I have an eternal eye

Are there conditions?

When the old Taoist Xuancheng heard this, he felt relieved, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Donor, please tell me."

He has seen all the vicissitudes of life and intrigues, and what he doesn't believe the most is that pie can fall from the sky.

A small abandoned temple costs two hundred taels of silver.

If there are no conditions, he is a liar.

Zhang Biao sighed, "I'll tell you the truth. I used to hang out in public houses. I'm used to seeing people's sinister people, so I'm determined to practice Taoism."

"I casually wandered to Fengyifang and saw the abandoned Taoist temple. I felt connected to it for some reason. I wanted to ask for some Taoist scriptures so that I could study and understand them in my free time."

"I heard that the Taoist priest was kind-hearted and took in many orphans, so I didn't want to bargain."

"Oh I got it…"

After hearing this, the defensive look in Xuancheng's eyes suddenly disappeared. He pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "Old Taoist, I have seen many pilgrims. I just pray to God for peace of mind."

"The same is true for Taoist scriptures. It is nothing more than seeking peace and quiet and leading people to do good. If the donor has good thoughts in his heart, he has attained the Tao."

"However, since the benefactor wants it, there is no need for the old man to hide his secrets. Please come with me."

After that, he led Zhang Biao to a warehouse.

Wow…

The rusty iron lock was opened, and the pungent dust and dust mixed with a faint musty smell were greeted.

Seeing this, Old Taoist Xuancheng felt a little embarrassed, "It must be due to the return of waterlogging this summer. I have been busy with the Autumn Kitchen Festival recently, and I haven't dried it yet."

Zhang Biao said sternly: "It doesn't matter. If you worry about everything, Taoist priest is the one who has the right way."

"The donor is grateful."

Old Taoist Xuancheng laughed dumbly, "There is no one in this mortal world who is not a fool, and I am the same, Old Taoist."

"Donor, please do as you please. Pindao will go and get the land deed."

After that, he turned around and left in a hurry.

He painstakingly prepared for the Autumn Zao Festival in order to earn more money at the temple fair to maintain the Taoist temple's food and clothing expenses.

Now Zhang Biao's two hundred taels of silver have simply solved his urgent need.

Zhang Biao didn't bother to answer. His attention was completely attracted by the statues in the warehouse.

This statue is the same as the one in the abandoned Taoist temple. It also wears Taoist robes, bamboo armor and a long sword, but it is completely preserved and the paint is only slightly faded.

The appearance of the statue is very domineering, with a green beard like a halberd, thick eyebrows, and a face as black as paint, even a little ferocious, as if glaring at evil spirits.

This person... is definitely a monk!

Zhang Biao calmed down and entered the warehouse.

There is a statue of the god in the center of this warehouse, a row of bookshelves on the right, and sundries stacked on the left.

The old Taoist did not clean it up, so it was covered with dust.

When I came to the right side, I saw that the entire bookshelf was full. There were various books, some old and new, with different editions and sizes, but they were all covered with dust and had mildew spots on them.

After Zhang Biao saw it, he immediately frowned.

He originally had a trick.

The "Three Yang Sutra" was soaked in alchemist's potion and will not decay for thousands of years. You can probably judge it based on the writing format.

I didn't expect that Master Xuancheng would be so careless in storing all kinds of miscellaneous books. In addition, due to the return of moisture and mold, I'm afraid I have to clean and select them one by one.

Sure enough, when I picked out a book at random, it was a popular book called "Jingxu Travels".

The so-called "vulgar storytelling" means translating scripture stories, first narrating them in plain prose, and then elaborating and rendering them in rhymes and singing.

It is somewhat similar to the Drum Book. Taoist monks often use this method to perform in gathering places to promote doctrines and encourage people to do good.

After Zhang Biao was reborn, apart from practicing martial arts, listening to these "common" stories was his greatest pastime, except for the storytellers in teahouses and restaurants.

He happened to have heard of "Jingxu's Travels", which was about the great achievements of the previous dynasty. A Taoist named Wu Jingxu's experience of traveling around and catching monsters was regarded as a legend.

Not to mention the chronology, even the descriptions of ghosts are far-fetched and made up at random.

"Donor Zhang..."

While Zhang Biao was checking them one by one, Taoist Xuancheng had obtained the land deed and came to find him.

Zhang Biao shook his head slightly, put down the scripture in his hand, looked at the statue and asked: "Taoist Master, is this the God of Chongyang Guanzheng, right? Don't you know the name of the god?"

Old Taoist Xuancheng looked embarrassed, "But it made donor Zhang laugh. This is the true god of Chongyang who has been worshiped by our Chongyang Temple for generations."

"According to the ancient records in the temple, Chongyang Master attained Taoism in ancient times and was the best at subduing and eliminating demons and saving the common people."

"No one knows his full name, only his surname is Tu..."

…………

When asked about the surname of the statue enshrined in Chongyang Temple, Zhang Biao completely confirmed that Chongyang Temple is definitely related to the Xuanyang lineage.

