Taoist is a plush control

The Jokhang Year, Yuanhe Three Years.

Nanlu is already halfway, with soft wind and sweet rain.The people in the middle of Sichuan are thick and thick, and the phoenixes dance with the phoenix, which is a kind of peace.

Ai Ye wandered around with a fan, smelling the gentle breeze, blowing the sparkling water on the river surface, and blowing the singing girl from the other side.He was wearing a floral white robe and a hat that covered his face, walking alone among the traffic.

There is no purpose, but the eyes are full of novelty, no matter how it is the first time to step into this mortal world, it is so dizzying.

Thinking that two days ago, he was still lying in a pool of blood, and his bones were broken and painful after being beaten by his own brother.It's true that the demon world can't stay any longer, the nine sons are fighting for the throne, fighting fiercely every day, if they don't keep them together, they will die!I'm going, I can't fight, I can't go!

If I had known that the world was so fun, why would I have to hang around the Kunlun Snow Mountain to get out, and would have to be kicked by my brother to kill half of my life before I would go down the mountain!

Not far away, the storyteller slapped the chopping board a few times, and the people scattered all over immediately rushed over, pushing their shoulders, and shouting: "Let's go, let's go!"

"I heard that the storyteller from Yijuntai speaks very well! Why don't you hurry up and take a seat!"

Ai Ye hurriedly stretched out her hand to support the bamboo hat, her thoughts were interrupted, and she was bumped into the crowd, at a loss and at a loss.

The chopping board hit three more times, and the gentleman cleared his throat, and said, "Last time we talked about General Feng from Yizhou, why don't we listen to some stories about suppressing demons this time?"

"——Good good!!!"

"—Tell me and listen!"

Ai Ye stagnates.

"It is said that there is a Taoist temple on Luo'an Mountain in Gyeonggi, called Qingxu Temple. Everyone must have heard of it. This temple is different from other Taoist temples. It has only been built for more than [-] years, but it has been towned for three years. The thousand evil monsters are here!"

Ai Ye squeezed back and forth with the crowd a few more times, feeling a little annoyed.Hearing this, his eyebrows fell, and he used all his strength to peel off the people, three layers inside and three layers outside. Fortunately, with great strength, he squeezed into the tea shop after a while, and found a seat in an inconspicuous corner.

"Hey, my lord, what do we want?"

Even in the corner, the waiter is still eagle-eyed.Ai Ye looked around, pointed to a table of ordinary people listening to books not far away without thinking, and said:

"Be like them."

The waiter in the shop looked back and saw that the table opposite was carrying a pot of good tea, and immediately shouted loudly with a smile on his face: "Okay, sir! Give this master a pot and bowl of Pu'er, and a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake!"

Ai Ye leaned on the chair, her bamboo hat was pressed down so low that she couldn't even see a strand of hair.Just shaking the folding fan in my hand with nothing to do, can relieve the boredom to some extent, and relieve some of the guilty conscience of being a newcomer to the world.

In the tea shop, there is a lot of shouting and illness, and life is full of turmoil. Although he sits far away, it doesn't affect his voice when listening to the book.

Good hearing is really helpful sometimes.

"Mr. Gu, the founder of Qingxu Temple, is really a living fairy. According to legend, he cultivated great spirit at a young age, and saved countless people in his life. This is how the Qingxu Temple was built!"

The storyteller was spitting all over the place, and everyone in the audience could hear it lively, and the tinkling of copper coins into the copper basin in front of him gave the old man even more energy.

"There is an [-]-story pagoda in Qingxu Temple, called the Demon Suppression Tower. Although there are three thousand monsters in it, there is no trace of monster energy. Those monsters atone for their evil karma every day. Life is better than death. , it is said that from every midnight to the middle of the night, you can hear the miserable screams!"

Ai Ye took a sip of tea, and said secretly, good tea, but this story is enough.Now that it's all suppressed, how can there be ghosts that can scream and pass it on?

Not interesting, still very boring.

Not as fragrant as tea.

