"My master heard that the Taoist priest traveled around the world, and what he saw and heard was very different from that of ordinary people like us.
I just want to hear those unheard of anecdotes. If the Taoist priest can speak well..."
These words made the old Taoist priest chuckle, stroke his long beard, and glance secretly at Zhao Ji, who was sitting in front of him with a very reserved posture.
"It doesn't matter, the old Taoist believer Zhao has a good eye for him, so there is no harm in talking to the believer."
Next, the old Taoist priest started to talk, oh no... he talked about what he had seen and heard in his long monastic career.
He has gone to the Kunlun Mountains to search for a path, and has also gone to the ends of the earth to watch the ebb and flow of the tide. He once saw a big fish that could swallow an entire city in one mouthful.
I have also seen ferocious beasts that can speak human words. All in all, Zhao Ji listened with great interest and relish, and even asked for details from time to time.
When I heard this old Taoist talk about meeting a scholar who was disturbed by ghosts in his dream and sucked his essence, if the Taoist hadn't taken action in time, he would have disappeared.
Hearing this, Zhao Ji's eyelids twitched wildly, his face turned slightly dark, he cleared his throat and pretended to be casual.
"Listen to what the Taoist Master said, those who can enter dreams are all monsters and evil creatures? Is it possible that the same can't be done for immortals and others?"
Hearing this, as a fraudster, oh no, a seasoned Taoist with rich experience in cultivation, he chuckled after hearing this.
"Zhao Xinshi, immortals are all heavenly beings. Their longevity is endless. They have magical powers and can move mountains and seas at their fingertips. The art of entering dreams is naturally easy."
"Moreover, immortals swallow clouds and spit out mist, and are free in the world. They have no desires or pursuits. Therefore, how difficult it is for immortals to enter the dreams of ordinary people."
"What's more, who can guarantee that the person who enters the dream must be an immortal and not a demon with malicious intentions?"
"Speaking of this, the old Taoist once encountered a strange thing fifty years ago. A nightmare took away a person's luck..."
"..."
Yang Jian looked at this veteran Taoist, who was probably in his early fifties, but considering that he was a Taoist who lived a long life, it was unusual for him not to be old.
What's more, the officials didn't say anything, so naturally there was no need for him to stand up and be a villain.
After all, the official family admires Taoism and likes to make friends with Taoist alchemists. Maybe within a few months, this old Taoist will become the official's consultant for cultivating immortals.
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"Master, why did you just tell that believer so many stories about ghosts and demons, about killing people and sucking up Yuan Yang in his dreams?"
The old Taoist stood at the door of this inconspicuous little Taoist temple, watching the group of rich and noble people drifting away, and the disciples around him asked in a low voice.
"Haha... As a teacher, I noticed that this believer was reserved in his words and inadvertently pointed out his anger, and I knew that he was either rich or noble."
"Since he mentioned that immortals are dreaming, there is a good chance that the old Taoist has met his colleague..."
"In this case, can I still keep my hand as a teacher?"
The disciple's face suddenly showed a look of astonishment, and everyone was doing the business of taking people's money and eliminating disasters with them.
In this kind of business, it is natural that peers are enemies, and everyone hopes that the exclusive business will be more exciting.
If there are people vying for business, of course they can't be lenient or show mercy.
Zhao Ji, who was sitting in the carriage, looked a little gloomy, and his mind was filled with what the Taoist priest just said about various monsters and monsters in his dreams.
I couldn't help but murmur in my heart, although I was sure that Gao Zhang's child would not have any ill intentions towards me.
Could it be that some demons and ghosts are possessing him, confusing him, and trying to devour the vitality and true yang of himself, the best person in the world...
Yang Jian, who was beside the carriage, heard the official Zhao Ji's call from inside the carriage. He quickly dismounted and got into the carriage.
When he saw the official Zhao Ji sitting in the carriage with a serious expression, he quickly bent down and lowered his head.
"I wonder what the official's instructions are for calling the slaves?"
"Tell me, Tokyo, the imperial capital of our Song Dynasty, why are there still evil things causing trouble?"
"Ah, this..."
Yang Jian's head buzzed, Guanjia, what kind of strange question are you asking? This slave is just a eunuch, not an immortal, okay?
But facing the look from the official, Yang Jian's mind worked frantically for a few blinks, and finally thought of a suitable phrase.
"The official family, Bianliang, Tokyo, has a population of more than one million. Among the mixed fish and dragons, there may also be the evil spirits mentioned by the official family."
"But I feel that the official is the emperor, blessed with the luck of the dynasty, and protected by the country, so he should treat evil spirits as if they are nothing."
"Well..." After hearing the answer given by Yang Jian, Zhao Ji nodded slightly with satisfaction.
This makes sense, but...
Next, the official Zhao Ji's expression was dull and his eyes were flickering. Yang Jian couldn't understand what this official who liked to think about things blindly was thinking.
After a long time, I heard the official speak slowly.
"I remember asking you to go find Gao Aiqing and inquire about Gao Zhang. It seems that he once mentioned that he had been seriously ill more than a month ago."
"At that time, it seemed like he didn't even recognize his parents, right?"
Hearing this, Yang Jian's heart moved. Could it be that after listening to the words of the old Taoist who knew the magic of immortality, the officials had some suspicions about the sweet-mouthed boy?
Hiss... Doesn't that mean that here, you can secretly poke the ground and apply eye drops or something?
"Yes, the official family, when I heard the news, I didn't care much about it.
But today I heard what the Taoist priest said, and when the officials mentioned it, I felt a little..."
"Since that Taoist priest is good at exorcising evil spirits, how about..."
Official Zhao Ji narrowed his eyes, considered for a long time, then nodded slightly, raised his hand to signal Yang Jian to come closer, and whispered.
After Zhao Ji entered the palace, Yang Jian quietly left the palace city again and galloped straight towards the new Cao Gate of Bianliang City.
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"Please also inform Zhao Xinshi that Pindao will definitely handle it with care and will not slack off."
"Well, that's good." Yang Jian stood up with satisfaction, and walked toward the outside of the temple accompanied by the Taoist priest.
After sending the self-proclaimed butler out of the gate and watching him drive away, Daozhang Zhang showed an excited and weird smile.
"Interesting, hahahaha..."
"Master, why are you laughing? Just now, the housekeeper invited Master to come and exorcise evil spirits among the believers and disciples. Is there something fishy here?"
"You don't need to say much, just cheer up and tidy up the temple. Remember, show me all your abilities and methods to Pindao."
After saying that, Zhang Laodao quickly entered the main hall of the Taoist temple and saluted the enshrined clay statue.
This Zhao Xinshi is obviously a very wealthy man. As long as he can perform brilliantly and catch his eye, he will definitely be successful in the future.
Besides, exorcising evil spirits from children, haha... How could a veteran like me, Master Dao, lack the means to scare children into tears?
