Taoist Master, Stop Fighting. The Heavenly Path Is Almost Destroyed

Moonlight night.

Yinlong Temple goes eastward for an unknown number of 26,000 miles, across mountains and rivers. In a deep black mountain range, countless twisted black trees grow intertwined, twisted, and connected. Countless black strange birds inhabit it. superior.

These strange black trees have no leaves, but have countless aerial roots hanging from their branches, making them look even more eerie and terrifying under the moonlight.

At this time, among the black trees, a tall black tree stood out the most.

It is a dead black tree without a crown, as if someone has cut off its head. The dead branches grow ferociously towards both sides, as if stretching out two arms.

Under this tree, there is a crack of unknown depth.

His eyes followed this crack and found a huge lake of blood that was constantly rolling and surging. Bubbles were bubbling on the lake from time to time, and the rich smell of blood condensed in the air.

A young Taoist priest wearing a blood-red robe sat cross-legged next to the blood lake with his eyes closed.

Stab, sting.

Under the moonlight, a tall and mysterious man wearing a black hood came in the moonlight, stepping on the soft soil and leaving deep footprints. Because his arrival stirred up the black people living in the trees. The ferocity of the strange bird.

Countless black strange birds fluttered their wings and flew towards it with their scarlet eyes open, but they were all turned into pulp by the mysterious man's casserole-sized fist.

He came to the side of the headless monster tree, glanced at the deep crack, and jumped in without blinking. Behind him were the corpses of countless strange birds.

"For humble duties, please refer to the Great Protector."

"Follow the God of Immortality and save the world with great mercy."

The mysterious man came to the side of the blood-robed Taoist, pushed the golden mountain, and knelt down like a jade pillar.

"Get up, whose hand has the left arm of the Immortal God fallen into now? Who ruined the good things I taught you?"

An angry sound wave suddenly emerged, resounding throughout the entire underground, causing rock fragments around the ground to fall rustlingly, falling into the blood lake, and causing blood flowers to bloom.

Hearing the angry voice of the Great Protector, the body of the mysterious man who was so arrogant when he killed the black strange bird could not help but tremble, and he quickly responded:

"Dear Protector, our secret agent in Zhen'an Division has received news about this matter. We have fallen into the trap of Zhen'an Division."

"Our actions in Fengyun County have long been known by the Zhen'an Division. They deceived us and used us to summon the left arm of the Immortal God and then took it away."

A flash of light flashed in the blood-robed Taoist's eyes, and he pondered for a while and said:

"I always feel a little strange about this matter."

"Bawang Chicken, I'll leave this matter to you."

"You should work harder and go to Fengyun County to find out the truth. If it's really a trap set by the Zhen'an Department, it's fine. If someone ruins my good deeds, you know what to do."

"Accept the decree of the Great Protector."

The mysterious man said. He pulled down his hood and revealed a huge chicken head under the light source provided by the underground night pearl.

This mysterious man turned out to be a chicken-headed man.

The beak is red, the skin is black, there is a green sarcoma-like comb on the top of the head, two white lines winding downward from the shoulders to the waist, the muscles all over the body are knotted, and the muscle knots are so swollen that it looks like each muscle has gone through puberty alone. The fist can stand a person, and the arms can run a horse.

The chicken-headed man clasped his fists fiercely, stood up suddenly, turned around and left, resolutely.

After the chicken-headed man left, the blood-robed Taoist raised his left hand, and a small crystal coffin slowly rose from the blood lake. Inside was a baby's body and two legs.

The blood-robed Taoist sighed.

"Alas, Zhenjun's left arm fell into the hands of Zhen'an Si, and things are a bit difficult to handle."

"Time is running out."

The blood-robed Taoist's eyes fell on the crystal coffin, and the greedy look in his eyes flashed away. Then he waved his hand, and the crystal coffin slowly sank into the blood lake.

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The next day, it was three o'clock in the morning, and Yi Chen got up lazily.

The little cat lay quietly on his bedside. It liked to smell the pure Yang scent of Yi Chen's body. It insisted on lying next to him at night, but it couldn't be resisted, so Yi Chen simply let it go.

After introducing Xiaomiao to Qingyunzi and the others, Yi Chen asked Qingfeng and Mingyue to take Xiaomiao to play. He had something to discuss with Qingyunzi.

"What? Taoist temple expansion?"

