I am your natural enemy

Qingxuzi has been thinking about this for a long time. It is not appropriate to directly recruit people, and it is impossible to do it.

However, it is normal for disciples without Taoist names to go out to study. No matter which disciples of the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, it is impossible to train them completely in the mountains since childhood.

Going to school is a must. In addition to going to school, you have to practice martial arts to lay the foundation, and you have to learn Taoist scriptures. There are so many things to learn.

In addition to the core things, it is common to go to other temples, other temples, and other places to learn and experience.

It is also normal to be a nominal disciple.

This time, Qingxuzi has found an impeccable reason. Wen Yan can't practice Taoism, and the upper limit of martial arts training is fixed. But Wen Yan has a certificate, and it is a heaven-granted treasure certificate.

In addition, he gets along well with the ghosts and ghosts, and his reputation among the ghosts is also good. Turning to the route of controlling ghosts and gods in Qingcheng is quite feasible.

Wen Yan can't practice martial arts anymore, but Lieyang is not gone. With this, he is more suitable to control ghosts and gods.

As long as Wen Yan is in Qingcheng, his Taoist name is Qingcheng, and he has learned things from Qingcheng.

Hey, when Wen Yan's son grows up, Wen Yan can't not teach his son everything he has learned, right?

I want both father and son, and I want them reasonably. No one in Fuyu Mountain can say no.

Qingxuzi's calculations are clacking.

When he met Wen Yan today, he suddenly had an idea and asked a martial artist like Wen Yan to interpret the fortune. As a result, Qingxuzi was very happy.

If Wen Yan didn't want to learn, he had to give it to Wen Yan as a miscellaneous book. As long as he read it, according to the current environment, he would definitely use it in the future.

The many ghosts that appeared this year have become more and more weird. Although they are far away from the realm of ghosts and gods, many of them have some strange magical powers.

One of the reasons why Luotian Dajiao was held in Qingcheng was to communicate more with the people of Qingcheng. There were not many opportunities to gather so many Taoists at once.

Wen Yan was pulled by Qingxuzi and squatted in the front mountain, just like a disciple of Qingcheng. When the sun rose, some Taoists arrived in advance and Wen Yan was also pulled to greet them.

Wen Yan had no choice. Qingxuzi said that he was a junior, and he couldn't say no. He couldn't hold the classics given by Qingxuzi and say that he was from Fuyu Mountain when he met people...

It was not until Yan Zhikong appeared that Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly found an excuse to slip away.

"Daoist Master Yan, please stay. I have something to talk to you about. A senior from Laojun Mountain asked me to bring a letter."

"Which elder is it?"

"Daoist Master Pingyangzi."

Hearing this name, Yan Zhikong's face became serious and he immediately stretched out his hand to invite him.

"Please."

Then he bowed to Qingxuzi.

"Master, forgive me. I will take my leave first."

Qingxuzi saw Yan Zhikong's attitude and didn't know what to say. He could only let Wen Yan do what he wanted.

Before Wen Yan ran away, he watched Qingxuzi pull him and stuff several books into his pocket, asking him to read them first and talk to him later if he didn't understand anything.

Wen Yan took Yan Zhikong to a secluded pavilion and sent Yan Zhikong a lot of pictures.

"This is what Master Pingyangzi asked me to pass on to Laojun Mountain. I saw your name on the list of Qingcheng, so I waited for you here.

Each page of the picture was photographed three times to ensure that there were no problems. You can sort it out yourself when you go back.

I really don't understand the content above. I can only guarantee that the order is correct and the photos are clear."

Yan Zhikong hesitated for a while, but still didn't ask where these pictures came from.

There are basically people who come down from Laojun Mountain in every generation. From ancient times to the present, the total number is actually not too many.

Yan Zhikong had naturally heard of the Taoist name Pingyangzi. This was a generation of people who came down from the mountain hundreds of years ago. At that time, there was a time of war and chaos, and demons were rampant.

According to the records of Laojun Mountain, this generation of people who came down from the mountain died unexpectedly. In the end, because the area was a battlefield at that time and it was too chaotic, the body could not be identified.

"Thank you."

