When the young Taoist priest who called himself Mu Yao spoke, the other three people in the pavilion had different expressions.
Han Biao still had the same expression of respectful obedience and attentive listening, as if every word and sentence spoken by the black-robed young Taoist priest was the most beautiful music in the world.
If the governor-general of Chu and Hunan provinces saw Han Biao like this, he would definitely be jealous, because Han Biao had never been so respectful and well-behaved to him.
As for the young Taoist priest known as Junior Brother Sang, when Mu Yao was speaking, he was looking at an elk jumping around in the grass outside the pavilion. He seemed to be listening attentively, but his eyes were dull.
Shu Guan knew what the young Taoist priest was doing at a glance. When he was studying in school in his previous life, Shu Guan often resorted to this mind-wandering technique when he encountered classes he didn't like, such as physics and chemistry.
So Shu Guan also started to look at the elk on the grass.
An ape with golden hair walked past the morning field. The little elk happily ran to the ape's side. The ape raised his hand and touched the elk's head. The little elk arched into the ape's arms.
What a harmonious picture!
Shu Guan thought like this, and for a moment he felt that maybe this was the real paradise.
At this time, the young Taoist priest in black robe was finally finished.
Shu Guan and the young Taoist priest named Nasang let out a long sigh of relief at the same time.
Then the two of them looked at each other, and their dislike for each other actually dissipated a lot.
"Mu Xian... Taoist Priest Mu, I came here to see the Taoist this time, not because of the things that bothered the Taoist back then, but because I wanted Taoist Mu to save someone."
Then Han Biao began to tell the purpose of his visit.
He talked about the valley, the Taoist temple, the warning of the Konoha talisman when he entered the Taoist temple, the disappearing ground in the main hall, the underground palace, the black Tai Chi diagram, and finally those terrible things. stone man.
After he finished speaking, the pavilion became extremely quiet.
Mu Yao and the young Taoist priest named Sang looked at each other in silence.
"The cave left by the immortals of the previous generation?"
After a long time, the young Taoist priest surnamed Sang asked softly.
Mu Yao nodded and continued:
"I'll go find the master."
Then he turned to Han Biao and said:
"Please two of you wait here. I can't make a decision on this matter. Those stone men...forget it, you don't understand. The comparison of strength in some cultivation circles is difficult to explain to you. I want to ask for instructions first. …”
"Senior Brother Fuji, you'd better go quickly!"
The young Taoist priest surnamed Sang's eyes became a little dull again, and he couldn't help but urged.
"Okay, senior brother, I'll go first, sixth junior brother, you stay with me first..."
"Second Senior Brother, please, go quickly."
The young Taoist priest surnamed Sang almost pushed Mu Yao out of the pavilion. The moment Mu Yao stepped out of the pavilion, the young Taoist priest surnamed Sang breathed a long sigh of relief.
Then when he saw Han Biao and Shu Guan looking at him with strange eyes, the young Taoist priest surnamed Sang suddenly straightened his face and said:
"Don't get me wrong, I respect Senior Brother Aimu very much."
Shu Guan nodded with deep feeling. I also respected my class teacher back then, but I just asked him not to appear in front of me.
To be honest, Shu Guan still felt a little sympathy for the little Taoist priest deep down in his heart. Having such a senior brother would be really torturous if he stayed with him every day.
Han Biao's expression became a little apprehensive. In his mind, Mu Yao was already a god-like figure, and now he actually asked his master to come. How incredible would it be for Mu Yao's master to be here? characters.
And will Taoist Master Mu agree to save the young lady?
Then Han Biao carefully asked the young Taoist priest named Sang:
"Little Taoist Priest, what is your name?"
"Li Zhixia, you can call him Zhixia Zhenren, this is his Taoist name."
The young Taoist priest surnamed Sang answered casually while picking up the teacup on the stone table and drinking water.
Han Biao's nervous and nervous waiting did not last long. Mu Yao accompanied a middle-aged Taoist priest back to the pavilion.
It was a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing purple robes.
Shu Guan's first reaction when he saw this middle-aged Taoist priest was: Why are the colors of the Taoist robes in this Taoist temple so messy? Can I choose at will?
The middle-aged Taoist priest looks to be in his early forties. He has a square face with deep features. The most distinctive feature on his face is his eyebrows. They are a pair of black, thick and straight eyebrows, like someone using The pen drew a straight line on his forehead, and then erased a small section in the middle.
