According to Qiu Di, it was best to carry the two zombies back to the town and pile up firewood to be burned, while Miao Song's body could be taken to the government in exchange for a reward.
Miao Song had deceived many wealthy families back then, and his influence was very bad. Naturally, the reward given to him by the government was even more generous.
Guan Luoyang was now penniless, and after hearing Qiu Di's rough description of the bounty amount, he felt a little moved.
When they returned to the town with these things, they found that in addition to the young and strong men, there was another Taoist in the town.
He was a Taoist priest who was about forty years old and had a slender appearance. He was dressed in blue clothes with a right hem and a gray robe with wide sleeves and open arms. There were two rows of white hexagrams on the collar, extending to the hem.
When Qiu Di saw this man, he was a little surprised and called out: "Uncle Jiuhe, why are you here?"
"After I went to Peng County to kill the big snake, I happened to pass by the area when I came back. I noticed that the lights were bright, so I came over to take a look and found out about you."
Taoist priest Jiuhe glanced at the two zombies being dragged by Qiu Di, then looked at Guan Luoyang who was carrying Miao Song's body, and said, "Who is this?"
Qiudi introduced them to each other.
Taoist priest Jiuhe was surprised and said sternly: "I didn't expect that it was Miao Song who controlled the corpse and harmed people. Thank you Guan Xiaoyou for your help. Otherwise, Qiu Di would have been reckless and would have been harmed by that evil thief."
Guan Luoyang said: "This kind of thing that harms pregnant women should be punished by everyone."
The young people in the small town heard the whole story, and they all gnashed their teeth. Some people said bitterly: "I'm going to wake up the Lin family brother and let him see what happened to this dog thief. Poor Uncle Wang is so stupid, even if it's revenge Even if you have a grudge, he won’t understand.”
Upon hearing the sound, Taoist Master Jiuhe looked over and said, "Is it because of excessive grief and mental disorder? Can you take me to have a look?"
Qiudi hurriedly said: "My uncle Jiuhe has excellent medical skills. Maybe I can cure that uncle."
The man said happily: "Can it really be cured? Come on, come on, we will take the Taoist priest there right now."
The group of young men and women immediately dispersed, and some went door-to-door to knock on doors to tell everyone that the zombies had been taken down. Some listened to Qiu Di's words and were ready to collect firewood and burn the zombies.
There were only three or five of them, and they led Taoist Master Jiuhe and the others to the house of the man named Wang who had lost his wife.
Guan Luoyang also followed.
That family lived in a more remote place, with a fence, two vegetable plots, and a path in the middle leading to the mud-walled thatched house.
Two pieces of white cloth were pasted with paste in front of the door to indicate that there was a funeral at home.
The room was too small and it would seem crowded if everyone went in, so Guan Luoyang and others stayed outside.
Not long after Taoist Master Jiuhe entered the room, a burst of painful crying came from inside. It was a man's voice, but it was hoarse and hoarse, which was really unbearable to hear.
Qiu Di breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Guan Luoyang: "If you can cry, your illness will be half cured."
Taoist priest Jiuhe came out and told his nephew: "I used acupuncture to sort out his meridians. He is not feeling depressed for a long time. He can just cry a lot. There is no need to take medicine, but he needs to rest for a few days." Eat something light but substantial.”
The nephew knelt down on the spot, thanked Taoist Master Jiuhe repeatedly, and finally helped him up.
On the other side, the zombies had been transported to be set on fire, and many people in the town came to watch.
After finishing all these things, it was almost dawn. Taoist Master Jiuhe and the others declined the invitation to the banquet. They only accepted a few copper coins collected from the town and prepared to return to Heitian Temple.
Guan Luoyang claimed that he was here to look for relatives, but his relatives moved and had nowhere to go. It was natural that he was invited by Qiudi to go back to Heitianzun Temple to live for a while.
He packed Miao Song's body in a sack and set out on the road, untying several small bags around Miao Song's waist in advance.
The sky turned pale, and the three of them were walking on a wilderness path.
After Taoist Master Jiuhe looked at the bag that stored essence and blood, he sighed: "The most self-disciplined and good method in Buddhism is actually practiced by him in this unscrupulous way."
Qiudi answered smoothly and said, "It's not strange if it belongs to a monk."
"What are you talking about? There are thousands of monks in the world and hundreds of Dharma schools. How can we generalize them?"
Taoist Master Jiuhe looked at him seriously and said, "Back then, Southern Shaolin protected the territory and the people and resisted Jianyi. Nine out of ten of the three thousand disciples were killed, and the rest were all injured. If Emperor Zhaolie hadn't regained Jiangnan and rebuilt the mountain gate, , I’m afraid that the inheritance of the Southern Shaolin lineage will be scattered like death. How can such perseverance be compared with a filth like Miao Song?”
