There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

Ou Zhiming was so shocked that his soul trembled with the wind.

He remembered the master's appearance clearly, but he had never seen such an indifferent expression at such a young age.

In his eyes, Master and Ruocang are very similar.

With that clear and elegant temperament, as well as the gentle gaze and smile, even though the master and apprentice are not related by blood, they have the same elegance.

Ou Zhiming even felt that Ruocang would be as calm and indifferent as his master in another 20 years.

However, the current master...

Too young, too ruthless.

Eyebrows were frosty, and even his voice was as cold as a sharp blade.

Ou Zhiming couldn't help feeling awed, guessing that it might be because the man who vomited blood was Midas who had done all kinds of bad things.

Midas vomited blood and breathed heavily, he was indeed about to die.

His eyes looked lifeless, and he said weakly: "Jianfei, you kill me."

"You don't want to die, why bother to say such things." Jian Fei's voice was always indifferent, "It's also my fault that I appeared in front of you, making you feel that you have the opportunity to do evil, your life is short, if you do good deeds, you may live longer How many days—"

"If I live a few more days, I will kill those hypocrites—ah!" Midas suddenly covered his mouth in pain, and coughed up blood crazily again.

Suddenly, Ou Zhiming heard a laugh.

Clear and shallow, like the subtle sound of some small animal.

But he clearly thinks that that is laughing!

Before Ou Zhiming could find the source of the laughter, Midas, who was holding on to his strength just now and said that he wanted to kill someone, became extremely painful.

He looked so tortured that he couldn't even stand the indifference.

Ou Zhiming saw his master frowning slightly, as if worried about how to deal with the seriously injured dying man in front of him.

Just as he was thinking, there was a loud cracking sound suddenly, and before Ou Zhiming realized what was going on, the master quickly reached out, grabbed Midas who was paralyzed on the ground, and retreated a few meters.

Looking back, the beams, bricks and tiles of the original building collapsed, completely burying the place where Midas had just sat paralyzed!

Even if Midas deserved to die, Jianfei would not let his life die.

The heavy object kicked up the dust, and as soon as he put Midas to the side of the tree, he heard a clear babbling sound.

There seemed to be a little baby, expressing displeasure at his behaviour.

Jian Fei heard it, and so did Ou Zhiming.

What had been a shallow laugh before had turned into a baby-like chattering of teeth.

Ou Zhiming's ethereal soul was condensed in the babbling voice, and he could even penetrate layers of ruins and feel an extremely attractive aura.

As he walked in cautiously, Ou Zhiming's soul had already arrived at the baby's side one step earlier.

It was a fat boy wrapped in broken yellow cloth, with fair skin and soft hair.

The soul was close to him, he stopped babbling and expressing his opinions, he pursed his lips and moved his wrists as if he had fallen asleep.

When Ou Zhiming saw the child, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

He immediately remembered what his master said about Ruocang being born in the blazing aura of heaven and earth, but he didn't expect that he was already in a place full of aura, and...

Have you ever seen such a small Ruocang? !

Ou Zhiming's eyes lingered on Ruocang's white and tender torso. He fell asleep soundly in the dark and dirty scene of the battle. He didn't know whether it was his soul falling into a dream or time and space. He gave him a chance to see it.

He stared at Ruo Cang's chubby face, thinking, no wonder the three-year-old Ruo Cang was born so cute, no wonder Mr. Lin insisted on wearing a flowery skirt for Ruo Cang.

Just as he was thinking, the baby rolled his eyes, "Hmm."

Hum clearly dissatisfied.

Ou Zhiming:?

Before he figured out whether it was Ruo Cang who heard it or what, the master suddenly stretched out his hand alertly and picked up the child.

Jian Qi walked out of the room with dilapidated walls, and then quickly reached out to Midas who was leaning against the tree, tapped the eight extraordinary meridians, and used Midas' blood to draw complex secret seals on Midas' cheeks and neck. curve!

Midas was stunned.

Ou Zhiming was aware of it.

Almost at the moment when the master stretched out his hand to pick up the child, the surrounding wind direction suddenly changed, and an unpleasant and evil aura swept over it!

He is a floating soul, his five senses are integrated into Feng Shui and luck, and he is extremely sensitive to slight changes.

But he couldn't help the master.