Yan Zhikong only glanced at it for a few times, and before he finished reading a page, his face became serious, and he took a step back in a serious manner, bowed his hands and bowed.

"You're welcome. This senior fought fiercely with the mountain king in order to save the Lieyang of that generation. After the fierce battle, he trapped the mountain king for a long time and died of exhaustion. But I don't know the specific reasons. These are the things left by this senior."

"These things are precious and can make up for a road that was not taken back then. Many of the words used in them are the words that the seniors of Laojun Mountain used to use when recording things. It's normal that people outside can't understand them."

After Yan Zhikong thanked him, he hurried to contact the elders of the sect. Today's altar-setting task was not very urgent, so it had to be postponed.

After dialing the phone and notifying, Yan Zhikong waited for more than ten minutes before calling again.

"Master, Fellow Daoist Wen Yan from Fuyu Mountain just sent me some handwritten works by the founder of Pingyangzi. I have sent them back. Do you have a computer? Can I take a look first?"

"Okay, as long as I read them correctly, I will trouble you and the uncles and uncles to record and proofread them. If possible, can you translate a copy and give it to Fellow Daoist Wen?"

"Yes, I also think it is right. The handwritten works of the founder have been lost for hundreds of years. It is reasonable to show some appreciation for seeing the light of day."

"Well, Master, it's not that the original version is not good, but... Fellow Daoist Wen should not be good at these things, and he may misunderstand the original version..."

Yan Zhikong said it very tactfully, and he didn't dare to say directly that Wen Yan was a martial artist from Mount Fuyu who became a monk on the way, and his buff stack was almost full.

Before going down the mountain, Yan Zhikong, like his predecessors in Laojun Mountain, always acquiesced to his comrades from three mountains and five mountains. Not to mention that all of them were hexagonal warriors, at least in terms of basics, they definitely had no shortcomings.

It wasn't until he went down the mountain for a while that he clearly realized the old saying, a ruler is short, an inch is long.

For example, Wen Yan is really good at fighting. At least among his peers, Yan Zhikong feels that no one may be better at fighting than Wen Yan. As for other things, it's hard to say.

The handwriting left by the seniors at Laojunshan fell into Wen Yan's hands, and Wen Yan probably couldn't understand it...

But he felt that the content in it should be somewhat helpful to Wen Yan, so he mentioned it, specially translated it, and gave Wen Yan a copy.

On the other side, Wen Yan didn't wait for Yan Zhikong. He finished his work and wandered into the mountain with his hands behind his back to watch the excitement.

Today is the pulpit, the opening ceremony, and tomorrow is the official opening ceremony.

In addition to people from the Three Mountains and Five Mountains, people from various mountains and sects will be sent here, but these are just for observation, similar to ordinary tourists.

Those who really participate need quotas. The review is also very strict, and the Lieyang Department is not easy to speak.

Wen Yan didn't care. He had a quota in Nanwu County and a quota in Fuyu Mountain. Logically speaking, he actually needed to participate in the forum, but he knew his own level and didn't want to embarrass himself.

Suitable places for various palaces and mountains in Qingcheng have been planned for a long time. When the altar was being held, there were various altars.

There are all kinds of altars, such as the altar of salvation, the altar of morality, the altar of Shunxing, the altar of blessing, and the altar of auspiciousness, each with its own emphasis.

The appearance of so many Dharma altars together is something that can only happen at such a big event.

As it approached noon, Wen Yan walked forward in the mountains, tens of meters at a time. At this time, he could clearly feel the changes in the atmosphere of the mountains. This was because some altars had been arranged, and some needed to be opened at noon.

Many of them are too complicated. Wen Yan, like ordinary tourists, can just watch the fun.

When we arrived at the back mountain, we saw that the altar for subduing demons had been arranged. After the altar was opened, the atmosphere was solemn and solemn, just like a giant spirit god sitting beside the altars, guarding here.

Wen Yan then understood why his uncle from the fourth master had just asked him to come here.

He is indeed only suitable to come here. He has no sense of participation in other Dharma altars. He cannot even recite a complete sutra silently, which is really difficult for him.

