And Yamazawa Yexiu, who made his fortune by killing people and selling goods, has a secret door, which is to recruit disciples, of course the kind of disciples who break into the house. He teaches the disciples to starve the master to death? Or even beat the master to death, so he has no choice but to teach the master to himself without giving away his money.

We will never teach the methods of undermining others, and we will not allow our disciples to learn all the true teachings, and then we will make them make a pact and swear a poisonous oath, and then use secret techniques to control them. Otherwise, if there are not a few helpers around, it will be easy to be weak and difficult to earn money.

Big money.

This is why it is easy for a genealogy cultivator to become a wild cultivator of Shanze, but it is difficult for a Shanze wild cultivator to become a genealogy master.

The old man in brocade clothes was not very advanced, he was just a sea-viewing monk, but he was quick-witted and quickly hooked up with these two "great immortals" who were actually one snake and one jackal.

The two sides hit it off immediately.

The two Immortals of the Yin Temple need to use this Qi Practitioner to help them travel across mountains and rivers to find the Taoist temple again, so that they can avoid the Wenwu Temple and the City God Temple, as well as the Landscape Gods enshrined by the various courts. In return, the two Immortals will help them.

The mountain and wild cultivators are willing to take action to solve some minor troubles, just like today's situation. After catching ghosts and then eating them, these two great immortals can help them develop their Taoism and temper their golden bodies.

The tall and thin immortal walked onto the long bridge, stood still, and said in a deep voice: "Anyone who dares not to surrender will be taken to Fengdu City."

The fat white immortal beside him shouted angrily with a voice like thunder: "You little devil, you have done so many evil things, why don't you quickly submit to the law and kneel down and kowtow?!"

A hanged ghost who hanged himself and a drowned ghost who threw himself into the water have all lost their beauty. The female ghost who appeared at the end was relatively the most morally virtuous and had a tougher temperament. She knew that the other person was from the temple of obscenity, but she was still a ghost.

He sneered and said: "Your background is even more shady. No matter if it is known by the city god in the county or by the Fenhe Shrine, you will never get out of here."

It's just that she can't help but feel miserable in her heart. If Mengliang Kingdom still belongs to the Great Li Dynasty, how can these fugitive gods from the temple dare to show up?

The old man in golden clothes put his hands behind his back, and the old god was there. He smiled and said: "So we said that we should set up a magic circle at the door to cover our ears and eyes. You are just trying to make excuses and look down on me as a sea-viewing state. You didn't stop me before, but now it's okay.

.As for the real owner of this house, we have inquired about the truth and found out that she is in the Dragon Gate realm and has a peony flower charm background, right or wrong? But she dares to come to save you?"

At this moment, an old man in a Confucian shirt walked into the ancient house at the site of Lu Gong's ancestral temple. He frowned slightly and casually dispersed the clouds.

As for the three-headed female ghost, a group of wild cultivators in the mountains and swamps, and the two obscene temple spirits, the old man just pretended not to see them and just wandered around on his own.

The earliest main hall of Lu Xian Temple, the statue of Lu Gong and the painted subordinate gods enshrined in it have long since disappeared.

Only through the Xieshan-style glazed roof of the main hall, we can vaguely see that its shape was not low at that time. The main hall originally hung a plaque inscribed by the emperor's pen "Fenglei Palace", but it did not hang for many years. In another dynasty, it naturally became

It was taken off, and it was finally promoted from the ancestral temple to the palace. Not to mention it was knocked back to its original shape. In the end, even the original ancestral temple could not be maintained. Only a Bagua Pavilion and a Mengzi tablet outside the pavilion were barely preserved.

They looked like they were dependent on each other.

The tablet with the word "dream" actually hides a mystery. There is a poem similar to a Taoist formula engraved on the hollow inside. But even if a thoughtful person can find it, it is still difficult to understand at first sight, and even more confused after a second look.

How do we interpret the opening line of the poem, "After death and rebirth, only one person is born, who knows who is fake and who is real?"

Finally, the old man returned to the main hall of the old Lugong Temple and twisted three sticks of incense from his sleeves.