He had no choice but to stand aside, seeing his master struggling to hug little Ruocang, and drawing a talisman on Midas.

After a while of scribbled talismans, the master tore off Midas' coat very ungentlely, and wrapped the baby tenderly.

Then, put Ruo Cang in the arms of Midas!

If Ou Zhiming's soul had eyes, he would turn into an eye knife and stab Midas to death now!

Little Ruocang, whom he hadn't picked up yet, was just sent into the hands of a bad guy by his master? !

Ou Zhiming strongly condemned in his heart.

The master was helpless, and warned with a cold gaze: "I have fixed your soul, if you dare to move evil thoughts, you will sit on the ground and die with bone marrow, watch your child!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away, as if in a catastrophe, he took the scorched stick and drew a magic circle on the ground!

Ou Zhiming was so angry that if he had a hand, he would definitely snatch Ruo Cangcang back!

This must be a guy who is difficult for the master to deal with easily. For the safety of the child, he had to entrust Ruocang to Midas to guard.

The night was cold, and Ruo Cang was a baby with no ability to protect himself.

Master could only make such a choice, but Ou Zhiming was about to die of anger!

It turns out that this is how Midas got the opportunity to hide Ruocang's scales.

But at this time, the master didn't even know that Ruo Cang had scales!

Time was running short, Ou Zhiming didn't even get angry for half a minute.

When Master's magic circle landed halfway, he heard the roar of vehicles, galloping towards them, and a dazzling light illuminated the dark and burning ruins around them.

Ou Zhiming didn't care about being angry, and turned his head to check on Master's situation.

Seeing that the simple formation was not yet finished, the master stood still in the formation, holding a charcoal black wooden stick and calling, "Respond to the Buddha."

The visitor was wearing the orange-yellow monk robe that Ou Zhiming was familiar with.

That appearance is very similar to that of the Seventh Buddha, but that face is extremely thin, and even has a wicked eyebrow.

There is no doubt that the Buddha is an evil Buddha.

"What about long-distance running?" Ying Buddha's voice implied a smirk, "You smashed my altar and ruined the ceremony of becoming a Buddha that I designed. You must compensate me."

The master frowned, and replied: "I'm just taking back the patriarch's seal, and the matter of your reincarnation in the Buddhist hall has nothing to do with me."

"You say it's irrelevant? That's up to you!"

In response to a wave of the Buddha's hand, more than a dozen disciples in monk clothes came with the car, with big arms and round waists, they looked like social thugs, and rushed up directly.

Although Ou Zhiming didn't know the cause and effect, but after listening to this short conversation, he almost understood it.

What is the reincarnation Buddhist hall, what should be the Buddha.

I'm afraid it's the relationship between the sixth Buddha and the master after the seventh Buddha!

Taoism and Buddhism have nothing to do with each other. Even if the master smashed the altar of the other party and smashed the conspiracy of these guys, he can only defend it for a while, but not for a lifetime.

If the leader is changed, there will naturally be such a group of guys with impure purposes gathered together to rebuild their power.

There is no need for Ou Zhiming, a scattered soul, to worry about the master's force.

A few sticks passed by, and the thugs were forced to take three or four steps back, not daring to approach rashly.

"You bastards!" Ying Buddha scolded loudly, with a ferocious expression, "Arrest the person next to him first, and threaten him—"

Before the plan was implemented, Ou Zhiming heard the child's laughter.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, out of tune, faintly like small animal sounds, which proved that the laughter he heard before was not an illusion.

Ruo Cang is smiling.

Wrapped in Midas' cloak, he waved his short, fat hands and laughed happily.

Ou Zhiming looked at Ruocang in surprise, it was just a baby whose eyes had not been opened, but responded with a smile as if he had understood what the Buddha said? !

Just when the laughter sounded, the disciples in monk clothes who tried to act in accordance with the Buddha's request were all repulsed by the time.

But the evil Buddha hadn't come up with any clever tricks yet, suddenly his face turned pale from the pain, and he couldn't hold back the sound of "Boom!", and knelt down!

There was still a scuffle ahead, and the bandits knelt down first.

Not to mention the monk-clothed disciples he brought, even Jian Chen stared solemnly, fearing this kind of new trick.

