Beisi Lake Island was originally very quiet, but two speedboats broke through the calm of the water and quickly approached the island in the middle of the lake.

"Are you sure this is the island in the middle of the lake you said, and Sanqingguan is on this island?"

On the two speedboats, there were four or five people on each speedboat. Vaguely seeing the island in the middle of the lake towering in the lake, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses asked with a frown.

The boat was driven by the young man who had come and gone to Huxin Island to ferry to the Taoist priest who came to Huxin Island, and a companion of the young man, who listened to the middle-aged man's inquiry, and hesitated slightly. This middle-aged man brought seven or eight people, one of whom was also middle-aged, and the rest were young people. Dressed in suits and leather shoes, the young man didn't know what these people were doing on the island in the middle of the lake.

The traditional virtues of the Chinese have always been good and not bad, because I don't know where this middle-aged man comes from, but that is not angry and arrogant, the kind of superior atmosphere that is different from ordinary people, makes the young man still say carefully: "If you ask about Sanqingguan, this is this place." At the beginning, many Taoist chiefs came and went here, and I used this speedboat to pick them up and go to and from the county seat and the island in the middle of the lake. ”

"Then do you know what the Dao chief here is capable of?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and continued to ask.

The young man was a little unhappy in his heart, this middle-aged man may have been in power for a long time, and he had a condescending habit of speaking. This made the young man very uncomfortable, in fact, I really want to tell this middle-aged man, if you don't believe it, you go and inquire yourself and then come to take a boat, I am just a ferryman.

The money was not easy to make in these years, so the young man had to bite the bullet and said: "I don't know what skills I have, but I know that the Taoist priests who come here have great respect for the Taoist of Sanqingguan." ”

The middle-aged man stopped talking, and the island in the middle of the lake gradually approached. The entrance is surrounded by lotus leaves, and only a small boat can pass through the waterway. The island in the middle of the lake is not big or small, and there is nothing special about it.

Finally approached the dock, and after landing on the shore, two middle-aged people stood on the pier, and the other six young people stood in the distance, faintly distancing themselves from the two middle-aged people. A young man in his thirties was a little dissatisfied, and muttered in a low voice: "The department is different, and they really treat us as bodyguards?"

The middle-aged man seems to know that the youth is dissatisfied, and he does not care. Raising his head and looking at the island, there was nothing unusual: "It's really incredible, there can be a master retreating here." ”

Speaking of the masters, the faces of the two middle-aged men were a little solemn.

Predicting the earthquake, coming and going without a trace, the gods and goddesses......

Only those young men had strange faces on their faces.

"We'll be back soon, you're waiting here. ”

He said a word to the young man who sailed the boat, and his tone may have been gentle, but the young man stopped in his ears, but it was a little harsh.

The passengers or road chiefs I met before were very polite, but they were very polite and regarded themselves as subordinates?

"Of course you'll be back soon......"

The young man muttered quietly, dissatisfaction on his face.

The other young man didn't have this young man's feelings at all: "Brother Yuan, you seem to be very dissatisfied, people don't give us less money." ”

Brother Yuan raised his head and glanced at the young man: "Haozi, you don't feel it, these people seem to be very different. Although they tried to speak in a gentle tone, I still felt a little pressure. ”

"No, I don't feel it. ”

Haozi was a little curious: "Brother Yuan, you seem to know that they will be back soon." ”

"Of course..."I have witnessed many Taoist climbers, but they were blocked by the formation, and they came directly to the foot of the mountain not once or twice, Brother Yuan smiled: "There is a formation here, and when you reach the halfway point of the mountain, you will be teleported down." ”

"Uh..."

Haozi is full of black lines: "Brother Yuan, you have seen too much recently"

Formation, why don't you say that there are immortals here?

"You'll find out later if I lied to you. ”

Brother Yuan didn't speak, he took his mobile phone and began to flip through it. Haozi was a little dissatisfied: ""Cultivating the Red Dust" is really so good-looking?"

