Plane hunting

Chapter 371

Huang Shaohong wandered around the Taoist temple by himself, probably because he had betrayed Zhao Zhijing before, these stinky Taoist priests with wrong views couldn't see his shining point of "fighting against injustice", and all hated him and stayed away.

His eyes were sharp, and he suddenly found the junior brother who stood beside him and told him Cui Zhifang's identity during the competition.

Immediately walked over, and said with a loud smile: "What a coincidence, Junior Brother, we meet again!"

The little Taoist smiled sarcastically: "Brother, I still have something to do, let's talk later!"

Judging by the appearance of the God of Plague, it is obvious that he does not want to talk to him!

How could Huang Shaohong let him run away, he grabbed his wrist: "Don't worry, Junior Brother, by the way, what's your name?"

The little Taoist said with a wry smile: "My name is Zhou Rui (guest star in 'Xiong Ba, Slaughtering the World'), and the Taoist name is 'Jing Cheng', you can let go, brother, I'm in a hurry to go to the toilet!"

"Jing Cheng, right? Why are you in a hurry to go to the toilet? By the way, what is your brother's Dao name called?" Huang Shaohong rubbed his forehead with an expression that I was dizzy and I couldn't remember.

Jingcheng replied: "Brother's Taoist name is Shangjingxiaguang, but he is the second disciple under the master's seat!"

"Second senior brother?... Clean up and down?"

Huang Shaohong is speechless, the fat is the second senior brother, isn't this the discrimination of Chiguoguo, and there is this Taoist name, top net and bottom light, isn't that just wearing no clothes, clean light, clean light, this homonym is not lost Are you naked?
No wonder Lu Qingdu is the villain in the book 'Sculpture of the Gods'. He didn't even come up with a good name!

Huang Shaohong shook his head: "Brother Wei thinks this Dao name is not good, and from now on I will devote myself to Dao, so I changed the Dao name to Jingxiu!"

Jingcheng hurriedly said: "Jingxiu is the name of the third senior brother!"

"What about Jingwei?"

"Fourth Senior Brother!"

"Where's Jingyang?"

"Five senior brothers!"

"What about Jingqing?"

"Seventh Junior Brother!"

".I want to be quiet!"

"Senior brother, no one uses this dao name, but the dao name is bestowed by the master. It's not good for you to change the dao name without authorization!"

Huang Shaohong curled his lips: "Anyway, it's not called Jingguang, it's unlucky. From now on, my Taoist name should be Jingjing!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly asked curiously: "What is the Dao name of the elder brother?"

"Jingdong!"

"Jingdong. Well, there's no one with this name anymore. Lao Zhao really doesn't have the talent for naming names!"

Huang Shaohong pulled Jing Cheng closer to him, and said in a low voice:
"That junior brother, I also know that senior brother didn't get enough sleep last night, and now his head is dizzy, and he can't even remember where he lives. Please help me and send senior brother back!"

Jing Cheng looked embarrassed: "Brother, I really want to go to the toilet!"

Huang Shaohong was afraid that he would pee and run away, so he chuckled and asked, "Can I die if I go late?"

".cannot!"

"Then why are you so anxious, hurry up and send Brother Wei back to his residence, why don't you hurry up!"

Jing couldn't push back her prejudice, so she nodded in agreement.

As a result, Huang Shaohong didn't listen to the direction he was pointing at all, and dragged him around the Chongyang Palace almost all over the place. Everywhere he went, he used the excuse of being dizzy and unable to remember to get useful information from Jing Cheng.

And Jingcheng said several times to go to the toilet, but Huang Shaohong vetoed them all.

Walking all the way, I walked through all the halls and pavilions of Patriarch Hall, Lingguan Hall, Cangjing Pavilion, Qizhen Hall, etc., and I knew it clearly, and I found out where I lived. Then I said:

"That Jingcheng, don't you want to go to the toilet, go quickly!"

Jingcheng pointed to her trouser legs that were just soaked, with a face full of shame and anger.

Huang Shaohong looked at the other party with contempt: "Oh, you child, you are so old that you still pee your pants!"