It's a pity that Ying Buddha couldn't make any tricks. He clutched his aching stomach and shouted, "You... what kind of tricks did you use!"

Holding a stick in his hand, Jian Qi said, "You yourself have committed a lot of evil, why do you blame others for their actions?"

"hey-hey."

Ou Zhiming heard the happy laughter of a baby in agreement.

He stared helplessly at the little Ruocang with his eyes closed in Midas' arms, his pink lips cracked into a smile, obviously this little friend moved his hands and feet.

Ou Zhiming understood.

Why is Master always keeping secrets about the events of that year, but only talked a little bit about it.

Because no one would believe it, such a newborn little one already knows how to punish evil!

Ying Buddha was just in pain at first.

Later, he curled up on the ground, howling and rolling, it was so tragic that even the disciples in monk clothes couldn't care less about arresting people.

Anyway, I can't catch it.

A mighty pursuit of revenge has become a joke for the enemy.

Ou Zhiming saw Ying Buddha's face turning purple and blue from a distance, and it might not be such a simple pain that can be alleviated.

After a while, the sound of a police car sounded.

The Buddha and the others did not dare to stay longer, and ran away with others, leaving only Jianqi and Midas.

There is also a baby and a remnant soul.

"The police are here." Jian Fei threw away the stick, and was finally able to pick up the little baby again.

He condescendingly stared down at Midas who was held by his talisman, and finally couldn't bear to say: "Your soul is fixed in my body, and the days to come may be muddled, half asleep, but... at least you are alive. You can do it yourself."

Just as he was about to leave, Midas struggled and said, "He is what you said, the God who rewards good and evil and punishes evil!"

The master paused when he heard the words, and replied: "There are thousands of gods in the world, and they have already ascended to the upper world and cannot return. The rewards and punishments for good and evil in the world are determined by the law. There is no god, he is just a child."

After finishing speaking, he no longer entangled with Midas, and took the baby away before the lights of the police car came.

Ou Zhiming was confused, and tied to the little Ruo Cang.

As a soul, he cannot see luck and feng shui.

You can only rely on your senses to detect changes in the surrounding atmosphere.

From time to time, there are still some trances like the soul dissipating, unable to gather thoughts.

When Ou Zhiming recovered from his trance, he was already on the green leather train, feeling the slow rumbling and stumbling of the train, and when he focused his gaze, he saw Master sitting on a chair with Ruocang in his arms.

"Where's the child's mother?" The aunt next door with an accent asked enthusiastically.

Jian Yu said indifferently: "This is my brother, our mother died of dystocia."

"Oh, poor thing." The aunt finally found a topic of emotion, and began to lament that it was not easy for you brothers, and what your father was doing.

Ou Zhiming just listened to the nonsense of Master and others talking nonsense.

Suddenly, I felt that the senior brother was worthy of being the chief disciple of the master.

The ability to talk nonsense, I have learned ten to ten.

Ou Zhiming tried his best to figure out the age difference between Ruo Cang and his master.

At this time, the master was in his early twenties, but he looked young, said to be ten or eighty-nine, and it was not against the law to bring a newborn little brother.

Maybe the neighbors are ordinary people.

The master's response became much gentler, he made up lies all over the sky, and even deceived the aunt's sympathy, helping him to warm up a bottle of milk for Xiao Ruocang.

The aunt patiently told me what temperature the milk powder should be and how much to feed at a time.

Jian Qi studied hard, took it and fed it to Ruo Cang.

Ou Zhiming couldn't help crying and laughing as he watched the little bully with his eyes closed sucking milk like an ordinary baby, devouring it like a wolf.

It's completely different from the previous hehehehe, punishing the villains.

"No more." Master gently pulled out the pacifier for him.

"Hey." Ruocang actually knew how to respond, and smacked his lips.

Ou Zhiming couldn't help but laugh.

I don't know if they can really communicate, or if Xiao Ruocang is unilaterally different from ordinary children.

Suddenly, someone shouted: "Thief!"

In the crowded seats of the green leather train, the crowd was noisy and moving.

Before Ou Zhiming could see the situation clearly, he heard Ruocang laughing in his ear.

Babbling, very happy.

Someone screamed, "My hand! My hand!"

Someone catches a thief, "My wallet!"

The car became chaotic, yelling to call the police, and chattering.

