Yuxiang

Xianglujiao Antique Market, there are not only antiques, old books, old clothes and so on, but also new ones, such as fake antiques, which are definitely new, and there is a trip outside selling flowers, birds, fish and insects Yes, but also lively.

On this street, there are both locals and foreigners. As Dalian's international influence increases, the number of foreign tourists coming to Dalian is increasing day by day, so they are often found on this street, and today they are here Two strange people appeared on the street - Taoist priests.

Two middle-aged men in blue Taoist robes wandered between the booths, their eyes casually wandering around the booths, obviously not thinking that they would find anything here.

"Brother, do you think there is any point in wasting our time here?" A middle-aged man on the right whispered impatiently.

"The clue is interrupted here, which means that person is in this city." The middle-aged man on the left frowned and said in a deep voice.

"So what? The old man is probably dead now. There are several million people in this city, and people die every day, and most of them are old people. The most troublesome thing is that they are all cremated after death. That one is on fire." The younger brother sighed, "Where can we find this?"

The senior brother was silent for a while, and said: "If Ziwu Maoyou is not found out, can those old guys give up?"

"Brother, what did the old man steal?" The younger brother asked again.

"A jade pendant."

Seeing that the younger brother wanted to ask more questions, the older brother quickly shook his head: "Don't ask me what it is for, I don't know either."

There was a resentful look on the younger brother's face: "Let us pursue things without telling what it is for, really...Huh?"

He suddenly stopped in surprise, and looked at a booth next to him with hesitant eyes.

"Brother, what's the matter?" The brother stopped.

"Brother, look at that flower pot." The younger brother said softly.

The brother looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a simple wooden flower pot in the corner of the booth.This flower pot is spliced ​​with several wooden boards, and each board is carved with different patterns of flowers, birds, fish and insects.

"Ah."

With a fixed gaze, he stretched out his hand to pick up the flower pot, and gently stroked a pattern engraved with a bird's body and a human face: "That's right, it's that feeling, but the energy on it has dissipated, and someone got there first."

The owner of the stall is an old man in his 60s or [-]s. When he saw two Taoist priests coming, his old face smiled like a chrysanthemum: "The Taoist priest really has eyesight. This flower pot is an inheritance from my family. It is well-made. Look at that. Knife skills, how smooth the lines are!"

The senior brother raised his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became a little strange: "This flower pot is really your ancestral thing?"

The old man's eyes suddenly became tough and dull: "No, I picked it up on the road two days ago."

"Which road did you pick it up?" asked the brother.

"exist……"

There was a thoughtful look on the old man's face: "I really can't remember this."

Although the expressions of the two were a little weird, the people beside them didn't pay attention to it. The senior brother asked for a while and couldn't find anything, so he whispered: "Nothing happened just now, remember?"

"Remember." The old man replied stiffly.

"go back."

The senior brother gave the junior fellow a hand, and the two immediately walked out of the market.

Behind them, the old man looked around as if he had just woken up from a dream, looking quite dazed.

The two Taoist priests stopped outside the market, and after noticing that there was nothing unusual around them, the younger brother grabbed the older brother: "Is there something weird about this flower pot?"

The senior brother nodded, with a serious expression on his face: "We'll talk about it when we go back to the hotel."

Seeing the expression of the senior brother, the younger brother did not insist, the two took a taxi back to the hotel where they were staying, and after returning to the room, the senior brother solemnly placed the flowerpot on the coffee table and watched it carefully.

After a while, he let out a long breath, with an excited look on his face: "It must be him!"

The younger brother next to him was a little puzzled, and said in surprise: "Brother, I just feel a strange energy remaining on it, but I don't know what its attribute is. You stayed in the Sutra Pavilion, what exactly is it?"

The senior brother glanced at him, pointed to the pattern of the human face and bird body and said, "Look at this, do you have any impression?"

"Bird, bird... definitely not an angel from the west, I remembered... Could it be Wu Jumang, the legendary ancestor of wood?!" Junior exclaimed in amazement.

"That's right, it's the Qingdi Jumang, and the energy on it is the witch power. If I'm not wrong, it's a inheritance talisman. It's a pity that the first step of spiritual enlightenment has been completed."

The senior brother shook his head regretfully, and changed his tone: "But we still have a chance. Not long after the enlightenment is completed, at least we can get his inheritance."

"Is there really an inheritance from the Qing Emperor?" The younger brother asked doubtfully.

"Of course there was. In the Lich War, although the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the monster clan emperors died together, the inheritance of the two clans was cut off, and the power has never recovered since then, but there are also legends that the inheritance of the Twelve Ancestral Witches has not been cut off, but no successors have been found. That's all. When the Twelve Golden Mountains of Yuxu Palace went down to spread Taoism, it may not be that there is no intention to search for the inheritance of Wumen, but this kind of thing is beyond the knowledge of us."

"Senior Brother, what shall we do now?" Junior Brother asked.

"Witchmen's body training technique is not as good as that of Yaozu. If we can inherit it... Hehe, from now on, Maoshan Sect will be our brother's world!"

The brother's tone suddenly became arrogant, he took out a black jade bottle from his arms, opened the bottle mouth, a gust of dark wind blew out from inside, and then a vague figure hanging in the air appeared in front of them: "Master, what are your orders?" ?”

"Brother, did you bring a servant ghost with you this time?" The younger brother asked in surprise.

"Be prepared, don't you use it now?"

The senior brother was very proud, he pointed to the flower pot and told the slave ghost: "Check if there is any bloody smell on it."

"Yes, master." The servant ghost agreed, flew to the flower pot, and opened its mouth suddenly... In other words, this servant ghost is still a woman, with a slender figure, although her appearance is somewhat blurred, But it's also a small mouthful of cherries.But at this time, he opened his mouth, like a big vat, and swallowed the flowerpot in one mouthful.

There was a bit of envy in the younger brother's eyes: "Brother, they say they can sing with a big mouth, and this slave ghost you raised has the potential to be a singer!"

"loquacious!"

The senior brother glared at him, watching the movement of the ghost with a little nervousness.

Enlightenment is a method used in a unique method of inheritance, which is generally used for intergenerational inheritance—that is, the follower and the inheritor cannot meet each other, and the inheritor records what he wants to pass on in the form of a spell in his mind. on inheritance items.On the one hand, it can transform the physique of the inheritor so that it can inherit part of its own strength, avoiding the pain of primary cultivation; on the other hand, through the inheritance of ideas, it can directly instill the things to be learned into the mind of the inheritor... To put it bluntly, it is to avoid endorsement Yes, this method of inheritance is generally initiated through blood.

Sure enough, after a while, the slave ghost spit out the flowerpot, flew back to him and reported: "Master, there is a bloody smell on the flowerpot."

The brother's face immediately showed joy: "Very well, you go out immediately to find the owner of this bloody smell, if she is weak, bring her back, if her strength is too strong...you remember where she lives, and then come back Report."

"Yes, master." The servant ghost agreed, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

"Brother, it's daytime now." The younger brother said in surprise.

The senior brother glanced at him: "You are still ignorant. You are afraid of cock crowing and the sun. They are ordinary ghosts. Refined slave ghosts and some fierce ghosts are not afraid of this. As long as slave ghosts are eyeing that person, that person will be killed." Can't run!"