I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 461 Return, Test (5k)

Qingxuzi has been thinking about this for a long time. It is indeed not appropriate and impossible to do it by directly poaching people.

However, for disciples without a Taoist name, it is normal to go out to study. No matter which disciple is from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, it is impossible for them to be trained completely in the mountains since childhood.

Going to school is a must. In addition to going to school, you also have to practice martial arts to lay the foundation, and you also have to learn Taoist scriptures. There are so many things to learn.

In addition to the core things, it is common to go to other temples, other places to learn and gain experience.

It is normal to be a nominal disciple.

This time, Qingxuzi finally found an impeccable excuse. Wen Yan was originally unable to practice Taoism, and the upper limit of his martial arts training was fixed. But Wen Yan had a certificate, and it was a precious certificate bestowed by heaven.

In addition, he gets along well with ghosts and has a good reputation among ghosts. It is highly feasible for him to start following the route of controlling ghosts and gods in Qingcheng.

Wen Yan is no longer able to practice martial arts, but Lieyang is not gone. With this, he is more suitable to take the route of controlling ghosts and gods.

As long as Wen Yan was registered in Qingcheng, his Taoist name was Qingcheng, and he also learned things from Qingcheng.

Hey, when Wen Yan’s son grows up, Wen Yan can’t just not teach his son everything he has learned, right?

I want both the father and the son, and my request is reasonable and legitimate. No one in Fuyu Mountain can say anything wrong.

Qingxuzi's abacus was clacking loudly.

Today, I met Wen Yan, and on a whim, I asked a warrior like Wen Yan to interpret the divination. The result made Qingxuzi very happy.

Even if Wen Yan didn't want to learn, he would force it on Wen Yan as a miscellaneous book. As long as he read it, given the current environment, he would definitely find it useful in the future.

The many ghosts that appeared this year have become more and more bizarre. Although they are clearly far away from the realm of ghosts and gods, many of them already have some strange magical powers.

One of the reasons why the Luotian Grand Ceremony was held in Qingcheng was to allow for more exchanges with the people of Qingcheng. There were indeed not many opportunities to gather so many Taoist priests at one time.

Wen Yan was pulled by Qingxuzi and squatted in the front mountain, just like a disciple of Qingcheng. When the sun rose, some Taoist priests arrived early, and Wen Yan was also pulled to meet them.

Wen Yan had no choice. Qingxuzi said he was a junior, so he couldn't say no. He couldn't also hold the book given by Qingxuzi and then tell everyone he met that he was from Fuyu Mountain...

It was not until Yan Zhikong showed up that Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly found an excuse to slip away.

"Master Yan, please stay. I have something to discuss with you. A senior from Laojun Mountain asked me to deliver a letter."

"Which elder is it?"

"Master Pingyangzi."

Upon hearing the name, Yan Zhikong's face became serious and he immediately stretched out his hand to invite him.

"please."

Then he bowed to Qingxuzi.

"Master, forgive me. I will take my leave first."

When Qingxuzi saw Yan Zhikong's attitude, he didn't know what to say and could only let Wen Yan do as he pleased.

Before Wen Yan ran away, he watched Qingxuzi pull him and stuff several books into his hands, telling him to read them first and talk to him later if he didn't understand anything.

Wen Yan brought Yan Zhikong to a secluded pavilion and sent him a bunch of pictures.

"This is what Taoist Master Pingyangzi asked me to pass on to Laojun Mountain. I saw your name was on the list of Qingcheng, so I am waiting for you here.

I took pictures of each page of pictures three times to ensure there are no problems. You can sort them out yourself when you go back.

I really don’t understand the content above, I can only guarantee that the order is correct and the photos are clear. ”

Yan Zhikong hesitated for a moment, but still didn't ask where these pictures came from.

Basically every generation has people coming down from Laojun Mountain. From ancient times to the present, the total number is actually not too large.

Yan Zhikong had naturally heard of the Taoist name Pingyangzi, who was a man who came down from the mountains hundreds of years ago. At that time, there was a time of war and chaos, and demons were rampant.

