The law of true fragrance that cannot be escaped

On a slightly desolate hilltop of Qianren Mountain, there is only a dilapidated Taoist temple.

Now there is only one Taoist priest in this dilapidated Taoist temple, but he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a round head and round face, kneeling in the hall, weeping at the dark coffin in front of him.

"Master woo woo woo, why did you just... woo woo just leave like this, I can't bear you..."

The little Taoist sobbed sadly and wiped away his tears, but when his sleeves with some leaks were just put down, there were some white glows from the dark coffin in front of him.

The little Taoist priest was frightened immediately, hiccupping and shrinking back again and again, a little hope rose in his heart at the same time as he was terrified and frightened.

Not long after, the white light disappeared and retracted into the coffin. Immediately afterwards, a knocking sound was heard from inside the coffin, and the coffin lid was slowly opened from the inside...

A clear voice came, "Who locked me in the little black room?"

Hearing the familiar voice again, the little Taoist burst into tears, ignoring fear, and rushed towards the figure sitting up inside the coffin, "Wow, Master, it's great that you're not dead, woo woo woo."

Ronghua: "..."

The consciousness returned to the body, and before the memory could be checked, Ronghua first patted the head of the little Taoist in his arms comfortingly, "Good boy, don't cry, Master is not dead."

The round-faced little Taoist raised his head and looked at Ronghua carefully. He was puzzled at first, then suddenly realized and smiled through tears, "Master, have you successfully cultivated the Tao? Your face is much younger."

Ronghua thumped in his heart, "How old was I?"

The little Taoist asked and answered, "Master was originally 30 years old."

Ronghua breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's not too old."

Little Taoist: "...?"

Ronghua pulled the little Taoist up and asked him while looking around, "What's your name? Is this my Taoist temple?"

The little Taoist was a little worried, "Master, what's the matter with you? My name is Rong Maomao, and this is Master's Taoist temple."

Rong Hua was overjoyed, he has made progress, and he already owns a Taoist temple, which is gratifying to congratulate.

As for the memory... I haven't checked it yet.

The memory of 30 years of life is huge and emotionally chaotic, but it needs to be dealt with properly when it is taken back, which takes a long time.

In the last world, when he came here, there was no one around, and he didn't have the trouble of being disturbed when he digested his memory, but now he woke up from the coffin first, if he closed his eyes immediately to digest his memory, he might scare the little Taoist priest in front of him again.

Simply... let's pretend to have amnesia.

So, Ronghua held his forehead, and said with a slightly uncomfortable expression, "Disciple, Master should have succeeded in cultivating the Tao, but his memory is temporarily disordered. You should talk to Master about the situation first."

The little Taoist priest was exceptionally innocent, and nodded obediently, "Okay, Master."

"What is the name of this Taoist temple? Where is the location? Why was the master placed in the coffin by the disciple?"

Rong Maomao: "It's called Youzuo Temple."

Ronghua: "What? What is it called?"

"There is a view."

……Good name.

Ronghua remained silent for a while, "This Taoist temple is not on the mountain, is it?"

"Yes, Master, this is Qianren Mountain, a famous scenic spot in City B, and our Taoist temple is on one of the mountains."

Ronghua asked pleasantly, "If it's a scenic spot, there must be people coming and going in this Taoist temple in the past, right?"

Rong Maomao shook his head, "No, Master, the Qianren Mountain Scenic Area is on another mountain, and no one comes here...and there is only our Taoist temple."

Ronghua: "..."

Even if you have a Taoist temple, it's still desolate and uninhabited...

"Cough... no wonder it looks a bit worn out."

"That's right." Rong Maomao had a round face bitterly, "It's almost impossible to get rid of the pot in Guanli." He rubbed his stomach aggrievedly, and didn't even eat breakfast.

Ronghua: "..."

Not only desolate and dilapidated, but also poor enough to afford food? !

"Then why is Master in the coffin?" Rong Hua asked, pointing to the dark coffin beside him.

It's never too hungry to enter...cough.

