Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 274 Meet the True King
Hearing this, the aged Qingxu suddenly raised his face, smiled brightly, quickly got up and bowed his hands, thanked the Celestial Master for his permission, and immediately continued to look for books for the Celestial Master.

"Let's go quickly, you're disturbing me by reading books here."

"Yes!"

Qing Xu got up to say goodbye, and not long after, he left Daozang Pavilion and brought the news to Yu Chen, who also rubbed his hands back and forth excitedly, who doesn't want to be able to fight the priest of the Hu people, if he dies, he can also Those on the roster of the Tianshi Mansion, who would not like such an honor?

For a moment, the two began to gather the disciples in the sect, select and order them, and the entire mountain gate was in full swing.Standing in front of the attic window, Zhang Shuangbai couldn't help but smile when he looked at the two people who were so old. If he could go back 50 years, he would be more excited than these two disciples.

"It's a pity that Mingguang..."

He sighed, went back to the pile of books and sat down again, with the help of the oil lamp brought by the little Taoist priest, he flipped through the pages one by one, until the sky was dark and dark, and the square outside gradually became quiet.

When the wind ran over the eaves and squeezed into the doors and windows, the oil lamp in front of the old man flickered suddenly, and in the dark, he heard a faint cry of "Tianshi".

At a certain moment, Zhang Shuangbai felt a familiar atmosphere, raised his face, and in the shadow of the corner in front of his vision, there was a figure in Taoist robe standing there.

"Mingguang?"

Whispering out the other party's name, Zhang Shuangbai put down the book, got up, and walked towards the other side.

"Master."

In the dim light of the oil lamp, the figure in Taoist robes slowly walked out of the shadows, it was Ming Guang's face, his face was no longer as pale as it was when he was a human, and his figure was like a candle in the wind, flickering.

"Mingguang is back...to see you."

Hearing this, Zhang Shuangbai's eyes were filled with water, subconsciously turned his face away, straightened his voice, and said just now: "Mingguang has a heart, a heart... Are you doing well there?"

"The disciple didn't go to the Town God's Temple..."

"What?" The celestial master was stunned for a moment, turned his face, and looked at the disciple in front of him in astonishment, "Mingguang should know about the reincarnation of heaven and earth. Do you want to continue to practice with your soul?"

Mingguang walked to the edge of the light of the oil lamp, shook his head, and nodded.

"Mingguang is now in Luodu. There is a Senluo Hall there. It was recommended by fellow Daoist Chen. He can find an errand at the feet of Emperor Yin."

The look of astonishment magnified on Zhang Shuangbai's face. This was the first time he heard about it. All along, apart from being an apprentice of the sixth generation patriarch of the Tianshi Mansion, he only knew that Chen Yuan was just pulling an ox cart and performing tricks to practice Taoism.

Where have I heard such a vocabulary as Sen Luodian?

"Where is that? Could it be that when Chen Yuan was the soul, he opened up another place? He wants to dominate the reincarnation of the world and the creatures?" Thinking of this, Zhang Shuangbai was taken aback by his own thoughts.

Fortunately, seeing Mingguang shaking his head, he breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise this guess would be too terrifying.

"The celestial master doesn't know that in the Senluo Palace... many Yin gods appeared in Chen Daoyou's bullock cart... Moreover, before they came out completely, the disciples heard that there are ten temples of Yama, who are in charge of the Senluo Palace together. There are also Yintianzi, Houtu... Now the cycle of life and death in Luodu has been controlled in their hands, and the nearby land and Town God's Temple are all included in it."

These contents are huge and unfamiliar. The more Zhang Shuangbai listened to the back, the more his body trembled slightly. This is not cultivating Taoism and becoming a fairy, but bringing a bunch of gods who have never heard of it.

"No wonder the concubine tried everything possible to kill him..."

Recalling what Qingxu said that day, Chen Yuan also called out a god-man who was at the same time as Yuren, and he felt that things were not as simple as they seemed. Now, listening to what Mingguang said, there is only one Senluo Palace, I am afraid There are more gods and men he has never heard of appearing later.

"Tianshifu... is it good or bad to help him like this?"

"Master."

Ming Guang couldn't maintain his figure for a long time, he saw the change in Zhang Shuangbai's expression, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry about the heavenly master, what I saw in the Senluo Hall, these Yin gods are not evil gods, and what they do is judged impartially. In the Luodu area, ghosts are almost invisible nowadays, and the common people live and work in peace and contentment without being disturbed by evil spirits."

"As you said, it's not bad... What's wrong with your soul?" Zhang Shuangbai changed his words, and found that the figure of the disciple's soul outside the light was crumbling, as if it was about to disperse.

"Don't worry about the celestial master. The disciples just borrowed the magic weapon from the Senluo Temple to travel thousands of miles to visit the celestial master. Now the time is coming, and it is time to go back."