According to the records of Laojun Mountain, this generation of people who came down the mountain died accidentally. In the end, because the area was a battlefield at the time and it was too chaotic, even their bodies could not be identified.

"Thank you."

Yan Zhikong only glanced at it for a few times, without finishing a single page, before his face straightened, he took a step back in a serious manner, and bowed deeply.

"You're welcome. This senior fought fiercely with the tiger and saved the Lieyang of that generation. After the fierce battle, he trapped the tiger for a long time and died of exhaustion. But I don't know the more specific reasons. These are the things left by this senior."

"These things are extremely valuable. They can fill in a gap in the path that was not taken back then. Many of the words used in them are the words that the predecessors of Laojun Mountain used to record things. It is normal that people outside cannot understand them."

After expressing his gratitude, Yan Zhikong quickly went to contact his master's elders. Today's altar-setting task was not very urgent and had to be postponed.

After dialing the phone and notifying, Yan Zhikong waited for more than ten minutes before calling again.

"Master, Fellow Daoist Wen Yanwen from Mount Fuyu just sent me some handwritten letters from Patriarch Pingyangzi. I have already sent them back. Do you have a computer? Can I take a look at it first?"

"Okay, as long as I read it correctly, I'll trouble Master and the other uncles and aunts to record and proofread it. If possible, could you translate it and give it to Fellow Daoist Wen?"

"Yes, I also think it is appropriate. The master's handwriting has been lost for hundreds of years. It is reasonable to show our appreciation for it now that it has been published."

"Well, Master, it's not that the original version is bad, but... Fellow Daoist Wen is probably not good at these things, and he might misunderstand the original version..."

Yan Zhikong spoke very tactfully and did not dare to say directly that Wen Yan was a Fuyu Mountain warrior who had changed his ways and whose buffs were almost fully stacked.

Before going down the mountain, Yan Zhikong, like his predecessors in Laojun Mountain, always acknowledged the fellow practitioners from the three mountains and five peaks. Although not all of them were hexagonal warriors, at least they must have no shortcomings in the basics.

It was not until he had been down the mountain for some time that he clearly realized the old saying: Every inch has its own strengths and weaknesses.

For example, Wen Yan is indeed good at fighting. At least among his peers, Yan Zhikong feels that no one may be better at fighting than Wen Yan. As for other things, it is hard to say.

The handwritten letter left by the elders of Laojun Mountain fell into Wen Yan's hands, and Wen Yan probably couldn't understand it...

But he felt that the content in it should be helpful to Wen Yan to some extent, so he mentioned it, translated it specially, and gave a copy to Wen Yan.

On the other side, Wen Yan didn't wait for Yan Zhikong. He finished his work and walked into the mountain with his hands behind his back to watch the fun.

Today is the day to set up the platform and open the forum, and tomorrow will be the official opening ceremony.

In addition to people from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, people from all the mountains and sects will come, but they are just here to observe, just like ordinary tourists.

Those who really participate need a quota, and the review is very strict, and the Lieyang Department’s words are not effective.

Wen Yan didn't care. He had a quota for Nanwu County and a quota for Buyeo Mountain. Logically, he also needed to participate in the forum, but he knew his own level and didn't want to embarrass himself.

The suitable places for each mountain and temple in Qingcheng have been planned long ago, and all kinds of altars are available when setting up the altars.

There are all kinds of altars, such as the altar for saving people, the altar for morality, the altar for fortune, the altar for praying, and the altar for auspiciousness, each with its own focus.

The appearance of so many altars together can only happen in such large-scale events.

As it was approaching noon, Wen Yan walked forward in the mountain, each step covering dozens of meters. At this time, he could clearly feel the changes in the aura of the mountain. Some altars had already been set up, while others needed to be opened at noon.

Many of these things were too complicated, so Wen Yan was just like an ordinary tourist, just watching the fun.

When we arrived at the back mountain, we saw that the Demon-Subduing Altar had been set up. After it was opened, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified, as if a giant deity was sitting beside the altars, guarding the place.

Wen Yan then understood why his fourth uncle had just asked him to come here.

He is indeed only suitable to come here. He has no sense of participation in other altars and cannot even recite the scriptures silently. It is really difficult for him.

