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It rained all the time.

Lightning.

On the muddy mountain road, three men in black wearing hats are slowly walking in the torrential rain.

Two of them were carrying a wooden coffin.

The coffin was apparently newly made by a tree in the mountains, and it still had new traces of knives and axes, and, in a simple shape, there were three green leaves on it.

"Chief, I remember there was a temple in front of me. A man in black carrying a wooden coffin spoke.

"What temple?" The man in black who was walking in front paused slightly, and slowly raised his head, revealing a delicate and snow-white face.

It was a woman, a very beautiful woman, but her face was as pale as paper, like a dead man, and there was not a trace of blood in sight.

Moreover, not only the face, but also the woman's eyes are gray-white, without a trace of brilliance and light in them, and what is alive is the manifestation of "dilated pupils".

"Mountain Temple, Chief, look...... There are still lights faintly lit in the temple. The man in black who carried the coffin spoke again.

"There are still people who worship the mountain god?"

"Autumn is coming, and it is estimated that it is a student who went to Shangdang County to catch the exam. ”

"Okay, then follow the old way, and look at the way I look later!" the woman nodded, and her exposed face slowly disappeared under the wide hat.

"Understood!" the two men in black who carried the coffin nodded in unison.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning struck.

The 'moon' shape symbol on the chests of the three men in black was illuminated, and a small black cloth flag hung around each of the three people's waists.

The small flag was only the size of a palm, like a command flag, but it was painted with a few strange cloud patterns and eight small white characters with vigorous strokes.

"Patrol the mountains and keep vigil, and all evils retreat!"

......

Mountain Temple.

A short and fat figure crossed between Yan Ruyu and the little white fox.

After hearing the sound of saliva "coo", Thirteen Xiaobao immediately protected the little white fox behind him, but the 'mood' was a little different from the last time.

Last time it was protection, this time it's blocking!

"Sister Xiaobai, don't look at him anymore, take a good look at me, I'm your thirteenth brother. Thirteen Xiaobao blocked the little white fox's view while shaking the little white fox's arm with his hand.

"Thirteen brothers?" The little white fox seemed to wake up from a 'dream', but he didn't listen to the words of the thirteen little treasures, but as soon as he woke up, he once again stretched out his little head from the back of the thirteen little treasures, staring at a pair of big black and round eyes and continued to look at Yan Ruyu.

As always, it's cute.

It's just that the red light and wildness inside have disappeared.

"Hallucination?" Yan Ruyu's forehead dripped, a drop of cold sweat.

He really felt the wildness in the eyes of the little white fox just now, and that wildness was not the 'cute' and 'appreciation' that it is now, but 'occupying' and 'tearing'.

This feeling was very strange, he vaguely felt that the little white fox wanted to forcibly take possession of him, and seemed to want to eat him alive and tear him apart.

The two 'emotions' are intertwined, like a beast staring at its prey, and like a prostitute staring at a prostitute, making it impossible to judge at all.

So, does this little white fox want to eat me, or does it want to fall in love with me?

"Yan Gongzi, please come and sit inside. ”

At this moment, Mr. Big's voice came again.

Yan Ruyu glanced at it, Mr. Big was pointing at a dilapidated futon on the ground with his paws, and this futon didn't know how many times it had been repaired.

It was black and white, stained with a lot of unknown things.

Yan Ruyu has no habit of cleanliness, but he is also reluctant to sit on it, because the position of this futon is behind the stone statue of the mountain god, once he sits down, it is basically impossible to escape.

"Be cautious, it's always wrong to be cautious!" Yan Ruyu recalled the wild eyes of the little white fox just now, and her heart couldn't help but rise vigilantly.

Although, by arguing with the stone statue of the mountain god, he shocked the old fox, but after all, there is a room of fox spirits in this temple, who can guarantee safety?

If you really want to talk about the degree of secrecy, the 'people in the same way' are definitely not as reliable as the 'dead people'!

Yan Ruyu felt that he couldn't completely relax his vigilance for the time being, at least, he couldn't let the old fox feel that he could have a chance to kill him, so he smiled after a little thought.

"It has always been my Taoist tradition to worship the temple, this mountain god stone statue has just been inspired by me to show the holy incarnation, and I debated the Tao, it is also a bit extraordinary, when it is worth my incense to worship, please also ask Mr. Big to take the futon, carefully placed in front of the mountain god stone statue. ”

"Placed in the mountain god stone...... Yes, yes, Yan Gongzi is so right, we are also cultivators, we should come to worship Xiangxiang!" Mr. Big immediately had an epiphany and quickly hugged the futon to the stone statue of the mountain god, but he did not immediately kneel down, but signaled Yan Ruyu to invite first.

Yan Ruyu didn't be "polite" anymore, he knotted the Dao seal in his hand, and made a salute to the stone statue of the mountain god, and then took out a blank piece of paper from the wooden box.

Grinding, writing.

In a short time, he wrote eight large characters with vigorous strokes.

"The Tao is learned from the heart, and the heart is pretended. ”

"Good word!"

Mr. Big didn't hold back and cheered, because these eight words were really well written, and they were done in one go, like a flying dragon entrenched on the paper, wanting to soar into the clouds.

Yan Ruyu smiled indifferently.

The book is over!

Light it with a lamp and burn it in front of the stone statue.

Then, after a little more bowing, it can be regarded as worshipping the mountain god.

After reading Yan Ruyu's complete set of 'processes', Mr. Big immediately motioned to the Thirteen Little Treasures and the Little White Fox with his eyes, and worshiped together with reference to Yan Ruyu's process.

It's just that the words written are crooked.

"Mr. Big, what does that mean?"

"Don't ask, just write it!"

"Good ......"

A few little foxes are also in kind of school.

Yan Ruyu stepped back slightly, keeping an effective distance to watch, and at the same time, she was secretly thinking about the next step in her heart.

For the time being, this old fox should really regard himself as a Taoist disciple, in this case, can he take this opportunity to get his hands on that Taoist ancient book?

After all, he still has some doubts about the power of this world.

For example, if Confucianism has meritorious fame, it will have Haoran righteousness, reading and practicing calligraphy can improve the concentration of Haoran righteousness, but if you do not achieve fame, no matter how much you study, it is useless.

This setting sounds normal, but when you think about it, it's problematic.

Because, in essence, 'fame' is an 'illusory' existence, and it should not be the key to opening up one's cultivation.

However, the 'fame' of this world seems to be 'real', as if something powerful is being controlled in the 'higher planes'.

Although Yan Ruyu has been in this world for five years, the knowledge he has actually come into contact with is still too narrow to understand the problems.

However, in front of him, his 'Dao Seal' was inexplicably opened, coupled with the 'Dao Sect Ancient Text' in front of him, he faintly felt that this was an opportunity to 'spy on the truth'.

Get your feet wet......

If there is no danger, just prostitute an ancient Taoist book for nothing!

If you find danger at once, give up immediately and turn around and run for your life!

(Don't prostitute it in vain, collect, recommend tickets, and reward a little wow!)