Great Blue Night Watchman

The Taoist priest's face suddenly darkened.

Borrowing Buddha to suppress Taoism is an extremely taboo topic among Taoists, because Buddhism and Taoism have been competing for hundreds of years, and both sides have the same strength. If one side is just a little longer, it will put heavy pressure on the other side.

Therefore, any officials or even emperors who have such thoughts are not tolerated by the Taoist sect.

On that day, His Royal Highness the Prince wanted to win the support of the Buddhist sect, but Lin Su sabotaged it. Afterwards, he did not take any follow-up measures. Some of the advisers in the Prince's Mansion also had different opinions. He was worried that following the Buddhist sect too closely would trigger the Taoist sect. rebound.

Lin Su's personal strength is insignificant in the eyes of the Taoist sect, but as soon as he opens his mouth, he talks about the most taboo topic, pointing directly at the Taoist sect's Achilles' heel.

A voice rang out: "It is unethical for an ignorant child not to teach him a lesson! Senior brother, there is no need to say anything. Junior brother takes action and takes him back to the mountain gate. There is plenty of time to teach him a lesson slowly."

Someone suddenly appeared in front of Lin Su!

A young man in Taoist robes.

He has a slender figure and a very proud expression. He looks up at the sky and stands upright.

Lin Su frowned: "Taoist Master, this mentally ill person...is your junior brother?"

The young man lowered his head and shouted angrily: "Seeking death!"

With a chirping sound, the whisk dust was like a net, covering Lin Su...

With this blow, Lin Su was surrounded by nets in all directions. He instantly became a fish in the net, and the net was filled with true energy, splitting the world apart.

The overwhelming pressure was the same as before Cai Zhulian broke through. In other words, his attack was equivalent to the top Dao flower!

Lin Su is a scholar, and suddenly he is surrounded by top Taoists. Unless he has time to mobilize all his literary energy, he will be trapped.

And the young Taoist was right. He had no time to mobilize the power of Wen Dao. Although Wen Dao's power was the first among the five, its biggest drawback was its slow activation speed.

But no one expected that when Lin Su moved his hand, it was not a pen at all, but a sword!

Swords together, dazzling blue and white!

hiss!

The dust in the sky turned into light smoke, and the sword in Lin Su's palm reached the young Taoist's throat.

Blue and white broken path flower!

The sword blue flower crushes all the sword flowers at the same level!

"Sword Intent Blue Flower?" The young Taoist shouted, full of disbelief.

Lin Su's long sword passed through the place where the young Taoist was standing just now, and his eyes lit up.

In addition to the blue and white swords, this sword is also the drawing style of Dugu Nine Swords!

He originally planned to leave a mark on the young Taoist's neck, but with this sword strike, it failed!

The young Taoist moved his feet to avoid the blow and appeared behind him.

"What a wonderful footwork, try my sword again!"

The second sword, breaking sword style!

The sword came out and was followed by hundreds of shadows, divided into four directions, and suddenly struck the young Taoist.

The young Taoist's footwork suddenly appeared, and eight phantoms suddenly appeared. A hundred sword shadows passed through the eight phantoms, and the shadows turned invisible. The young Taoist appeared behind Lin Su again. Although he was surprised, he did not show any signs of defeat.

"Okay!" Lin Su raised his hand, and the sword in his palm suddenly felt like a heavy mountain!

The third sword of Dugu's Nine Swords, Micro Sword Style!

The young man's expression suddenly changed...

His feet moved and his footwork started. However, his steps that used to be smooth and smooth were now like being stuck in a quagmire. He could only watch helplessly as this terrifying sword was pointed at his throat at a not very fast speed. This sword, This sword made him, a peerless genius of the Tianji Dao Sect, feel extremely cold...

Just when the sword was only three inches away from the young man, a yellow leaf suddenly floated down, just blocking the tip of the sword.

A circle of ripples appeared, and Lin Su's micro-sword style disappeared...

The yellow leaves floated up and fell on the old Taoist's fingertips. He did not know when he took the place of the young Taoist...

"Taoist Master, do you want to take action personally?" Lin Su stared at him.

"How dare you!" said the old Taoist: "Junior Brother Zhizhen is young and energetic, but I have to apologize to the Young Master on his behalf."

"It's not that he is young and energetic, he is clearly mentally retarded!" Lin Su said: "In the capital, do you know what crime it is to kidnap a capital official? Kill the nine tribes! Even if you have great magical powers and escape the national law, Can you escape the verbal and written criticism of the people all over the world? Aren't you afraid that your Tianji Dao Sect will become the Tianji Bandit Sect in the eyes of the people?"

The young Taoist's face really changed.

He really didn't think that much...

The old Taoist breathed out softly: "The poor Taoist has already said that he would like to apologize to the young master on his behalf..."

"There's no need to apologize, I'm leaving!" Lin Su was about to turn around.

"Sir, do you really not want to consider Pindao's proposal?"

"Your proposal? Let me imprison myself for ten years?"