"In this Qingxu Temple, Gu Lao Tao Li has thousands of disciples, but there are only four direct disciples. Two of them, the eldest disciple Gu Changqing, and the second disciple, Gu Wangshu who is known as Hanchuan Lingyue!"

The storyteller knocked hard on the table, lowered his voice and pretended to be mysterious:

"Big disciple Gu Changqing is simply an impermanent ghost in the eyes of all the monsters. He is not only good at catching monsters, but also personally interrogating monsters. No matter whether the monster escapes for himself or seduces him with male/female/sex/seduction, there is no way for him to escape. Ruthless and cruel trial, every one of them can't wait to bring out all the sins they committed in their previous life, and beg him to show their respect!"

"Let's talk about the second disciple, Gu Wangshu..."

The man took another sip of tea to moisten his throat, and said with a sinister smile:

"It is said that he is a half-demon."

"--what?"

"——How is it possible? Qingxu Temple is a famous place for subjugating demons. How can it accept people with demonic blood as disciples? It's just nonsense!"

The people below were chattering again.But when Ai Ye heard this, she couldn't help being interested, and stuffed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into her mouth.

A scent of sweet-scented osmanthus comes down from the tip of the tongue, and it melts on the lips before chewing, leaving the fragrance on the lips and teeth.It was the first time for a demon from Kunlun Snow Mountain to eat this kind of food, and his taste buds were so stimulated that his eyes widened a bit!

The storyteller hurriedly knocked on the table again, and shouted loudly: "Everything I say is true! I was lucky enough to meet this person when I went to Qingxu Temple to seek Taoism a few years ago. It was a full moon night, I don't know It happened to be that night, I couldn't fall asleep because I was tossing and turning, so I thought about going out to enjoy the air... Guess what I saw!"

The voices of "What, what the hell is it" kept coming and going, and this storyteller would whet his appetite.

The storyteller began to tighten his voice, speaking slowly.

"Gu Wangshu is not someone who can be seen by everyone in the daytime, and his whereabouts are very hidden. I don't know if I was lucky or unlucky that day..."

The people below also gradually became tense following his voice, and there was no sound at all.

"I saw him standing with his back under the full moon, and there was a circle of monsters around him! And the one with the wooden hairpin was actually white hair!"

"Alas………"

"It's not over yet! I was so shocked that I didn't dare to breathe, but the monster could sense my breath and turned around. Those tricks are blood red and blood red! They must have killed someone just now, devouring blood!" Meat!!"

The people below started chatting rustlingly, doubting the truth and expressing fear...

"Hey, didn't I hear that Gu Wangshu's nickname of Hanchuan Lingyue came from his delicate appearance like powder, but also his martial arts skills, and he was ruthless. What are you talking about a monster? How can you run away once you are a broken scholar and meet your true nature!"

I don't know a sensible person interjected in disappointment, but the storyteller was so angry that his seven orifices were smoking, and it was hard to vent.

The storyteller had an idea, and said in a sharp voice: Don't look at me as an eloquent tongue now, but I was dexterous in my legs and feet a few years ago, so turn around and run away!Seeing that the monster couldn't catch up, I packed my luggage and ran back to Shuzhong all night, I didn't dare to stay for a moment—"

"Boom!!!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the door, the door of the tea shop was split open, dust was everywhere in an instant, the drizzle poured down, the whole room was scared like fish in a pond, and even the storyteller was kicked. fell to the ground!

Ai Ye was also terrified, but she quickly calmed down, raised her eyebrows and covered her bamboo hat with amusement, and stretched her head to see what happened.

Before the billowing smoke and dust dissipated, a sharp arrow pierced the beam directly above the storyteller's head, scaring the superficial gentleman to tremble in place, and almost peed his pants!

In the smog filled room, I saw a Taoist priest wearing a red and gold high-level uniform, stepping on the head of the panic-stricken audience, before two or three steps, he stepped in front of the storyteller, and stepped on the table with one foot, before the old man could see Qing, a mahogany scabbard in his hand was already pressed against his face!

