Linchuan Prefecture is located in the middle of Qingzhou.
Because it is close to the Lancang River, it is a land of plenty and thousands of hectares of fertile farmland.
Therefore, the first emperor gave it the name Linjiang Prefecture, but later it was renamed Linchuan Prefecture to avoid taboos!
Because the late emperor once practiced here when he was young, and then competed in the world to win over the empress of Nanchen, creating a prosperous age in Tai Sui Dynasty.
Therefore, the Taoist sect in Linchuan Mansion flourished and the incense flourished!
And because the late emperor once issued three oral edicts and presented them to Baiyun Temple, it established its transcendent status!
Not only wealthy businessmen often come to offer incense, but also dignitaries from Qingzhou Prefecture make a special trip to visit.
Over time, Baiyunguan has become the leader of Linchuan Prefecture, and there is a vague tendency to annex and expand.
Even if there were some violations of the law, the people in the court would turn a blind eye.
After all, those three oral edicts are still engraved on the stone tablet of Baiyun Temple.
Even Xuanjing Division is not willing to make himself uncomfortable!
Today's Baiyun Temple not only has an endless stream of incense, but also has thousands of Taoist temples and thousands of palaces!
According to the legend of Linchuan Prefecture, the master of Baiyun Temple is a man of great cultivation.
Not only does he have transcendent cultivation, he is also able to control a golden-armored god named "Yellow Turban Hercules"!
If you are destined, you can be valued by the temple master, and you can even wait for the immortal path in a mortal body and transform into a yellow scarf warrior!
Now, the annual Xuanmen Conference is approaching.
Those who are destined can be selected as Taoist disciples, become disciples of Taoist masters, and even more, they can become Yellow Turban warriors.
Joining Baiyun Temple is the long-cherished wish of countless people in Linchuan Prefecture!
The same goes for Wang Lin!
He never imagined that a certain Taoist priest would actually accept him as a disciple.
Wang Lin, who was wearing a long robe, looked at himself in the bronze mirror and smiled slightly.
He has a younger brother who is studying outside.
If you come back and see yourself in the robe of Baiyun Temple, you will probably be surprised, right?
"Right now, I can become a Qi Refiner!"
Dreaming about the future, Wang Lin walked out of the room in a state of intoxication.
Although it was still early in the morning, the Taoist priests were very strict as the conference was approaching and they were worried that someone would cause trouble.
From time to time, guards holding long swords passed by, and the huge white cloud temple was shrouded in solemnity.
"Senior Brother Wen, are you there?"
Wang Lin gently knocked on the door next door twice, thinking of going to the city with his senior brother for a walk.
Suddenly he patted himself and laughed at himself: "How could I forget! Senior Brother Wen is lucky enough to be selected as the Yellow Turban Warrior. Why is he still here?"
Senior Brother Wen entered the school three days before him.
It is said that when the elder saw Brother Wen, his eyes lit up!
"Comparing people with each other is so annoying."
Wang Lin sighed and walked toward the door.
Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure and waved quickly: "Senior Brother Li..."
Senior Brother Li is an old man from Baiyun Temple, and is highly regarded by the temple master and several elders.
Now in Baiyun Temple, it is even more important to manage the assignment of new disciples.
Wang Lin had always thought that if he could curry favor with him, he would be able to get a lucrative job.
However, Senior Brother Li seemed to have never heard it.
He looked around cautiously and walked straight towards the back mountain.
Wang Lin noticed that not only Senior Brother Li, but also several elders were going straight to the back mountain, and they were all very careful.
"Could it be that there's something big going on in the back mountain?"
Wang Lin felt hot in his heart.
Those are all the big shots in Baiyun Temple. It would be good if I could get to know them, even if I could start a fight with them.
The more he thought about it, the more he became more and more excited. Wang Lin followed the elders very cautiously.
Only then did he notice.
There are many bright red traces on the ground behind the mountain.
Slightly fishy smell.
Directly ahead is a courtyard.
