The little Taoist priest thought about the place where the master might have hidden the 10,000-year-old tea tree oil, but, like the mountain yellow elf wine, he didn't think of where the master would hide it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He searched for it in the master's room unscrupulously, and he didn't dare to rummage through it before, but now he has a reason, and he says that it is a mess made by rats. However, after two quarters of an hour, nothing was found.

Perhaps, they were hiding in the same place, the little Taoist priest thought, alas, if only he knew where they were hiding.

Master is too picky, and he is reluctant to give himself and his sister good things. Like that second-level invisibility charm and the like, you still win by playing chess yourself.

He had heard his senior sister say that the official disciples of the Shuntian Listening Dao Sect would have a storage bag, and the master naturally had it. The storage bag has space to store a lot of things, will Master put them in and carry them around?

However, I didn't see any storage bags that Master had, and there were only two things that he kept with him all year round, one was a wine gourd and the other was dusting. Oh, by the way, and a bunch of bodhi. Could it be that they are space magic weapons?

The little Taoist priest couldn't help but be a little discouraged, too, how could such a precious thing be put away casually! Thinking of the tea oil, Wang Ke remembered that the lamp oil in front of the Taishang Daozun platform in the front hall was about to dry up. So, dragging his feet, he went to his room to get sesame oil.

The best way to supply sesame oil is to use vegetable oil. The sesame oil offered by pilgrims is not allowed to be eaten, but the general pilgrims only offer rapeseed oil, which has a strong taste when boiled and used as lamp oil, but has a faint fragrance.

Fill the lamp in the front hall with oil, adjust the lamp to the size of a soybean, and the face of the Taishang Daozun is half hidden and half visible, which makes people have a sense of mystery. At this time, it is nearly four watches, the moonlight outside the patio is very bright, today is July 14, no, the third watch is almost over, it is July 15.

July 15 is the Midyear Festival, the folk Ghost Festival, and the day of the local officials' forgiveness of sins.

Suddenly, the little Taoist priest felt that a vertical eye appeared on the forehead of the Taishang Dao Venerable, and a blue light shot out. He was taken aback, and at the same time he was happy in his heart: Taishang Daozun wants to manifest his spirit?

So, he hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "Grandpa Taishang Daozun, I am your most pious disciple and grandson, more pious than my master, more pious than my senior sister, we are a family! This family has to be blessed and shared, please give me a golden pill or something, so that I can be reborn, successfully worship the sect, and become a formal disciple, otherwise I will go home and marry a pockmarked woman, but I will die a tragic death......

The countryside pays attention to ordering dolls, and the little Taoist priest Zhang Qing is no exception. He had no parents and was brought up by his grandfather. Grandpa was afraid that he would not see his grandson grow up, so when Zhang Qing was seven years old, he sold two ridges of land and ordered Zhang Qing to be the eldest daughter of the Hu family in the same village, Hu Niu, as his daughter-in-law.

Tiger Girl is a well-known big voice in the village, three years older than Zhang Qing, with seven or eight pockmarks on her face, and an old face, but she is good to Zhang Qing. Every time Zhang Qing couldn't beat others, she came forward and knocked the other party down with two or three punches. When she was twelve years old, she would drive oxen to plow the fields, and even Zhang Qing's fields were ploughed by her, Zhang Qing's grandfather was full of praise for her, such a granddaughter-in-law can run the house!

However, Zhang Qing was not satisfied: Isn't this marrying an old mother? But Tiger Daniu thinks he is thin-faced and doesn't mind at all. This boy is delicate and quiet, and he wants people to be painful!

"Lord Daozun, you must take pity on me, you see, I am a talented person, marrying a pockmarked woman, isn't that a big bad scenery? It also damages our Taoist demeanor, isn't it? Please save me from fire and water, I must thank you for your great kindness, preach your good name, and let my children and grandchildren be grateful to you......."

The little Taoist priest was half-true and half-false, crying bitterly. However, half a quarter of an hour passed, and there was no sound, and he couldn't help but be dumbfounded: Didn't Lord Daozun appear just now, could it be that he was dazzled?

He didn't know that people were angry with him: You are a big man crying and crying for such a small thing, is it okay to take a little responsibility?

The light of divine thought was entrusted by someone to forgive the sins of a group of ghosts within a hundred miles nearby, and when he heard the little Taoist priest make such a fuss, he shook his head. was about to leave, but he let out a "huh" and found that the little Taoist priest was carrying something strange, but even he couldn't see it clearly.

As soon as the mind moved, the strange thing flew out of the arms of the little Taoist priest and floated in the air, an old bark. With a slight groan, a purple fire shot towards the old bark. Suddenly, the old bark caught fire.

"Don't!" shouted the little Taoist, jumping up and throwing himself at the old bark, that is a baby!

But it was too late, and when he fell, the old bark had burned into black charcoal.

"My baby," cried the little priest, "why is your life so miserable, I haven't taken you across the world for nine days......

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the black ash of the bark blew off a corner, revealing a little golden light.

What is this, what is this? The little Taoist priest was overjoyed. Hurriedly wiped away the black ashes, revealing a golden page.

"Baby, my baby, you phoenix Panni, reborn from the fire!" the little Taoist priest burst into tears and smiled, and shone into the lamp.

