Taoist Master, Stop Fighting. The Heavenly Path Is Almost Destroyed

Qingli, the eighth year, autumn.

Fengyun County, Zhenbao Street.

The street was bustling with people, and there were a lot of noise and cars.

At this time, a group of people on Zhenbao Street surrounded a stall and marveled at it. After a few jokes, they turned around and left.

On the side of the street, a young Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged. He was tall, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. His strong chest muscles lifted his Taoist robe high.

Next to him, there was an iron cage and a wooden board.

In the cage, a rooster was pecking at millet in a celadon bowl.

On the wooden sign next to it, eleven big characters were written in brush calligraphy: Selling Overlord Chicken, one hundred taels, no bargaining.

At this time, someone in the crowd started to make a noise: "Master, why don't you show this Overlord Chicken a bit?"

Yi Chen didn't say anything to these people who were interested, but took out another wooden sign from under his buttocks, with eight big characters on it: "Only sell to those who are destined, come if you are willing."

People came and went, many people watched, but no one bought.

At this moment, Wang Yuanwai, the owner of an antique shop who was watching the excitement in the crowd, narrowed his eyes and was attracted by the small celadon bowl that the rooster was pecking at rice. He stepped out of the crowd and said, "Master, this Overlord Chicken is really magical. I'll buy it."

After the payment and delivery, Yi Chen handed the four-pound rooster to the fat man, smiled and bowed his head and said, "May you be blessed with infinite blessings. With this Overlord Chicken, your family will have no worries."

"Haha, I'm sorry for your good words, Master. How about giving me this celadon bowl as well?"

"I keep this Overlord Chicken as a pet."

"I'm afraid that this Overlord Chicken I bought will not be used to pecking rice in a bowl!" After Wang Yuanwai finished speaking, he wanted to reach out for the small celadon bowl, but he was one step behind the young Taoist and was taken into his arms by him first.

"You are joking, how is this possible!"

"I only sell King Chickens, not bowls."

"I have sold so many King Chickens in the surrounding area with this antique celadon bowl. You may not know that this King Chicken is destined to be with you today."

"By the way, you can steam or stir-fry this King Chicken. It is a great tonic for your vitality."

"No thanks."

"Please stay, I am leaving now."

After saying that, Yi Chen slowly stood up, bowed to the crowd, took out the two blue bricks that he had used as pads before, stacked them up, and smashed them into pieces with one punch.

Then he carried the iron cage and the small celadon bowl, and disappeared at the end of the street in a few jumps.

Only the stunned crowd woke up after a long while and laughed.

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Half an hour later, Yi Chen, who bought a few sets of good medicine and half a ginseng with a hundred taels, left the gate of Fengyun County.

He was not originally from this world. Ten years ago, he traveled to the body of an eight-year-old child, an orphan. It was winter, and the snow was flying. He almost froze to death.

Just when he felt that he was about to see his own grandmother, it was Bai Yunzi, the master of Yinlong Temple, who saved him and accepted him as his disciple.

Ten years later, his master Bai Yunzi accidentally entered his body when he went down the mountain to kill a fierce ghost for the villagers. Now he is bedridden.

He had no choice but to come out to get some money to buy medicine.

There was no way, because his master was a good man. The savings in the temple were basically spent by the master's usual porridge and medicine. If he didn't think of a way, he was afraid that he would not be able to eat, let alone buy medicine.

Looking at the sun above his head, Yi Chen was a little anxious. He secretly urged the thin pure yang internal energy in his body and buried his head to speed up his journey.

That's right, the world that Yi Chen traveled to was not an ordinary ancient background world.

It was a terrifying world where demons and ghosts were rampant and evil spirits appeared in the world.

In this terrifying world, Yi Chen felt very lucky to be accepted by Bai Yunzi, the Taoist master of Yinlong Temple, who was good at pure Yang Taoism. Of course, the only drawback was that after ten years of traveling, his golden finger had not arrived, which made him very regretful. How could he travel well without a golden finger? He practiced Xiao Chunyang Gong for ten years and practiced hard, but he barely reached the second level. His internal energy was so weak that he had to save it when he was traveling. While he was thinking about it, Yinlong Temple was already in sight and appeared on the horizon. Thinking about his master's injury, Yi Chen couldn't help but speed up his pace. Yinlong Temple is located at the foot of Zhuilong Mountain. It is a small Taoist temple built by his master brick by brick and some believers. It is no more than five houses. There are two trees planted in the front yard. One is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his junior brother Qing Yunzi, who was born with strabismus, running out crying: "Big Brother, you are finally back. Master... Master... is dying." Yi Chen was anxious when he heard this: "What? Master was still able to hold on before? Why did he suddenly die?" His eyes turned red and he ran to the backyard. In the backyard, a tall but haggard old man was lying on the bed, dying. Qingfeng and Mingyue, two little Taoist boys, were standing by the bed, secretly wiping their tears. Everyone in the entire Yinlong Temple gathered. "Master! Why did your injury suddenly worsen?" Yi Chen couldn't help but shed tears when he saw this scene. He hurriedly tried to stuff half a ginseng into the master's mouth. The tears in Yi Chen's eyes were not fake. He was the first orphan the master took in. In the past ten years, the master has treated him well, like his own son.