Jing Cheng didn't speak, and left crying. The teenage boy couldn't stand such a shameful blow.

"Don't worry, you did such a shameful thing, I won't tell others!"

After Huang Shaohong shouted, Jingcheng cried even louder, and trotted on his feet, leaving a clear waterline on the ground.

Huang Shaohong sighed: "What a good boy!"

After turning around like this twice, it was already time to light the lamps. Huang Shaohong wandered to the vegetarian hall. Under the strange eyes of other Taoist priests, he had dinner, not to mention that the vegetarian food of Quanzhen Sect was really delicious.

After eating, he went back to Jing Chengzhi's room and looked at it. He couldn't help frowning. It turned out that this room was not a single room for one person, but a row of bunks that could sleep at least four or five people.

At this time, there was no one in the room, and Huang Shaohong didn't know where he was, so he chose a clean place to lie down, closed his eyes and began to sort out the great shaman inheritance he had just obtained from the 'Bi An Hua'.

In Huang Shaohong's view, the inheritance of the great shaman line is like a hodgepodge of all kinds, such as divination, dancing gods, inviting gods, yin, praying, cursing, spells, witch doctors, etc., covering almost all modern shamans. Cognition of feudal superstition.

Huang Shaohong thought about it carefully, and found that although the practice of the great shaman is not as good as that of Taoism and Buddhism, such as the golden elixir, golden body, flying sword, refining weapon, Tathagata palm, etc., it also has its own uniqueness. It is worth studying by yourself.

I don't know how long it took, Huang Shaohong was taking a nap on the bunk, and when he was studying how to curse others, suddenly there were chaotic footsteps outside.

The footsteps came from far to near, and after a while, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a few Taoist priests came in, the same Taoist priests who wanted to besiege Huang Shaohong before.

"Eldest brother, Second Senior Brother has taken your place!"

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old Taoist turned his head and said to Zhao Zhijing's first disciple 'Jing Dong'.

Jing Dong was only in his early twenties, and said with a sneer, "What second senior brother, a thief who even betrayed his master, is he worthy?"

After finishing speaking, Jingdong stepped forward and kicked on the bunk: "Lu Qingdu, you didn't go to the evening class. I have already reported the matter to Mr. Yin, who presides over the evening class. You can take care of yourself. Now go back to your own bed immediately." Get up!"

Huang Shaohong sat up from the bunk and looked around: "Where is my place?"

Jingdong pointed at it casually, but it was the place closest to the wall inside. It was dark and covered with sludge, which made people feel sick for a while.

"No, I'll just sleep here!"

Huang Shaohong looked around, and found that the place where he was lying was the cleanest, so he turned over and lay down again.

Jingdong's eyes flashed with anger: "Okay, then you can lie down!"

"Let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, he beckoned some young Taoist priests to go out, and after a short time, he turned back, but each of them had an extra whistle stick for walking on mountain roads.

As soon as a few people entered the door, a little Taoist priest bolted the doors and windows. Jingdong pointed at Huang Shaohong with a stick and sneered:

"I planned to deal with you in a few days. Since you are rushing to seek death, I will let you try the hardest. Remember, if you get injured, you will say that you fell, otherwise there will be worse next time!"

After he finished speaking, he greeted all the juniors: "Come on, break one of his legs and vent your anger on Master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Huang Shaohong jumping up with a carp on the bunk. With a shake of his hands, white powder spread all over the sky in an instant, covering his head and face, and covered the Taoist priests headed by Jing Dong all over their bodies. All face.

But he took out a small bag of quicklime from his luggage and threw it out.

"Ah my eyes!"

"It's quicklime."

"The dog thief is treacherous!"

"Come on."

These Taoist priests couldn't care less about doing anything, they threw the whistle sticks, covered their eyes and howled miserably, at the same time they wanted to rush out of the room to find vegetable oil to clean the lime on their eyes.

But the doors and windows had already been plugged, and they couldn't see. They groped to open the door, but Huang Shaohong picked up a whistle stick from the ground, and beat them all over the face.

Then there was a loud crackling sound in the room, and the sound of wailing and begging for mercy came out continuously.

