He wandered around in the world and waited for decades. When Yun Kong also passed away, he stayed at the burial place in depression and could not leave.
Unexpectedly, more than 800 years later, the cloud sky of that year would appear before us again!
He escaped into the heart of the old worker and suddenly felt surrounded by a peaceful warmth.
He felt confused for a while, and then he was filled with emotion.
It turns out that Yun Kong’s compassion back then was true!
it is true!
The old worker's horse steps were still steady, and the red cloud passed through his body, turning into a wisp of white smoke and slowly dissipating.
Hundreds of years of resentment were resolved overnight.
All the people in the place were dumbfounded.
They still haven't figured out what's really going on.
"Public security, arrest him!" the captain yelled angrily, breaking the silence.
Several more police officers came outside and escorted the old worker out of the gate and took him to the Public Security Bureau.
The old worker made no resistance, but insisted on holding the mahogany sword in his hand.
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Yun Kong leaned against the old lonely pine, and his consciousness gradually became clearer.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was not late yet, and white air had already appeared in the mountains, reflecting the sunlight, making them look white and light.
Yun Kong struggled to get up and shook his head, trying to drive away the confusion in his mind.
He no longer cared about the dream he had just had.
His thinking has become sharper, and the five words Master gave him have a clue.
"Deep mountains... ashes... the two must be related!"
He thought about it and suddenly felt an inspiration: "Master once mentioned two other masters..." Yunkong joined Taoist Polu at the age of four. When he was twelve years old, he visited Yinshan Temple with his master and senior brother, and stayed there for many years. , became acquainted with Master’s friends Deng Xin and Master Deng Huo. He spent his teenage years in Yinshan Temple. From then on, Yun Kong's thoughts were neither a monk nor a Tao, a monk or a Tao.
"That's right!" He suddenly realized, "There is a light burning in the heart of the lamp... The two masters were inseparable twins back then, but now they are in their twilight years. The word "ashes" is not a correct metaphor for the end of their lives? Is "deep mountain" a bad metaphor for the Yinshan Temple? "
As soon as he learned the answer, he immediately packed up his luggage and raced down the mountain.
These two old men are his biggest spiritual mentors!
He came to this mountain top where he felt relaxed and could watch the changes of yin and yang and the majestic spirit.
Although he has left and the mountain is no longer cloudy, its momentum remains unchanged.
The afternoon mountain rain came, moistening every inch of soil.
The plants and trees that have absorbed the moisture become more charming.
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He had been staying in the detention center of the Public Security Bureau all day and night. He had not had any water and was very hungry.
He looked up at the tall iron grilled window and watched the changes in the sky without feeling bored at all.
With a bang, the iron gate opened behind him.
"Have a meal!"
He glanced slightly and clearly saw a large bowl of white rice with a piece of pork dripping with fat next to it!
He stroked the mahogany sword.
After eating, the police took him out of the prison, quickly completed the formalities, and took him to an office.
There was a fat man sitting in the office. He buried himself in a comfortable leather chair. There was a "Director" nameplate on his desk.
"Are you good at catching ghosts?" he asked straightforwardly.
The old worker didn't answer.
The director deliberately said in a contemptuous tone: "I didn't expect that the old idea of exorcising ghosts and catching demons, which I haven't seen for decades, would come back again?"
"Ghosts and demons will not disappear because of thoughts, just like the sun and moon will not stop moving because of thoughts." The old worker said with an honest smile.
"Your thoughts have been contaminated. Aren't you afraid of being corrected by your thoughts?"
"The director gave me a delicious meal. I guess he wants something from me. You're welcome, director. Please tell me."
The director was not angry. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and tapped it on the table: "You are a straightforward person. It is not easy to get along like this." After careful consideration, he decided that it would be less troublesome to say it directly. So he sighed: "To tell you the truth, there are a lot of things here, and they often cause mischief..."
"I know."
"Huh?"
"I saw it in prison last night."
"Great," the director smiled, and the grease on his face squeezed his eyes away. "If you are willing to help, I will find a way to make you a captain, okay?"
The old worker nodded: "The captain's words are justifiable."
"Happy, when will you start?"
