Chapter 77 Taoist Inspiration
“You’re already here, why not stay.”
Yan Changqing flicked his finger, the green lantern shook slightly, and a small flame condensed in the air. Suddenly it became sharp and long, and sprang out in the blink of an eye.
The door of the house was opened again.
The slender flame struck firmly on the young Taoist priest's back.
The Taoist priest fell straight to the ground.
Moveless.
The flames instantly expanded with the force of a prairie fire, completely engulfing the Taoist priest's entire body. What was burned was not a skeleton, but a pile of paper ashes.
Jiang Shouzhong was stunned.
“It’s a paper puppet, combined with the illusion of transformation.”
Yan Changqing unscrewed the bottle cork, smelled the fragrant wine, and said with a smile, "Logically speaking, this guy's temperament is not so cautious. He probably suffered a loss on the road, so he didn't dare to show up in person."
Paper puppet?
The wonders of magic in the world opened Jiang Shouzhong's eyes.
Yan Changqing said: "His name is Feng Yichen. He is the chief disciple of Zhenxuan Mountain. His cultivation level is acceptable. His appearance here means that Zhenxuan Mountain already knows about Hetu's recognition of his master. Your trouble is really coming.”
Jiang Shouzhong was helpless.
Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, just like a shadow, it is the normal state of everything in the world.
Jiang Shouzhong picked up the hosta that had fine texture on the table, with a hesitant and sad expression.
"Li Guanshi didn't lie to you. This natal hairpin can only be used twice."
Yan Changqing said lightly, "The owner of the hairpin tied your soul to it. Therefore, its perception is extremely keen. As long as it detects that someone has intentions towards you, it will definitely protect you."
Yan Changqing said with emotion: "Li Guanshi has taken on a powerful disciple, who can be cultivated and tempered. The natal sword that is so in line with the way of heaven can only show that this girl is born to be a swordsman."
"Then she..."
"There is a high probability that she is dead."
Yan Changqing sighed, "The natal sword is the natal sword. Once it officially leaves the true body, it means that its owner has given up. "My own life."
Jiang Shouzhong's hand holding the hosta trembled slightly.
Even someone as powerful as Sister Ye is dead. Those who attacked Anhe Village must have hidden masters.
What is the purpose of massacre of the other side?
Is it aimed at Sister Ye?
Or... Hong'er?
Jiang Shouzhong exhaled a breath, gathered his thoughts, and asked Yan Changqing: "Mr. Yan, what do you think the woman's purpose was in giving me a snake?"
Yan Changqing said angrily: " I don't know. I told you to make your own decision. If you think she has bad intentions, you can refuse. If you think the deal is a good one, then take the snake.
That snake demon is indeed very skilled. Although it will not obey your orders, it will indeed save your life at the critical moment. After all, you are now pregnant with Daomenhetu, and you will encounter many crises in the future. It is impossible for me to protect you day and night.
But then again, this woman Li Guanshi never does loss-making business and is very mean to her apprentices, let alone you. "
Jiang Shouzhong scratched his head, very distressed.
He wanted to tell the other party about the Demon Lord, but he swallowed the words when he reached his lips.
"You yourself To make a decision, I'll talk to that guy from Zhenxuanshan first, so you don't need to worry. ”
Yan Changqing smiled lightly and said, "Since I promised that friend to find a suitable owner for Hetu, I will not let him go halfway. Zhenxuan Mountain is certainly difficult to deal with, but I, Yan Changqing... am not a vegetarian."
After Yan Changqing left, Jiang Shouzhong came to the paper ashes and stared at them intently.
"Paper Man..."
——
Not far from the street, in an unknown small inn.
Feng Yichen, who was meditating in the room, suddenly opened his eyes. The blood on his face quickly faded, and he became frighteningly pale.
"I knew it! I knew it wouldn't go so well!"
Feng Yichen stood up, paced back and forth in the room, cursing, "Fortunately, I used a paper man, Otherwise, I will be stabbed again! How come this capital is full of dragons and tigers’ dens, and I can’t let you live!”
The young Taoist regretted not letting the second master go when he went out! Uncle looks at the almanac.
"No, I have to get out of here quickly, otherwise that bastard Sword Demon will come to my door and there won't even be anyone to collect the corpse." Feng Yichen picked up the Heavenly Waterfall Sword and was about to leave.
