I control the world with magic

Sikong Zhen walked through a dense forest and stepped onto a winding bluestone path. A quiet Taoist temple soon came into view.

It was the Changsheng Taoist Temple.

Entering the Taoist temple, it seemed as if he had entered a peaceful world, with only the occasional bird calls echoing in the air.

In the courtyard, several ancient pines and cypresses stood proudly, and their vigorous trunks seemed to be telling the story of the years.

"Ah!" A scream completely destroyed the beautiful atmosphere in the Taoist temple.

Jun Wushang ran out of the hall, holding his head and running away. Behind him was the furious Taoist Xuanqing holding a sword.

"You evil disciple, Master asked you to wipe the statue of Changsheng Tianzun, but you accidentally broke it! Today Master is going to clean up the mess!"

Jun Wushang shouted in injustice: "It's none of my business, I just wiped it lightly, and the statue broke by itself!"

"Nonsense, Master has worshipped this statue for many years without any problems, how come it broke when you touched it? Evil disciple, you dare to quibble! Take Master's sword!" Xuanqing Taoist's eyes flickered, and he shouted fiercely, but his hands were very soft and weak, and Jun Wushang dodged it several times.

Of course, he knew that the statue was not broken by Jun Wushang, but the statue was broken when he met Su Mu last time, and then he glued it back together. The reason why he asked Jun Wushang to wipe it this time was of course intentional.

Jun Wushang, who always smiles, is really panicked this time, because he knows that the statue of Changsheng Tianzun is the lifeblood of his master. In the past, no matter how he made trouble, even if he pointed at his master's nose and scolded him, his master would not really be angry, but now...

Finally, Jun Wushang was forced into a dead end by Xuanqing Laodao, and the shining sword was raised high, flashing cold light.

Jun Wushang was frightened and his face turned pale, his eyes full of guilt: "Master, that statue is really not..."

"Shut up! Evil disciple! You still want to quibble at this point, do you really think that the master's sword is not good?" Xuanqing Laodao was furious.

The guilty Jun Wushang lowered his head: "Master, I was wrong, I am willing to accept the punishment."

Seeing Jun Wushang's guilt, Xuanqing Laodao laughed in his heart, he knew that his goal had been achieved. Since he knew that this kid's future achievements were limitless, he has been thinking about how to tie this kid down. After all, those fucked-up things he did before... It's better not to mention them.

Today's move was the self-torture trick he had been thinking about for a long time.

First, let this kid feel guilty and ashamed, and then he couldn't bear to do it anymore, threw away the sword, tears streaming down his face, and the master and disciple hugged each other and cried hahahaha......

Seeing that the time was almost right, Taoist Xuanqing waved the sword in his hand, and Jun Wushang hurriedly hugged his head and dodged in panic. He did not resist his master, and in his heart he didn't want to believe that his master would kill him.

Seeing that the sword had fallen, Taoist Xuanqing quietly loosened his palm, waiting for the sword to fall to the ground with a clang, so that he could start the performance, and tears in his old eyes began to brew.

But at this moment, bang!

A stone broke through the air and knocked the sword in Taoist Xuanqing's hand away.

"Master Xuanqing, spare his life." Sikong Zhen came from a distance.

Taoist Xuanqing froze. He looked at Sikong Zhen, who was walking quickly, the sword that fell to the ground, and Jun Wushang, who had a complicated expression. He was numb...completely numb.

"Master, this is your only disciple after all. He is not guilty of death anyway. Please show mercy." Sikong Zhen said seriously.

His idea was very simple. Taoist Xuanqing would not live long. Jun Wushang would inherit the mantle of Changsheng Taoist Temple sooner or later. If Jun Wushang went to the imperial capital in the future and was sought after by the nobles like Taoist Xuanqing, then he could be regarded as selling himself in advance.

It was just a small effort, and perhaps he would win the friendship of the future celebrity in the imperial capital. After all, this was a life-saving grace.

Taoist Xuanqing: "......."

Jun Wushang picked up the sword on the ground with a complicated expression and put it in Taoist Xuanqing's hand: "Master, I didn't expect you to really kill me because of this matter. Anyway, you picked up my life, so you can kill me if you want."

Taoist Xuanqing: "......."

"Little brother, your master is just angry, how could he kill you? You go first, I will persuade him later. Besides, I came here to find your master for something important." Sikong Zhen stood between the two and persuaded Jun Wushang to leave. He was worried that Taoist Xuanqing would not give up, so he dragged him into the hall.

In the hall.

Sikong Zhen frowned, he didn't understand why Taoist Xuanqing looked at him so strangely, angry? Resentful?

"Master, don't blame me, your disciple has a good character, he......."

"Fuck you!!" Taoist Xuanqing suddenly roared, and he was so angry that he opened his mouth.His old face flushed: "Who the hell told you to meddle in other people's business? Do you know that it was almost done, I, the Taoist..."

"Master! Calm down, he is your only disciple, even if you kill him in anger today, you will regret it in the future!"

Outside the main hall, Jun Wushang, who had not walked far, heard the furious voice of Master Xuanqing, and his expression became more and more depressed. He left the Changsheng Taoist Temple without saying a word, his figure depressed.

"You asked me to calm down!? How can I calm down? Ah ah ah! It's ruined, everything is ruined by you, who will take care of me in the future?" The collapsed Master Xuanqing squatted on the ground, beating his chest and stamping his feet.

Sikong Zhen's frown deepened. He didn't intend to care about the mess between the master and the apprentice anymore. He said bluntly: "Master, I came here this time to ask you for help with something important.

I have reported your deduction results about the seven deadly sins to the royal family before. The royal family has issued a death order. Please deduce the true identity of the seven deadly sins. Even if you can't deduce arrogance, anyone else can do it."

"No, find another job." The dejected old Taoist Xuanqing refused without thinking.

Sikong Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, and calmly took out a small square box from his arms: "The royal family knows that your life is coming to an end, so they specially asked me to give you the three-leaf longevity grass. Taoist priest, you should know that this precious extraordinary material is coveted by even the great nobles. You can imagine the determination of the royal family to catch the seven deadly sins."

The eyes of the old Taoist Xuanqing flickered. He naturally knew the preciousness of the three-leaf longevity grass. This is a magical object that can prolong life. The more leaves it has, the higher its value. The three-leaf longevity grass can prolong life by three years!

The royal family can take out such a treasure, and he knows very well that he can't refuse it. It's not that he covets the three-leaf longevity grass, but once he refuses, he will inevitably suffer a catastrophic disaster.

So, he took the small square box from Sikong Zhen's hand, and his old face showed a covetous greed: "You have this treasure, you should have said it earlier."