The smoke of the cooked cooking rose around the village, and the seductive rice fragrance filled, making the naphta in the belly committed.
field.
The villagers who had been busy all the morning packed things one after another, ready to go home for dinner.
Everyone walks side by side in three or three, or with a hoe, or using a straw hat to fan the wind, a smile on the tired face.
Village entrance.
A large stone monument stands on the side of the road, and the monument is written with dense text.
The villagers went to the village entrance and suddenly saw a strange person.
It was a young Taoist priest, holding the dust in his hands, standing outside the village entrance, looking at Tiancang Mountain not far away.
In the past 100 years, as more and more monks came to the Dajin Dynasty, they used their means to help the people to lower their demon and remove demon.
So now in the Dajin Dynasty, when the people see the monk Taoist priests, they will generally be more respectful.
The villagers looked at each other. One of the middle -aged people who looked quite prestigious came forward and asked respectfully: "Seeing the long -term Tao, I don’t know how to call it?"
"The fellow is polite, the poor Dao Xuan Chengzi."
Zhao Mu turned around and returned to the ceremony with a smile.
"It turned out to be Xuan Chengzi."
The middle -aged man hesitated and asked: "The Taoist leader came to our village, but what kind of demons and evil spirits were there nearby?"
"Oh, the fellow is assured that the poor way is just here, there is no evil heart here."
Zhao Mu doesn't care.
Over the years, there have been too many demons for the Dajin dynasty, so the villagers have asked such a problem that it is normal.
"Oh, that's fine, that's good."
The villagers were relieved.
Middle -aged people continue to say: "Taoist chief, but you haven't eaten yet? Just happen to have the meals at home.
"Thank you, the fellow, I have already eaten the poor."
Zhao Mu looked at Tian Cangshan: "Poor Tao is just standing here, just look at Cangshan that day, huh, this is also a re -swim, but the old people are no longer there."
He shook his head and pointed to the stele next to him: "Fellow, I wonder who the stone monument is?"
It was recorded on the stele, and the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty was defeated at that time. He led the rebels to escape into the Tianshan Mountain.
It also focused on the pen and ink, and carefully described the sudden appearance of poison doctors. Among the tens of thousands of troops, the queen was saved.
Zhao Mu feels that the person of the monument is likely to be at the scene, because many details described in the inscriptions are not seen by themselves, it should not be known.
"It is the ancestor of our village. It has been hundreds of years since it has been. Is the Taoist chief interested in this story?"
"It’ s right, I have heard of things that year, but I did n’t expect that there were still people who would set up a monument for the things of the year. ”
"hehe."
The middle -aged man laughed: "The Taoist chief knew something. In fact, the ancestor of our village was once a general of the Emperor Ming Yuan's army. At that time, he had seen it with his own eyes. The poison doctor's peerless style."
"At that time, the poisonous medicine rescued the queen Yuwen Piaoyu, which was a great blow to the military heart of Emperor Mingyuan's army. Afterwards, many people realized that there was no future with Emperor Ming Yuan, so he escaped secretly."
"And the ancestors of our village were secretly staying in Tiancang Mountain at that time. He and many colleagues opened their branches here and gradually formed our village today."
"Later, in his later years, the ancestors still couldn't forget. The poisonous style I saw that year, so I set up a stone monument at the village entrance, recorded the things of the year, and inherited the younger generation."
"I see."
Zhao Mu smiled: "But if there is something, there must be an echo. I am afraid that the poison doctor did not expect that what he did in that year would be recorded.
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"Who knows, after all, it is a person hundreds of years ago. I am afraid that the bones are turned into loess. What do you stand up to the monument? People will not care about it. These are only for future generations."
The middle -aged man shook his head, but he didn't know what he said that the bone turned into a loess, but in fact, he stood in front of him.
"The fellow villagers are transparent. Indeed, who will care about future generations a few years ago?"
Zhao Mu laughed and arched: "Okay, thank you fellow fellows for poverty, hurry up and go home for dinner, so as not to wait for your family."
"Dao Ye really doesn't take a bite in the house?"
"No, I have to go to Cangshan in the day of Poor Road."
After Zhao Mu finished speaking, he went straight to the mountains.
He showed a shrinking incoming, more than ten feet a step, and he had already embarked on Tiancang Mountain.
Seeing this, a group of villagers rubbed their eyes unbelievable. Want to determine if they were dazzling?
How can anyone in the world be so fast?
The middle -aged man suddenly knelt on the ground and exclaimed loudly: "The cultivator is actually a immortal, and I meet the Taoist chief. I wait for me to be neglected just now, and I ask the Taoist chief to see it."
When others heard the words, they quickly kneeling down and hoeing.
After all, for them, the fairy -like character is not dare to be slow.
Suddenly, the free and easy sound came from the mountains, and echoed in everyone's ears like Qingquan:
"Oh, please get up from the fellow villagers. In the next day, Tian Cangshan may change a little, but everyone does not have to panic. Those changes are only good for the village."
"Although the poverty -stricken Tao has never seen all the ancestors, but because of the stone stele, there is a fate. This time, even if the poor monk did, even if it was repaid."
The sound of the sulfur gradually dissipated.
The villagers looked at each other, and did not understand what the Taoist said what it meant?
I do n’t know how many years have been standing here, what can be changed?
Zhao Mu went all the way, and soon arrived.
The rocks here are still the same, but people are no longer there.
"Millennium life and death, I don't know when we can meet again?"
Zhao Mu shook his head and squeezed the soil seal, and the whole person slowly entered the strata.
Along the way, Zhao Mu quickly came to a huge underground cave.
This cave is located in the mountains, and it looks like it is artificially excavated, because there are many traces of shovel on the wall.
The hole is very large, and in the center of the ground, there is a huge black iron sword.
The height of this iron sword is at least a hundred feet, it is extremely hard, and the surface is slightly rough.
This is one of the foundations of the dragon's large array.
The black iron sword is deeply inserted into the strata and is connected to the ground veins, which contains infinite power.
If it wasn't for this black iron sword, it was made of turtle spirit, Zhao Mu really had no confidence, and he could refine and transform it with his own cultivation.
He waved the dust, black crickets, turtle spirit and white fox, and suddenly appeared on the ground.
When I saw the black iron sword, the turtle laughed suddenly: "Oh, finally to the place? Four -foot snakes, did you see it, I used this thing that year, I almost replaced your Hua Long successfully."