"The master sat down a few days ago, and said that the apprentice should not disturb, but at night, when the disciple entered the room to see you, he found that the master was not breathing..." Rong Maomao wiped his eyes again as he said.

"You have ordered before that this time you feel the Dao, you need to sit still for a few days, no matter what happens, don't take you away from the Taoist temple, but I waited for almost half a month, and you didn't wake up. Changes, but there is no pulse, breath or heartbeat, and I thought you had returned to the heavens."

The fragile little Taoist cried out again when he remembered, and threw himself into Ronghua's arms.

Ronghua hugged him and patted Yuanyuan's head comfortingly. This little Taoist priest is simple and well-behaved, single-minded, down-to-earth, kind and obedient. Although his aptitude is ordinary, it is a rare and precious quality for Daoist.

"Don't cry, Master is fine, don't you think you will be back after this?"

"Hmm." Rong Maomao held back tears, raised his head and smiled at Ronghua, there were actually two sweet dimples.

Very cute appearance.

After coaxing the little apprentice, Rong Hua received the memories in the hall alone.

He was an abandoned orphan in this world. He was picked up by an old temple owner and brought back for adoption. When he was a teenager, after the old temple owner passed away, he happened to go out to pick up a baby and brought him back for adoption. , named Rong Maomao.

Rong Hua: "Hmm... Fluffy."

His naming level... is slightly lower.

"Maomao, come here to pay homage to Patriarch Sanqing."

"Yes, Master."

Standing behind Ronghua, Rong Maomao followed Ronghua to pay homage to the statue of the patriarch three times, muttering, "Ronghua hopes that the patriarch will protect..."

"Master, what is your blessing?" Rong Maomao didn't hear what he said clearly, and saw Ronghua insert three sticks of incense into the incense burner.

Ronghua was serious, "Bless the master and disciples to have meat to eat in the future."

However, as soon as the words fell, seeing the three sticks of lit smoke begin to flow down, Rong Hua's heart skipped a beat, isn't it... the Patriarch Sanqing is here, and the disciples and grandchildren just want to have meat to eat, isn't that all right? !

Otherwise... it's okay to have food.

Rong Maomao turned pale with shock, "Master! Don't the ancestors even give us meat?!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the downward-flowing smoke trembling, as if being choked, it immediately went up vertically, but before it went up much, it turned and went down again, and then went up tremblingly... so Going back and forth, vividly interpreting what is called Jiuqu Lianyan.

Ronghua: "..."

Puzzled, he raised his head to meet Sanqing, but saw the very solemn face of the Taiqing Daodetian Zun in the middle, Ronghua's heart moved, and he hurriedly pinched his fingers to calculate.

"It's not good, it's not good." Rong Hua said with a serious expression.

Rong Maomao was pitiful, and said dejectedly, "I really don't give meat to eat."

Rong Hua waved his hand, "How could this be, the Patriarchs are not that kind of gods."

After the voice fell, the smoke that had been playing nine songs just now immediately returned to normal.

Rong Maomao pointed energetically, "Master, the smoke is back to normal! We have meat to eat!"

"..."

"I don't care if there is meat or not, but something big is going to happen." Ronghua walked towards the door with his hands behind his back, with a serious face, "Teacher, how can you prevent tourists from going to the opposite mountain? Scenic area?"

Rong Maomao was puzzled, "Master, are you going to solicit customers?"

Ronghua: "Ahem... this, no, but if tourists must go up the mountain... it's best to come to us."

Rong Maomao scratched his hair, and said naively, "But it's the off-season for tourism, and there shouldn't be many tourists even in the scenic area. Master, if you want to attract..."

"I do not want!"

"……Oh."

Ronghua breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the blue sky, and remained silent for a long time.

"Master, what are you looking at?" Rong Maomao stood obediently for a while and asked curiously.

"I'm watching...the storm is coming."

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Qianren Mountain is a famous mountain from ancient times to the present. I don't know how many winds and rains it has endured until now. The mountain is full of water and sky, and there are many strange and magnificent landscapes. It is a natural and beautiful ecology. It is a famous tourist attraction in City B.