He met many Taoist priests, each one had deeper knowledge and more solid foundation than the other. Wen Yan could only envy them.

Half a day later, when the sun started to set, Wen Yan couldn't stay any longer, so he called Feng Wei and Tong Si and took them for a walk here.

The official opening will be tomorrow. If these two uninvited ghosts wander around aimlessly, something might get into trouble. I'll take them around tonight and then let them go back.

Otherwise, when the welcoming ceremony begins tomorrow, it would be too unfair if they were mistaken for evil spirits and dealt with easily.

After strolling along the way, they came to the foot of the mountain. Wen Yan blessed them with yang energy, making them appear, and took them to eat, drink and stroll around the town.

When he walked to a corner of the town, Wen Yan saw a place with a sign that said "Octagonal Well".

There is also a stone tablet under the sign, which introduces this octagonal well.

This well is built with stone slabs and is octagonal in shape, so it is called the Octagonal Well. It is said to date back more than a thousand years.

The well water here is sweet and clear and has never dried up for thousands of years. In the past, the people here relied on this well for drinking water, fire fighting and a series of other needs.

It is rarely used nowadays. Every household has running water and there are fire hydrants at regular intervals on the street. This well has become a tourist attraction.

Wen Yan walked here and just finished reading the introduction when he heard a voice behind him.

"Is the matter done?"

Wen Yan's hair stood on end. He didn't even sense the person getting so close to his back in advance. Only after the other person spoke did he sense the evil spirit behind him.

When I turned around, it was indeed Lao Luo whom I saw in the morning.

Lao Luo stood at most two meters away from him, and there was a hint of joy and expectation in his words. Wen Yan was very familiar with this mentality. It was like this when he first received the tax refund. He received unexpected money from the government in a reasonable and legal way. The amount of money was secondary. The main thing was to be happy to get it.

Wen Yan looked at Tong Si beside him. Tong Si had a confused look on her face, with shock in her eyes.

Now Wen Yan felt relieved, Tong Si didn't even sense it.

"I'm done with my work and I'm here to get to know the place. I've never been here before. Let me find out where the Octagonal Well is. As for your question, I'll ask for you."

Wen Yan took out his mobile phone and asked the black box first. The black box had been found and the procedure had been completed.

After the uncle visited the homestay business that advertised the hotel, it decisively accepted the penalty and also studied the relevant regulations at the police station.

As for the bonus for Lao Luo, he has naturally applied for it and it has been approved.

Obviously, they all wanted to resolve the matter as soon as possible to avoid being coveted by a stubborn ghost who was eyeing the two hundred dollars. It would not be worth it if he came to their door.

For this kind of ghost, it is better to follow the rules and it is completely compliant. There is really no need to block it.

Wen Yan dialed the number given by the black box, communicated with the person, and soon received a response.

Tomorrow is the official opening day of the Qingcheng Luotian Grand Ceremony. Not to mention the local Lieyang Tribe, all the various bureaus are working overtime and are on standby at all times.

Wen Yan roughly understood what Lao Luo wanted, so he took Lao Luo to a nearby institute, where the director was already waiting.

Not only was there an official stamped form, but there was also a certificate of honor, and finally two hundred yuan in cash.

Lao Luo was guided through the procedures, smiling so much that the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

After getting the money and the receipt with the official seal, Lao Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Really? This policy is really good."

"Lao Luo, where did you hear these things?" Wen Yan came over and asked.

"I heard from others that if you make contributions, you will not only have money, but also have status if you accumulate a lot."

"Keep this phone number. If you have any problems in the future, just call this number. If you want to know your identity, I can still give you a few words. As long as you can really make a contribution, I promise that no one will hold you back. Whatever you want will be what you deserve."

"What was your name? I forgot."

"My name is Wen Yan, Decheng Wen Yan."

"Decheng Wenyan, I seem to have heard of your name."

When he returned to the town and reached the Octagonal Well, Lao Luo suddenly stopped.

"I remembered something."

"You say."

"Does it count as a merit? Can I get the status?"

"I can't guarantee that. If I agree without hearing anything, I'm just fooling you. We have to discuss each case individually. There are rules. Not everyone in my family has status."