In the quiet room where some disciples of the fourth generation were resting, some Taoist priests who had returned to their residence heard the voice and opened the windows to look at it, but some advised them knowingly:
"It's Senior Brother Jingdong under Senior Uncle Wang who wants to clean up the house, so let's pretend we don't know!"

Someone said in amazement: "But why do I hear Senior Brother Jingdong's screams!"

"How is it possible, it must be a servant!"

This scene was also staged in the quiet rooms of the other four generations of disciples, but the quiet rooms of the third generation disciples such as Yi Zhiping, Cui Zhifang, etc. were far away, and they could not hear the shouts here, so Jing Dong and others dared to sit in the quiet room. Fang Zhong shot Huang Shaohong.

Because of all the above, Huang Shaohong beat Jing Dong and the others for more than half an hour, but no one came to rescue them. This beating was really enjoyable!

Huang Shaohong threw the whistle stick and moved his shoulders: "It's been a long time since I hit someone so much!"

Jing Dong and the others lay on the ground under his feet, moaning in a low voice, their heads and faces couldn't see their original appearance, and each of them was beaten into a pig's head.

Huang Shaohong looked at these people and said with a smile:

"I planned to deal with you in a few days. Since you are looking for death, I will let you try it. Remember, if you are injured, you will say that you fell, otherwise there will be worse next time!"

Huang Shaohong returned exactly what Jingdong said before, kicked him a few times at the end, and asked, "Did you hear that?"

He didn't stop until Jingdong and the others vaguely said that they heard it. He took out a bucket of soybean oil from his luggage and poured it directly on the heads of several people: "Wash your face, don't be blind again in a while!"

Although Jingdong and the others were resentful in their hearts, they still endured the pain in their bodies and began to wipe away the lime in their eyes with soybean oil.

Huang Shaohong waited for them to finish washing, then tore the quilts on the bunk into strips, tied up these people with Japanese rope technique, and covered their mouths with rags. If you resist, you will be beaten severely immediately.

After finishing everything, Huang Shaohong lay back on the bunk, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This sleep lasted until the middle of the night, and he opened his eyes just after midnight, got up and started to do things.

Huang Shaohong had already familiarized himself with the terrain of Chongyang Palace during the day, and knew the location of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion. At this time, if he wanted to vote and then go down the mountain, would he really want to be a Taoist priest here?

After he got up, he didn't care about the fellow disciples who were tied up by him on the ground, opened the door and left the quiet room. After closing the door, he looked around and saw that there was no one around in the dead of night, so he walked in the direction of the scripture storage pavilion. go.

Before he reached the Sutra Pavilion, his ears moved suddenly, and he vaguely heard the sound of someone crying in a low voice behind the Lingguan Hall.

The sound was extremely faint, and if it wasn't for the silence of the night and Huang Shaohong's amazing hearing, no one else could have heard the sound.

The place of the temple was already empty, but in the middle of the night there were sudden bursts of crying, creating a creepy and eerie atmosphere.

But Huang Shaohong didn't believe that there were any ghosts and gods in this world of martial arts, so he walked towards the place where the sound came from, wanting to see who it was that stayed up in the middle of the night and howled here.

It's not that he's very curious, it's that the Sutra Pavilion is not far from here, if he is seen by this crying man when he steals the scriptures by himself, it will be another trouble, why don't you find out who it is in advance, if you can It's best if you send it away.

Walking around the Lingguan Hall, I saw a little Taoist priest squatting at the corner behind the Taoist Hall, with his head buried on his knees, his body undulating slightly, and weeping. It can be seen that although he is crying, he is still crying. But he tried hard to control himself not to make too much noise.

"Who is crying here in the middle of the night?"

Huang Shaohong stepped forward and asked a question, wanting to see who it was, and then knocked him unconscious, but the other party raised his head when he heard his question, which made him startled.

It turned out that the person hiding here crying was none other than the little Taoist priest Jingcheng who led him during the day.

Seeing that it was Huang Shaohong, the little Taoist immediately cried out with sobs: "Senior Brother Qingdu!" Then he continued to lower his head and began to cry, but this time he cried even harder than before.