Unlike his two disciples who just wore a Taoist bun, the middle-aged Taoist priest also wore a purple Taoist crown on his head, with a jade hairpin passing through it, giving the whole person a sense of neatness and solemnity. .
For some reason, when Shu Guan saw this middle-aged Taoist priest, he thought of his high school teacher in his previous life.
Maybe it's because this middle-aged Taoist priest, like his high school teacher, seemed to be a very rigorous and even somewhat rigid person.
"Han Biao has met Zhixia Zhenren!"
When Mu Yao and the middle-aged Taoist priest walked into the pavilion, Han Biao immediately stepped forward and bowed with clasped fists.
What's a bit strange is that when the middle-aged Taoist priest heard Han Biao's address to him, he first glanced at the young Taoist priest named Sang. At this time, the young Taoist surnamed Sang was already standing behind Mu Yao, with a low eyebrow and a submissive look, as if he didn't know at all The middle-aged Taoist priest in purple robe was staring at him.
Then the purple-robed middle-aged Taoist priest turned around and actually bowed his head to Han Biao as well.
"Li Zhixia, from the Xiaodao, has met layman Han."
Shu Guan immediately had a favorable impression of the middle-aged purple-robed Taoist priest.
At least in terms of etiquette, this purple-robed middle-aged Taoist priest was not condescending.
Then Li Zhixia continued to ask:
"Jushi Han, I would like to ask you two questions."
"Master Zhixia, please tell me."
"That Taoist temple is deep in Shennongjia?"
"good."
"What's the name of that Taoist temple?"
"Qixia Temple."
This time it was Shu Guan who answered him.
So Li Zhixia's eyes naturally fell on Shu Guan's face.
The middle-aged Taoist priest in purple robe looked directly at Shu Guan's face without blinking. His thick, black and straight eyebrows remained as steady as two mountains without trembling once.
This was the first time in Shu Guan's life that he met a stranger and didn't avert his eyes when he saw him for the first time.
"Little layman, you look very interesting."
Then Li Zhixia nodded to Shu Point.
Shu Guan's favorable impression of this middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly reached a new level.
"Okay, I'll go there with you and have a look."
Then Li Zhixia said this again in a deep voice.
It's that simple?
Wouldn't it be a bit too decisive?
For a moment, both Han Biao and Shu Guan were in disbelief. Shu Guan glanced at the round-faced young Taoist priest behind Li Zhixia and thought about how the styles of the two masters and disciples were so different!
"Thank you so much, Master Zhixia. I don't know when we will set off."
Han Biao said excitedly.
"Now."
The middle-aged Taoist priest in purple robe answered concisely and concisely, then thought about it and asked Han Biao:
"How did you get here just now?"
"By car, I can take you to Xia Zhenren first to a small town on the edge of Shennongjia, and then take a helicopter to the valley."
Han Biao quickly replied.
...Maybe people can fly in by themselves...
Shu Guan next to him said silently in his heart.
"What's a helicopter?"
"oh……"
Han Biao didn't know how to answer for a while.
"It's an aircraft that can take off and land straight up and down like a dragonfly."
So Shu Guan helped explain, thinking at the same time, this Taoist priest should know what an airplane is. After all, there are newspapers on the stone table. I guess these Taoist priests are not isolated from the world.
Li Zhixia seemed to understand instantly what a helicopter was, and she nodded and muttered to herself.
"It seems like it's another new thing created by the Bai Yi people."
"By the way, what kind of car are you driving?"
"jeep."
Han Biao was stunned for a moment before answering, as if he didn't expect this middle-aged Taoist priest who looked like a master to ask such a question.
Li Zhixia frowned.
This was the first time the purple-robed middle-aged Taoist priest frowned after entering the pavilion. He seemed to think for a moment, then turned to Mu Yao and said:
"Go to Lao Wu and ask him to draw four Thousand Miles of Magic Talisman. Remember to tell him that two are for us to use and two are for ordinary people. Let him pay attention to spiritual energy control."
"Master, don't we go by car?"
"Well, the jeep seat is too hard and uncomfortable to sit on for a long time."
This was the answer given by the purple-robed middle-aged Taoist priest to his disciple, and his tone was unusually insistent and serious.
When he heard this answer, Shu Guan took a deep breath, clenched his fists slightly, and looked down at his toes.
He was trying his best to control his urge to laugh.
... Could it be that Zhixia Zhenren, who looks solemn and upright, is actually a cold-faced comedian...