The crowd rushed out, but they didn't expect that a group of aggressive swordsman priests in jade white Taoist robes would surround the door, and they were even more frightened, crowding inside like an arhat.

"Give me peace!"

The headed Taoist priest in red and gold let out a low growl, full of confidence, and circled the air for a long time as if he had cast some spell.The group of headless flies below immediately fell silent!

"You...who are you! In broad daylight...you...courage...dare..." The storyteller stuttered like a sieve in fright.

"Me? Shouldn't you have known me? The story book is wonderful. Isn't the Xiaodao the first disciple of Qingxu Guan, the monster Gu Wangshu and his elder brother Gu Changqing in your cheap mouth! The book is very good. I have been in Yizhou for less than half a month, and the city is full of people talking about my junior brother's great achievements. He was originally an ordinary person, but Yizhou, who is thousands of miles away, has become a famous person. I really have to visit him. Thank you?"

The Taoist priest has sharp eyebrows and eyes, a straight nose, and a big stature. He has the appearance of a foreigner on the frontier.

"This... Gu Zhangqing shouldn't be in the Qingxu Temple, I'm in the middle of Sichuan... You lied, who are you fooling!"

As soon as Ai Ye heard the name, a pair of dark eyes under the bamboo hat suddenly lit up, and he stared at this good show attentively.

"Don't believe me? That's easy. I'll cut off your head right away and send you to ask the King of Hades. Is the person who killed me just now called Gu Changqing?"

The silver ornaments on Gu Changqing's clothes were still ringing, like the bell of an impermanent ghost.With slanted eyebrows, he said solemnly.

"Don't, don't, Daoist, don't, this..."

The Taoist who claimed to be Gu Changqing sneered, and said, "You didn't stutter like this when you were so impassioned and spitting rumors about my junior brother for no reason!"

Gu Changqing turned to face the crowd, and threatened in a low voice: "If my junior brother has half a drop of demon blood in his body, I will be the first to kill him, and it's not your turn to use your mouth to interrogate this group of unrelated people!"

Everyone had been terrified for a long time, and with Gu Changqing's commanding greeting, who would still shout out?

Ai Ye glanced at the person next to him throwing a stack of copper coins on the table, hurriedly told the waiter that there was no need to pick them up, and left in a hurry.

The waiter in the shop is also dedicated, he is as frightened as everyone else, but he still knows how to take money as a thank you.

Ai Ye hurriedly called Xiaoer over, imitating the actions of those people, throwing a broken silver ingot like a cat drawing a tiger, waved his hand, and said something, no need to cut it.

But no matter how you put it, this piece of silver is too big, Xiao Er was a little confused by this posture, and asked in horror: "Master? You..."

Ai Ye thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand, pointed at the broken silver, and unexpectedly produced a silver light out of thin air to split the silver ingot, split it into two, took half of it and waved it in front of Xiao Er.

"Trouble. Is the head office okay this time?"

"..."

How dare the shop waiter dare to respond? Behind him is a mad Taoist who puts his sword against the man's neck, and next to him is another wielder

A strange man who splits silver ingots with his bare hands...

Gu Changqing squinted, seeing the storyteller knelt in front of him and kept chanting, never daring to beg the Taoist Lord to let me go, please, but he felt more and more irritable, and his face full of nonsense became more and more disgusting.

In his life, Gu Changqing, the most annoying people are poor-mouthed people.

Gu Changqing raised his hand to force the sword. Although the sword in his hand was not out of the sheath, the peach wood scabbard carved with patterns and inlaid with jade was enough to scare the storyteller half to death. Bell, suddenly there was a faint but crisp sound!

Like the sound of water dripping on glass, it is so weak that it is difficult for ordinary people to detect it.

Gu Changqing's expression froze, she has a demonic aura!

Although it is extremely ethereal and has nowhere to find, it can be so perfectly hidden in the crowd...

Not to be underestimated!

It's just that no matter how carefully you hide, you can't escape my eyes!