In the days when ordinary people ate bran-pharyngeal vegetables, Yi Chen could always eat meat, and even taught him the internal skills of Xiao Chunyang step by step.

It's a pity that his qualifications are not good, and his internal skills are surpassed by his junior brother Qingyunzi.

"Evil disciple, you... do you want to choke me to death?" After being stuffed with half of the ginseng by Yi Chen, the tall old man on the bed regained some vitality as if he had returned to the light.

"Evil disciple, where did this ginseng come from? Where did you get the money?" Bai Yunzi raised his eyebrows and asked in a serious tone.

"I sell Bawang chicken. I buy it from the drugstore." Yi Chen is well-behaved.jpg

"How much can you sell that shitty cock for?"

"The boss knows the goods and only sells products that are destined to be good." Well-behaved.jpg

"That's all, as long as it's not an act of adultery." The white-haired Taoist on the bed sighed, took a few bites of the ginseng, and felt a little better.

"Yi Chen, master is old, and now the Yin Qi has accidentally entered his body. Today's deadline is right in front of him. I will tell you a few words, and you must promise me."

The white-haired Taoist lay half-lying on the bed, looking directly at Yi Chen with burning eyes.

"Master, tell me."

"Now that the earth is undergoing strange changes and evil spirits are increasing, I fear that great chaos is not far away."

"I...after I die, you will be the new master of the Hidden Dragon Temple."

"Those junior brothers of yours are not as lively as you. You have to worry more about... taking on the responsibility of senior brother after I die."

"You have serious thoughts and dark hands. I have always known that once I leave, there will be no one to control you. You must promise me, but do good deeds and don't ask about your future. You must not commit crimes or commit crimes. You must serve them with virtue." Man, follow the path of benevolence and righteousness.”

Yi Chen nodded when he heard this: "Master, don't worry, I will take good care of my juniors, convince others with virtue, and practice benevolence and righteousness."

"good!"

The white-haired Taoist priest on the bed also smiled happily when he saw this, and then said with difficulty:

"For... to be my teacher... I only have two wishes before I die."

"One...the first is to promote the reputation of My Hidden Dragon Temple so that the people will no longer be harmed by demons and ghosts."

"The second item is in the relics I left for you. After I die, you...you can check it yourself."

"I don't force these two things. If you can do it, do it. If you can't, just save your life first. If necessary, you can abandon this Taoist temple. You and your junior brothers can just be ordinary people."

"It's just...it's a pity that none of the four of you brothers can awaken the 'spirituality' and cultivate my pure Yang power to kill demons!"

The white-haired Taoist managed to finish the last sentence, then tilted his head and closed his eyes.

"Master, why did you leave~" Yi Chen couldn't help crying when he saw this scene. He held the master's body tightly in his arms, and the four brothers cried together. .

"Cough... cough cough"

"Ni... Tui, hold me so tightly, do you want to bully your master and destroy your ancestors? I'm just taking a rest."

"You...you're howling in mourning. If you want to howl, it will be time to howl."

The white-haired Taoist in Yi Chen's arms opened his eyes again, his face suddenly became rosy, and he straightened up. The red air began to flow out of his seven orifices, and finally escaped into the air.

Yi Chen knew that this time, the master had really reached his end, and he could not even lock the pure Yang magic power that he had cultivated in his body, and Douda burst into tears.

The white-haired Taoist smiled and touched Yi Chen's cheek, then touched the faces of Qingyunzi and Qingfeng Mingyue one by one, and said kindly to everyone: "Idiot, how can anyone be immortal?"

"There is no never-ending feast."

"After my death, the body can be burned. There is no need to make any arrangements. I, Bai Yunzi, came in vain and left in vain. I will live a life worthy of heaven and earth."

"Qingfeng, Mingyue, Qingyunzi, you...you must remember to listen to senior brother."

"It's a pity that you... you all... don't have 'spirituality'."

"Otherwise, we will definitely be able to keep our peace and truly pass on my mantle."

"Remember...remember, just do good deeds and don't ask about your future."

"Spirituality...spirituality."

At this time, a yellow leaf quietly fell from the jujube tree in the front yard.

The white-haired Taoist touched Yi Chen's cheek again, smiled and passed away while sitting upright on the bed.