Fantasy World Transmigration

Outside the Sanqing Hall of the Taoist temple, the sky has already faintly turned white. Dim oil lamps are enshrined in front of the Sanqing God Statue, and three dilapidated yellow futons are placed behind it. It is a small Taoist temple, about ten feet deep, with the statues of Sanqing high above it, and there are some tables and chairs on both sides. Jiang Taichong is sitting on one of the chairs, thinking deeply about something.

He tiptoed up the teacup on the table, the top-quality Longquan kiln teacup was as glazed as a clam shell, "The hot water is slow today!" Jiang Taichong thought, "I will tell them later , Keep your hands and feet neat and diligent, my sect is coming soon, you can't be so negligent!"

Jiang Taichong felt a little proud when he thought of people coming from this courtyard, this was his miraculous act, the little apprentice from Yizhuang came here often, he thought he was also a Taoist priest, who in the courtyard would look at him seriously? Who knows? There is such a big fish behind him—going down to Maoshan Mountain, heretics, the confidant of this sect... Then how arrogant was Chen Jiugong when he was around?

Benzong had to stay away, and I heard that there was a fight before.

What now? If you don't enter the righteous way, if you die, your body will die and your soul will disappear, and you won't even keep the orthodoxy. Taoist...hehe, the evil spirits who descended from Maoshan Mountain are also worthy of being called Taoists? It's also me, I just had nothing to do that day, and I asked jokingly, I didn't expect that little boy in Yizhuang to get such important news... Ah, the remnants of Xia Maoshan!

Back then, Chen Jiugong was considered an outstanding man, a worthless person, but he managed to break out such a large family business. When Xiamao Mountain was in its heyday, there were three great masters, nineteen Taoists, and hundreds of Taoists who were receiving scriptures, like cooking oil in a fire!

Although it is defeated now! But how much money is left, who can say clearly?

Maybe... there should be some magical artifacts! Counting upwards, maybe there is even a magic weapon... Thinking of this, Jiang Taichong couldn't help being hot all over, and his mouth was dry. He subconsciously raised the teacup, felt a lightness in his hand, and suddenly realized: "The hot water is too hot today. Slow down! Wait for a while, you have to reprimand those fireworkers..."

Jiang Taichong sent the news because he was worried that the two widows and widows in Yizhuang had magic tools or even magic treasures. Otherwise, Taoist Jiang knew some people of all kinds and ranks, so he went to the door at night and killed an old man It's not easy for a child, but it's not that simple under the Maoshan gate!

That is the ancestor-like figure of the three religions and nine streams.

Otherwise, why would he bother to give oil and water to those Taoist priests in this sect whose eyes are higher than the top and nose is up to the sky?

Jiang Taichong sighed, raised his head, and counted the time, there are still... one day, two days... and five days, five days to come here from Maoshan, this is already an extremely fast speed. How could it be so fast if it wasn't for the Taoist priests to have magic tools and talismans as a means of communication, saving the time from here to Maoshan? It is not so convenient for the imperial court to deliver newspapers to the mansion.

Apart from Dongxichang and Jinyiwei arresting people and handling cases, who would dare to bother the court to enshrine the group of Taoist officials? At present, the chief envoys of various provinces have not fully realized the communication of Taoism and law. In some remote provinces, there are no Taoist officials around the governor to enshrine, and they have to use post stations to deliver memorials and writing... God pity, those people in the south of the Yangtze River who put Ziqian Merchants already have a communication tool like the divine talisman!

Jiang Taichong was counting the time here, he didn't dare to send people to monitor those evils left in Xiaomao Mountain, but relying on the monitoring methods of his few Taoist priests, he said that it was almost as good as tipping off the evil Taoist priests in Xiamao Mountain... The Taoist priests in Xiamao Mountain, That is the ancestor of heresy! ,

At this time, the Taoist priests and Taoist boys from the other courtyard of the Taiqing Palace had already begun to gather in the Sanqing Palace. The other two authentic Taoist priests who had received the scriptures could naturally enter the Sanqing Palace, but those Taoist boys... the biggest beards are all Have you seen the white Taoist boy? It's not uncommon for a 'Tao Tong' with well-developed muscles, skilled martial arts, and a chest and arms that are more magnificent than a woman's.

These 'Tao boys' can only kneel with a futon on the patio below the Sanqing Hall!

