Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

With the return of Jing Xiaosi, the eldest son, the Marquis of Chang'an became more and more uneasy, and as soon as Jing Xiaosi entered the mansion, he lived in Mrs. Jing's courtyard. As for the cheap brother, he didn't even take a look. It doesn't matter what Marquis Chang'an did.

Jing Chao didn't live long, and once the Marquis of Chang'an confirmed that he was not his son, it was even more impossible to stay in the mansion. Sure enough, but the commotion reached midnight, and Niu's mother and son were escorted to Zhuangzi overnight to 'recover from illness'.

At the Jinhua Temple outside the city at that time, because of the more stable Daoist Taicheng, he was proud of the spring breeze for the past half a year, but now he saw the silver-white hair, wrinkled and aging junior Taiyang Taoist priest, his good mood suddenly disappeared, and his eyes were horrified looked at this junior.

"Are you suffering a backlash? Who, who did you fight, and why?" Taicheng Daoist was very angry. Someone dared to break ground on their Jinhua Temple. This is not taking him seriously.

Daoist Taiyang coughed a few times while clutching his painful chest, and said, "It's a bastard and a fox. I accidentally got it wrong. But this is not the point now, please help me, brother."

"You've been hit by the backlash, so why isn't that the point?" Daoist Taicheng frowned, with some doubts, and said: "Your Taoism also has nine levels, but you still got the backlash, and the other party's Taoism is actually a bit stronger than you. What a fool!" Bitch?"

Daoist Taiyang said with a sullen face: "If it wasn't because my technique was broken and I got a backlash, how could he be able to deceive me?"

"What technique?"

Taiyang Dao's long lips pursed, his eyes dodged a little.

Daoist Taicheng became more and more suspicious, squinting at him, suddenly thought of something, and said in shock: "Have you practiced those forbidden techniques?"

Daoist Taiyang lowered his head.

"You're crazy!" Seeing his appearance, Master Taicheng scolded him angrily, "We were born in the righteous way, and we are true disciples of the righteous way. How dare you go against the order of your master and practice forbidden techniques in private? ?”

Daoist Taiyang retorted: "Senior brother, I only want to cultivate for longevity, and I also want to cultivate to be stronger, so as to strengthen the prestige of our Jinhua Temple."

"Shut up!" Daoist Taicheng scolded angrily: "Cultivating longevity is the righteous way of longevity, not the evil art that is not tolerated by the world. Do you remember the former Qingping Temple, the Taoist priest named Chi Zhenzi, whose talent in cultivation is better than anyone else?" Gao, but in order to practice the so-called Heaven-reaching Dao, he willingly practiced evil ways, practiced the forbidden art, was despised by the world's righteous sects, and was not tolerated by the masters, and was punished and killed in the Tianjue Valley, and his soul was scattered."

Daoist Taiyang sneered: "Of course I remember that Chi Zhenzi said he was killed. Who knows if he really died? I don't believe that he didn't have any life-saving techniques. Maybe he used some forbidden technique to fake his death to make his brother think he was dead." The soul is gone."

Tai Cheng fell back in anger, and sneered: "You mean you want to emulate him?"

"Senior brother, I just think our Jinhua Temple is stronger, am I wrong?" Taicheng Daoist said anxiously: "Now is not the time to care about this, senior brother, you must help me, and only you can help me .”

"What kind of forbidden technique are you using?"

"Snatch life."

What?

Daoist Taicheng's eyes darkened, and he pointed at him with trembling fingers: "You, you, you, you are not afraid of being punished by heaven."

No, it's already happened. Look at the backlash. They all have a short life of twenty or thirty years, right?

"Your cultivation has also regressed?" Daoist Taicheng asked in surprise.

Daoist Taiyang nodded with a bitter face, if not for that, he would never have thought of asking his senior brother for help.

Master Taicheng staggered again, really wanting to be knocked unconscious by a thunderbolt.

It was a big blow.

"You are so confused, are you stupid?" Taicheng was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, and cursed: "This kind of forbidden technique is not tolerated by heaven and earth. Once the technique is successful, you will suffer five disadvantages and three disadvantages. Once the technique is broken, you will suffer backlash. How can you do such a thankless thing, are you crazy, what kind of benefits did the other party promise you?"

That's right, for a while Taiyang couldn't see with his eyes, and he stayed in seclusion for a whole month. Could it be because he planted such a forbidden technique for people?

"Senior brother, I can't help it. That is my only son. If I don't save him, he will surely die. Senior brother, I only have such a son."

Daoist Taicheng was stunned, he didn't even have a Taoist companion, when did he have a son?

Daoist Taiyang explained: "Ten years ago, when I was walking in the secular world, I had double cultivation with a woman..."

Daoist Taicheng's old face turned hot, don't talk about it, I'm ashamed to panic when I hear it.

But when he revealed the child's identity, Master Taicheng jumped up, staring palely and said: "So, you made Marquis Chang'an a bastard?"

Junior brother, you are so powerful, you are so green that you are on the head of a marquis, you are so capable of killing.

Marquis Chang'an: Where's the sword? Where's my sword?

Daoist Taiyang said: "I only had that child at that time, senior brother, you must know that as our cultivation level increases, it will be more difficult to have offspring if we want to have offspring. I also have no intention of becoming a Taoist couple, I just want to practice Taoism, so I have to keep this child."

"The name is not right and the words are not right. How do you know if you have an affair with that good woman, and the law of heaven can't bear it, so that the child is born weak... No, the technique is broken, and you are backlashed, and the child can't escape." Tai Cheng The real person carefully looked at Taiyang's face, counted his fingers, and as his face became paler and his forehead was sweating, his throat was a bit fishy and sweet.

Fortune-telling is even more difficult than ordinary people's fortune-telling, and Taicheng Daoist's aura is also a little messy.

Daoist Taicheng performed a small cycle of breath adjustment, and sighed: "Junior brother, you want to cultivate the way of longevity, so why bother to be attached to future generations, you cultivate longevity, but see the descendants one step ahead of you one by one, what's the point? ? That child is not related to you after all, so don’t make mistakes because of this mistake, instead, you will make mistakes in your cultivation.”

Daoist Taiyang's face sank: "Brother, what do you mean?"

"That child won't live long." Master Taicheng said with a cold face: "This is the karma you made yourself, it's fate."

"Brother!" Daoist Taiyang's face was distorted, he didn't believe in fate, he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, are you going to watch your nephew die?"

Master Taicheng frowned: "Junior brother, don't be obsessed. Once this child's life experience cannot be concealed, the Marquis of Chang'an will definitely not let it go."

Daoist Taiyang snorted: "I see how he dares to treat me like a warlock?"

Seeing him like this, Master Taicheng frowned into a Sichuan character, feeling a little ominous in his heart, feeling that this plague-stricken junior would bring great trouble to the Taoist temple, so he said: "Junior..."

"It's not good, it's not good." A Taoist boy rushed in, his navy blue Taoist hat fell to the ground, and he raised his head and said to the real Taicheng: "Monastery Master, it's not good. Surrounded by a group of officers and soldiers, said yes, said they wanted to capture Yaodao!"

Master Taicheng: It's really good, but it's not ugly. It really hits the mark.

As soon as I sit in front of the computer, my back hurts, my heart is full of boredom, and I am even more afraid of writing rubbish and crashing. I am anxious and anxious. My mentality is broken. What should I do? Am I listening to meditation scriptures instead of pop songs? !