Candlelight flickered in the room.
A figure appeared behind the young Taoist priest like a ghost, smiling: "Here comes the bastard."
Feng Yichen felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
The corner of his mouth twitched a few times, then he turned around and saluted, "The chief disciple of Zhenxuan Mountain's leader, the person initiated by the ancestor Xuan Ling, the three golden crow geniuses of Taoism, known as the Demon-Slaying Great Master in the world, and the direct descendant of the Pingyang Feng family. The eldest son, Feng Yichen has met Senior Sword Demon."
Yan Changqing smiled and said, "Do you want to scare me to death with so many names?"
Feng Yichen's face immediately turned stiff. Juhua smiled, waved her hands and said: "No way, no way, I am afraid that senior will not remember me, an unknown junior, and cause misunderstandings. After all, my third uncle and senior are considered close friends."
Young Taoist Priest Throw out all the life-saving amulets you can.
“Hasn’t your third uncle been expelled from Zhenxuan Mountain?”
The corners of Yan Changqing's mouth were slightly raised, but there was no smile in his eyes.
Which pot should not be opened? Feng Yichen wanted to give himself a bad taste, and forced out an ugly smile, "In my mind, he is still my third uncle."
"He is more affectionate and righteous than your head teacher." Yan Changqing said sarcastically.
Feng Yichen just smiled dryly.
Yan Changqing glanced at the Heavenly Waterfall Sword behind the other party, and said calmly: "No more nonsense, I will tell your master when I go back that I did not find the Daomen River Map."
"This... I'm afraid it's not appropriate."
Feng Yichen plucked up the courage and said, "The Daomen River Map is my Zhenxuan Mountain's most precious treasure and should be returned."
"I have acknowledged it. The master, his name is Jiang Mo.”
“Without my approval from Zhen Xuanshan, it’s not considered the master.”
“Oh? Is that so?” Yan Changqing stared at his forehead coldly. Feng Yichen broke out in a cold sweat, "I promised you, Third Master, that I would help the second half of the "Tian Yuan River Atlas" find its companion. Now that the Yin Talisman has found its owner, the Yang Talisman chooses to follow. It's theirs. Decision.”
Feng Yichen gritted his teeth and said: "The third uncle has been expelled from the school. He cannot represent our Zhenxuan Mountain!"
Bang!
The young Taoist priest was smashed against the wall and could not move.
Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The Heavenly Waterfall Sword behind him buzzed, but he did not dare to take it out of its sheath.
Yan Changqing sneered: "You, Zhenxuan Mountain, are just keeping the Duomen River Map for others, and after keeping it for a hundred years, you become the master?" : "Since it is for safekeeping, it cannot be left in the hands of outsiders."
"Oh, are you capable of keeping it?"
Yan Changqing looked sarcastic, "The upper part of the Tianyuan River Atlas "How many years have you been missing? Now that it has claimed its owner, do you think you are being upright if you come here to pick peaches?"
Feng Yichen blushed and could not refute.
He suddenly remembered something and gritted his teeth and said: "Senior Sword Demon, He Tu is right to recognize the master, but he has not yet received Tao Ancestor's enlightenment. Without Tao Ancestor's approval, the Yin and Yang Talisman sword spirit will not be able to leave the body in the future!"
"Tao Ancestor?"
Yan Changqing's eyes flickered and he frowned slightly, "Your third uncle told me about this, but he didn't tell me the details."
Feng Yichen said in a deep voice. : "To put it simply, it is to make Daozu's corpse react. Even the slightest reaction means that Daozu has recognized that Jiang Mo is the master of Daomen Hetu!"
Yan Changqing laughed dumbly, "Let the corpse react. , do you think it’s possible? Unless you use some corpse trick.”
Feng Yichen said: "According to records, the Daomen River Map has had seven owners in total, and only two of them successfully obtained the enlightenment of Dao Ancestor's spiritual body. In the first one, Dao Ancestor's little finger on his left foot moved. In the second time, Dao Ancestor's eyebrows moved."
The more Yan Changqing listened, the more nonsense he got, and he laughed and cursed: "You might as well let the corpse speak."
"This... is a bit embarrassing."
Feng Yi Chen Sanshan smiled, "If Jiang Mo really has the ability to make Daozu's corpse speak, I can eat a hundred pounds of Xiang."
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