He raised his eyes and glared at the storyteller angrily, and shouted: "You are lucky today, it's just ruined your career. Next time I want to hear you talk about such nonsense and slanderous things in Yizhou City, be careful, I will pull it out." Your tongue!"

After saying that, he kicked over the storyteller's black wooden table, and the ink slips and copper plates on the table fell all over the floor, and the storyteller crawled back a dozen steps.

Gu Wangshu put away the unsheathed saber and hung it back to his waist. With a wave of his sleeve, he jumped out of the crowd, hooked a group of swordsmen behind him to leave together, and his movements were clean and without a trace of muddy water.

The storyteller fell to the ground and straightened the scarf on his head. The one who lost his mind seemed to have lost three layers of soul.It's just that he also has a clear mirror in his heart. If the person who comes is really Gu Changqing who is pure and empty, then he can only suffer by himself and suffer from being dumb.

If it is said that the imperial court stabilizes the people's hearts, and the soldiers protect the country, then this concept of purity and emptiness guards the world.

The two worlds of humans and monsters have always been in turmoil, and it has become more and more serious since a hundred years ago. There are always monsters who constantly hurt people to take their spirits and cultivate their real bodies.In the world, the monks in the rivers and lakes went on and on, fighting against the monsters with all their strength, killing countless monsters, but because of some monsters with higher cultivation bases, they lost the lives of a few monks in exchange for success, but there would always be a result of killing their seven souls and six souls. The event where the demon rehabilitated and returned to the human body.

It is not easy to train a monk, and there are not many people who have the root of wisdom, let alone awakening, training, and then being able to go to the hunting ground.

Until more than [-] years ago, Gu Yuanshan, the old patriarch of Qingxu Temple, was recommended by the gods to obtain an ancient stone mother. With his own powerful cultivation base as a guide, he set up the forbidden technique of suppressing demon towers, suppressing the cultivation base of trapped demons. Nothing, no need to kill demons like killing people for their lives, and demons have to endure hell-like torment in the demon-suppressing tower, never turning over.

Gu Changqing chased him to the street and looked around for a few weeks.The smell is mixed and the noise is endless, and there is no shadow of any monster with the naked eye, but there is no sense of panic, just sinking, half kneeling in the middle of the road.

Seeing this, the white-clothed allies who followed him immediately surrounded him with a circle of guardians. For a while, the street, which was originally full of traffic, was blocked, and there were endless complaints and doubts around him.

This is the main street of Yizhou, it's really not a big deal to just block it like this.

Gu Changqing stroked the ground with his right hand, and held the demon-seeking bell that had just rang in his left hand. He recited a few spells silently in his heart, and saw a golden light flowing from the demon-seeking bell, winding up his arm, and then It flowed out from the right arm and poured into the ground, the color gradually faded until it was too blurry to find.

Song Yuan walked out from the formation, stood behind him, frowned at the pale aura, raised the hilt of his sword upside down, and cupped his hands, respectfully said: "Brother, this demon power is so weak, it looks like a low-level monster." The useless little demon, it is thankless to track it down, or... we just let this one go?"

Gu Changqing stood up and withdrew the spell, his eyes were still on the position where the spiritual power flowed just now, his voice was deep and deep, and he replied with a displeased expression:

"It's a low-level little demon, why do you want to hide in the market place? I'm afraid it has a plan! If you don't catch it now, why, when it advances in cultivation, you will go to more troubles and break a few more roads. Friends to catch?"

After saying that, he took out a cinnabar yellow talisman from his bosom and threw it into the air, the yellow talisman flew towards a direction by itself!

"Why are you standing still, why don't you chase after him!"

After Song Yuan heard this, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.He has been by Gu Changqing's side for more than ten years, and he is still amazed by his stubbornness, which is really admirable.

I also think this person is terrible.

Ever since he was a child, Gu Changqing has always listened to martial arts and practiced martial arts every day, rain or shine, diligent and conscientious, with constant success, and a person with great ambitions.

Unlike the other disciples of the old patriarch, Gu Changqing is a born leader and a gifted saint.

Song Yuan hurriedly said "Yes", raised his sword and chased after him.