Between the shades of the trees, it looked quite gloomy.
The door was closed, and the strong smell of incense and candles came along with the low sound of chanting.
"Blessings are born to the Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, blessings are born to the Infinite Heavenly Lord..."
Wang Lin chanted the slogan softly, licked his fingers slightly, and lightly pierced the paper window.
It was beyond his expectation.
There are surprisingly many people in this courtyard.
The three elders and several senior brothers in charge are actually here!
They surrounded the city in front of the Taoist Temple and chanted scriptures.
Everyone has a bright red magic weapon at hand!
Either it is refined with human bones, or it is poured with human blood!
There were even a few bloody heads, placed so quietly next to the lotus throne in the center!
Weird and spooky!
Wang Lin tried his best to suppress his heartbeat and breathing.
I wanted to leave, but my legs felt like they were filled with mercury and it was difficult to move!
"Kaka——"
The low grinding sound came from far to near.
Two tall senior brothers walked out of the Taoist Hall.
Wang Lin recognized them.
This is the senior who teaches newcomers the techniques and helps manage the Punishment Hall!
The sound of friction approaches.
A figure was dragged out!
It’s actually Senior Brother Wen!
Wang Lin covered his mouth and almost screamed.
At this moment, Senior Brother Wen doesn't look like a human being at all.
The whole body is mottled, and the eyes are empty and dark.
Wang Lin watched as Senior Brother Li, who had always been extremely kind, slowly corrected his posture as "Senior Brother Wen", stood upright in the middle of the lotus throne, and casually stuffed two blood-colored crystal-like objects into the dark cave. middle.
"rise!"
The three elders all roared, and the magic formula in their hands changed!
The door to the Taoist Temple is open!
What caught Wang Lin's eyes was a thick pool of blood.
It exudes heat, and corpses floating in it can be seen while rolling.
The red-gold scalding liquid soared from the thick pool and landed around "Senior Brother Wen".
In an instant, there was the sound of skin being torn apart.
A golden protector stands dignifiedly!
"This, this is the 'Yellow Turban Warrior'?"
Wang Lin was frightened out of his mind. He tried his best to control his pace and walked towards the back.
When he exited the back mountain area, he ran towards the house as fast as he could.
The door to the small courtyard was pushed open.
When Senior Brother Li walked through the shade of the trees, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The grass on the ground seems to be a little sunken!
Could it be that?
He turned back suddenly and his eyes fell on the paper window.
A small hole, extremely clear.
Aimed in the direction of the Taoist Temple!
Senior Brother Li's expression turned cold for a moment.
He suddenly remembered.
When he went to the back mountain, he seemed to be greeted by a new disciple.
Perhaps, he saw who was following him?
what do you say that is?
"Wang Lin!"
Wang Sheng, who was still carrying the book box on his back, was a little excited: "I didn't expect that Brother Chen, your direction is actually Linchuan Mansion. My brother is over there!"
Chen Xiu smiled faintly: "Yes. However, you are very brave. Even a scholar dares to come out."
At this moment, he had already shed his Shura Nirvana and put it between his clothes.
He even put on a light-colored outfit, giving him a bit of a martial arts vibe.
"Hehe, I didn't meet any bad guys. In the meantime, I was with the gentleman from the Xuanjing Division, so no bad guys dared to come."
Wang Sheng sighed with some pity: "It's a pity that you, sir, have gone to the White Tiger Sect and can't accompany us."
Chen Xiu smiled and said nothing.
At the inn, he wrote a letter and asked the waiter to deliver it to Wang Sheng.
Let him mistakenly think that he has left.
Then change your clothes and go with him in the name of "Chen Mo".
"Brother Chen, there is an inn over there. How about we go and have something to eat?" Wang Sheng touched his stomach and said a little sheepishly.
Chen Xiu raised his head slightly and sneered: "Okay."
There is no village in the front and no store in the back.
In the middle of the mountain, dozens of miles are deserted.
But there is an inn that is open for business leisurely.
