Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Hey, who told you that I am a tourist!" Zhang Xiaorui with his hands on his hips, his posture is very arrogant, but the little priests were shocked.

"you are……"

"You don't know me? I am..."

Ye Shaoyang grabbed her mouth and said in her ear: "What do you do with this, I am not telling you, don't pick up the identity, let's take a micro-visit private visit and see how Xiaosu manages the mountain gate. ""

"Oh, I was excited and forgot." Zhang Xiaoli spit out his tongue and smiled at the little Taoist. Just about to speak, the little Taoist doubted: "You are not tourists, that is, the local people came to listen to the dojo?"

Ye Shaoyang immediately said in his native language: "Yes, yes, I am from Lizuo Village in the foothills. I heard that there is a dojo today, I will come over and wonder what is the dojo today?"

The priest listened to him and said the local name, and no longer doubted it. He said: "Today is the first day of September, the day of the advent of Nandou Xingjun, and the master of the Taoist priest presides over the blessing conference. Outside the Guangsha Hall of Houshan, Kyrgyzstan is coming soon, and the two are coming."

After giving a ritual, pointing them in the direction, then they walked away.

"Dao Lingzi, what a ghost?" Zhang Xiaorui asked with a narrow eye.

Ye Shaoyang tapped on her forehead. "No nonsense, the Tao Lingzi must be the Taoist number."

"Oh, that... I suddenly thought, Master, don't you have a Taoist name, and there are also teachers and grandsons. Why don't you have a track with the Taoist wind?"

"Who said no. The wind is his slogan. He has no father and no mother. He has no name since he was a child. My master gave him a name, both as a name and as a slogan."

Zhang Xiaorui suddenly realized, and muttered: "Dao Fengzi, Dao Lingzi, what is the name of the Master? What have I never seen you use?"

"I am not sitting in the palace on the hill, doing anything with the track!"

"Then tell me, what is your name? Road fool, rice husk?"

Ye Shaoyang knocked her again and replied: "Who told you what I must call, your master, my name is Shaoyangzi!"

"Hey, Shaoyangzi... It sounds good." Zhang Xiaorui took his arm and begged: "Master, you also give me a slogan, be a bit domineering, and be tender, um, best. Listening makes people remember..."

When the two arrived outside the Guangsha Hall of Houshan, the dojo had begun, and the altar was placed in the middle, enshrining the statue of Sanqing. In front of the altar, there was a square wide cloth, and in the middle was a picture of Taiji Pisces, surrounded by copper pots. The suppression is four forms of turtles, deer, cranes and horses.

Su Qinzhang wears a crown, wearing a robes with a blue sky and clouds, holding a placard, standing in front of the altar, reading the Taoist singer, paving a road with a red velvet carpet in front, a row of small stations on each side. Taoist priests, wearing yellow robes with black edges, knocking in rows and killing them in a row.

Surrounded by dozens of villagers, the birds were silent. Under the guidance of the Taoist priests, they came to the altar to pray for incense. After the completion, Su Qinzhang used his left hand and three fingers to pinch a scent of ash from the incense burner of the altar. Click on the pilgrim's eyebrows to bless the Sanqing and avoid disasters.

Ye Shaoyang repeatedly asked Zhang Xiaorui not to talk, and then took her into the middle of the villagers, pretending to watch the fun.

"Master, don't you say that you are one of Maoshan's descendants? Where are these Taoist priests?" Zhang Xiaorui could not help but ask.

Ye Shaoyang glanced at the people around him. Fortunately, the sound of killing and knocking was very loud. These people looked at the dojo side with full concentration. No one noticed what Zhang Xiaorui said.

"Let you shut up!" Ye Shaoyang knocked on her head again and suddenly thought of an interesting question: I usually don't like to knock people, and I don't knock others. Why do I want to knock on my head when I see Zhang Xiaorui? Is it because of his own apprentice?

Suddenly thought that Qingyunzi also liked to knock on his own head. It seems that this 80% is the result of subtle influence and became the inheritance of Maoshan mentor.

"The madman left, the inner door is only one of me, of course, there are some outside disciples, but there have not been so many before." Ye Shaoyang looked up and looked at it. Many of them were raw faces. It is estimated that Su Qinzhang’s new disciples.

Ye Shaoyang observed Su Qinzhang's every move on the dojo. He felt that there was already some master's temperament between his behaviors, and he was very satisfied. At this time, I heard a few big chats in front of me. One said: "The dojo is finished, is it to explain the dream?"

"The interpretation of dreams is tomorrow. It used to be half a month. Now it is changed to once a week. This successor is really diligent." Another answer.

"Yeah, the former Qingyunzi Daochang is not on the mountain, saying that it is half a month, sometimes two or three months, and no one can come."

"Don't say this, although the Qingyunzi Dao is lazy, but it is really mana, whether it is to explain dreams, or to cure evils, it is a quasi-standard, this Tao Lingzi is still poor. Oh."

"Of course, Qingyunzi is a master, this is an apprentice, naturally different."

The other said: "The apprentice is not the same as the apprentice. In the past, Shaoyang’s kid, I saw it is much more powerful than this."

One sentence caused the resonance of the surrounding people, and they discussed Ye Shaoyang one after another. One big man said: "To say Shaoyang, I grew up. Although this kid is mischievous, he is not as serious as his master. He always likes to play tricks. Girl, but the ability is really not bad, no worse than his master."

Ye Shaoyang listened to the sound and knew that Liu Wei, who was selling the biscuits in the scenic spot, couldn’t help it. He took a picture on her shoulder and whispered, “I said Liu Wei, are you hurting me or hurting me?”

Liu Wei was shocked. When he looked back, he smiled and smiled. "Oh, Shaoyang! It’s really you, you come back!"

Several villagers around him also recognized him. These people are all looking at Ye Shaoyang, and in their hearts, they did not regard him as a high-ranking person, but like the children of their own village, the next generation, immediately I chatted intimately, and then someone noticed the existence of Zhang Xiaorui, and immediately became his wife, various discussions.

Ye Shaoyang did not even have a chance to defend. He had to let them talk about what you said.

When they said that it was enough, Ye Shaoyang only inquired about some of the recent works and styles of Su Qinzhang on the mountain. The general response was very good. It was much harder than Qingyunzi and his time on the mountain. After Ye Shaoyang listened, the psychology also counted. After finishing, Ye Shaoyang warmly said goodbye to the villagers, promised that they would live for a few days, and they had to go to their homes to turn around. These villagers were reluctant to leave.