"Fu Yuxin, what do you see that kid burning?" I said to Fu Yuxin on the side. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fu Yuxin also glanced outside the tent, and then said with a sigh:

"It's like yellow paper...... It's really unlucky, living in a tent and there are people burning paper outside, I don't know if my father is dead or my mother is dead. ”

I gave him a blank look, and this guy's mouth was never clean.

Zhang Yadong:

"Chang Daoyou, meeting is fate. Now on this mountain, everyone should be out of the horse disciples, and if nothing happens, no one will burn paper here. Why don't you go and see it, and make a good connection. ”

I nodded, and walked out of the tent to find the paper burner.

When ordinary people burn paper, they generally don't talk to others, and there are many taboos. Although the custom has been passed down to modern times and has been simplified a lot, the feeling of being in a diaphragm when people burn paper is still there.

However, we people in the metaphysical world do not have so many taboos. For us, burning paper is not only to pay tribute to our ancestors, but also a means for us to communicate with ghosts and spirits.

So I approached him.

I don't know which sect he is a disciple of, he is wearing a black Taoist robe, with a Taoist bun on his head, he is young eighteen or nineteen years old, and he is a little Taoist priest.

There was a brazier on the ground, and in the basin was paper ash and yellow paper that had not yet been burned. He took out yellow paper from the sleeve of his robe and threw it into the brazier, causing the fire to burn brighter and brighter.

The firelight illuminated his face, which was more delicate. But even in the warm light of the fire, his face was very pale, and his lips were dry.

"That...... Fellow Daoist, what kind of fairy is your family, is burning paper here your special hobby? If there is any problem, we have so many Taoist friends here who can help you. ”

The little Taoist priest turned his head, looked at me, and smiled reluctantly:

"Thank you, but I'm not a disciple of the horse, and I don't have any immortals at home. As you can see, I am a Taoist priest, and the reason why I burn paper is for the souls of the dead to spend in the ground. ”

How could he appear on the territory of Ma Xian in the north?

But I thought about it, and it worked. This time it was the competition between Mr. Xiashan of Ma Xian in the north and the southern barbarian, even if the one in the southern Daomen was not the number one master he claimed, he must have some fame, otherwise he would not dare to argue with Mr. Xiashan.

Presumably, this little Taoist priest is here for the one in the south.

"That...... Fellow initiates in the world are one family! Fellow Daoist, who did you burn this paper money for, and have any of your relatives passed away?"

The little Taoist priest looked at me again, and I don't know why I felt that his eyes were on me, which made me very uncomfortable. What kind of look is this, it is not as terrifying as the Nine Hells, nor is it like the horror when encountering terrible things, it is more like a kind of numbness, helplessness, and despair.

The little Taoist priest looked at me for a while, and after seeing that I felt my scalp tingle, and the whole person's good mood was lost by him, he sighed, threw a few pieces of paper money into the brazier and said:

"I am an orphan, fatherless and motherless. This paper money is not burned for others, but for my own, and I am going to die. ”

I paused for a moment and remembered a sentence my grandfather had told me when I was a child.

Magical powers are less than the number of days. Even if you are as high as you are, you can move mountains and reclaim the sea, comparable to a true immortal, but as long as the sky lets you die, you have to die; even if you are invincible in the world, nothing in the world can stop you, and the years will quietly stop your steps.

For example, the Mai Taoist avoided death and extended his life, and now he has withdrawn from the stage of history. Perhaps this little Taoist priest is suffering from some unspeakable illness, and his time is running out, and this is also the destiny of cultivators.

"That...... Fellow Daoists, mourning. My name is Chang Liu, even if you are terminally ill and really going to die, you can exchange names anyway, and when you get below, someone will remember you. ”

The little Taoist priest looked at me pitifully and said:

"Alas...... There is no need to remember, and people die like lights out. My name is Zhang Mingchao, and I am not terminally ill, but I am really going to die, because this is what my master said. ”

After speaking, Zhang Mingchao threw all the paper money into the brazier, closed his eyes and recited the words, this seems to be the secret spell of the Southern Daomen, which can make the preparations for the things that are given to the ancestors of the underworld reach the bottom.

He may have deposited the paper money with Yincha.

"So far, more than 30 billion have been burned, which is enough......"

Zhang Mingchao stood up and said with a wry smile.

I scratched my head, I didn't think right, this little Taoist priest is mentally ill, he is already thinking about his life in the future.

And since his master can calculate that he is going to die, he must also be a master, why not fight for him to have a chance to survive? It's like the coffin of Mai Dao......

At this time, I heard Fu Yuxin calling me in the tent and telling me:

"Fellow Daoist, come here! Mr. Xiashan is here, he is meditating in the open space, and now he may be able to hear something about his experience in the past, Lao Zhang and Lao Ma have gone to ask for autographs!"

I looked in that direction, and sure enough, a crowd of people were gathering around the clearing, and it seemed that Mr. Shimoyama had really come.

I have the heart to pay homage to Mr. Xiashan's demeanor, but it seems that it is not righteous enough to leave a little Taoist priest who is going to die here.

Zhang Mingchao wanted to see my thoughts, and pointed over there and said:

"If you have the heart to make a good relationship, just go, don't waste any time on my dying person. It seems that there is a very famous Mr. Xiashan from the Northeast Ma family, and he is the one who wants to fight with my master......"

Before he could finish speaking, I exclaimed:

"What? You said that the master of the Southern Dao Sect who wants to fight with Mr. Xiashan is your master?"

Speaking of his master, Zhang Mingchao's face did not have the despair of a dying person, he seemed to return to the light, straightened his waist and said:

"That's right, the one who wants to fight with Mr. Shimoyama is my master. However, my master is not a master of the Southern Dao Sect, but the number one master of the Dao Sect today!"

Speaking of his master, Zhang Mingchao was extremely proud.

And in my mind, this product has been characterized as mentally ill.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts. The circle of metaphysics is no smaller than studying and practicing martial arts, so who can say that he is the best in the world? If someone says so, then he must be a fool.

So Zhang Mingchao and his master, in my opinion, are a fool.

"That...... Zhang Daoyou, in your opinion, who can win this battle between your master and Mr. Xiashan?"

Zhang Mingchao looked at me with wide eyes, as if he was looking at the second fool. Then he did not hesitate to say:

"I don't think there is a need to discuss this issue, of course my master can win! Because this gentleman of your Ma family, he has a hindrance! This is what my master said, and it will not be wrong. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Mingchao was already praying to his master in place with a holy face.

"That...... Zhang Daoyou, bring a good one for your master for me, I'd better go and see Mr. Xiashan. ”

After saying that, I ran away, mental illness is contagious.