fifth form

Chapter 9
"Daoist?"

The gate of the Taoist temple with red brick and white walls was closed tightly, leaving only a small gap.

Zhang Xuezhou yelled, then lay down on the door and looked in through the gap.

Through the gap, Zhang Xuezhou saw a pair of eyeballs behind the door also peeping.

"Little thief, the old Taoist is a member of the Yin-Yang Nine Heavens Sect, and has a big backer. Don't be afraid of you Ten Yin Sons, you retreat quickly, and we won't provoke each other!"

The eyes behind the wooden door met Zhang Xuezhou, and then he spoke for the second time.

Although I don't know what this Taoist misunderstood, but the attitude of the other party is undoubtedly stern, and Zhang Xuezhou was greatly disappointed by his attitude.

People with this kind of mentality will inevitably have limited achievements, and it is difficult to say anything great.

He thought about the Yin-Yang Nine Heavens Sect and the Holy Son mentioned by the Taoist, and kept comparing the knowledge he heard in the past, only to feel that there was no overlap.

Everyone in Zhangjiazhuang has limited knowledge, and only Zhang Baojia, Zhang Zhong and others who have been conscripted have returned safely, but they have never mentioned any sect or the Son of the Ten Yins.

For a moment Zhang Xuezhou had difficulty understanding why the Taoist's judgment had gone wrong.

But Zhang Xuezhou likes to ask questions that he doesn't understand.

He straightened his coarse cloth shirt a little bit, and corrected his posture.

"How did you find out who I am?" Zhang Xuezhou asked casually, watching the other party's flustered eyes.

"Ten meters away, no, I can smell the fishy smell on your body from 30 meters away. It's your unique smell, and I can't identify it wrong!"

The voice in the Taoist temple responded muffled.

This made Zhang Xuezhou raise his sleeve and smell it.

Walking in hot weather is bound to sweat profusely. His clothes smell not bad, but not to the point where people can smell fishy for tens of meters.

"You know our Son of the Ten Yins?"

At this time, he was misidentified by the Taoist and couldn't enter the Taoist temple. Zhang Xuezhou felt that he couldn't explain it. After all, he could only smell the smell of sweat on his body, but he couldn't smell any fishy smell.

Even if he explained everything clearly, it would be very difficult for him to seek medical skills from the Taoist with such misunderstanding-induced factors.

Of course, Taoist made Zhang Xuezhou not satisfied.

The opponent's ability must be far from that of the Son of the Ten Yins, and he is even a little afraid of the people under the Son of the Ten Yins.

Compared with reality, Zhang Xuezhou was undoubtedly more daring in the dream. After just talking for a few words, he began to borrow the name of the Son of the Ten Yins mentioned by the Taoist, and moved a backstage out of thin air behind him.

"There was a relationship once," the Taoist said in a low voice: "What are you doing here across the border of the northern border? Aren't you afraid of being chased by the Feiyu Army?"

"We... you can't protect yourself now, and you still have to worry about us being hunted down?"

After Zhang Xuezhou read a sentence, the pupils of the Taoist's eyes shrank, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes.

"I haven't offended you, what do you want from me?" Taoist asked.

"Our Holy Son is very interested in your method of entering the country to practice!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought for a few seconds before boldly speaking of this topic.

Under the influence of Zhang Weimeng, Song Fengying, and Zhang Manqian, although Zhang Xuezhou had never done such deceitful things in real life, in this world it inspired those little distracting thoughts in his heart.

His words at this time are stable and casual, and he directly uses the topic to play, leading to his own goal.

"The Yin-Yang Family's Dharma is not passed on lightly. We have always passed it on to males and not to females, and not to others. Those who study the Dharma need to swear a solemn oath to the ancestors of the Nine Heavens Sect. Only when they are skilled can they go down the mountain and travel around. I am a man of nine feet... "

In the Taoist temple, the old Taoist struggled, with dodge and hesitation in his eyes, and a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

On the one hand, there are the rules of the past dynasties, and on the other hand, there are unbearable troubles.

He knew very well who the Son of the Ten Yins was. As a leader of the younger generation, the other party's character and methods were extremely ruthless, and even the strong men of the older generation were unwilling to provoke him.