Leaving behind a deposit of thirty taels, Zhang Biao hurried back home and sold all the remaining golden bird's nests and large seahorses in Anrenfang, earning more than nine hundred taels of silver.

I handed over the remaining silver, asked someone to be a surety, and went to Jingzhao Mansion to register. Since Chongyang Temple is a Taoist temple, I had to go to Chongxuan Office to register...

No matter how fast I go, it's almost dusk when I'm done.

After returning home, taking decoctions to practice his Qi, and having dinner, Zhang Biao lit candles, looked at the old land deeds and more than 700 taels of silver in his hands, and fell into deep thought.

Renovating the Taoist temple would probably consume a lot of money, and as a secret training place, some projects had to be done by him personally, and it could not be done overnight.

The more important thing now is to eliminate the "whisper" ghost A Guang, otherwise the big ghost of the Witch Temple will definitely cause trouble for him if he escapes.

Cui Laodao mentioned this matter a while ago and asked him to help build a bridge and take a piece of meat from Yi Chonghui...

But to succeed, you must be fully prepared.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao looked out the window and saw that night had fallen, so he changed into night clothes, put on his "Tai Sui" ghost face, and secretly went out...

………………

At night in Yujing City, the difference is obvious.

Dignitaries and dignitaries gathered in the north. Even at night, many deep mansions and courtyards were brightly lit, holding banquets or entertaining theater troupes.

Taipingfang, in particular, is even more dazzling.

In Nancheng, where civilians gathered, it was relatively quiet. Because of the "Red Fierce" incident a few days ago, even the Jinwu guards patrolling the streets passed by in a hurry, unwilling to stay for a long time.

On the roof, a wild cat crouched with its eyes shining in the darkness, staring at the mice escaping from the culvert.

Suddenly, its fur exploded all over its body, and it jumped up and ran to the surrounding trees for shelter.

In the darkness, a figure was seen running quickly on the wall of the square, rising into the air from time to time, using the hook lock in his hand to pass through the eaves, brackets and scattered roofs.

The black shadow is naturally Zhang Biao.

After becoming a monk, although the acupoints all over the body have not yet been opened and the muscles and bones have begun to be strengthened, the five senses have become more sensitive.

The direct benefit is that it is faster to fly over walls and walls in the dark, as if you are blending into the night.

Hearing the sound of wind in his ears, Zhang Biao felt an inexplicable sense of joy in his heart. This was a feeling he had never experienced in the Six Doors.

It's like being freed from restraints and free to roam around the world.

Suddenly, he ducked out of sight and hid in the darkness under the eaves.

I saw a figure jumping up to the wall of the square, standing with a knife, looking around cautiously.

Under the moonlight, the six-door official uniform is very obvious.

It's Han Zhong, the silver medal catcher in the sect.

Zhang Biao was thoughtful after seeing it.

He heard that the night patrol had ended, but it seemed to be just an illusion. It was clearly a strategy of loosening up the outside and tightening up the inside, so he sent out experts to patrol the night.

It seems that Zhuge Shenzhen is preparing to fight against the Lianhua Sect to the death...

After the silver medal catcher Han Zhong left, Zhang Biao sneaked along the dark shadow of the house towards a temple.

This is Dadefang, Chongsheng Temple.

To eliminate "whisper" ghosts, you need to use tricks and incantations. The most important tool is spiritual objects.

Zhang Biao has experience. This thing is naturally found in places with strong incense.

Chongsheng Temple is the most popular temple in Nancheng, and it is much stronger than the former Zhaoguo Temple.

The reason is very simple. Many of the pilgrims at Zhaoguo Temple are wealthy businessmen, while most of the pilgrims at Chongsheng Temple are ordinary people.

The Medicine Buddha here is said to be very efficacious. If someone in their family is sick, they will come to offer incense and pray.

It was very quiet in the temple.

Several lanterns flickered in the courtyard, and the monk on night watch yawned continuously.

Zhang Biao felt relieved after seeing it.

It seemed like it was just an ordinary temple. If it was like Zhaoguo Temple, he wouldn't want to mess with it.

Zhang Biao’s target was naturally the Medicine Master’s Palace.

I saw the main entrance of the Medicine Master's Hall was wide open, the oil lamp was dim, and the young monk responsible for adding oil and incense was leaning on the beam and sleeping soundly.

There was a smile on Zhang Biao's lips. Even if he couldn't find spiritual instruments during this trip, those old incense would still be a good harvest.

However, just as he was about to jump off the eaves, he suddenly heard the sound of wind and hurriedly hid himself.

In the darkness, a black shadow appeared on the roof, tiptoeing towards the Medicine Master's Hall.

Why is there anyone else?

Could it be that he is an empty thief...

Zhang Biao was speechless and prepared to knock him unconscious.

At this moment, the man made a "squeaking" sound, and then a big mouse jumped out of the darkness.

The mouse rustled into the Medicine Master's Hall, faced the little monk, and blew out a puff of yellow smoke...