Ye Tian was, he was only a child in his early ten years. He screamed in shock.
"Oh, my precious apprentice, you...what's wrong with you?"
Seeing Ye Tian's face covered with blood on the ground, the old Taoist priest was shocked. He quickly picked up Ye Tian, checked Ye Tian up and down, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
After running outside to get some well water and cleaning Ye Tian's wounds, the old Taoist priest dug out a box from the greasy robe, picked out a little black ointment from it with his little finger, and rubbed it on Ye Tian
On the forehead, he said: "It's okay, it's just a skin injury, a bit of blood loss, it will be fine after a few days of recovery..."
Feeling a cool feeling on his forehead, Ye Tian woke up a little. He looked at the old Taoist priest with an unkind expression and said, "Old guy, you asked me to come to you during the holiday. Do you want me to help you cope with the disaster?"
Although there is a saying in magic about changing one's fate against the will of heaven and pursuing good fortune and avoiding misfortune, the number of days has been decided. If one wants to steal the sky and change the day, one must have someone who can cope with the calamity, which is also known as the scapegoat.
Although Ye Tian is young, he is very familiar with the backs of books such as "Ma Yi Xiangfa" and "Shu Zang". Now he has suffered an inexplicable disaster. Of course, he suspects that this old master has plotted against him.
"How can there be no such thing? You were born on the second day of February in the Year of the Dragon. I can't figure out your numerology at all..."
After hearing what Ye Tian said, the old Taoist priest called Chong Tianqu. The reason why he accepted Ye Tian as his disciple was that he wanted to find a companion in the deep mountains and emptiness.
Secondly, it was because of Ye Tian's strange horoscope that the old Taoist had some inquiring thoughts. However, after spending five or six years with Ye Tian, he still could not figure out Ye Tian's numerology.
Ye Tian was not entangled in this matter, but he was a little curious about the old Taoist priest's whereabouts yesterday, and asked: "Then why did you go down the mountain?"
"Disciple, look, our Taoist temple has been in disrepair for a long time. Didn't I go down the mountain to make some good fortune and ask someone to renovate it..."
Speaking of this matter, the old Taoist priest looked unhappy, "Why should the state be responsible for the repair of the main peak of Maoshan Mountain? We are just wandering ghosts and no one cares about us?"
Just last year, the state allocated 30 million yuan to carry out large-scale restoration of Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace and Yuanfu Wanning Palace on the main peak of Maoshan Mountain.
At that time, the old Taoist priest wanted to take advantage of it and asked the construction team to help him repair the linen Taoist temple. Unexpectedly, he was driven back by the Taoist priests on the main peak. This made him feel angry all the time.
Ye Tian touched the wound on his head that had formed a bloody scar, and said angrily: "Master, this is a religious culture, and yours is a feudal superstition. Can it be the same?"
"The origin of physiognomy can be traced back to the feudal superstition of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. The derived spells include astronomy, calendar, mathematics, numerology, fortune-telling, spells, auspicious selection, miscellaneous fortune-telling, Fangzhongshu and other miscellaneous arts. This is natural
Science..."
After hearing Ye Tian's words, the old Taoist priest immediately jumped up. After experiencing the catastrophe of ten years, life had just gotten better. He was about to revive the Mai lineage, but he did not expect to be called feudal by his apprentice.
Superstitious.
"Okay, master, you are not superstitious, but can you help me get some water? I am very thirsty..."
Ye Tian waved his hands feebly. He had no energy to argue with the old guy right now. Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, Ye Tian was a little scared. If the whole clay sculpture fell on him, he would probably be a child by now.
Is your life at risk?
"The wound is bigger, and I have learned to be squeamish. I think back when I was an old man, I could lead hundreds of little devils around the mountains, and there were several bullet holes in my body..."
The old Taoist was very dissatisfied with Ye Tian's attitude. After accepting this apprentice, he used teaching Kung Fu as a condition, and all the work of boiling water and cooking was done by Ye Tian, who was only a few years old at the time.
However, despite muttering, the old man still fetched water from the well in the courtyard and took it to the back to boil. Ye Tian was injured, but he couldn't drink cold water.
"Boy, you lie down on the bed and sleep for a while. I'll get you some food..."
Seeing Ye Tian's languid and pitiful appearance, the old Taoist priest carried him into the bed in the inner room. It rained so heavily yesterday that there was no need to rely on quilts. Even the bamboo bed was full of rainwater.
"I am over 100 years old, and I still have to serve a little kid like you. What a loss for this apprentice..."
Fortunately, it was summer, so he wouldn't catch a cold. After settling Ye Tian, the old Taoist turned back and went down the mountain. Of course, he would have to complain.
After more than an hour, the old Taoist returned to the Taoist temple with a fish and a hen in his hand. When he saw Xiao Yetian sleeping soundly, he didn't wake him up. He killed the fish and chicken by himself and started cooking for Ye Tian.
Come.
"Master, what did you cook? It smells so good?"
Ye Tian, who was sleeping soundly, was aroused by the strong fragrance on the tip of his nose. This kid is very angry. Although he lost a lot of blood yesterday, after sleeping for a few hours, his energy has almost recovered.
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"Wow, old hen, and fish soup, Master, you are so kind to me..."
After opening the pot, Ye Tian immediately screamed. He had known Lao Tao for almost five or six years, and this was the first time Ye Tian had enjoyed such treatment.
"Seeing that you are injured, I will go down the mountain and buy you a fish..."
After hearing what Ye Tian said, the old man's face turned red. The fish was indeed bought, but the old hen was caught from a pile of firewood when he went up the mountain.
It's not that the old Taoist priests were reluctant to buy them, but they were short of money and no one in the countryside was willing to sell hens that lay eggs.
As the saying goes, people become better with age, and there are really not many things that a seasoned person cannot do. Although it lacks seasoning, but with a few mountain herbs, this chicken soup is full of fragrance.
After drinking the chicken soup, Ye Tian's pale little face finally had a trace of color. After rolling his eyes for a while, he looked at the old Taoist priest and asked: "Master, have you achieved good fortune by going down the mountain? If this Taoist temple is
If you don't repair it, I'm afraid you won't even have a coffin..."
"You brat, do you know how to speak human language?"
The old Taoist priest turned a little green when he was told by Ye Tian. He wanted to teach him a lesson, but he stopped his hand because of Ye Tian's injury.
Back, let me see if you are lazy..."
"Oh, your eyes must be as clear as the sun and moon, your phoenix eyes and dragon eyes must be clear, and you are most afraid of yellow and clear veins combined with red veins, which will lead to a life of misfortune and failure..."
Ye Tian saw the old Taoist's expression was not kind, so he recited it obediently, looking into the eyes of the old Taoist while reciting, but he was thinking about why this old guy didn't have yellow eyes and red veins?
"Huh? What...what's going on?"
Just when Ye Tian looked at Lao Dao, his head suddenly felt dizzy. This period only lasted a few seconds. However, when he returned to normal, Ye Tian found that there seemed to be something extra in his head.