"Adopt a few more children?" Qingyunzi looked at Yi Chen in surprise, "Brother, where did we get so much money?"

Yi Chen, like a magic trick, took out three thousand taels of silver notes from the bag he carried with him and handed it to Qingyunzi, who instantly shocked Qingyunzi to death.

He knew that Yi Chen made a lot of money, but he didn't expect it to be so much.

For a moment, his eyes started to look weird.

What other industry has Senior Brother empowered? Why did you suddenly earn so much money?

Not long after, a blast fell on his head.

"How dare you look at your senior brother with such a look? Your senior brother earned these bills based on his own ability."

Yi Chen knocked on the table: "Junior brother, the expansion of the Taoist temple is left to you. You have to hire people to do the work and supervise the quality. Don't be afraid of spending money, just go ahead and do it."

"After the expansion of the Taoist temple is completed, I will go to Zhang Captou and say that I want to recruit a few orphans with innocent wealth to join our Hidden Dragon Temple. He will help you."

"Senior brother, I'm afraid I can't do it well, or you should do it." Qingyunzi flinched habitually.

"If you can't do it well, learn to do it. Is anyone born knowing everything? Just do it boldly. If you don't do it well, your senior brother will be behind you."

Yi Chen waved his hand and settled the matter without hesitation.

This was a decision he made after careful consideration.

Qingyunzi and others cannot live under his wings forever, they must stand up and experience.

How could the future Master of the Hidden Dragon Temple be a person who is ignorant of the world? Entrusting him with the expansion of the Taoist Temple this time is also the first step in training him.

You may have to pay some tuition fees, spend more money, and make some mistakes, but it is all worth it.

It's not terrible to suffer a loss. What's terrible is not knowing where the loss lies. With Qingyunzi's intelligence, Yi Chen thinks he will understand.

This kind of experience, dealing with the three religions and nine streams, will also be of certain benefit to Qingyunzi's practice.

Cultivation in this realm has certain requirements for the spiritual realm.

One of the requirements for spiritual awakening is to understand one's mind and nature, and when one advances to a higher realm in the future, the spiritual requirements will be even higher.

Even if you are cultivating, you cannot find a cat in the deep mountains and old forests, hide in a small building and become one, regardless of winter, summer, spring and autumn.

Escape from the world, think that you are immune to all dharma, and emerge from the world in a floating world, but you have actually gone astray.

How can the mind be strong without experience and training?

How can you know beauty if you have never seen ugliness?

If you have never been in the world, how can you dare to say that you are born in the world?

Anyone who cultivates to great heights must first enter the world and then be born into it. There is absolutely no cat who practices hard in one place and then becomes a master.

Elite disciples from various sects and aristocratic families will go out to see the world and use their own experiences as evidence to strengthen their minds.

Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles.

What you learn on paper is ultimately shallow, and you know that you have to do it in detail. This is the truth.

And since Yi Chen took over as the headmaster of Yinlong Temple, a series of things have happened, and Qingyunzi has become a little too dependent on him.

This is a bad sign.

Mountains will collapse if you rely on them, and people will fall if you rely on others. People must learn to strengthen themselves.

But he still remembered the surprise and fear he felt when he finally saw the mark of the underworld on Yi Chen's body during the distracted and fierce battle with Yan Zhenren of the Corpse God Cult.

A distraction almost forced Yi Chen into a desperate situation. People like these all avoided the underworld and kept secrets. This made Yi Chen's sense of crisis about the underworld rise to another level.

If it weren't for the fact that the Sword of Damocles above his head would fall down at some point, no one would be willing to receive electric shocks every day.

Without the intimidation of the underworld, Yi Chen would never dare to think that he would do such a cruel job to himself.

Sometimes you don’t know how much potential you have unless you push yourself.

Now Yi Chen can obtain some source points in about two days through Lei Shuyu's hard training every day, which is much more efficient than the ancient fish-explosion period.

Under the pressure of the death crisis, he did not dare to relax for a moment.

After arranging everything, Yi Chenchang let out a breath and was about to steal half a day's free time when a horse came from afar. It was Lin Zhengyi and Lin Baihu.

"Taoist Priest, I'm afraid that Mrs. Wang's only time is these two days. Is it convenient for you to come to the county town tomorrow?"

Yi Chen, who spent three thousand taels at a time and wanted to make a living, immediately agreed.

"Don't worry, Baihu, I will set off early tomorrow morning, and I will not be late."