final stage

A bird rides up the wind, and its chirping sound falls on the branch of a high mountain pine.Among the bushes, one can vaguely see a deserted Taoist temple.

A commoner disciple in the Taoist temple took a broom and swept it a few times to remove the dust from the corners.

He breathed a sigh of relief, stopped his movements, and looked at the other disciple with a bit of interest on his face.

"Brother, have you heard that the mountain has not been peaceful recently?"

On the side, a disciple who was cleaning the silver sword glanced up at him, and under the expectant gaze of the junior, hit him with the hilt of the sword.

"Are you doing nothing, and dare to imitate that gossip woman? What does Mrs. Yamashita's peace have to do with us?"

The disciple sweeping the floor rubbed his head in pain, and argued aggrievedly: "The emperor sent people here twice, just to ask the temple master to leave the customs. Something must have happened."

"It's not our business. You, you should sweep the floor first. Otherwise, Senior Brother Zhu will punish you again later. I won't intercede for you when the time comes."

"Oh..." The disciple sweeping the floor thought of that cold face, and his interest in chatting was lost by half.

The Yongsheng Kingdom ruled the world, and it was supposed to sing and dance to promote peace and achieve incomparably brilliant achievements, but unexpectedly, ghosts and evil spirits appeared, and the hearts of the people were in turmoil.

The emperor searched around, and finally found the Zhuyuan Temple, the only branch of the Maoshan sect that was flourishing after the fall of the main sect.

In the courtyard surrounded by green bamboos in Zhuyuanguan, there is a room with a closed door.

In the room, a man was meditating quietly.The moon-white Taoist robe was spread out neatly, and it was extremely docile on him.

Just talking about the man's appearance, under his handsome eyebrows, there are a pair of tightly closed eyes. When you look closely, the black hair is slightly raised with the wind, and the eyebrows are picturesque, and there is a tear mole dotted under the right eye.

At this moment, there was a bit of pain between his brows, his thin lips were pursed slightly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The man forced luck on his dantian, mobilized his whole body's cultivation base on his fingertips, and chanted a mantra, his clean and slender hands trembled slightly, and his fingertips slowly condensed into a talisman seal.

He persisted for a long time, and the phantom of the talisman seal on his fingertips slowly turned into a reality and fell down.

When the talisman touched the ground, the man coughed violently, spitting out dark red blood.

After a long time, he propped himself up to sit up, stabilized his mind, walked outside the courtyard and told a few disciples: "Brother Zhu, please come here." After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for those staring eyes. The disciple left and returned to the house alone.

He clutched his clothes tightly with his already pale fingers, and gently closed the door, holding back the pain.He leaned against the stone wall, relieving the lingering dizziness in his mind.

Outside the house, several disciples just came to their senses.

"Our temple master has left the customs?" A disciple asked in surprise, and the others were also stunned for a moment.

"It looks like it is. Isn't it going to take some time for the master to leave the customs?"

"Oh, don't chat for now, didn't the temple master tell us to go to Senior Brother Zhu?"

As soon as this remark came out, the few of them reacted and immediately went to that Senior Brother Zhu.

I don't know how long it took, a disciple in Zhuyuan Temple dressed in common clothes and with a delicate face slowly entered the courtyard, and asked respectfully to the man, "Monastery Master, have you left the seclusion?"

"People are in misery, how can I hide my leisure?" The man in the room came out.

No one knows that the master of the famous Zhuyuan Taoist Temple is not an old man with white beard, but a young man who is only over nineteen years old.

The man held a yellow cloth bag in his hand, and put some talismans into it. The disciple looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm going down the mountain for a while, and the Taoist temple will be handed over to you during this time." He put the yellow cloth bag on his waist and said softly.

"When I'm not in the temple, you should always urge your brothers to study hard. You must not be greedy for ease and waste the Taoism. There are still some formations that can be taught. In recent days, you will not accept disciples... "He arranged meticulously, and he didn't feel relieved until the disciple nodded in response.

He was about to turn around and leave, but the disciple suddenly asked, "Is it because of the Sheqing Hankui that the temple master left the gate?"

The man stopped in his tracks, turned around and said, "Those monsters have done a lot of harm to people. If we go here this time, if we can't seal the Sheqing Ghost and Hanba, I'm afraid more people will suffer, so..."

"Even if I lose all my virtues, I will definitely get rid of them." His pale face had a firm expression, his clear eyes were so pure that there was no trace of distracting thoughts or vulgarity, and they were so gentle that they seemed to be able to tolerate everything, just like spring. The clear lake water with microwaves under the sun makes people unable to resist immersing in it...

As the night was getting dark, he made up his mind, picked up the yellow cloth bag, and left the Taoist temple in the dark.

The only one who saw him off was the disciple just now, his name was Zhu Yucheng.Yu Cheng looked at the back of the man gradually going away in the night, and clenched his slender hands tightly in his wide sleeves.

After a long time, Yu Cheng walked back to the Taoist temple, muttering to himself...

"Yi Moran, is it worth it..."

At noon the next day, the sun was slightly warm, which relieved a little fatigue.

Yi Moran was still meat after all.With a mortal body, even if he walked quickly for one night, he just left Jianshi City where Zhuyuan Taoist Temple is located.

Yi Moran is currently in the outskirts of the city. According to what Yu Cheng told him before, the Sheqing ghost haunts the imperial capital, and only harms the emperor, concubine and other rich royal households in the palace.However, it is only a matter of time before the green ghost has so much resentment that it will harm the people of the imperial capital.

On the other hand, the drought demons in the north were rumored to be suffering from a drought, but they did not show up. Presumably, they needed generals from the drought-stricken lands. Therefore, under balance, Yi Moran set off for the imperial capital first. However, only these two ghosts were still there. Not enough to destroy Yongsheng.

Along the way, Yi Moran eliminated the ghosts.There were dozens if not hundreds, probably the Sheqing Ghost sensed his aura and sent these shrimp soldiers and crab generals to test him out.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he took a look at the sky and decided to rest for the night in the city called "Thousand Rain City" in front of him.

But as soon as Yi Moran stepped into Qianyu City, he felt a strong yin energy, and he frowned, unavoidably a little shocked.

The Sheqing ghost spread the yin energy to the surrounding cities so quickly. After sensing the yin energy, Yi Moran immediately opened his eyes. Although the whole city was full of yin energy, there was not a single ghost.

"It's strange, Yin Qi has no ghosts, could it be related to the legendary 'Yin Gathering Pond'?"

"Juyin Pond" is a kind of Fengshui, and its biggest feature is its heavy yin.There are good and bad feng shui bureaus in this world. The good ones will benefit future generations, while the bad ones will kill off children and grandchildren.The only thing that can generate strong Yin Qi is the "Yin Ju Chi".

However, if Qianyu City was built on the "Yin Ju Pond", I am afraid that the city would already be lifeless.The people on the street today, although there are signs of blackening of the Yintang, are indeed living people.It seems that this is not a Feng Shui problem, so what is the reason?

Just wondering, this crazy old woman has bad legs and feet, but she still wants to run faster, and she still shouts: "There is something wrong in the well again! Run, run!!"

Her shrill voice resounded through the long street in an instant because of her extreme fear. When the people who had lost their souls on the road heard this, their faces turned pale with fright, and they all rushed out of the city gate.Even the soldiers guarding the city drifted with the tide.