"Now." He pointed his mahogany sword upward, and a wave of telepathy was immediately thrown out, and a monster suddenly appeared on the ceiling.
The monster was revealed, and he looked down at his body in panic.
When the director was surprised, the old worker called out another one.
Taomu Sword trembled with excitement.
The night is deep and the sound of people gradually disappears, leaving only the chirping of insects and unknown night cries.
There was only one lamp left in the Xu family's house that was lit. The light illuminated Mr. Xu's abacus and his old and skinny fingers, which were dexterously playing with the abacus.
He looked through the account books, sometimes frowning and sometimes raising his eyebrows, irritated by the large number of numbers.
He muttered words and counted the accounts.
This account is wrong! He knew from the handwriting that his wife kept the accounts herself, but she never made any mistakes in her accounts.
Mr. Xu braced himself hard and didn't want to go to sleep anymore.
At this moment, a sudden chill hit me. Mr. Xu pulled on his shawl to block the coldness.
But the chill doesn't go away.
The chill just won't go away.
He frowned.
He frowned for two reasons.
Firstly, because he had no energy to begin with, and he had read under the candlelight for too long, so his eyes were very tired, and tears could not drive away the burning in his eyeballs.
The second reason was that he noticed someone behind him. From the corner of his eye, he saw that he must be a child.
There is only one child in Xu's house, his eldest grandson.
He dotes on this grandson very much.
Why is my grandson still up at midnight? How does the wet nurse take care of the child? I have to scold her tomorrow.
"Ping'er, why aren't you sleeping yet?" He didn't look back and was still busy fiddling with his abacus, "Grandpa is busy and won't be with you anymore. Go to sleep..."
The grandson didn't answer.
Mr. Xu looked back with a kind smile on his face.
But when he saw his grandson, his smile suddenly froze.
That's not his grandson.
The bigger question is, who is this child?
"Whose child are you?" He was full of doubts and asked sullenly: "Why did you come to my house in the middle of the night?"
The child had a small piece of bangs in front of his forehead. The clothes on his body showed that he belonged to a well-fed family. His two red cheeks looked really good under the light.
"Who are you?" Mr. Xu softened his tone when he saw how cute he was.
The kid still didn't answer, just smiled sinisterly.
In fact, he smiles very cutely.
Perhaps it was the dim candlelight that made his innocent smile look weird.
Mr. Xu looked at him for a while and saw that the child was holding a cloth bag, so he changed his question: "What is that in your hand?"
This is the right question.
The child smiled brightly, turned the bag over, and poured out all the contents.
There was a thud on the ground, and there were a lot of soft and elastic eyeballs.
His eyes were rolling on the ground.
Mr. Xu screamed strangely and fell from his stool to the ground. His tired nerves immediately became extremely excited.
He was crawling around on the ground, shouting like a slaughtering pig, and his usual majesty was gone.
The child finally made a sound.
The child laughed.
It is very clear and sweet, and makes people laugh with joy after listening to it.
The eyes seemed to be alive, and they rolled to Mr. Xu's side, curiously looking at his ugly appearance.
Some disobedient eyes wandered along the walls and ceilings, rolled under the table, or got stuck in the gaps in the floor tiles.
Mr. Xu was so frightened that he couldn't even scream.
He felt the chill flow down his calves, surge up into his lower abdomen, and penetrate into his heart.
When the chill enveloped his heart, he passed out.
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"Madam! There is a Taoist priest!"
Yun Kong turned around when he heard the sound and saw a young maid standing by the half-opened door, calling to the inner courtyard.
Is there a Taoist priest?
He looked left and right to make sure he was the only Taoist priest on the road.
When he passed the city of Bozhou, he wondered if his master had told him about the city where Shang Tang caught the flying chariot. However, he was afraid of being delayed so he didn't go in. He took a detour from the outskirts of the city and passed a house, but he was stopped by someone.
The maid walked down the steps, waved to Yunkong and said, "Taoist priest, please come here."
Yun Kong frowned slightly and quickly turned his thoughts around.
In fact, he was on his way to Yinshan Temple to find the two masters Deng Xin and Deng Huo.
