It was a day of driving, and at night he witnessed Li Xiuyan and others fighting, and Lao Dao and Qin Chuan were exhausted.

After Li Xiuyan and the others left, Lao Dao hurriedly took the talisman seal back, and carefully wrapped it in his arms with the finest silk.

Qin Chuan was so sleepy that he rubbed his eyes and quipped: "Put the sauce beef and Fu Seal together, Lao Dao, you are really not afraid that the next time you use Fu Seal, it will still taste like marinade, haha." ”

Lao Dao originally wanted to keep the sauce beef and eat it in the Taoist temple, after all, the Taoist temple with heavy snow closed the mountain, there was no one to live, there was nothing to fight the tooth sacrifice, and the long waiting time was really boring.

But after a night of exhaustion, both of them have nothing in their stomachs, if there is nothing to support, it takes physical strength to cross the mountains and mountains, and they don't know when they will be able to rush back to the Taoist temple. So Lao Dao took out the sauce beef from the cloth bag again, gave Qin Chuan three pieces, shook the wine bag, listened to the sound and said with a mouthful of lips: "What does it matter if the sauce beef and the talisman seal are put together?

"Hehe, don't say it, your ghost drawing talisman is amazing, as soon as the killing character is taken out, the wolf howls in the entire valley of the ghost valley, scaring the two spirit gathering masters into a fart and peeing ....... Qin Chuan patted his ass, but his eyes were staring at the wine bag in Lao Dao's hand, listening to the sound of shaking just now, at most, a few sips would be drunk by the two of them.

Lao Dao kicked Qin Chuan's ass: "Rabbit cub, that's a talisman seal! Fu Seal! A talisman that gathers the aura of heaven and earth!" Lao Dao was very dissatisfied with Qin Chuan's statement that the ghost drew a talisman.

"Yes, yes, this talisman is really powerful, don't you say that this is a radius of thousands of miles, it belongs to the vigorous incense in our view, or you are well managed. Qin Chuan was not ashamed, and was still flattering.

"It's just that the two stupid donkeys who don't open their eyes caused me to summon the talisman at the bottom of the box again, and this time I have to nourish myself again. Lao Dao pinned the wine bag to his waist, thought about it, and handed the wine bag to Qin Chuan.

After staying in the pine needle jungle for a night, Lao Dao was uncomfortable, patted the fallen pine needles, and tightened the worn-out sword box behind his back with a rope before he was a little satisfied. Qin Chuan often doesn't understand why an old Taoist who takes out a talisman seal likes to carry a sword box on his back, but never takes it out to show people, which is really a unique habit.

"If they knew you still had a stack of talismans, they would probably be scared to death. It was slightly cold in the mountains, Qin Chuan took the wine bag and took a sip, his clothes were thin, and he tightened the cloth clothes and said.

When Lao Dao heard this, he smiled slightly, waved his hand again and again and said, "There are not a few, there are not a few!" After speaking, he stopped speaking.

Qin Chuan's eyes rolled and said, "But really, I touched the cloth bag before, and it was still very thick."

The two praised each other, squinted on the spot for a while, and there was a faint snoring sound.

Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, and there were dozens of corpses lying on the ground of the bison pass not far away, Lao Dao rested for a while, took the last wine bag and hung it on his waist and said: "Although we are just spectators, after all, in the bison pass, there are usually many mountain hunters passing by, or the farmers in the mountain villages make a living from this, so we clean up carefully, so as not to summon jackals, tigers and leopards, so that others will be frightened." ”

"Okay, do you still follow the old rules?" Qin Chuan asked. After a few sips of strong wine, Qin Chuan's back began to emit white gas, as if he was exercising his skills.

The Taoist temple is located in the wilderness, and there are usually fewer pilgrims, so they earn some oil and salt money for the wedding banquet and performance, and at the same time, they also go out for the funeral. The so-called old rule is to play the "Mantra of Death", but the Taoist temple is located in a remote area, and the white thing does not get much money, the old Taoist at the wedding banquet "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" is the most well-known, this trip to Qingzhou City, is entrusted by a friend to play. It's just that in recent years, it has not been peaceful, the hunters in the mountains and the people in the fields are often robbed by robbers and bandits, or there are many exacting taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and they are powerless.

But Qin Chuan is young, and he is not interested in this music and rhythm, but he travels with Lao Dao for a long time, and a few fixed tunes, about to know, but he has rarely played it in front of everyone, after all, the money given by the master family cannot be messed up, only when there are few people, or when Lao Dao is tired, it is replaced by Qin Chuan.

Hearing Qin Chuan's inquiry, Lao Dao replied, "Okay, you can come." After speaking, he handed the suona to Qin Chuan, after all, Qin Chuan may make a living from this in the future, so it is better to get familiar with it as soon as possible.

Took over the suona, luck dantian, closed eyes and recuperated, although there is no Danhai, empty mountain two places contain the aura of heaven and earth, it is difficult to play with an ordinary breath, but Qin Chuan is full of childishness, everything is not easy to admit defeat, although I don't like this red and white happy event to play music, but has been living from this, always have to learn a little tune.

Qin Chuan pressed his suona eyes, puffed up his breath and began to blow, the initial notes together, there was a sad sound, the whole bison pass echoed, and then the sound whined, like weeping, which made people cry.

Although Qin Chuan is young, he is young and old, and he has his own perception of some world affairs.

"Yes, it's a bit hot now, and if I'm older in the future, I can't be busy, you can really help me. Lao Dao was not disturbed by the "Death Curse" at all, perhaps he had been numb after hearing it many times, and said to Qin Chuan appreciatively.

If the ordinary white things are presided over by Lao Dao, but today, it is different from the usual funeral, so Lao Dao asked Qin Chuan to try to play, if he is proficient, he will also make a living by eating in the future.

Ordinary people may not know why a rare Fu Seal Master in the world actually lives by Taoist temples, and he never gets tired of it. However, as we all know, Fu Seal Master enters and exits the world, his whereabouts are difficult to determine, and what he understands is the various states of life, joys, sorrows, and sorrows, so for Fu Seal Master, it is not important what way he makes a living, the important thing is to practice at all times.

Therefore, although the old Taoist has the cultivation of the Fu Seal Master, but go with the flow, as an ordinary person, in the Taoist temple for people to unsign, or for people to entertain, the road to simplicity, nothing more than this.

Qin Chuan heard the praise of the old Tao, and was complacent: "Master, I have been talking about the past and the present since I was a child, and all musical instruments are naturally ......", before he finished speaking, he was beaten on the head by the old Tao.

"Oh, I haven't finished my words yet, sir. Qin Chuan muttered.

"Just boasted, and it was about to fly into the sky. After Lao Dao finished speaking, he stopped speaking, looked around, found a low-lying place, and slowly carried all the corpses together, and although Qin Chuan was a child, he seemed to be commonplace, took off his wide cloth clothes, and hurriedly went up to help.

An hour later, the bison pass was cleaned up by the two of them. The low-lying place that Lao Dao had found was full of thorns and difficult for ordinary people to pass by, so apart from the smell of blood in the air, nothing seemed to have happened in the Bison Pass.

Lao Dao and Qin Chuan sat on the ground, watching the migratory birds fly by in the distance, and they didn't speak, a little too tired, and the two began to nap.

"Are you afraid of such a bloody scene?" After a while, Lao Dao suddenly asked, his expression awe-inspiring, but it seemed to be said casually.

"Don't be afraid, because I've seen it before!" Qin Chuan replied with an awe-inspiring expression.

"When have you seen it?" Lao Dao seemed to remember something when he heard what Qin Chuan said, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he seemed to be asking himself.