With the return of Jing Xiaosi, the eldest son, the Chang'an Marquis Mansion became increasingly restless. As soon as Jing Xiaosi entered the mansion, he lived in Mrs. Jing's courtyard. As for his cheap brother, he didn't even look at it. No matter what Chang'an Hou did.
Jing Chao would not live long. Once the Marquis of Chang'an confirmed that he was not his son, he would not be able to stay in the palace. Sure enough, the commotion lasted until midnight, and Niu's mother and son were escorted to Zhuangzi overnight to 'recuperate'.
At that time, in Jinhua Temple outside the city, Taicheng Zhenren, who had a more stable cultivation, had been very proud of himself for the past half year. However, when he saw his senior fellow apprentice Taoist Taiyang, who had silver hair and wrinkled skin, his good mood suddenly disappeared, and his eyes were horrified. Looking at this junior brother.
"Did you get a backlash? Who, who did you fight with, and why?" Master Taicheng was very angry. Someone dared to disturb their Jinhua Temple. They didn't take him seriously.
Taiyang Taoist Master held his painful chest and coughed a few times, and said: "It's a rabbit and a fox. I accidentally hit the Taoist. But that's not the point now. Please help me, senior brother."
"You've already been hit by a backlash, why isn't it the main point?" Taicheng Zhenren frowned, with some doubts, and said: "You have reached the ninth level of Taoism, but you are still hit by a backlash. The opponent's Taoism is actually much better than you. What a bastard." Bastard?"
Taiyang Taoist Master said with a sullen face: "If my technique hadn't been broken and suffered a backlash, how could he have tricked me?"
"What technique?"
Taiyang Taoist pursed his lips and his eyes were a little dodgey.
Master Taicheng became more and more suspicious, squinting at him, suddenly thought of something, and asked in surprise: "Have you practiced those forbidden arts?"
Taoist priest Taiyang lowered his head.
"You're crazy!" Seeing his appearance, Master Taicheng said angrily: "We come from the righteous way and are true disciples of the righteous way. How dare you violate the master's order and practice forbidden arts in private?" ?”
Taoist Master Taiyang argued: "Senior Brother, I just want to cultivate for immortality. I also want to cultivate to be stronger so as to enhance the prestige of our Jinhua Temple."
"Shut up!" Taicheng Zhenren scolded: "Cultivation of immortality is a righteous way of immortality, not an evil technique that is not tolerated by heaven and earth. Do you remember the old Qingpingguan, the Taoist priest named Chi Zhenzi, who had more talent in cultivation than anyone else? "High, but he willingly followed the evil path in order to cultivate the so-called Great Way to Heaven, and practiced the forbidden technique, which was despised by the righteous Taoists in the world, and was not tolerated by the masters. He was killed in the Tianjue Valley, and his soul was scattered."
Taiyang Taoist Priest sneered: "Of course I remember that Chi Zhenzi said he was killed. Who knows if he is really dead? I don't believe he didn't have any life-saving skills. Maybe he used some forbidden skills to fake his death to make his senior brother think he was dead." His soul is gone."
Tai Chengzhen fell back in anger and sneered: "Are you saying that because you want to be like him?"
"Senior brother, I just thought that our Jinhua Temple is stronger. Is it my fault?" Master Taicheng said anxiously: "Now is not the time to care about this. Senior brother, you must help me. Only you can help me. .”
"What kind of forbidden technique are you using?"
"Grab your birthday."
What?
Master Taicheng's vision went dark, and he pointed at him with shaking hands: "You, you, you, you are not afraid of being punished by God."
No, it's already happened. Look at the backlash. His life span has been short for twenty or thirty years, right?
"Your cultivation has also regressed?" Master Taicheng asked in shock.
Taoist Master Taiyang nodded with a grimace. Otherwise, he would not have thought of asking his senior brother for help.
Master Taicheng staggered again. He really wanted to be struck unconscious by a thunderbolt.
