In the backyard of the Pantheon Palace in Kunlun Mountain, the original bloodstains have been swept away, and the warning strip of the blockade has also been removed, and there are already a few young Taoist priests cleaning the courtyard here, wiping the offering utensils, burning incense and ringing the bell. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's just that the backyard is still sealed and empty.

Heyangzi stood for a long time, sighed silently, and slowly pushed gently, and the locked mottled wooden door opened in response.

There is no light in the room, the statue of the ancestor of the Sanqing Dynasty enshrined in the middle, the soot in the incense burner on the offering table has been cold for many days, and a lot of dust has fallen on the table.

Heyangzi dressed solemnly, cleaned his hands, lit candles, lit three treasures of incense, the air flow in the house stirred, the flags fluttered, the candle flame was uncertain, Heyangzi slowly knelt on the futon, kowtowed three times, and silently recited: "The ancestor is above, the disciple is not filial, the disciple is incompetent, and he can't keep the last mantle of the ancestor..."

Heyangzi recalled the bits and pieces in the Taoist hall, the voices and smiles of the masters and brothers seemed to be right in front of him, and the sound of chanting and the laughter between the brothers echoed in this empty and lonely Taoist temple.

"Master Zu is above, bless the disciple to find out the real murderer, the disciple will definitely break his body into thousands of pieces, break his bones and scatter ashes, and avenge the junior disciples!"

When Tsuru Yoko was silently swearing in her heart, she suddenly heard a chaotic sound of footsteps in the front yard, getting closer and closer, obviously walking here. A few words of dialogue drifting in the wind.

"Mr. Li, these are the three houses in the backyard, look at it..."

"Mayor Zhao, the County Taoist Association won't intervene, right?"

"No, since the death of a few old Taoist priests on the register, their inheritance has been broken, and I heard that there was a murder here, and no Taoist priest is willing to come here to sit and watch. ”

"So the town thought, instead of being empty and left unattended, it is better to contract it to your company together.

"Hehe, that's true, but it's ..... cost."

"We have already met to study this, and everyone agrees that it should not be less than 100,000 per year...."

Heyangzi smiled coldly when he heard this, and sold the ancestral master's dojo for 100,000 yuan, what kind of world is this!

Today's temple Taoism, where is there a pure place, and which one can escape this catastrophe, don't believe you go to see the temple where the incense is flourishing, where a group of fake monks and fake Taoists pretend, unsign divination, shake their lips and drum their tongues, sell 18,000 high-priced incense, head pillar incense, fool tourists to spend money to eliminate disasters, donate merit money.

You think you have bought peace and good luck, but you don't know that there is such a group of black-hearted businessmen and moth-eaten officials behind the fattening.

Foolish people! Sorry and pathetic!

"Huh, what's wrong? Who let you in?"

A middle-aged man with a big belly, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and shiny old man's scalp shoes, walked in a square step, and while walking inside, he pointed out with arrogance,

This style, this momentum, at a glance, you can know that it is a grassroots official.

He was followed by a middle-aged man with glasses and a big back, who looked very shrewd, and looked at the Heyangzi Taoist who turned around with a smile.

He was followed by several attendant drivers with bags, as well as an elderly villager.

Heyangzi was dressed in a fairy wind and bones, and his robe fluttered out, and an indescribable dusty temperament arose, so that the few people who walked in and were ready to move the people were stunned.

Mayor Zhao frowned, his face was still displeased, he was no longer as arrogant as he was just now, and asked, "Daoist, did you come to the Pantheon Palace to place an order?"

Pending orders refer to a saying that Taoist people travel to other places and stay in local Taoist temples.

Heyangzi shook his head and smiled, ignoring them, looking at the place where he grew up, and now it is so dilapidated that even the last pure land of the ancestor will be taken away.

With emotion, a person raised his head, stroked his beard, looked at the road flags more than a foot high, the table full of seals, copper bells and bronze bells, etc., and said to himself: "A hundred years old time flows with the water, and a lifetime career is floating." Yesterday the face of the peach blossom, today the snow flakes on the head floating, the remnants of the termite array are illusory, Zigui wants to turn back, the ancient yin can prolong life, and the good does not ask for mercy. ”

Mayor Zhao's brows furrowed even tighter when he heard this, he was most annoyed by these things that the gods were chattering, and his expression was extremely impatient.

"What the hell, the gods are babbling, come on, blast him out for me!"

"Where did the mad Taoist come from?"

Xiao Wang, the driver in the back, was holding a leather bag and a young man heard it, and then pounced.

As soon as Heyang Zimeng turned around, his beard was all open, he glared angrily, and said, "Get out!"

"Whew" A gust of wind blew on the flat ground, crackling and crackling.

These people screamed and fell on the bluestone floor of the courtyard.

"What's going on?"

Mayor Zhao, who got up from the ground, and Mr. Li looked shocked, swallowed a mouthful of foam with difficulty, their faces were distorted, and their teeth only chattered.

"Are you a real person in Heyangzi? are you really a real person?"

Suddenly, an exclamation came from behind them, it turned out to be a local mountain man standing at the end, who was already over seventy years old, and had seen the appearance of Heyangzi in his early years.

"Are you still alive, have you become an immortal?"

"What?" Mayor Zhao and Mr. Li looked at each other with a look of surprise when they heard this.

"You don't know, this real person is older than my grandfather, at least one hundred and forty years old. ”

"Huh?!" The people around listened and were stunned.

"You're a little monkey planting fruit trees on the back mountain!" said Heyangzi with his hands behind his back and tilting his head to look at him.

"Yes, yes, it's rare for the old fairy to remember me!" The old man was overjoyed when he heard that Heyangzi actually recognized him, and he trembled with excitement.

"Do you know where my little disciples who died are buried?"

"I know, it's in the back mountain cemetery. ”

Heyangzi nodded, walked slowly, walked to the stone steps, looked at the pot-bellied poop condescendingly, and the sweaty Mayor Zhao said in a commanding tone: "This is the last dojo of the Pantheon Palace, the one who dares to defile it, don't blame the poor Dao for killing!"

After speaking, Heyangzi stopped talking nonsense, his body shook, and with a "whoosh" sound, a gust of wind blew, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared on the roof, swayed three times, and disappeared into the sea of clouds in the pine forest in the back mountain.

"Immortals, immortals! I didn't expect that there really were immortals in this world?"

"I've had an eye-opener today, oh my God! ”

Mr. Li wiped a handful of cold sweat on his head, and said with trembling lips with excitement: "Mayor Zhao, this place must be preserved, I am the dojo of immortals..."