"It's hard to find a good-looking one, although this one is slightly flawed, but it has a fairy spirit. It makes people feel quiet when they read it, and the author's writing is constantly improving and he is also very diligent. That kind of cultivator's transformation of the Dao heart of immortals and mortals is the most wonderful. I suggest you also take a look, with a positive ......"

Haozi didn't like to watch, and the bored viewers looked around and no longer paid attention to Brother Yuan. In less than half an hour, after a long wait, Haozi inadvertently saw the originally empty foot of the mountain, and the seven or eight climbers suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain. And these seven or eight people don't seem to realize that they suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain, raised their footsteps, habitually fell, and continued to climb the mountain.

Haozi opened his mouth wide, if he didn't know that these people were a living person, Haozi would have thought that he had seen a ghost.

"Brother Yuan... They've really been teleported down..."

Haozi was slightly surprised and shouted in a low voice.

At this time, those climbers also realized that something was wrong, and looked at the foot of the mountain reflexively, their faces were very exciting: "This... Returned?"

"This is the formation!" Another middle-aged man had a hint of respect on his face, and sighed: "It seems that the masters here are very unwelcome to us, the formation is blocked, and we can't reach the top of the mountain!"

"Director Fang..."The middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses frowned slightly, suppressing the undulating waves in his heart. Glancing at the young men: "Maybe some people will come, with hostility, and we will be blocked at the foot of the mountain." The earthquake has happened, the rumors have been shattered, and they are still arresting people here..."

The faces of those young people changed, and they suddenly stepped forward: "Director Zhu, what did you say?

"Last night, no, it should be said that seven or eight hours ago, that is, at three o'clock in the morning, there was an 8.1 magnitude earthquake in Wengu County, and Wengu County was already in ruins. Otherwise, what are we doing here?"

Director Zhu, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, had a trace of sadness on his face: "Before the catastrophe, our Earthquake Bureau only made a slight prediction a few seconds before the earthquake, but unfortunately it was too late. And this master predicted an earthquake, and no one believed it. We are here today, firstly, to apologize, and secondly, to ask the master to go to Wengu with Director Fang to preside over the transcendent puja. This matter is secret and cannot be known to the outside world. ”

Since ancient times, officials do not ask divination, and business does not perform hexagrams.

Director Zhu looked at the young man and said, "Captain Bai, you haven't received the news from above?"

"No," Captain Bai shook his head blankly, and suddenly turned around and left. boarded the speedboat and urged Haozi: "Hurry up and go to the county seat!"

If the earthquake really happened, what is the point of arresting the rumormongers? Wengu and their relatives don't know if they have been killed.

Six people crowded on the speedboat, and Haozi hesitated for a while, but still started the speedboat and left the dock.

A trace of doubt appeared on Director Zhu's sad face: "We have received the news, the master is here, Captain Bai has not received the news, maybe the Wengu Police Station ......"

Director Zhu didn't finish speaking, but Director Fang already understood that all of them had been killed......

At the beginning, the entire county town of Wengu was spreading, and the Taoist priests of Sanqingguan predicted that there would be an earthquake in Wengu, but not many people believed it, including them. If you believe it, the entire Wengu County, as well as the surrounding casualties, will not appear.

"Is this mountain still climbing?"

Director Zhu hesitated: "It is said that after the earthquake, someone saw this master on the ruins of Wengu County. However, this master came and went without a trace, appeared for less than a moment, and then disappeared again. This is thousands of miles away from Wengu County, and the master is probably still in Wengu County. ”

Director Fang frowned: "There are people from the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism who went to Wengu, but when the news came, they didn't see the figure of the master. It is said that the Sanqing Guan Guan is a young Taoist master with profound skills. However, thousands of miles of road, the road in Wengu is damaged, and it is impossible to return here without three days. Let's go back and preside over the puja, which should be ...... after the rescue is over."

As he spoke, Director Fang was silent, staring at the top of the mountain with a pair of eyes that were a little distracted. Director Zhu also turned his head to look, only to see a young Taoist priest slowly descending from the middle of the mountain......