Emperor Zhaolie refers to the man with the surname of the country. When he was alive, he was only willing to accept the position of Prince Yanping of Nanming, and even refused to accept the title of prince. As a result, after his death, his son became the emperor, and his grandson became the emperor. He was also given the posthumous title of Emperor.
Qiudi Nuonuo said: "I'm just saying that some of their methods are easy to be possessed by demons, but I'm not saying that they are all bad people."
Taoist Master Jiuhe warned: "Taoists should be quiet and knowledgeable. If you don't know the facts, you should not be biased."
"The matter in Southern Shaolin is far away, but what is closer is Master Yanglian of Motian Temple, who hates evil as much as he hates it and is upright and aboveboard."
"The eminent monks of Nalanda Temple, starting from the abbot Muga and below, have been determined for many years to guide some of the local witchcraft, head-dropping, etc. in Nanyang into the righteousness, so that they can benefit the people and have noble moral character. We should also keep it. There’s some respect.”
Taoist Priest Jiuhe looked at Qiu Di and nodded again and again, so he said no more and tightened the pocket in his hand, "The essence and blood in this has been contaminated by evil spirits after being swallowed by zombies. When you go back, put it in the Demon Suppression Hall. After being baptized by seven days of incense, the evil spirits can be cured, and then they can be buried and comforted for the innocent."
Taoist priest Jiuhe turned to Guan Luoyang, opened another pocket with his hand, revealed the black pills inside, and said, "Guan Xiaoyou, these are pills made of Yin fir sawdust as the main material and mixed with several medicinal materials containing Yin energy. It can be used to raise imps and feed zombies, but in fact, this medicine can also be used to soak bones and cut marrow. It is quite precious, so you should keep it alive."
Guan Luoyang waved his hand and said, "I don't know how to use this thing."
He didn't mean to want this.
After hearing this, Taoist Master Jiuhe pondered for a moment, and then said: "Guan Xiaoyou can break the small precepts of the middle vehicle realm. He must have achieved at least one of the four major achievements in martial arts."
"If you haven't achieved mercury blood and silver marrow, and you trust Pindao, Pindao is willing to use these Yin Fir wood chips as a guide to prepare a medicinal bath for you, which can be regarded as repaying your help to Qiudi. How about it?"
Guan Luoyang rolled his eyes and asked bluntly: "What is mercury blood and silver marrow?"
Taoist priest Jiuhe asked curiously: "You don't know?"
Guan Luoyang said calmly: "A few years ago in Guangzhou, I was accepted as a disciple by an old man who lived in the mountains. Over the years, I only focused on practicing martial arts, and I never asked him about his achievements in martial arts."
Taoist Master Jiuhe understood clearly: "No wonder you have such skill at such a young age. You can use your will without distinction and concentrate on God. There is nothing better than this."
He explained to Guan Luoyang.
The so-called martial arts refines the body, and Taoism refines the spirit.
Taoist spells rely on people's spiritual insights to exert their power, while boxing and martial arts are entirely based on the physical body.
The early boxing schools cannot be traced back, but since the Song Dynasty, those general disciples and knight-errant masters have borrowed Taoist terminology to describe the realm of boxing, believing that the four achievements in martial arts are the most superior.
It is called: golden skin and jade channels, mercury blood and silver marrow, water and fire fairy clothes, and Zhoutian breathing.
Guan Luoyang groaned and thought to himself: All the bells and whistles, isn't it just about practicing muscles, bones, skin and qi?
They chatted all the way, and exchanged Miao Song's body for reward money at the government office. When the sun got higher, not far ahead, halfway up the hill, a rather grand temple entrance was already in sight.
Nearly a hundred stone steps climbed from the foot of the mountain to the front of the main hall of the temple. Guan Luoyang stepped on the stone steps and looked up, seeing a gilded plaque with a black background horizontally high up.
The so-called Heitianzun is the name given to Emperor Zhenwu in Jiaozhi and even the entire Nanyang region.
The real name of Heitianzun Temple is "Fengzhao Zhenwu Temple".
Suddenly, a shadow passed over the eaves of the mountain gate, and a beautiful and dazzling figure broke into Guan Luoyang's field of vision and zoomed in before his eyes.
call! !
The wind swept away and passed by.
Guan Luoyang looked back.
A big peacock clad in green and gold, with a colorful and fluffy long tail, fluttered into the arms of Taoist Master Jiuhe.