The god swept the golden pages and sighed: it turned out to be that guy's thing!

looked at the little Taoist priest again, and said in his heart: I hope it is a destined person. Suddenly, Shen Nian no longer paid attention to the little Taoist priest, and flew out of the view, looking for those lonely souls and wild ghosts.

But he said that the little Taoist priest took the gold page, returned to his room, and looked at it carefully. However, there is not a single word on this palm-sized gold page. What's the use of this, I thought it was some kind of immortal law secret scroll! Forget it, let's wait for the master to come back and let him see it!

Well, by the way, this is not a practice, but is it possible that it is a magic weapon? Carry the pitiful divine thoughts, and reach out to the golden pages.

A light of "brushing", but the golden page entered his dantian.

"Oops, it's dead!" the little Taoist priest was taken aback, he had heard that some magic weapons would devour the monk's physical essence and divine thoughts, and squeeze people into dry and idiots.

However, the golden pages showed no signs of devouring his physical body and divine consciousness, but instead emitted a golden light, nourishing his dantian and body, making his whole body feel comfortable and full of energy.

What a baby, the little Taoist priest is overjoyed. This must be a magic weapon to assist in cultivation. I heard that in some major sects, there are special treasures such as jade talismans, divine trees, and holy medicines, and as long as you carry them with you, you can speed up your cultivation. I didn't expect that I could have such a magic weapon, it was really a Dao Zun Bao!

This night, when the little Taoist priest was sleeping, he woke up laughing several times.

"Slacker, lazy, get up!" shouted a woman in a silvery voice outside his door.

Senior sister is back? The little Taoist priest answered, and hurriedly got up and opened the door. Outside the door, a young girl in green full of youthful vitality had apricot eyes wide and an unhappy face.

"Hmph, Senior Sister didn't come out to greet her when she came back, and the door didn't open, so I had to climb over the wall to come in. "This girl is Wang Lian, the senior sister of the little Taoist. She has been going home for the past few days, and this morning she rushed back from the county seat two hundred miles away.

"This ...... , Senior Sister, why did you come back so early?" the little Taoist priest scratched his head and said.

"It's still early, it's almost time, wait a minute, the person who made the wish will come, do you want to be beaten by the master with a pestle?" the senior sister said angrily.

In this midyear festival, the folk tradition is to hang lanterns and release river lanterns at night, and when burning paper in the wild, three steamed buns will be thrown. And these lanterns, river lanterns and so on, they must first go to the Taoist temple to make an offering during the day, so that they can have the support of the Taoist law and shine all the way to the underworld.

What, it's almost time? The little Taoist priest was taken aback. By the time we arrived, it was almost nine o'clock.

"This, senior sister, don't blame me, I guarded the tea oil last night, caught the goblins all night, and only fell asleep at dawn!" the little Taoist priest explained.

"Goblin?" Senior Sister Wang glanced at him, "With your three-legged cat, you can catch the goblin?

"Hmph, you underestimate people, junior brother, I'll let you open your eyes today, what is true ability!" The little Taoist snorted angrily, dragged out a sack from under the bed, and threw it into the yard, "Look at it, what is this?"

Senior Sister Wang opened the sack in confusion, only to see that there was a mouse the size of an adult dog inside, with a stiff body, but it had been dead for a long time.

"Where did you pick up the dead rat?" Senior Sister Wang frowned.

"Why did you pick it up, I caught it last night!" the little Taoist priest was dissatisfied, and the senior sister was underestimating herself. But how did this rat spirit die? People describe a person as timid, and say that this person is as timid as a mouse, is this rat spirit scared to death?

"Throw it away, it's disgusting to look at!" Senior Sister Wang commanded.

"This won't work, I'll cut it off as soon as possible, make it into a poop, and give it to Master!" said the little Taoist priest and went to the kitchen to get a knife.

Senior Sister Wang shook her head and went back to her house to pack her things.

When the little Taoist priest came out with a knife, he found that the rat spirit on the ground was gone. As soon as it raised its eyes, it was almost to the front hall. The little Taoist priest was startled, and a knife flew over, hitting it in the head. With a "plop" sound, the rat spirit fell to the ground, the blood kept flowing, and his feet twitched, and he lost his breath.

It turned out that the rat spirit was pretending to be dead just now, and the little Taoist priest was scared and sweated. If the rat spirit escaped, he would definitely tell the king in white about his old bark. I'm fine in the Taoist temple now, but if I am driven back to my hometown in the future, wouldn't it be a disaster?

Wang Lian heard the noise and ran out of the room, and when she saw it, she was also dumbfounded. It turned out that he was really a rat spirit, and the junior brother didn't lie to anyone. However, to her surprise, the distance between the junior brother and the rat spirit was nearly two hundred meters, and he usually cut a small kitchen knife for gourds, but it was only three or two, but it almost chopped off the head of the rat spirit. Is this still a little junior brother who is usually afraid of death and tiredness?

The little Taoist priest was also a little surprised, he didn't expect that his agility and accuracy were so great today, and he could only condense his qi for three layers! If in normal times, he only had a certain degree of accuracy at a distance of 100 meters, but now he had a certain degree of control over the distance of 150 meters.

Could it be the power of the golden page? As soon as the little Taoist inhaled, he felt that he was full of strength, and the three qi in the dantian were more condensed and stronger, and not only that, but the range of divine consciousness was even farther.

It must be the work of the golden page, hehe, this golden page is really a treasure!