my God

Song Yan saw that the Daoist was not polite, so he replied indifferently: "Okay, I will tell my master, Brother Yu, please go!"

Seeing that Song Yan's attitude had become cold, Daoist Yu stared at him, then turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Song Yan was not in the mood to practice kung fu anymore, and was thinking about it while packing up a few weapons.

The Luotian Dajiao is not an ordinary religious event. If it is to be held, it must be reported to the Taoist Association at least one year in advance. It is difficult to support such a big scene.

In the past, the Luotian Dajiao was held in famous avenues, such as Wudang and Longhushan. The number of believers and tourists from home and abroad is tens of thousands.

There are not many famous Taoist temples in the north, and none have held the Luotian Dajiao. The move of Fuxing Temple this time can be said to be eye-catching.

But how can you come to ask for help when there are only ten days left before the event?And there is no invitation, just a message?

No matter how you think it is wrong, this is too contemptuous!A look of "I ask you to help is because I think highly of you"!

The more Song Yan thought about it, the more angry he was, he squeezed a length of chain whip in his hand and it crackled.

When Yang Daochang came back in the afternoon, he saw Song Yan dancing a long knife up and down in the yard, whistling, and the knife was obviously full of anger that had nowhere to vent.

"Song Yan," Daoist Yang hurriedly shouted at him, "the mind is not clear enough!"

"Master!" Song Yan stopped and yelled at Master aggrievedly.

"What's wrong?" Daoist Yang stepped forward and asked.

"In the morning, a man surnamed Yu came to Fuxing Temple and left you a message, saying that they are going to hold the Luotian Dajiao on the eighth day of August, so you must rush to help before the fifth day of August." Song Yan said angrily.

"Oh, I understand as a teacher." Daoist Yang nodded.

Seeing that Daoist Yang didn't care, Song Yan immediately asked: "Master, aren't you surprised at all?"

"What's strange?"

"It's July 28th today, and there are still ten days before the Fa conference. They just delivered the letter today! And it's a message, not even an invitation! They also said that they must arrive before the fifth day of the lunar new year, otherwise don't go... ...What kind of attitude do they have? Are they too contemptuous of people?" Song Yanyue became more excited when he said that, seeing that Master's face was still as usual, he was not sure what Master was thinking, so he added in a low voice, "If we want to see Luo Tianda Jiao, you can buy tickets, why should you help them? You don’t owe them..."

Yang Daochang patted Song Yan's shoulder lightly, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't be angry, I went out this morning because of this."

It turned out that Daoist Yang was found by Daoist Ji of Yaowang Temple in the morning. Daoist Ji received an invitation letter from Fuxing Temple and asked him to send at least two people to help.

Daoist Ji was invited to participate in the Luotian Dajiao in Wudang and Longhu Mountain before, and one of them was as a high-level meritorious service, but this time, when the Fuxing Temple raised the matter at the beginning of the year, it did not send an invitation letter to Daoist Ji , Ji Daochang thought that Fuxingguan had gathered enough manpower, and he was too old to bother.

Unexpectedly, the opening was about to begin, and the invitation letter came late, so Daoist Ji was a little hesitant to go.

He felt that the Fuxing Temple was not thoughtful, so he didn't want to go, but the disciples were very excited when they heard that they had the opportunity to participate in the Luotian Dajiao, and they all looked at Master eagerly.

Daoist Ji went to Daoist Yang to discuss, and asked Daoist Yang to help him do the divination.

Daoist Yang's calculation result is not good, but it is difficult to figure out exactly how bad it is.Probably because the object of divination is a dojo with high qualifications, so the hexagram will be covered up a little.

Daoist Ji told his disciples that the trip was not optimistic, but the disciples still wanted to go.

As Ji Daochang grew older, he felt more and more that fate was hard to break, and that cultivating Taoism was fighting against fate, and what should come would come sooner or later.Therefore, he asked the disciples who wanted to go to draw lots, and if they got the lottery, they could go, but the result was good or bad.

"Master, what about our temple? Do you want to go?" Song Yan asked immediately after listening to Master's lecture.

"Go." Daoist Yang replied decisively.

"Didn't it mean that the hexagram is not good? I also feel that Fuxing Temple seems to be making trouble..." Song Yan couldn't help muttering.

Daoist Yang stood with his hands behind his back, looked into the distance, and said: "Song Yan, sometimes we have to go even though we know the result is not good. Aren't we cultivators just a group of people who are fighting for their lives? The so-called experience is to find opportunities in various experiences. I need an opportunity to be a teacher, and you need it too." He looked away and looked at Song Yan, "So, both of us will go."

"Yes, Master!"

Since the master said so, Song Yan would naturally not back down.There are only two of them Taoist priests in the mountain temple. If the Fuxing temple needs a group of two, then their master and apprentice just happened to be in battle.

***

Daoist Yang and Daoist Ji discussed together the next day, and decided to leave by train in the afternoon of the fourth day of August and arrive just in the morning of the fifth day of August.

While there are still a few days left, everyone needs to prepare.