"The thief hadn't even taken two steps before throwing out the stolen wallet."

"He kept covering his hands, maybe some nails on the stolen wallet scratched his hands."

"It deserves it! Who told him to steal it!"

Everyone around was applauding because the thief was caught on the spot.

However, the master frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to grab Ruo Cang's closed fingers, and said solemnly: "Don't do this next time."

Ou Zhiming looked at Master in surprise.

In the eyes of outsiders, Master's words are like teaching children not to eat their hands.

But Ou Zhiming felt that it was the master who was telling Ruo Cang——

You can't punish the bad guys casually in broad daylight like this!

After hearing this, Xiao Ruocang was not happy.

He smacked his lips and yawned to show his dissatisfaction.

Punish the thief, very happy.

It was supposed to be a good thing, but after receiving a reminder from Master, Ou Zhiming felt that it was not ordinary.

He knew Ruocang's temper well.

Ruocang is by no means a child who takes pleasure in punishing evil, but a righteous Taoist priest with a heart of compassion.

If he sees people stealing or doing evil things, Ruocang would rather the evildoers change their ways and return to righteousness.

Never take pleasure in punishing evil.

This immature baby's willingness to punish evil made Ou Zhiming respect his master in awe.

Sure enough, only a strict master can teach the simple and cute Ruo Cangcang that he likes.

As a ray of ghost, Ou Zhiming actually felt excited.

It is a rare life experience to see such a little friend grow into a beautiful and refined Ruocang.

I'm afraid this is really just Master's memory.

Only then did he watch the scene so safely and appropriately.

With the knowledge of peeping into Master's memory, Ou Zhiming became much calmer.

He couldn't do anything, and he couldn't change anything.

Then take a good look at how your own family, Ruocang, grows from a bully who punishes evil for pleasure to a sensible and sensible leader.

Ou Zhiming chuckled, copying books, reciting books and boards must be indispensable!

Thinking of this, he looked at Ruo Cang with a fatherly kindness.

The little baby sleeps in the soft quilt.

As if feeling the benevolent gaze, he rolled his eyes.

It's a pity that for two or three days in a row, Ou Zhiming followed his master into the familiar mountain road in Anning Town, and he couldn't look into the eyes of his children, whether they were clear and bright baby blue.

Little Ruocang fell asleep in the embrace of the master.

Ou Zhiming was finally able to embark on the road to the Taoist temple with his soul.

These unfamiliar trees and bushes, even along the clear stream, Ou Zhiming couldn't find any familiar shadows.

There is no forest that he and Ruo Cang quietly walked through late at night.

There was no dilapidated earth temple he had ever seen.

The mountain road more than 20 years ago is completely different from the mountain road he and Ruocang revisited.

When the blue-tiled wall on the mountainside appeared, Ou Zhiming suddenly realized: Is it there?

Although there is a concept in the name of Tai'an Temple.

The surrounding stone walls are no different from the farmyards, except for a corner of cornices exposed far away that made Ou Zhiming stunned.

Going further in, I finally saw a spacious and magnificent Taoist temple, located behind a flat and spacious stone brick square.

Master hugged Ruocang, just entered the stone brick square, when a thin middle-aged man in a T-shirt came to meet him, he respectfully saluted, and said, "Master, why do you have a child?"

Ou Zhiming knew it was Mr. Du as soon as he heard it.

Even though he didn't have a long beard or beard, there was a familiar gentleness in his eyebrows, and his voice was still peaceful and kind.

The master gave a rare smile and said: "This is the child I picked up at the foot of the mountain. From now on, he will be my apprentice, Ruo Yao's junior, and your uncle."

Mr. Du, who is about forty years old, failed to be upgraded to become a master uncle and master, but instead gained a junior uncle.

He smiled dumbly, and leaned over to look at little Ruocang, without any extra struggle, he greeted the child.

"Then... my nephew has a reason, I have met my uncle."

People who practice Taoism are easy-going, and Ou Zhiming can feel the indifference of Mr. Du's enlightenment from his calm and calm emotions.

For some reason, Ou Zhiming felt that his five senses were much sharper when he entered Tai'an Temple with his master.

He had only sensed the wind before.

After a long time, you can still feel the smell.

