"This is Lizhuang Village..."

On this day, at the entrance of Lizhuang Village, two Taoist priests appeared. One old and one young, the old Taoist priest looks like he is already in his prime, while the young Taoist priest is less than twenty years old.

It's just that the robes on the two people are a little shabby, and they look full of dust and filth. Moreover, there was still some dust on the faces of the two people, and they looked dusty and a little embarrassed. It looked like I was a little tired after walking a short distance.

Especially the old Taoist priest, his lips were a little chapped, bloodshot could be faintly seen, his eyes were also full of bloodshots, and his face was burnt yellow. Originally, because of his age, he didn't have two taels of flesh all over his body, and he looked a little weak at this time.

The little Taoist priest looked slightly better: "Master, this is Lizhuang Village, the kind-hearted layman just now told us that this is Lizhuang Village... Senior Brother Yuan, we should still be in this village, we can finally sleep peacefully and have a full meal!"

There were not many distracting thoughts in the little Taoist's simple eyes. Aside from the desire for a bed, all that was left was to be able to eat a full stomach.

They were originally monks, but because of their limited money, when they had not yet come to Qi Province from Wudang Mountain, the money they brought with them was spent. Sleeping in the open on the way, and even fishing in the mud puddles, the original leftover steamed buns were roasted and eaten on the fire. The master told him that the Taoist priest does not turn into fate and does not bear the burden of cause and effect.

A mouthful of food is a cause and effect, and a bowl of water is a burden.

Moreover, since ancient times, Taoist priests have never changed their fate, do not accept alms from others, and will not reach out to ask for a penny...

As people in the Dao Sect, they should have the integrity of a monk... You can't embarrass your ancestors.

Therefore, along the way, the master and apprentice almost suffered. The soles of his feet were blistered, and his legs were almost broken. I was almost looking forward to coming here, and finally, today, I came to Lizhuang Village...

"Yes, you've broken the vows..."

The old Taoist priest is Zhao Xicheng, the master of Wudang Mountain, this little Taoist priest is his disciple.

Since he knew that the cultivator alliance and the demon clan had failed to attack the island in the middle of the lake and the whole army was wiped out, Zhang Daoran was about to preach, and the master and apprentice hurried over. The stubborn Zhao Xicheng did not use the money left by the two cultivators.

Food and clothing are still difficult to solve, Zhao Xicheng is a long way, spent money to buy a lot of steamed buns, took the car to the territory of Qi Province, and the money on his body was spent... This journey can be said to be a lot of hardship.

There was panic on his face: "The disciple knows his mistake..."

"The body is like a stinky skin, and the will is strong..."

Zhao Xicheng shook his head and opened his mouth to come.

Ran frowned: "Master, this is the words of Buddhism... That time, we accidentally got a copy of the Buddhist scriptures... You..."

"Buddhism is a family, and Buddhism may not be true. Our Quanzhen sect has too many similarities with Buddhism, and there is nothing to say a Buddhist allusion..."Zhao Xicheng raised his head, his cloudy eyes, and looked at Li Zhuang Village: "Have you called your senior brother Yuan?"

Xiao Ran frowned, opened his mouth, and finally muttered, "Quan Zhen can't eat meat yet... Along the way, we encounter puddles and puddles, and you are always happy to fish......"

"What did you say?"

After all, Zhao Xicheng is old and not particularly good at hearing. He muttered quietly again, but he didn't hear clearly.

"It's not a master, the disciple is saying, our phone is down again... This time, Senior Brother Yuan, he didn't pay us the phone bill..."

There was a faint worry in his eyes: "Master, did you say that now, is Zhang Zhenren's sermon over?"

"Zhang Zhenren preaching?"

Zhao Xicheng was a little unsure: "It's been half a month since we left, and according to the date you said Senior Brother Yuan, now we have exceeded the preaching time for eleven days... If Zhang Zhenren preaches for a longer time, we may be able to catch up... As for you, Senior Brother Yuan, you picked it up in the mountain col for your teacher. Weiduguan is his home, and his teacher is his master, how can he not be here to greet his teacher?"

"Master, let's hurry into the village..."

He was faintly flustered, but seeing that the master was so confident, he had to keep his mouth shut.

Looking at Lizhuang Village, it seemed to be a little deserted, and there were not many people coming and going, so he frowned: "Senior Brother Liyuan said that thousands of fellow Taoists gathered here, all to be able to hear Zhang Zhenren preach... Now it seems that the village is deserted, and there is no one to be seen, I wonder if they have gone to the island in the middle of the lake to hear the sermon?"

"Maybe..."

The master and apprentice chatted while walking: "Zhang Zhenren's preaching is a great opportunity. I have long heard that Zhang Zhenren's preaching is like an immortal teaching the law, mysterious and unpredictable. Since they have all come to hear the sermon, they must have gone to the island in the middle of the lake... When we get to the village, we will find you first, Senior Brother Yuan, and then we will go to the island in the middle of the lake..."

Zhao Xicheng was actually hungry, but he couldn't hold it on his face, he only said that he had found the source, and he didn't say anything else.

He suddenly smiled, he knew his master's temperament. Since the master said so, he naturally found Senior Brother Yuan first, then ate his stomach, and then went to listen to the sermon.

"Layman, have you ever met Yuan, have you ever seen him?"

Walking into the village, it was easy to see a few elderly people playing chess, and the master and apprentice hurriedly leaned up.

"Who is the source?"

Several elderly people from Lizhuang Village, who were playing chess, frowned, and their faces were dazed.

"The source is a poor Dao disciple, the poor Dao cultivator Wudang Mountain is not Duguan, and the source is the second disciple of the poor Dao..."

Zhao Xicheng looked at several old people in Lizhuang Village and described: "Liyuan is a little thin, and you can tell it at a glance. Wearing your yellow robes and long hair..."

"This Dao Leader..."

It is the closest to the island in the middle of the lake, plus Zhang Daoran has a high reputation, and he is a cultivator with extraordinary means, Li Zhuang Village is very polite to the Taoist priest: "We have never heard of this Taoist chief you are talking about. A few days ago, there were a lot of Taoist priests in the village, and we don't remember many of them. In addition to the Taoist chief of Longhu Mountain, there are also those Taoist leaders of Laoshan Longmen, we only remember the names of two people, and we know very little about the other Taoist chiefs..."

After all, there is not much fame, and it is in the deep mountains, where do the villagers of Lizhuang Village know about this hidden Taoist temple? Looking at the Taoist temples all over the world, I don't know how many courtyards there are. But the famous, in addition to the five mountains and three mountains, in addition to Laoshan Quanzhen, there is also Longhu Mountain Zhengyi, which is still famous, and who remembers other places?

"Don't you recognize?"

Zhao Xicheng's calm face was a little flustered: "A few laymen, think about it again?"

"This Taoist leader, you are late, just ten days ago, after Zhang Zhenren's sermon ended, those Taoist leaders who lived in our village had already left. Now in our village, it can be said that there is not a single Taoist priest who stays..."

The villagers of Lizhuang Village have already seen that the two Taoist priests, one old and one young, have come to listen to the sermon.

"The sermon is over?"

Zhao Xicheng and Zhiran glanced at each other, and they were a little flustered: "Zhang Zhenren has already finished preaching?

The villager nodded: "This was more than ten days ago..."

Zhao Xicheng was a master and apprentice, but he was instantly dumbfounded.