Holding the incense in hand, he bowed three times to the Chunyang Taoist who had given me guidance in the past and had the grace to preach.

The two parties, who were originally at war with each other, were stunned, but no one dared to ask, let alone take action.

Who dares to get into trouble with an old guy who ignores the magic circle and the white mist outside the door?

Over there in the kitchen, Lu Chen shook his head gently.

The river goes east, the sun sets in the west, and the wanderers come south.

There are flowers in Taoist temples. I would like to ask, who do you know who blooms them?

The girl at the door still stood there, neither begging for mercy nor asking for mercy.

Just now, a table and two benches seemed to... either seemed to have long legs, and they staggered over to the kitchen from somewhere else.

After Lu Chen sat down, he poured himself a bowl of wine, filled a large bowl of rice, picked up a chopstick of winter bamboo shoots, and praised: "It tastes great, it's really amazing."

The old man in Confucian shirt didn't bother to take a second look at the two groups of people, as if giving an order: "Everyone stay where you are and wait for your orders."

Chunyang Taoist Lu Yan was his preacher. Although there was no master-disciple relationship between the two parties, the old scholar always regarded Lu Yan as his mentor. So the Chunyang Taoist’s only Lu Gong Temple in the world has a certain meaning. Up above is the dojo of my mentor Lu Yan.

Then he came to the door of the secret room underground and looked at the densely packed talisman seals above.

The old scholar laughed dumbly, was it a ghost drawing a talisman?

His figure dissipated, condensed again, and appeared in the secret room without breaking the talisman's restrictions.

The ghost that had been wasting away its energy with the talisman slowly raised its head and said with a ferocious smile: "Looking for death?"

The old scholar asked: "Do you know how the four words 'virtue is not matched' are written? You are a sneaky person, it's fine if you don't hide well, how dare you expect to occupy Lu Gong's temple for a long time?"

Before the other party could answer anything, the old scholar had already beaten him to death with one sleeve.

On the other side of the square, the illusion is still the same. It is still the long bridge of the main hall and the scene of the temple with thick armor and soldiers under the corridor. The fat immortal in purple official robe said like a funeral concubine: "Is it a certain gentleman from Guanhu Academy? It's miserable, it's miserable. Also, in this case, we two brothers will hit the tip of the knife head-on."

The tall and thin immortal looked at the old man in brocade clothes and said angrily in his heart: "It's all your fault!"

The other three female ghosts who were here to cause trouble were more relieved than frightened.

If you fall into the hands of a Confucian gentleman, you will just be punished according to the rules of the academy, and you can do whatever you want. It is better than being eaten by those two evil immortals. That is the real immortality.

When the old scholar came to the kitchen, he didn't even look at the girl who was standing at the door as if she were a doorkeeper. He just stopped at the door.

Lu Chen quickly put down his chopsticks, turned around and cupped his hands and said, "Brother Xizhou, we haven't seen each other for many years. Come, let us sit down and have a drink and chat slowly."

In the two lives of Haoran Tianxia and Lotus Flower Blessed Land, the bookish scholar before me had both a surname of Lu and the same prefix of Xizhou.

The colorful boat carries the sorrow of separation and dreams to Xizhou.

Outside the ancestral temple, Qing Tong only felt that Chen Ping'an was sitting here fishing. Even if he put aside the matter of "waiting for the rabbit" and waiting for Lu Chen, it seemed that he could just sit there until the end of time.

Qing Tong couldn't help but ask: "Whether you are a Taoist or a pure martial artist, what is the point of imitating the common people to fish in the water?"

The key is that Chen Ping'an hasn't caught a single fish until now.

"To the priest of the Fenhe Shrine, this pond is just a pond."

Chen Pingan held the pole in one hand and pointed to the pond with the other, and said: "But to the old temple owner and you, what is this pond? It is Tongyezhou. So you don't care whether the fish in it are big or small. , life or death. The fish swimming in the pond can't escape anyway. Even if there are great monks like fish leaping through the dragon gate, they are like the fallen leaves of the locust tree at the entrance of the temple. I believe that one day the leaves will fall back to their roots."