Daoist Yang explained the things in the temple to a few laymen, and then went to book the train ticket and bought some things that he needed to prepare for a long trip.

Song Yan concentrated on practicing in the temple.

Regarding this trip, he also secretly made a calculation, which was even worse than his master's calculation: the tiger fell into a pit, it was easy to move forward, it was difficult to retreat... It was clear that it was not suitable to travel.

But the master said it was gone, and he couldn't back down, so he could only practice harder before he set off.

When Song Yan was cooking in the evening, seeing that there was only rice, he cracked two eggs and made two bowls of fried rice with eggs.

He brought one of the bowls to the main hall, and after adding new incense sticks to the incense burner, he kowtowed to the god statue, then looked up at the god statue and said seriously: "Master and I will go out in a few days. You take good care of yourself, what you want to eat, I will buy it for you when I come back!"

After speaking, he got up and left the main hall, and went to the backyard for dinner.

A crow popped out from behind the statue. It glanced at the closed temple door and couldn't help muttering: "Shouldn't you pray for my blessing?"

Song Yan used the mulberry leaves to calculate the hexagrams on the pine table, and the crow could see the hexagrams clearly; and it also heard the conversation between him and Daoist Yang in the yard before.

Since this trip may go wrong, why not pray for the blessing of the gods?

"Do you think I can't protect him?" Crow rolled his eyes angrily, and then began to eat the bowl of egg fried rice with disgust on his face.

***

On the second day of August, there are still two days before the trip.

Song Yan didn't continue to learn new things. Time was so tight that it was hard to keep a good grasp of it, so he reviewed what he had learned over and over again, and what he reviewed were body skills, spells, spells and the like.

Although he has never participated in the Luotian Dajiao, he also knows how important this method of offering sacrifices to [-] gods at a time is. With their low-minded character, they will definitely not ask Master to do high-level exercises , not to mention myself and these juniors from Yaowang Temple?Eighty percent of them are doing peripheral or logistical work, such as odd jobs or security.

After practicing for a day, Song Yan went to take a bath with sweat all over his body, and then made himself dinner.

Because he was going to travel, Daoist Yang specially bought some meat at noon and made a fried pork with green peppers for everyone. There was still half a plate left, so Song Yan simply made fried rice with shredded pork and green peppers.

He didn't care whether the crow would dislike it, anyway, he would serve it whatever he ate.

After putting the rice on the altar, offering incense and kowtowing, he turned around to leave, but he bumped into a man in black at the door and almost ran into him.

As soon as he looked up to look at the person, he saw the person suddenly reached out and pointed to his forehead.He closed his eyes and saw clearly that the person who came was a god, and then lost consciousness.

Looking at Song Yan who fell on the ground, Shenjun looked complicated.

After a long time, he sighed and helped Song Yan up.

……

When Song Yan woke up in a daze, he found himself lying on two futons.He hurriedly sat up and turned around to look, only to see that the incense stick he had just inserted on the altar had only burned a little bit, which meant that he hadn't been unconscious for too long.And he obviously passed out at the door, so lying here must be done by the mountain god.

He remembered that the reason why he was unconscious was because Shenjun poked his forehead with his finger, and quickly reached out to touch it, but found that there was no abnormality on the forehead.

As a result, as soon as he pursed his lips, he found that there was a bloody smell in his mouth!

He hurriedly licked his lips, moved his tongue again, and pressed his cheek, and found that there was no wound in his mouth.

Strange, how did this bloody smell come from?

"What did you do to me?" Song Yan immediately looked towards the statue, lowering his voice on purpose for fear of being heard by the master.

"Why does my mouth taste like blood?" Song Yan got up and walked to the altar to continue asking.

The idol is a quiet and handsome man, how could he answer?

After asking for a long time, seeing that no crow came out to answer the question, Song Yan had no choice but to give up and left the main hall.

There is nothing uncomfortable about him, and Shenjun is not a person who sneaks up and plots, so he believes that Shenjun will not harm him.

The next morning, when Song Yan got up to meditate in the morning, he didn't know what the god had done to him.

When he was running the first week, he felt a little hot in his chest. On the second week, his chest suddenly became bright, and it turned out that the crimson palace was opened!

While he was ecstatic, he hurriedly restrained his thoughts, and after sinking his dantian, he continued to adjust his breath with luck.He wants to break through the crimson palace in one fell swoop and form a pill!

When Daoist Yang came to look for Song Yan in the front yard, he saw his apprentice sitting on the wooden platform from a distance, surrounded by a thin layer of gas, and he was about to form a pill!

Daoist Yang hurried over quietly, sat next to his apprentice, and began to protect him, for fear that any sudden situation would interrupt his cultivation.

The sun is fully up and warm rays of light flood the entire yard.

Song Yanduan sat on the wooden platform under the tree, his eyes were slightly closed, his face was serene, and he was completely immersed in the realm of mystery and mystery.

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——God·Awkward·Jun

(I haven't saved the manuscript, so I will send it after the code is finished, and then modify it)