Hearing this, Zhang Shuangbai pursed his lips, he didn't know that this was Mingguang's special return, and told him not to feel guilty about that incident.

"Mingguang is good to go. If I have time, I will go to the Senluo Hall to see you."

Ming Guang laughed and bowed heavily to the tearful Celestial Master with the etiquette he had done countless times before, knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times, and said with a final voice: "Tian Shi, the disciple is gone."

"Mingguang is easy to walk." Zhang Shuangbai watched the disciple's figure gradually dissipate, but still couldn't help approaching, wanting to reach out to help, the moment he touched, there was wind blowing on his face, and then... He suddenly opened his eyes, looked What he saw was the morning sun pouring in through the window lattice, and he blurted out, "Ming Guang!"

In the line of sight, Qingxu, Yuchen, and several inner Taoist priests are looking over with concern.

"Tianshi, what's wrong with you?"

Only then did Zhang Shuangbai realize that he had fallen asleep in front of the pile of books. Even though he was seriously injured, it was impossible for him to be hypnotized by the ghost. Presumably it was the magic weapon of the Senluo Temple, which was indeed extremely powerful.

After a while, the old man sighed, and then said softly: "I... dreamed of Mingguang."

Several people surrounded the celestial master and fell silent one after another.

The sun streaked across the sky, illuminating the winding Taewu Mountains and stretching southward. In the once prosperous Gyeonggi, broken flags and wrecked vehicles can be seen everywhere in the wilderness.

A wheel rolled over and continued to move forward. The walking figure bent down, picked up a blood-stained nail leaf from the soil, and sighed.

"How long has it been? It's like this."

The fat Taoist driving the car sneered, and shook half a chicken leg in his hand: "I care about what they do, and it doesn't stop me from eating chicken legs if my brains are white."

"Just know how to eat, that cow, when will you get it out for the old man?" The crazy old man gnawed on another chicken leg, leaned behind the guardrail, and pointed at the old cow. The bull's head rubbed back and forth on the owner's leg.

Amidst the chatter and laughter, Chen Yuan hissed at the heroes playing cards in the car. The ox cart was approaching the city gate. At this time, there was turmoil, and few people and business travelers came in and out. Except for a crazy old man, there are a bunch of wood carvings sitting on a big log, holding a piece of paper with a beautiful pattern in their hand and maintaining a strange sitting posture. On the chest, grinning.

Looking at the weird wood carvings one by one, the inspecting soldiers only felt a sense of coldness, and did not dare to question too much, so they hurriedly let Chen Yuan drive in.

Seeing that the ox cart had gone far away, the soldier stood back to his original place. Seeing the strange expression on his face, the fellow next to him hurriedly asked him what was wrong.

"It's nothing...just feeling cold."

"Is that car okay?"

"It's so weird. It's full of wood carvings, as if they were alive. When I took a look inside, it seemed like there were countless pairs of eyes looking over."

A soldier standing on the other side of the city gate suddenly said, "By the way, do you think the bullock cart that went in just now, and the man driving it, looks familiar?"

hiss~~
The last soldier among the four suddenly gasped, his body trembling a little, "Like the one in the temple..."

The other three shuddered when he reminded them.

"It can't be so wicked."

Worshiping gods is fine, but seeing the gods you worship walk in front of you is another matter.

……

"Candied haws~~"

“Excellent rice paper!”

"Take a look, take a look, there are beautiful paper paintings here, objective in the past, don't you want one? Hanging in the living room is elegant and atmospheric, hanging in the bedroom, it can be seen for a long time, and it will be kept in the next year. fat boy."

As soon as they entered the streets and alleys of the city, all kinds of words from the market came rushing, bustling with passers-by, Chen Yuan led the old cow and walked in front, and the fat Taoist led the crazy old man to stop and go, looking at new things that he hadn't seen for a long time.

On the long street by the Xinyang River, the number of people wearing yellow scarves is increasing. When Chen Yuan came here, she used a trick to turn her appearance into an ordinary rough man, but the ox cart still attracted the attention of these believers.

Soon, Chen Yuan stopped at the Zhenjun Temple, which was demolished and rebuilt. The roof has not yet been officially capped, and the statues inside have not yet stood on the altar, but believers outside the temple have long been busy here, helping the craftsmen with their work, or burning incense and kneeling on the altar. Worship in front of the stone steps.

In the crowd, a limping figure was reciting Taoist scriptures with a book, and beside him was a young man who was his son.

a moment.

Xu Huaiyu stopped the Taoist scriptures, subconsciously looked at the long street, quickly got up and walked over, under the puzzled eyes of the young man and a group of believers, he knelt down in front of a strange rough man.

Then came jaw-dropping words.

"Xu Huaiyu pays respects to Zhenjun."

Around, the believers who trusted Miaozhu, heard that you look at me, I look at you, and immediately knelt down one by one, and it was instantly dark.

Qiqi yelled.

"Welcome Zhenjun back—"

(End of this chapter)