Mr. Wang followed the little Taoist priest into the quiet hall behind the Taoist temple.
The little Taoist priest said: "Master is inside, so I will send you here. There are busy things ahead, and I have to go and greet the pilgrims."
Mr. Wang took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and put it into the little Taoist priest's hand, saying, "Thank you, little Taoist priest."
The Taoist priest weighed the weight, stuffed the silver into his sleeve, and smiled brighter: "Please."
Mr. Wang took a deep breath and entered the quiet hall.
There was nothing else in the quiet hall, only a cloud bed, an incense burner, and a copper lamp.
As well as the word "immortality" posted on the wall behind the cloud bed.
Taoist Zhen was sitting on the cloud bed. When he saw Mr. Wang, he did not open his eyes and continued to regulate his breathing.
Mr. Wang didn't dare to disturb and stood at the door waiting quietly.
It wasn't until his back and legs were so weak that he heard Zhen Dao exhale and say, "Why are you here before it's time?"
Mr. Wang smiled flatteringly and said: "Taoist Priest, we are already searching for the cauldron you want. We will definitely deliver it to the mountain on the first day of the new year."
Taoist Master Zhen's face looked better. He opened his eyes and looked at him and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Mr. Wang then said: "My disciple has been practicing recently, but he feels that his body is getting heavier and heavier, and his back is under heavy pressure. Yesterday, his waist slipped. I may have gone wrong in my practice, so I dare not delay, so I came to ask for advice."
Taoist Master Zhen gave him a strange look: "It's just a matter of practicing Qi Guan Qi, how can I practice Cha?"
Mr. Wang heard the disdain in his words, but he did not dare to get angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "My disciple's qualifications are dull."
Taoist Master Zhen didn't have the patience to listen to his nonsense, so he waved his hand and said, "That's all, try your luck and I'll see what went wrong."
Mr. Wang was overjoyed and quickly climbed up to Taoist Master Zhen, closed his eyes and mobilized his meager "magic power".
Taoist Master Zhen put his hand on his shoulder, feeling his anger leaving his body. Seeing his stumbling luck like a turtle crawling, he suddenly felt impatient. His heart was indeed a piece of rotten wood.
After patiently waiting for his luck to return, he said, "Are you lying to me? Isn't there nothing wrong with you?"
Mr. Wang said: "How could it be? It's hard for me to walk because of the heavy weight on my shoulders, and the pain in my waist is unbearable. Since I didn't get distracted by my practice, could it be that I was entangled by a ghost?"
Taoist priest Zhen said: "You are not stupid."
Taoist Master Zhen said thoughtfully: "Your house has not been cleaned for some time. I will go to your house tomorrow to take a look and clean it again."
Mr. Wang said happily: "Thank you so much, Taoist Master."
He showed his confusion again: "Then what should I do now?"
Taoist priest Zhen said: "A mere evil spirit can be destroyed with a wave of your hand."
Taoist Master Zhen used his magic power and cursed: "Venerable Tianyang appeared and responded, exorcising ghosts and subjugating them, as urgent as the law."
As soon as Taoist Zhen pointed at Mr. Wang, a red light fell on him and burned like a flame.
The red light disappeared in an instant, and Mr. Wang suddenly felt relaxed and worshiped: "Taoist Master's power is boundless, and he will live forever."
When Taoist Master Zhen heard what he said, he showed a little conceited smile: "No matter what kind of ghost he is, they will be reduced to ashes if they are burned by my Tianyang Divine Fire."
Mr. Wang smiled and said: "Taoist Master Zhen is a living immortal. He is only evil. He will be scared to death when he sees Taoist Priest."
Taoist Master Zhen laughed and said: "You have mastered the Qi Collection method, so don't slack off. When I complete my magical skills, I will practice the magical medicine. Although I cannot guarantee your immortality, I can prolong your life and live for more than two or three years." A hundred years is more than enough.”
Mr. Wang was overjoyed and said, "Thank you so much, Taoist Priest. When Taoist Priest accomplishes his great work, I can also take advantage of it."
Chief Zhen Dao said with deep meaning: "The cauldron you sent is related to my practice, so don't make any mistakes."
Mr. Wang said: "Don't worry, Taoist Master, there will only be more, not less! I will go back to supervise them right away."
Mr. Wang rushed out of the Taoist temple happily. He was inconvenienced when he came, but he was full of joy when he left.
No one noticed a sparrow parked outside the window. It turned its head and jumped away.
Mr. Wang was fascinated by Taoist Master Zhen's magical powers, and he only thought that his magic was superb.
Little did he know that in the eyes of the sparrow, the Heavenly Sun Fire was actually a red tongue.
A gentle lick of his tongue not only broke the pressure Gong Mengbi had left on Mr. Wang, but also scraped away three layers of Mr. Wang's essence.
Looking at the dragon and the tiger, the face is full of spring breeze, but it has a similar effect to the medicine seller's "King of Hell's Tie" that Gong Mengbi exposed in Wuning County.
It's just that Mr. Wang still has a lot of beauties to take supplements from, so even if the energy passes, there won't be any side effects.
The sparrow flew down the mountain with Mr. Wang, and the carriage swayed toward the county seat of Yongkang County. The sparrow stopped on the roof of the car, dazedly dozing off.
But Gong Mengbi's true body is already hidden in Xilong Mountain.
The day is getting darker.
There are no more pilgrims in Yin Yang Temple.
But the candles in the temple are bright and the incense is not extinguished. The incense candles left by the believing pilgrims will not be extinguished even if they burn tomorrow night.
The moon is out.
The little Taoist priest in the Yin Yang Temple closed the door and reported to Taoist Zhen: "Master, the time has come."
Taoist Master Zhen nodded and gently twisted the copper lamp holder in the quiet room. As the lotus lamp holder rotated, the word longevity on the wall behind the cloud bed slowly separated, revealing a stone door.
The two masters and apprentices walked into the stone door, and the words "immortality" slowly came together again, leaving behind a wall of brilliance.
Gong Mengbi stood outside the Taoist temple, intending to go in to see what was going on, but after all, he was afraid of the two big ghosts and did not dare to break in without permission.
After the master and disciple entered the secret room, Venerable Tianyang and Mrs. Diyin slowly stood up at the shrine enshrined in the Taoist temple and patrolled around the Taoist temple to protect the safety of the Taoist temple.
Lord Tianyang is a Yang ghost, with fire all over his body and red eyes, red and round eyes like copper bells, red hair rising like fire, a round nose and a round mouth, and huge fangs.
Mrs. Diyin is a ghost, her whole body is shining brightly, she is as white as jade, her eyes are like thin threads, sharper than a fox, occasionally blue eyes can be seen twinkling in her thin thread-like eyes, her black hair is piled up like a mountain, and her small nose is thin The long mouth looks like a red string.
Yang Gui is red, with broad and scattered facial features. His large face is filled with facial features, but his body shape is slender.
The Yin ghost is white, with facial features gathered together, and the face is like a full moon, but the eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose are gathered in the center. Half of the face is blank, but the body is plump and round.
These two ghosts of yin and yang are ghosts and gods, but they are far more advanced than the five ghosts that Gong Mengbi had surrendered before.
Taoist Zhen, who practiced these two ghosts, was much better than Xu Banxian in cultivation. The two ghosts of yin and yang were both of the eighth grade. Their ghost appearance was ferocious and their spirit appearance was majestic and extraordinary.
Gong Mengbi had just glanced at it during the day and felt wary. Now that he was quietly watching, he realized that this was beyond what he could handle.
If there was only one, he was confident that he could put up a fight, but in this situation, he could only avoid the edge for the time being.
It was at this moment that the Yang Ghost suddenly turned his head and looked towards the woods.
The flame-like eyes looked straight in the direction of Gong Mengbi.
After a while, the Yang ghost seemed a little confused, but he did not go into details and continued to patrol the Taoist temple.