I have met many Taoist priests, each of whom has a deeper knowledge and solid foundation than the last. Wen Yan can only envy him.

Half a day later, when the sun began to set, Wen Yan couldn't stay any longer. He called Feng Wei and Tong Si and took them to stroll around here.

The official opening will be tomorrow. If A Piao like the two of them, who were not invited, wanders around randomly, something might happen. I will show them around tonight and let them go back.

Otherwise, when the ceremony to welcome the gods begins tomorrow daytime, it would be too unfair if they were treated as monsters and monsters and dealt with easily.

After walking around for a while, when they came to the foot of the mountain, Wen Yan blessed the two of them with yang energy, made them appear, and took them to eat, drink, and walk around the town.

When Wen Yan walked to a corner of the town, he saw a place with an attraction sign called Bajiaojing.

There is also a stone tablet under the brand, which introduces this octagonal well.

This well is made of stones and has an octagonal shape, so it is called the Octagonal Well. It is said that it can be traced back to more than a thousand years ago.

The well water here is sweet and clear, and has never dried up for thousands of years. In the past, people here relied on this well for a series of needs such as water and fire protection.

Nowadays, it is rarely used. Every household has running water and there are fire hydrants every other section of the street. The well has become an attraction.

Wen Yan walked here and just after reading the introduction, he heard a voice behind him.

"Is the matter done?"

Wen Yanhan's hair stood up. He was so close to someone's back, but he didn't sense it in advance. Only after the other person made a sound did he feel the Yin Qi behind him.

When I turned around, it turned out to be Lao Luo whom I had seen in the morning.

Lao Luo stood at most two meters away from him, with a hint of joy and expectation in his words.

Wen Yan is very familiar with this mentality. The first time he got his tax refund, it was like this. He got unexpected money from the official in a reasonable and legal way. The amount of money was secondary, the main thing was I'll be happy if I can get it.

Wen Yan looked at Tong Si next to him. Tong Si looked confused, with shock in his eyes.

Wen Yan felt relieved now, and Tong Si didn't even notice it.

"When I'm done, I'll come here first to identify the place. I've never been here before. Let's look for where the Bajiaojing is first. As for you, I'll ask you."

Wen Yan took out his mobile phone and asked about the black box first. The black box had been found and the program had been completed.

After the uncle came to visit the advertised B\u0026B business, he decisively accepted the punishment and also studied the relevant regulations in the office.

As for the bonus for Lao Luo, naturally he has applied for it and it has been approved here.

Obviously, they all want to resolve this matter as soon as possible, so as to avoid being bothered. The stubborn A Piao is thinking about the two hundred yuan, in case he is found, it will not be worth it.

For this kind of A Piao, it is still mainly smooth hair, which is completely compliant, and there is really no need for cards.

Wen Yan dialed the number given by Black Box, communicated with the person, and got a response quickly.

Tomorrow is the official opening time of the Qingcheng Luotian Grand Ceremony. Not to mention the local Lieyang Department, all the bureaus are working overtime and on standby at any time.

Wen Yan roughly understood what Lao Luo wanted, so he took Lao Luo to the nearby police station, where the director was already waiting.

Not only was there a formal stamped list, but also a certificate of honor, and finally 200 yuan in cash.

Lao Luo was guided through the procedures, smiling so much that his mouth almost stretched to his ears.

After getting the money and the list with the official seal, Lao Luo took a breath.

"It really is, this policy is really good."

"Lao Luo, where did you hear these things?" Wen Yan came over and asked.

"I heard from others that if you make contributions, you will not only have money, but also status if you accumulate a lot."

"Keep this phone number. If you have any problems in the future, just call this number. If you need your status, I can still say a few words. As long as you really make contributions, I promise that no one will hold you back. What you deserve is what you deserve."

"What's your name? I forgot."

"My name is Wen Yan, Decheng Wen Yan."

"Decheng Wen Yan, I seem to have heard of your name."

Back in the town, when he arrived at the Bajiaojing, Lao Luo suddenly stopped.

"I remember something."

"You tell me."

"Does it count as a merit? Can I get an identity?"