The most frightening thing is the opponent's backer, who is a top figure in the world, far above the heads of many great teachers and ancestors.

Not to mention their offshoot faction of Yin Yang Nine Heavens Sect, even the founding patriarch of the Yin Yang Sect doesn't want to provoke the other party's backer.

The old Taoists don't know why the Holy Son of the Ten Yins needs to practice the method of entry.

This may be because the other party wants to learn the theories of various schools of thought, or the king of Hades is easy to provoke, and the little devil is difficult to deal with, and the work of the other party's disciples happened to be tossing about him.

"Rules are dead, but people are alive!"

Looking at the eyes of the old Taoist at war between heaven and man, Zhang Xuezhou kept reminding him.

"Trees are moved to death, and people are moved to live. This is an eternal truth," Zhang Xuezhou persuaded.

"What you said... makes sense!"

After a while, the old Taoist gritted his teeth, as if he had made a decision in his heart.

"What's more, this is just a little bit... This is just a little bit of our Nine Heavens Sect's heritage!"

The Holy Son of the Ten Yins is only looking for a way to enter the country, not all the secret books and secret books of the Yin Yang Nine Heavens Sect.

This is not an unbearable loss.

As for the future, the old Taoist felt that if he couldn't afford to offend, he could always hide, so he could just do business on another hill.

He thought clearly and his hands and feet were agile.

Behind the gate, a roll of bamboo slips was thrown out.

"This is the way our Nine Heavens Sect enters the country," the Taoist said, "Forgive me for being rude, you smell too strong. I'm afraid that the smell will lead to misunderstandings about the Feiyu army's pursuit of the Holy Son to cross the boundary."

"fine!"

Zhang Xuezhou reached out to take it, and the bamboo slip was firmly held in the center of his palm.

He didn't expect that before entering the gate of Jiuchi Taoist Temple, the other party had already thrown out the method of entry.

Hearing what Zhang Zhong said about the immigrants and the methods of entering the country, Zhang Xuezhou only felt that all kinds of grandeur were high, but everything he got now came too easily.

Of course, it is one thing to obtain the Dharma door, but it is another thing to practice it. Whether it can be achieved depends on good luck.

However, mastering the essentials of conditioning has given Zhang Xuezhou a lot of self-confidence. He only feels that it is not too difficult to practice a method of entry in the dream world.

According to the descriptions of Zhang Changgong, Zhang Cigong and others, the signs in his body are obviously also the germination of the seeds of entry, which is in line with the premise of practice.

It was extremely difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to go up the mountain, but things went very smoothly, and he got the method of learning entry before he even got started.

He opened the bamboo slips and looked at a few lines, feeling that he couldn't understand, so he didn't want to be ashamed to show his flaws, so he took the bamboo slips and slowly moved down the mountain road.

"People from the Holy Son of the Ten Yins came here. It seems that it may be a place of right and wrong in the future. It's better to hide!"

Zhang Xuezhou descended the mountain slowly, while the old Taoist in the Taoist temple had a pale face, stretching out his fingers to calculate.

"Zou Bugui is incompetent, ashamed of the ancestors of all generations!"

After doing calculations for a long time, Zou Bugui felt that he could not calculate the ominous fortune.

But judging from his personal senses, he felt that he would encounter a serious disaster.

The Nine Foot Taoist Temple is involved in dangerous things, and it is the safest policy to leave this Taoist Temple temporarily to keep safe.

Trees move to death, people move to live, Zou Bugui deeply agrees with the words of the envoy under the command of the Son of Ten Yins.

The other party has warned to this extent, if he doesn't run away, his reaction is too slow, and he can't blame others after he dies.

After tidying up and putting all the gold, silver and money into one pocket, Zou Bugui walked away very neatly.

An umbrella was taken out, and his whole body was like a kite, and then he floated towards the sky.

Occasionally, when he looked down, he could see the slow-moving figure of Jiuchipo.

Although there were vague thoughts in his mind, Zou Bugui didn't bother to think about the matter of seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, and felt that leaving here quickly was the most important thing.

(End of this chapter)