Huang Shaohong had a good impression of this kid, so he squatted down immediately, and asked with a smile: "Jingcheng, how grown-up are you, why are you still crying? If you have anything to say to senior brother, senior brother will help you decide!"

Jingcheng raised his head and gave Huang Shaohong a blank look, and then said it aggrievedly without concealing it.

It turned out that he peed his pants during the day, and when he went back to change his pants, other senior brothers saw him, and he was immediately laughed at, and those people also told the other senior brothers about it.

As a result, almost all the four generations of Quanzhen disciples have spread the word, and Jingcheng has also become the object of ridicule by others.

That's why this kid couldn't stand it. He stayed up in the middle of the night and ran to a remote place to cry alone. He didn't expect to meet Huang Shaohong again.

After hearing this, Huang Shaohong touched his nose, as the culprit of delaying others from going to the toilet and making him pee his pants, he was somewhat embarrassed at this moment.

He coughed lightly: "Okay, don't cry, who spread the news, I will help you out!"

Jingcheng choked up and said: "It's the seventh junior brother and the others, but revenge is unnecessary, I just feel a little uncomfortable, and it will be better tomorrow!"

Huang Shaohong spat: "Sure enough, he is Zhao Zhijing's apprentice again. The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. There is no good thing!"

Jingcheng wiped away his tears, looked at him blankly, and reminded: "Brother, please don't say that about Master, the other two of us are also Master's apprentices!"

"Haven't you heard of Xiangyouxinsheng, we two are dignified, upright, chic and suave, and look like Pan An, of course it's not on this list. Hey, brat, what kind of eyes do you have, how dare you look at me suspiciously , believe it or not, I will beat you!"

Huang Shaohong saw the pitiful crying of the teenage child, so he wanted to give him some compensation, and immediately asked:

"Jingcheng, let me ask you, why did you come to Chongyang Palace to become a monk?"

Without even thinking about it, Jing Cheng replied directly: "I want to practice martial arts well and become a hero like Qiu Shi's uncle, punish rape and evil, and drive out the Tartars!"

The little Taoist is not very big, and when he said these words, he was quite imposing.

"Good ambition!"

Huang Shaohong praised, and then pulled Jingcheng up: "Go, I will do you a favor now, so that you can fulfill this dream ahead of schedule!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, Jingcheng said anxiously: "Brother Qingdu, what are you going to do?"

"Follow me and you'll know!"

Huang Shaohong pulled Jing Cheng towards the Sutra Pavilion, and when he reached the door, he pushed the door open and entered.

On the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, a middle-aged Taoist priest on duty was sitting cross-legged on a futon to practice internal skills. When he heard the door being pushed open, he suddenly opened his eyes: "Who trespassed on the Sutra Pavilion!"

Jing Cheng was frightened, and quickly said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Zhang, we...we went to the wrong place!"

Huang Shaohong pulled him and strode towards that uncle Zhang, and said with a light smile, "That's right, I'm here to inform you of something!"

Uncle Zhang raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

Huang Shaohong grabbed Jingcheng with his left hand, stretched five fingers with his right hand and grabbed Uncle Zhang, saying:
"Robbery!"

"Looking for death!" Uncle Zhang snorted coldly, and also spread his five fingers to grab Huang Shaohong, with a very condescending expression.

But as soon as he stretched out his palm, Huang Shaohong's hand suddenly accelerated and grabbed his neck directly. When he pinched his acupuncture point with his thumb, this Uncle Zhang fainted instantly.

Huang Shaohong asked Jing Cheng, who was already confused: "Who is this guy, and why is he so good!"

Jing Cheng swallowed his saliva: "Brother, you have caused trouble, this is Zhang Zhiguang and Uncle Zhang!"

"It's a good name, if you want to be snatched away by me, then I won't be polite!"

Huang Shaohong immediately let go of Jing Cheng, a little Taoist priest, and quickly packed the books on the surrounding bookshelves into the luggage without looking at them. He planned to not let go of any of them.

(End of this chapter)