"I can't guarantee that. If I agree without hearing anything, I'm fooling you. We have to discuss each matter separately. There are rules. Not everyone in my family has an identity."

"I saw someone delivering something that day. They took a small path. They said it was for tomorrow."

"What is it? Where is it?"

"I didn't see anything. It was wrapped. It was the small path in Qingcheng before. It was the path to the Taiyin Domain."

As he was talking, Wen Yan heard a rumbling sound in the sky from a distance.

He looked back for a moment, and when he looked back again, Lao Luo was gone.

Wen Yan looked at Tong Si on the side, and Tong Si pointed to the octagonal well.

"A small path suddenly extended from the well. He followed the path into the well and disappeared."

Wen Yan looked at the octagonal well and was silent for a while.

Now he felt that it might not be a coincidence that he met Lao Luo, this strange ghost.

He took out his mobile phone and asked Black Box to check what the thunder sound was.

Black Box said that the surrounding area was controlling the weather, and all the clouds that were floating here and might rain were controlled in advance, so that they would rain in advance to ensure good weather tomorrow.

This was something that had been planned long ago, and the Meteorological Bureau was also carrying out the task according to the plan.

Wen Yan took the mobile phone and sent a message to the head of the headquarters first. It is better to believe it than not to believe it.

Then he took people and went straight to Qingcheng Mountain. He had to tell Taoist Qingxuzi in advance that someone might come to make trouble.

Wen Yan didn't quite understand. Who was it that dared to make trouble at this time? Was he tired of living?

On the other side, under the octagonal well, the underground water veins were connected in all directions, and the water veins at the bottom of the well were connected in all directions. The location of the octagonal well was like eight underground water veins running through it from top to bottom.

Under the quiet water, a huge snake with a black body and a broken horn on its head was lying quietly.

The eight water veins passing through here were like eight chains, binding and suppressing it here.

Lao Luo appeared silently, floating in the water, looking at the black snake.

"I went to see him. He does have a divine treasure scroll on him, and it is of the water system.

I will definitely be noticed if I get within ten feet of him.

His divine treasure scroll has a high charm, higher than all the water-related scroll granters in Qingcheng.

Moreover, the rumors should be true, he has no talent for cultivation.

He is very disciplined, even if he wants to get some information, he doesn't say anything empty.

I think that cooperating with the guy over there is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger.

It is better to cooperate directly with this guy.

He brought two ghosts with him, both of whom were not affected by any What is bound by?

He also respects them and will ask them for advice.

As far as I know, he has a good relationship with some monsters.

The only serious water god in Xijiang in recent years is the one he is trying to get.

King Guilong should also get along well with him.

I saw it myself, and I think you should think about it carefully.

It's not too late to stop at the brink.

No matter what they are going to do tomorrow, you will definitely not get any benefit.

Moreover, you will never be able to get off the bus and make a new choice. "

Lao Luo said calmly and his words were also very formal.

After he personally contacted Wen Yan, some of his original ideas became more firm.

The black snake suppressed by the water veins opened its eyes, revealing a pair of emerald green vertical pupils.

"Are you sure you want to break off with those people now? Is it too late?"

"Those people can't give you what you want. They are just using you. You should know that.

Even if what they said about asking for a title is true, have you ever thought about the price?

Since ancient times, there has never been a title without a price.

Someone has to pay the price. If no one pays the price, you will have to pay it yourself in the end.

I don't believe them. I would rather believe someone who abides by the rules and has a good reputation."

"Just because of this?" Black Snake said with a little dissatisfaction.

"No, he introduced himself as Wen Yan from Decheng, not Wen Yan from Fuyu Mountain."

"Just because of this?"

"Yes." Lao Luo answered this word very firmly.

The black snake stared at Lao Luo's eyes for a long time, then nodded.

"Okay, I'll believe you once."

"No matter who I believe, it's better than believing those guys." Lao Luo smiled, took a step forward, and his figure gradually turned transparent, blending into the black snake's body bit by bit.

The black snake's vertical pupils instantly turned into human eyes, and then changed back to the original emerald green vertical pupils in an instant, but the look in his eyes was a little different from before, with a little more humanity in it.