Taoist master wants to ascend

In the afternoon, Li Yuan left work early.

In the inner courtyard, there were only a few apprentices working on their strength. Most of them came into the inner courtyard with him, and most of them were at the level of Qi and Blood proficiency.

Du Yun and Lu Zhong in the front yard, and several female apprentices in the backyard.

At this time, seeing Li Yuan, Lu Zhong had a complicated look on his face and subconsciously moved out of the way. When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but lower his head with his face flushed.

Last autumn, he also taught Li Yuan Zhuang Gong and Hammer Technique.

But now, he is still stuck in proficiency and is unable to take any further steps, and the former apprentice in the middle courtyard is already a rookie in the blacksmithing shop, a figure that even the big shopkeeper knows.

Li Yuan said hello. He didn't know many apprentices in the inner courtyard. Among them, he only recognized Lu Zhong and Du Yun.

Lu Zhong responded, put down the stone grinder, and was a little hurried:

Since entering the inner courtyard, his progress has been very slow. With Niu Gui around, Qin Xiong has not given him guidance for a long time. With Tang Tong leaving and Yu Zhen taking office, their situation is even more difficult.

Up to now, he hasn't even learned all the fighting styles...

After chatting for a few words, Li Yuan left under the envious eyes of several apprentices. He walked through the inner courtyard and saw Mrs. Wang from the private school from a distance.

Mrs. Wang, whose real name is Wang Wenyuan, is an old boy in his late seventies. After many failed attempts, he accepted Cao Yan's invitation and came to the Forging Arms Shop to educate the disciples in the inner courtyard and take care of himself in his old age.

Not many of the disciples in the inner courtyard were willing to read. Most of them just learned some common words and then stopped coming, so he had nothing to do.

Mr. Wang is quite strong, in his sixties, and his hair is not completely white. He is already familiar with Li Yuan, and he handed over a few books with a smile:

Li Yuan took it with both hands, replied with a smile, and lay down on the rocking chair under the tree nearby.

It rained heavily last night, and today there is still some smell of rain and soil mixed with vegetation in the air.

Li Yuan was half-lying, relaxing from the fatigue of the day.

Being poor in literature and rich in military affairs is actually a relative term. These days, those who can read and write are not considered ordinary people. There are not many people in the outer city who have a collection of books.

Thanking Master Wang in his heart, Li Yuan turned over the pages of the book.

On the first page of the book, there are only three big words.

Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to read. Starting from the second page, he mentioned this sect that he had inquired about for a long time without finding anything.

Li Yuan was a little surprised.

This book does not mention much about the origin of the God-Worship Cult, except that it is a sect that has existed for a long time and can be traced back thousands of years.

It's called the God Worship Cult, but it's very different from what he imagined.

Li Yuan straightened up unconsciously, his expression changing.

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Closing the first book, Li Yuan felt

He was actually a little surprised. This was not the evil sect he had imagined.

It's more like a martial arts outline that adheres to one's own self and cultivates one's physical body.

Li Yuan was very interested.

He has always considered himself a Taoist priest. Even though he has not been naturalized and has not studied many scriptures, he also knows that Taoists do not worship gods, but only worship their ancestors.

The pursuit of those true moral cultivators in the legends of the past life and becoming immortals are somewhat similar to the so-called scriptures of god worship.

If I don’t worship God, I am God.

Instead of worshiping immortals, I want to become an immortal.

Li Yuan continued to read.

In the three books, there are only a few sentences about the scriptures and meanings of the God Worship Cult, and then it becomes a bit divergent. I don’t know if it is the travel notes of some failed scholar.

There was some gain, but not much.

At the end, he saw a very interesting sentence, very vague, but the meaning was obvious...

Li Yuan was thoughtful as he touched the prickly stubble on his chin.

Recalling the gods in the temples he had seen, he guessed that this god-worshiping sect was probably the imperial court?

Maybe, it's a sect alliance?

Li Yuan thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

It is quite interesting that Taizu Taizu and his sects rule the world, perhaps because the sects have contributed to the founding of the country, and may have been passed down for thousands of years...

It was getting dark and Li Yuan stood up to say goodbye. Master Wang responded and asked:

Li Yuan expressed his gratitude, stuffed a piece of broken silver into the book, then left, went to the forging room to retrieve the inner armor, and left amidst the sound of clanking.

It was not completely dark yet, so he planned to go to the Four Seasons Medicine Hall to buy some elixirs, even blood accumulating elixirs, which could be combined with a medicinal bath.

Pills are extremely expensive, so you have to use them even if they are valuable. Otherwise, the speed will be several times slower. Seeing that his inner strength is ahead, how can Li Yuan hold back?

Before leaving, he glanced behind him.

In the forging room, the lights were brightly lit, and more than a dozen big men were still forging iron, but the sound was much sparser.

Li Yuan could faintly hear the scolding.

Yu Zhen's ancestors are probably already completely dead...

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Inner city, road mansion.

Lu Mansion is located on the south side of the Yamen. There is a small garden outside the third courtyard.

In the evening, smoke was rising from the Lu family's kitchen, and the servants and maids were quite busy.

The backyard was brightly lit, and it seemed like daytime inside the house.

County Magistrate Lu Yunqing wiped his palms gently. There were more than twenty dishes neatly placed on the large table, which could seat eight people. There was even a maid beside him, holding a wine flask in his hand, ready to pour wine.

Fang Yunxiu frowned slightly.

This table of food and wine would not be considered extravagant in Zhelong Mansion, but in Gaoliu County, it was indeed a bit too extravagant.

Lu Yunqing glanced at the sky.

Fang Yunxiu just shook his head, took a few bites, stood up and left.

Lu Bailing wanted to follow, but was stared back.

road

Yun Qing's expression remained normal, he finished his meal slowly, wiped his hands and face, and then returned to the study.

Outside the study, Yu Zhen slightly cupped his hands:

Lu Yunqing scolded the housekeeper beside him.

After entering the study, Yu Zhen's expression was slightly serious, and he said:

Lu Yunqing sat behind the desk and responded lightly:

Yu Zhen's expression moved slightly:

Lu Yunqing picked up the file, his expression calm:

Yu Zhen understood, bowed and said goodbye, and when he was about to leave, he remembered something:

After closing the study door, Lu Yunqing's eyes were slightly gloomy:

Suddenly, there was a cry from outside the door, and the sound of footsteps was chaotic.

Lu Yunqing frowned, but saw a family rushed into the door in a panic:

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Outer city, Chaiyufang.

In a small courtyard, Qiu Da groaned and woke up. In his dreams, he was being chased and killed, and his expression was very ferocious.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Qiu Da subconsciously wanted to escape, but he forgot about his injuries. He groaned and fell to the ground, and the unhealed wounds flowed black blood again.

In the more than two months of being hunted, his injuries had not been treated at all, and they had already festered, looking shocking.

Qiu Da struggled to look back, and saw an old man lying on a rocking chair under the tree to cool off.

Qiu Da was alert, and was very nervous at this time because he was being assassinated by his colleagues. He was about to ask who the old man was, but he felt a slight pain in the back of his head and fainted.

Han Chuijun gently waved the palm-leaf fan, and the ghost mask became more terrifying and hideous in the dark.

Fang Yunxiu walked in expressionlessly.

Han Chuijun didn't care.

Faced with this old scoundrel, Fang Yunxiu felt helpless, but she had to hand over a booklet:

Han Chuijun didn't even raise his eyelids, and still waved the palm-leaf fan: