There is a cool breeze and the wild grass is luxuriant.
The dilapidated mountain gate is mottled and colorless, and even the golden plaque is swaying among the grass and rocks. But the words "Daozhen Sect" are vaguely visible.
Thousands of years ago, the founder of Daozhen Sect, "Daozhenzi", relied on the supreme and exquisite Taoist intention to achieve physical accomplishment and ascended to the sky in the daytime. He was the first person in the history of Taoist sect. Since then, the Daozhen Sect founded by him has led the Taoist sect for more than a thousand years, and is actually the leader of the Taoist sect in the world.
The achievements of our ancestors were dazzling, but today our ancestral home is in a state of depression and dilapidation. If Daozhenzi comes again, I wonder if he will be sad.
The sun sets in the west and the sky is filled with sunset.
At this time, a figure stood quietly in front of the mountain gate, covered by red clouds and illuminated by golden light. Her long hair is flying, and her snowy face and jade skin really add some color to this gray world.
Yu Tianqing obviously didn't have such a consciousness, otherwise she wouldn't have furrowed her brows and looked coldly. She glanced at the dead wood plaque on the side and walked in quickly.
There are one hundred and eighty jade steps, even though there are weeds everywhere, you can still see the charm of the past.
Yu Tianqing climbed up the steps, and saw countless sword marks on the broken walls and bones, which was shocking and clearly showed that the original aspirant had a strong Taoist heart. Just like her mood at the moment.
In order to seek the supreme Taoism, she was willing to die in the sea of clouds, just to get the chance to break through the Taoism.
Daozhenzi, the first person in the history of monasticism, was her choice.
The feet are firm and the steps are sure. The setting sun lengthened her figure, and also lengthened many shadows that shouldn't belong here.
More than a dozen burly men crowded into the inner courtyard, each holding a knife and ax, facing the old and young among them, with the intention of devouring them alive. Unexpectedly, the old man and the young man did not pay any attention to the many fierce people. On the contrary, they chewed the sweet potatoes with relish, with a look of satisfaction on their faces.
"Hey, old man, where is the thing? If you hand it over, I will spare your life today." The leading man said fiercely.
The old man's beard had turned white. He bit into the sweet potato in his hand and took the sweet potato in the boy's arms with one hand. The boy was extremely reluctant and sat down to the edge with the remaining sweet potato in his arms. The white-bearded old man was offended and cursed, "It's like a rat drilling into an oil pot. It can't get in or get out!"
The young man was also unhappy, "Boil the chicken in cold water, each other."
"You little bastard, you want to bully your master and destroy your ancestors." The white-bearded old man said as he jumped up and chased the young man around the yard, completely ignoring everyone.
The villains looked at each other in shock. They were all famous bullies in this area. How could they be looked down upon like this? It was unbearable!
The leading man shouted loudly, "Hey, old man, I want to ask you something."
A big knife was placed in front of the old man, forcing him to stop.
Seeing that he couldn't dodge, the old man said angrily, "Don't you have eyes? You go around this house and outside eight hundred times a day and you still haven't found enough?"
The big man grabbed the old man's chest and said, "Why do I need to ask you if I can find it?"
The old man used his greasy hands to pull off the other person's hand in disgust, "Is it the lard that has blinded your brain? If I had what you put in your mouth, could I still make you turn it over eight hundred times a day?"
The evil man was suddenly speechless.
Instead, the young man chuckled and clapped his hands while laughing, as if he had heard some great joke. "What a great square mallet, you idiot!"
The big man was laughed at in public, so he was naturally furious. He picked up his seven-foot-three-inch ax and was about to chop at the young man.
The old man shook his head, as if it was commonplace. He sighed, walked behind the wall of the nave, sat down on the ground and howled loudly.
"Master, have you seen it? They are bullying your disciples and grandchildren like this. Old man, I am not alive anymore. When will you, old man, come and take me to eternal bliss?"
When the young man heard the old man cry, he immediately began to cry too. The two of them sang in harmony, with their pitches rising and falling in an orderly manner and in good rhyme.
The big men were very impatient when they saw this, they put away their knives and strode away.
When the young man saw that they were gone, he immediately started laughing instead of crying. He stretched, took out a money bag from his arms, and smiled proudly at the old man, "Master, can we get a pound of wine tonight?" "
The old man pretended to wipe the tears on his face and said, "Yeah, let's go fight and serve wine to the ancestor."
The young man left in response, while the old man leaned his back against the wall and took a nap.
Yu Tianqing stepped in. The courtyard was full of dead leaves, the red paint had long since faded away, and the house was bare of walls. It could be described as lifelike. She walked directly towards the old man. Behind the wall of the central hall, there was a stone statue of the Patriarch, with a casual long collar and a fairy-like manner.
The stone statue obviously has some charm, with distinct eyes, clear facial features, and a hint of detachment and compassion that can see through the world. Just as she remembered.
"Michiko, I'm here."
It seems to be talking to oneself, but also like greetings.
The old man in the corner opened his eyes instantly, his eyes were bright and there was no trace of the muddiness before.
Just at this moment, there was a cry of pain accompanied by half of the door falling, causing dead leaves to fly, and a cold air instantly filled the entire courtyard.
"Master, Master..."
The young man rolled and crawled towards the old man.
"Who's coming again...are you annoyed...annoyed?"
The old man refused to finish his words, and the old man's tone also fluctuated, and even the expression on his face instantly became astonished.
"Purple Star Gate?!"
At this time, a group of people standing in the court were all wearing purple clothes, with a pair of high-quality black satin tied around their waists. The color was faintly black and gold in the sunlight, and they were alluring yet calm. Different from those bullies just now, they are well-trained and have calm eyes. The leader of the young master is even more upright and noble.
"Who is Dao Chenzi?" A man in purple shouted loudly.
The old man didn't dare to smile playfully, so he helped the young man up, took a step forward and said, "That's right, little old man."
The purple-clothed young master looked at him contemptuously and said with a smile, "The Daozhen Sect has really lost its climate, and even a beggar can become the leader."
"What did you say!" the young man said angrily.
However, he was stopped by the old man. With a solemn face, the old man cupped his hands and said, "Young man has made no achievements and is indeed unworthy." He added, "I wonder why the heroes of the Purple Star Sect are here today?"
The big man in purple clothes on the side said, "This is the young master of my family, the young master Qiu Luo Yingqiu."
The old man said hurriedly, "Young Master Qiu, I'm here to greet you."
Qiu Luoying looked arrogant and did not take Dao Chenzi into her eyes at all.
"I came here today just for one thing. If you know it, please hand it over quickly."
"I wonder what Young Master Qiu wants?"
Qiu Luoying sneered, "Don't pretend to be stupid."
Dao Chenzi shook his head, "Young Master Qiu didn't explain it clearly, how could I know?"
"You are right, there is no point in hiding it." Qiu Luoying looked at Dao Chenzi and said word by word, "Jade bone relics."