Although it is the off-season for tourism, some tourists come here.

Among them, two men and one woman are walking up with their bags on their backs. They have already traveled halfway, but their goal is to reach the top.

Wooden bridges and plank roads were built in the mountains, on top of the jagged boulders, and the rushing river flows down between the stones, which is dangerous and exciting.

Jian Bao frowned and raised his head, looked at the slightly gloomy sky, and said to the boyfriend behind him, "Ziqi, why don't we go down, I read the forecast that there will be rain..."

Lin Ziqi smiled and pulled him over, "The forecast is not accurate. Look, it hasn't rained yet. Besides, didn't you always want to see the cloudscape of Qianren Mountain? You have come here now, why don't you give up?" Isn't it a pity?"

"Yes, brother." The woman behind said softly, "It won't rain, let's go faster and get to the top, and then we can take the cable car down."

Seeing that both of them were persuading, Jian Bao had no choice but to agree.

He turned around and continued walking, but he didn't see a man and a woman behind him inadvertently looking at each other several times.

Although the sky was a bit gloomy, it was indeed soft and breezy. However, just after half a cup of tea, the unpredictable weather suddenly darkened, and the day was like night, with muffled thunder.

The sky and the earth seem to be fused together, with no end in sight, thick clouds all over, strong winds approaching, lightning and thunder intertwined, shuttling through the dark clouds.

The next moment, the thunder suddenly increased, and the rumbling sound was endless, which made people tremble. In another moment, the torrential rain poured down.

The three of Jian Bao temporarily hid under a tree. His ankle was swollen and he couldn't stand up. He looked at his lover and sister apologetically, thinking that he had dragged them down.

In this situation, if the torrential rain keeps falling, and they can't leave quickly...then the water level will rise, and they will be in danger...

There was another huge muffled thunder.

The woman under the tree shivered, looked at the man sitting on the ground, with a sharp look in her eyes, she said in a trembling voice, "It's dangerous to hide from the rain under the tree, if we don't leave, we will all die. "

The woman's body trembled uncontrollably, her face was washed white by the torrential rain, but her eyes were on the man standing beside her.

Seeing the meaning, Lin Ziqi's eyes flashed, and he looked at Jian Bao again with a much more ruthless face.

The sight was already blurred in the rainstorm, but when Jian Bao heard his sister's trembling voice, he felt even more remorseful, and wanted to stand up reluctantly, but the next moment, the voice sounded again...

"Jian Bao, you can stay here." The woman's voice was cold and ruthless, no longer weak, "Leaving will also drag us down. The Jian family doesn't need you, and Ziqi doesn't need you."

Jian Bao's face was pale, and he supported the trunk in a daze, "You...what did you say?"

The woman sneered and stopped answering, and the man beside her leaned over, grabbed Jian Bao, and slammed his head against a nearby tree...

Jian Bao instantly fell into a semi-comatose state.

Only vaguely heard Lin Ziqi's indifferent voice, "Jianbao... don't blame me." After speaking, he didn't even look at the boyfriend who was deliberately murdered by him, and took the woman's hand and left quickly.

Jane Bao|Blood on her head|dripping, there is nothing I don't understand at this moment...

The boyfriend cheated on his younger sister, but the younger sister he thought was weak and kind was actually a wolf in sheep's clothing... He let out a vague and painful roar from his throat, but he couldn't resist the sight of him wanting to faint.

The author has something to say: [Tongtian: Oh no, I was misunderstood and don't give meat to eat, hurry up and smoke up.

Yuan Shi: It's important to get down to business. Smoke down.

Tongtian: There can be another warning notice, and the smoke will go up first.

Yuan Shi: It's important to get down to business. Smoke down.

Tong Tian: How pitiful are the disciples and grandchildren, there is no meat to eat, and the smoke is rising.

Yuan Shi: It's important to get down to business. Smoke down.

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Lao Tzu smiled: Hehehehehehe. 】

Ronghua: Fried buns!

The woman is Jianbao's half-sister, guess what her name is?It should be easy to guess dahaha.