Especially in the main hall where incense candles were lit on the desk in the room, where the statue of Lord Du'er Xing and the tablet of the ancestors of Shimen were enshrined, as soon as Ou Zhiming entered, he could smell the faint fragrance.

In the evening, when the senior brother came back from the mountain, before he had dinner, the master had a new child, and he had a new junior brother.

The young Ruoyao was about seventeen or eighteen, but he looked no more than fifteen or sixteen.

He frowned and reached out to grab Ruocang's cheek, his voice was still in the stage of changing, and he said hoarsely: "Master, this child can't be you and someone else..."

With a gentle glance, Ruoyao shut up by himself.

Then, Ruoyao, who was still a child himself, shouldered the burden of his senior brother, hugged the child, and followed his master to kneel in front of the incense table futon.

The master, along with his disciples and grandchildren, respectfully offered incense to the Xingjun ancestors.

"The disciple was ordered to go down the mountain, and he has eliminated the remaining evils that the master said, but the seal of the patriarch was damaged, and the spiritual energy was gone, so there is nothing to be ashamed of."

With a clear voice, he inserted three sticks of incense into the censer, bowed, and said: "This trip, my disciple, was destined to find a baby. This child was born in a place with blazing spiritual energy, and is connected with the luck of the Anning Mountains. Today, I accept it as Tai'an 23 generations of disciples under the sect, I hope the patriarch will agree."

After finishing speaking, Ou Zhiming saw the master kneeling upright in front of the incense table, with his hands behind his back, and pinched his fingers slightly.

The room was silent, Mr. Du lowered his eyes, and Ruo Yao stared at the master's hand.

For a moment, the master raised his hand above his head, and then bowed to Xingjun and the tablet.

He stood up and said aloud: "The five elements are facing the water, the mind is clear, and the single name is Cang."

"Ruo Cang?" The senior brother stretched out his hand to poke the cheek of the little baby who had kept his eyes closed.

"Ah." Ruo Cang gave a childish voice, and tilted his head to avoid his senior's troublesome fingers.

With such a simple ceremony, Ruo Cang became a disciple of the Tai'an School.

Before they could walk out of the main hall and pack up their meals, Mr. Du poked his head to look, and suddenly he was overjoyed, and said with a smile, "Uncle Master has opened his eyes!"

Ruo Cang opened his eyes slightly, and finally opened them in the soft evening light of the main hall.

Those round eyes, with the faint blue of a newborn, are like the clear sea water under the sun, they turned around, frowned their short brows, and turned their heads away from the senior brother.

Three big men plus a ray of soul, all amused by a little baby who is a few days old.

But Ruocang didn't look at anyone, he turned his head when he opened his eyes, looked around, looked at the main hall of the Taoist temple, and then stared blankly at——

Ou Zhiming.

Ruo Cang fixed his gaze on one spot, and his master, senior brother, and Mr. Du also followed to see what attracted the child who had just opened his eyes.

In an instant, Ou Zhiming's direction was focused under the eyes of everyone!

Even if he doesn't have a body, he still feels suffocated.

As if this is not a long memory, but the reality that is happening!

But how can this be reality?

Ou Zhiming was greeted by four pairs of eyes, unable to move.

The culprit, Ruo Cang, smiled heartlessly, blinked his eyes several times in a row, and stared stubbornly at Ou Zhiming.

Mr. Du couldn't figure it out, "Uncle Master, what did you see? So happy?"

"Who knows." Ruo Yao's voice was hoarse, "It is said that children have clean eyes, and mountains are destined for him, and it is possible to see anything."

They are all Taoists, and they are not surprised by Ruo Cang's state.

The master took Ruo Cang, followed Ruo Cang's line of sight, pierced Ou Zhiming's soul, and overlooked the square, with golden light at dusk and gorgeous clouds.

He walked out with the child in his arms, and said, "Xu Shi Ruocang thinks the scenery outside is nice, so he wants to go out and have a look."

Whatever the master says, that is what it is.

Mr. Du and Ruoyao followed and started preparing dinner.

The master took Ruocang along the stone brick square, walked through the Tai'an Temple, and gave him a change of scenery.

But only Ou Zhiming knew that no matter what scenery Master took Ruo Cang to see, this little guy kept staring at him without turning his eyes!