This was a big blow.
"You are really confused, are you stupid?" Master Taicheng was so angry that he cursed: "Such a forbidden technique is not tolerated by heaven and earth. Once the technique is completed, you will inevitably suffer five disadvantages and three shortcomings. Once the technique is broken, you will suffer backlash. How could you do such a thankless thing? Are you crazy? What benefits did the other party promise you?"
Yes, for a while Taiyang couldn't see with both eyes and spent a whole month in seclusion. Is it because he planted such a forbidden technique?
"Senior brother, I can't help it. That is my only son. If I don't save him, he will definitely die. Senior brother, I only have this son."
Master Taicheng was confused. He didn't even have a Taoist companion. When did a son appear?
Taoist Master Taiyang explained: "Ten years ago, when I was walking in the secular world, I practiced double cultivation with a woman..."
Master Taicheng's old face turned fierce, "Stop talking, I'm so embarrassed when I hear that."
But when he revealed the identity of the child, Taicheng Zhenren jumped up and stared with a pale face: "So you are saying that you made the Marquis of Chang'an an old bastard?"
Junior brother, you are so awesome, you are so jealous of a prince, you are so capable of seeking death.
Marquis of Chang'an: Where is the sword? Where is my sword?
Taiyang Taoist Master said: "I only had that child that time. Senior brother, you have to know that as our cultivation level gets higher and there are checks and balances from heaven, it will be more difficult to have offspring. I I have no intention of becoming a Taoist couple, I just want to practice Taoism, so I have to keep this child."
"The name is unjust and the words are unjust. Who knows if you had an affair with that good woman and couldn't bear it for the sake of heaven, which made the child born weak... No, the technique was broken, you suffered the backlash, and the child cannot escape." Taicheng The real person looked at Taiyang's face carefully and counted with his fingers. As his face became paler and paler, sweat appeared on his forehead, and his throat felt a little fishy.
Fortune-telling is more difficult than for ordinary people if you tell the fortune of your fellow disciples. This calculation made Master Taicheng's aura a bit chaotic.
Master Taicheng performed a small weekly breath adjustment and sighed: "Junior brother, since you want to cultivate immortality, why bother to be obsessed with future generations? What's the point of you cultivating immortality but watching your descendants take a step ahead of you one by one? ? That child has a close relationship with you after all, so don’t make the wrong mistake in this business and ruin your cultivation."
Taoist Taiyang's face sank: "Senior brother, what do you mean?"
"That child won't live long." Master Taicheng said with a cold face: "This is the karma you have made, it is your destiny."
"Senior brother!" Taoist Master Taiyang's face was a little distorted. He didn't believe in fate. He gritted his teeth and said, "Senior brother, are you going to watch your nephew die?"
Master Taicheng frowned: "Junior brother, don't be stubborn. Once this child's life experience cannot be concealed, the Marquis of Chang'an will not let it go."
Taoist Master Taiyang chuckled: "What do you think he dares to do to me, a warlock?"
When Master Taicheng saw him like this, his eyebrows furrowed into the Chinese character "Chuan". There was a hint of ominousness in his heart. He felt that the plagued junior brother would bring big trouble to the Taoist temple, so he said: "Junior brother..."
"It's not good, it's not good." A Taoist boy rushed in and crawled in. His navy blue Taoist hat fell to the ground. He raised his head and said to Master Taicheng: "Master, it's not good. We are in front of the Taoist temple. A group of officers and soldiers gathered around, saying yes, saying they wanted to capture Yao Dao!"
Taicheng Zhenren: It’s really a good but ugly spirit, and it really hit the target.
As soon as I sit in front of the computer, my back hurts, I feel bored, and I am even more afraid of writing rubbish. I feel anxious and anxious. My mentality is broken. What should I do? Am I listening to Jingxin Taoist scriptures instead of pop songs? !
(End of chapter)