Qing Tong started to have a headache again, so he immediately changed the topic, his eyes were dark, "How do these wandering gods of obscene temples return to their roots?"

Chen Pingan said: "Then what if you regard the whole world as a pond?"

Qing Tong was speechless.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "For some problems, you don't need to think too much, just try it briefly, just like the ancient people who tabooed the 'October Cold' in poetry."

Qingtong understood the "October cold" that the poet avoided, and was quite happy for a moment. Finally, he was no longer confused. It was not easy.

Chen Ping'an asked: "Ten thousand years ago, if there hadn't been that earth-shaking change, what would your ultimate pursuit be?"

Qing Tong leaned on the back of his chair, picked up the power fence above his head, and shook it gently as a fan, saying: "I still dare not expect to be able to reach the top of the ascension platform, for fear of death, so many talented earth immortals have transformed on that road.

Become ashes and disappear as soon as you say goodbye. I, a person with a bad background, finally gained the enlightenment and practice. How difficult it is to practice. There are obstacles everywhere. Other monks may only have one or two thoughts, but I have to think deeply about it.

In a few hundred years, of course they will cherish the hard-won opportunity more than Xiaomo, Yangzhi and the others, and they will not dare to do a single feat or do anything out of spite."

"During those long years when heaven and earth were different, it seems that a saying began to be passed down from the first 'Taoist priest', that the sergeants heard the Tao and practiced it diligently. This meant the 'Ten Greatest People in the World' and their

The 'Taoist priests' not far behind him, such as the great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, the master of Bixiao Cave, Bai Jing, the demon sword cultivator, Xiao Mo, the old owner of the golden elixir, etc. The sergeant gained Taoism and was promoted to heaven.

Official, ranked in the Immortal Class. It means that by walking up to the two ascension platforms that control male earth immortals and female earth immortals respectively, one becomes a new god in the ancient heaven. When a corporal attains enlightenment, he becomes a land immortal and stays there for many years. This is me.

This kind of qigong practitioner with dull qualifications has the ultimate pursuit in his heart."

In ancient times, Qi practitioners achieved Taoism through cultivation. Among the many "ascension" Taoist phenomena that promoted the physical form and virtual reality, there was a distinction between the rank of the monks and the golden elixir.

Among the earliest daytime ascensions, there are more than ten types such as Xiaju, riding a dragon, crossing a luan, riding a crane, and transforming into a rainbow. Later, there were those who ascended from a house, and those who ascended from a joint house, etc., and then there were

Many remnants of ghosts and immortals ascended in the night.

After Qing Tong finished speaking, he found that Chen Ping'an seemed to turn a deaf ear and his mood remained unchanged. Qing Tong felt a little bored and stopped looking at the scroll. He glanced at the empty fish basket on the shore and asked, "Is this so difficult?"

Did you catch a fish? Is it because the bait is wrong or because your fishing skills are not good?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded: "I'm really not very good at fishing. I'm good at one thing in my life. Unless I'm about to starve to death, I won't eat the bait or bite the hook."

Being in a long river of time, it is difficult not to be regarded as a fish by people on the shore.

Qing Tong asked again: "How are you sure that Master Lu will definitely go to the ruins of Lu Gong Temple with you?"

Chen Ping'an looked indifferent and asked: "The ruins of Lu Gong Temple? How did you know about it?"

Qing Tong was stunned for a moment, thinking over and over again, and still couldn't figure out why Chen Ping'an said this.

The Fenhe Shrine behind them still has the plaque of the Imperial Wind and Thunder Palace hidden in the warehouse, and the Bagua Pavilion and Mengzi Monument next to the ghost house in the city, as well as the book about the girl who became a spirit after a thousand years of peony, and her

That "old friend", Qian Tongxuan, a Taoist priest from a branch of the Shengao Sect, with the Taoist name "Dragon Tail", and the golden elixir ghost that was suppressed in the secret room by the Shengao Sect's unique talisman... all prove that

This mansion is where the ruins of Lu Gong’s ancestral temple are located?
Chapter completed!