A muscular 'Taoist boy' probably got up late, so he hurried from the corridor path to Sanqing Hall,

The sky was a little dark, and he saw a Taoist priest from the Pyrotechnic Institute... a Taoist boy, carrying a teapot, hurried towards the Sanqing Hall.

The disciple of the outer sect, pronounced as "Tao Tong" and written as a man of Taoist soldiers, thugs, and guards, intentionally bumped into the Pyrotechnic Taoist priest, knocking him staggeringly, then he laughed, wanting to look at that The scene where the Pyrotechnic Priest was protecting the teapot was in distress, but he only saw that Pyrotechnic Priest seemed to be in distress but was sticking to his side very quickly. The teapot filled with hot water was lightly held in one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed the teapot. in his face.

The man felt that the big skinny hand grasping his face was like cast iron, imprisoning him for life.

The big hand twisted slightly, and there was a clear click in the silent corridor——

The man's head was turned to an angle that a normal human being could not do. The figure who looked like a pyrotechnic priest pushed that heavy body behind a clump of weeds with just a little effort.

Wang Chen was also wearing an ill-fitting broad avenue robe at a little further back, and covered his face with some pot bottom ash, but compared to the cover-up method of the pyrotechnic priest in front, this can be said to be very careless. He was holding a wooden tray, covering most of his face, and there were very delicate pastries on the tray.

The cake sticks wrapped in white frosting look quite delicious.

When Wang Chen left the Pyrotechnic Institute, he picked up a knife. After all, he was an upright school. In Taoist temples, when cooking cattle and sheep, there are always a few useful butcher knives. The knife kills cattle and sheep quickly, and kills people very neatly. In the Taoist temple of the Quanzhen sect, if Wang Chen could find two kitchen knives, he would be TOEFL! It's not like it is now, with a sharp knife in hand, and the intention to kill is self-inflicted.

The closer they are to Sanqing Hall, the more likely they are to encounter other Taoist priests. Before the corner, Wang Chen wiped his nose and almost bumped into a Taoist boy. The bull's-ear sharp knife was sent into his body, the knife was inserted obliquely from the diaphragm between the chest and abdomen, and poured into the lungs. The Taoist boy has grown up, but he is not as old as Guan. His face was a bit dazed, before he understood what happened, blood with pink bubbles spurted out of his mouth.

Wang Chen sprayed blood on his face.

Wang Chen calmly twisted the handle of the knife, turned it half a circle, slowly pulled out the sharp knife, took out a piece of white cotton cloth from the back of the Taoist robe, wiped his face carefully, and continued walking forward without changing his expression.

With a sharp weapon in your chest, kill yourself!

Wang Chen took two steps forward, and turned to the courtyard. There were already Taoist boys in twos and threes, carrying futons, ready to meditate. Looking along, he could see the main hall of Sanqing, Taoist Jiang and two other Taoist priests, sitting Inside, the teacher, the old Taoist priest Gong, was carrying the teapot and walking up with a dull expression.

Wang Chen lowered the tray and walked forward with a calm expression. When he arrived in front of several Taoist boys, his hands trembled slightly, and two pieces of cakes stained with icing sugar fell to the ground. The person next to him exclaimed in a low voice. Pretending not to see it, he continued to walk up. He saw that the old Taoist priest Gong had already lifted the kettle, and someone behind him shouted, "Something fell...the sugar cake fell on the ground!"

In the Hall of Sanqing, Shichang Gong picked up the boiling hot water teapot, suddenly burst into flames, and splashed it on the faces of the three Taoist priests.

Wang Chen lifted the tray back, and rushed towards the Sanqing Hall at the fastest speed in his life. The screams of Taoist Jiang from the Sanqing Hall just sounded, and the old Taoist priest Gong had already used the teapot like lightning Knocking down a person, Wang Chen made three steps and made two steps, a sharp knife directly pierced into the stomach of a Taoist priest who barely opened his eyes, he hugged the Taoist priest, and stabbed three times.

Let go of the paralyzed Taoist priest, and use his body as a shield to block behind him. The next moment, flames and a violent impact came from the courtyard, and then there was a huge explosion. Even though Wang Chen blocked a gear, the powerful impact still With him, he fell backwards and hit the pillars of the main hall. The violent impact made Wang Chen's eyes go black, and the painful viscera were no longer his own!

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