"yes!"

Lin Su sighed softly: "Taoist Master, are there many mentally ill people in your Tianji Taoist sect?"

The Taoist priest said: "Young master, as a young and promising person, must endure ten years of being alone in a Taoist sect. It is certainly unbearable, but compared with being burdened by a whole family and suffering in the world of mortals, it is much lighter. In the future, you will naturally understand that a poor Taoist can't bear it." The suggestion may seem unkind, but it is actually a way to save you.”

Lin Su slowly raised his head and stared into the Taoist's eyes: "Really kind?"

The Taoist was delighted: "Indeed!"

Lin Sudao: "Well, for your goodwill, I will give you a piece of advice."

"you say!"

"Take your ridiculous hut and leave the capital immediately. Tell your Taoist leaders not to get involved in court disputes, and don't think about doing anything to me. Otherwise... you may not be able to bear the price!"

The old Taoist said slowly: "Mr. Lin, can the poor Taoist understand that... this is your letter of war to the Taoist sect?"

"It's not a declaration of war, it's just a red line! If you cross the red line, big changes will happen! Don't say you were unforeseen!"

Lin Su raised his hand, and a precious pen in his palm touched the void...

Tear!

The magic circle separated, Lin Su stepped out and flew away.

The old Taoist's eyelids twitched suddenly, staring at the edge of the magic circle that was torn when he just left...

Is this person in front of me proficient in formations?

This is the third time Lin Su has exceeded his prediction!

It is not a good sign for a person who has been clearly identified as an enemy to jump out of his predictions one after another.

Lin Su turned around and landed at the junction of three roads in Xishan, heading towards Lingyin Temple.

The moment he stepped towards Lingyin Temple, his expression returned to normal. After passing through the wonderful land of falling flowers and flowing literature, he stood in front of the Lingyin Wall.

In front of the Lingyin Wall, a few more poems were added. Lin Su's "The Bright Moon Farewell Branches Startle the Magpies" is written on it, Huo Qi's Xishan Garden Tour poem is on it, Li Yangxin's poem is on it, and the poem about Qiu Mo Pond is on it. "Die Lian Hua. The Battle of Xianyang Road" is written in a conspicuous position, with bold handwriting.

Except for Lin Su's poems, which were written by Bi Xuanji, the rest of these newly added poems are all handwritten by himself. With the difference in handwriting, this poem wall begins to show its characteristics of a hundred flowers blooming.

But this wall of poems is not just for leaving poems if you want. After all, its high-end nature lies there - how high-end is the ancient poetry wall that has been handed down from generation to generation? If you want to leave a poem on the wall, it must at least be a golden poem.

In other words, if the poem cannot even achieve the golden light, the poet will not dare to leave it. If a bad poem is forced to leave it, it will not be famous for the ages, but infamous for the ages.

Living in the middle of the mountain is still quiet.

Lin Su gently knocked on the Zen door, and someone came over. When the door opened, Lin Su was stunned...

The person who opened the door was still the little monk who opened the door when he first came, but what surprised him was that the little monk had become smaller again. Last time he looked seven or eight years old, and now he looked at it, and he was clearly in a preschool...

"Master!" The little monk jumped up happily, knelt down in front of Lin Su with a bang, and hugged Lin Su's legs.

Lin Su touched his little bald head and felt deeply: "Will you continue to get smaller?"

"The sutra master said it might be possible..." Little Bald Kongya scratched his head and responded sheepishly.

"So, next time I come to see you, maybe I need to bring a milk bottle?" Lin Su stretched out his hand and took out a wooden box from his belt: "Inside are the newly made snacks. You should hurry up and eat them. I'll wait for you to change." Go back to your baby state, and you won’t be able to eat without your teeth.”

"Thank you, Master!" The little bald man was about to kowtow.

Lin Su bowed and supported his little head: "Good boy, go over there and kowtow..."

Point to a piece of bluestone outside the door.

"Yes!" The little monk's figure flashed and landed on the big bluestone. Boo! A round pit appeared on the big bluestone, which was exactly the same size as the little monk's head. The little monk raised his head and looked at Lin Suxiao. His forehead was covered with stone powder...

Lin Su waved his hand: "Go and read the Bible!"

"yes!"

A second pit appeared on the big bluestone...

Lin Su entered the courtyard and bumped into Bi Xuanji who was coming towards him...

Lin Su smiled: "You have to praise me today. I helped you save at least two floor tiles..."

Bi Xuanji looked over his shoulder and saw the back of the little bald man reading the Bible. She smiled like a spring flower blooming.

"Why are you here?"

"Two answers, one true and one false, which one do you want to hear?"

Bi Xuanji's eyes were filled with confusion: "Tell me everything..."

"The fake answer is... I miss you!"

Bi Xuanji sighed inwardly, sister, look at his unyielding virtue, but he has already said that this is a lie, so what can be done to him?

"Really?"

"The real answer is... I came here specially to ask you for some skills."