"I saw someone delivering something the other day. They took a small path and told me that they were going to use it tomorrow."

"What? Where?"

"I didn't see anything. It was wrapped up. It was the path from Qingcheng before, the path leading into Taiyin Territory."

As he was speaking, Wen Yan heard a rumbling sound in the sky, coming from a distance.

He looked back for a moment, and when he looked back again, Lao Luo was gone.

Wen Yan looked at Tong Si who was standing beside her, and Tong Si pointed at the octagonal well.

"Suddenly a path extended out of the well, and he followed the path into the well and disappeared."

Wen Yan looked at the octagonal well and was silent for a moment.

Now he felt that meeting Lao Luo, this strange ghost, might not be a coincidence.

He took out his cell phone and asked the black box to check what the loud thunder was.

The black box said that the surrounding area was controlling the weather, and all the clouds that were heading here and might cause rain were controlled in advance, so that it would rain in advance to ensure good weather tomorrow.

This was something that had been planned long ago, and the Meteorological Bureau is also carrying out its tasks according to the plan.

Wen Yan took out his phone and sent a message to the director first. It is better to believe it than not to believe it.

Then he took his men and headed straight for Qingcheng Mountain. He had to inform Taoist Qingxuzi in advance that someone might come to cause trouble.

Wen Yan didn't quite understand. Who on earth would dare to cause trouble at this time? Was he tired of living?
On the other side, under the octagonal well, underground water veins are interconnected in all directions, and the water veins at the bottom of the well connect in all directions. The location of the octagonal well is like eight underground water veins running through it from top to bottom.

At the bottom of the quiet water, a huge snake with a body as black as ink and a broken horn on its head was lying quietly.

The eight water veins passing through here are like eight chains, binding and suppressing it here.

Lao Luo appeared silently, floating in the water, looking at the pitch-black snake.

“I went to see him, and he did have a divine treasure scroll on him, and it was of the water element.

If I get within ten feet of him, I'll definitely be noticed.

His divine talisman has a very high charm, higher than all the water-related talismans in Qingcheng.

Moreover, the rumors should be true, he has no talent for Taoism.

He was very well-behaved and didn't say anything empty words even if he wanted to get some information.

I think that cooperating with the other guys is like courting death.

It’s better to find this person for cooperation directly.

He was accompanied by two ghosts, neither of whom were restrained in any way.

He also respects them and would ask for their advice.

From what I know, he has a good relationship with some monsters.

The only real water god in Xijiang in recent years was the one he tried so hard to bring.

King Guilong should also get along well with him.

I've seen it myself, and I think you should think about it carefully.

It is never too late to pull back from the brink.

Whatever they are going to do tomorrow, you will certainly not do any good.

Moreover, you will never be able to get off the bus and make a new choice.”

Lao Luo spoke calmly and methodically.

After he personally met Wen Yan, some of his original ideas became more firm.

The black snake suppressed here by the water veins opened its eyes, revealing a pair of emerald green vertical pupils.

"Are you sure that it's too late to break off relations with those people now?

“Those people can’t give you what you want, they are just using you, you should know that.

Even if what they said about asking for a title is true, have you ever thought about the cost?
Since ancient times, there has never been a request for a title without paying a price.

Someone has to pay the price. If no one pays the price, you will have to pay it yourself in the end.

I don't trust them. I'd rather trust someone who follows the rules and has a good reputation."

"Just because of this?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Black Snake's tone.

"No, he introduced himself as Decheng Wenyan, not Buyeoshan Wenyan."

"Is that why?"

"Yes." Lao Luo answered this word very firmly.

The black snake stared into Lao Luo's eyes for a long time and then nodded.

"Okay, I will believe you just once."

"No matter who I trust, it's better than trusting those guys." Lao Luo smiled, he took a step forward, his figure gradually turned transparent, and merged into the black snake's body bit by bit.

The black snake's vertical pupils instantly turned into human eyes, and then instantly changed back to the original emerald green vertical pupils. However, the look in its eyes was a little different from before, with a little more humanity in it.

(End of this chapter)