Bi Xuanji's eyes became round and he stared at him: "Can I ask for some Kung Fu advice?"

"yes!"

"Buddhism is not actually good at martial arts."

"I know, so the kung fu I want to ask for is not Buddhist martial arts, but... Taoism!"

Bi Xuanji's heart skipped a beat...

Daomen?

She is currently practicing in Lingyin Temple, and she is also a disciple of Lingyin Temple. However, the person in front of her asked her for Taoist Kungfu, and when he mentioned the word "Taoist", he used Wen Dao Chuanyin, No one could hear it but her.

The implications of this made her heart beat wildly.

But Bi Xuanji’s graduation is Bi Xuanji’s, and being motionless as a mountain is his true nature…

"What kind of skill? Show it and see."

Lin Su moved his feet, taking a step, then moved again, and took another step. In the blink of an eye, he took seven or eight steps. His footwork was extremely unique.

If that Zhenzhen had been present just now, he would have been stunned and stunned.

This is the footwork he used just now.

Lin Su only saw him use it once, so he memorized it and copied it almost exactly.

Bi Xuanji said: "Little Zhou Tian's thirty-six steps! It is indeed a Taoist footwork, but unfortunately, you have not practiced it properly. If you use this kind of footwork against the enemy, you will basically die."

Footwork, a melee weapon!

Half a step wrong is fatal.

Therefore, the requirements for footwork are far higher than those for other techniques.

Lin Sudao: "I know, that's why I came to find you."

Bi Xuanji frowned slightly: "Although this footwork is known as one of the thirty-six main skills of Taoism, it is difficult to practice and even harder to master. It often requires the greatest effort, but the effect is not satisfactory. Therefore, it is The name of the main skill has gradually been reduced to the basic skill of the Taoist sect. Are you sure you want to learn this? How about I give you another footwork? It is easier to excel if you use the sword in an eccentric way."

"I still want to learn this. After all, it took me so long to learn it. It's not easy to get to where I am now. I can't give up halfway, right?"

Bi Xuanji nodded, stretched out his hand, and found a yellowed booklet in his palm, which was "Xiao Zhou Tian's Thirty-Six Steps".

This step, as she said, is difficult to learn and master, and it has little practical use. A few people would only learn it if they have a fever. Basically, they have been reduced to the basic Taoist martial arts. What are basic martial arts? That is the kind where the control is not very strict and anyone in the discipline can copy it.

If it is a high-end martial arts, the control will be strict. To learn it, you must have a corresponding identity, and it is strictly forbidden to copy it and take it out of the sect.

Bi Xuanji carries this footwork book with her, but actually has no intention of practicing it. She just uses this footwork as a reference to perfect her shadow skills.

Shadow art, the connection between shadow and body is the foundation. But the shadow's flexibility is the key to determining whether the assassination is successful, and the core essence of Xiao Zhoutian's thirty-six steps is flexibility. The two have similarities and can inspire each other.

Lin Su took the footwork book and read it at a glance...

First page, second page...

Bi Xuanji is so surprised. You can see so quickly. What tricks can you see? Why do I think you have no intention of learning this at all, just looking at it?

After about ten minutes, Lin Su turned to the last page, closed the book, and handed the booklet to Bi Xuanji.

"Don't want to learn anymore?" Bi Xuanji took it.

"I took a look, it's a little complicated, cough... forget it, I am a scholar after all, and I don't seem to need any footwork to fight with others..."

Bi Xuanji despises him a little, look at the excuse you made!

You are indeed a man of letters, and you do not need to fight in close combat, but is this something you just suddenly discovered now? Clearly he is afraid of trouble! lazy!

Forget it, it’s a common problem among geniuses!

Lin Su blinked: "Youwei doesn't live with you?"

Bi Xuanji discovered another shortcoming of genius, that is, he is good at S!

Lu Youwei lives in the temple.

There are not only monks and nuns in the temple, but also pilgrims and boarding guests.

A Buddhist temple can make friends with all living beings and form good relationships. Even if a murderous robber puts down his butcher knife, Buddhism will give him a step up, let alone a down-and-out person in the prime minister's palace.

Lu Youwei's mother, the former Fairy Tianyao, felt lonely in her heart but could not resolve it after she entered the Prime Minister's Mansion. Naturally, she chose Buddhism and sought comfort from Buddhist classics. Over time, the incense money donated to Lingyin Temple was no longer a problem. small amount.

After leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion this time, Lingyin Temple naturally had a quiet room for her.

The quiet house was not big, but it had two or three rooms. One was used as her mother's quiet house, and the other two became the homes of Lu Youwei and Liu'er.

Lu Youwei has a quiet nature, and she is quite adaptable to this kind of environment. That is, Liu'er is not very adaptable. During this period, she mentioned it to Lu Youwei and said, Miss, they have sent me the Autumn Tears perfume. What do you think of it? What's going on?

Lu Youwei glanced at her and was too lazy to answer.