CHAPTER XXXII

After the Taoist priest bathed, he put on his robe, took three sticks of incense and came to a room. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the wall of the room hangs a diagram of yin and yang gossip. In front of the Bagua diagram there is a table made of rosewood. There is a rectangular stove plate on the table, and a delicate small incense burner for burning sandalwood is placed, and the embroidered stove around the plate hangs in front of the plate, which is very solemn and beautiful.

The Taoist priest stood in front of the pu mat and lit the three incense sticks. He held the stick of incense between the middle and index fingers of both hands, and the big finger pressed against the tail of the incense. Then, put the incense on the chest again, the incense head is flat against the yin and yang gossip diagram, and then raise the incense eyebrows.

The Taoist priest stepped forward and stepped over the puff mat and walked to the table to prepare the incense. He first made a gesture at the Yin and Yang Bagua diagram, and then he inserted the first incense stick in the middle, the second incense stick on the right, and the third incense stick on the left.

After the incense was applied, he stepped back and knelt on the puff mat, muttering silently with his mouth in his mouth, and his hands were erected with his palms together.

After the Taoist priest finished silently reciting, he got up and walked towards the yin and yang gossip diagram behind the rosewood table. He gently took the gossip diagram down and placed it on the table. On the wall, which was not covered by the Bagua map, a recessed dark grid with a length and width of about 30 centimeters appeared.

There are several paper books with dark blue skins in the dark grid. They were all neatly arranged in this dark compartment, and on the top cover of the book was written "Maoshan Taoist Magic Method", and there was some dust.

The Taoist priest carefully took out the pile of books and gently placed them on the table.

He picked up a book, patted it, and the dust swept out, fell into the air, and vanished. The Taoist priest put the book aside and patted the rest of the books one by one.

After the Taoist priest cleaned the ashes of the pile of books, he picked out a book called "Pure Heart Mantra". There was some trembling in his hand holding the book. What if I can't find it? He was a little worried.

"May Master Zu bless in heaven! Master bless in heaven! The Taoist priest muttered as he carefully opened the book. The Taoist priest turned the pages one by one, carefully examining whether there was anything inside. But I'm about to turn more than half of the book, but I still haven't found anything.

The Taoist priest's hand turning the book became more and more shaky, and he wanted to turn the pages several times, but he watched the pages slip out of his hand. He barely had the strength to go down any further.

The Taoist priest closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it. He continued what he did just now, whether he could save Wufeng or not, it was up to him to see if he could find this thing.

Can't be in a hurry, can't be in a hurry! The Taoist priest secretly told himself in his heart. The Taoist priest's eyes were firmly fixed on the cracks of each page, although his movement of turning the book was gentle, and he didn't make much effort, but the beads of sweat on his forehead kept coming out, falling down, and sliding into his clothes, and after a while, the Taoist priest's back was wet with sweat.

Got it! Finally found it! The Taoist priest suddenly saw a yellow piece of paper sandwiched between the pages of the book he turned this time. A smile appeared on his face and a sparkle in his eyes.

The Taoist priest wiped his right hand on his shirt, then took a breath with his right hand, then put his thumb and forefinger into the crack of the book, pinched the paper tightly, took it out, and gently placed it on the table.

The Taoist priest pressed a copper bell of some weight against the paper. After he confirmed again and again that the paper would not be burned by the fire or blown away by the wind, the Taoist priest turned around and put the books back in the dark compartment and hung up the gossip map.

The Taoist priest put the paper in his hand and knelt on the mat. After kowtowing respectfully to the gossip map, he carefully examined the piece of paper.

The Taoist priest opened the folded paper and pulled the upper and lower ends of the paper with two hands.

The paper is yellow and looks no different from normal paper. But when the Taoist priest picked it up and looked at the light, it glowed with a faint white light, soft and not dazzling.

On this piece of paper is a person's name, "Yu Junhao". These three words are vigorous and powerful, and the exposed front is slightly subtle. What a good word! The Taoist priest silently admired in his heart.

Yu Junhao, that pervert! It turned out to be him! The Taoist priest was a little emotional.

The story of Yu Junhao is legendary, and it is the object of worship of every Taoist person. Every time a Taoist temple admits a disciple, the first thing they know is his story.

Yu Junhao, who entered the temple at the age of three, learned all the spells at the age of five, accepted a powerful ghost alone at the age of seven, and was favored by the immortals at the age of thirteen, accepted as a disciple, and learned immortal arts. When the Taoist priest was a teenager, he didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, and he ran away when he could in class, and he couldn't escape when he couldn't, so he listened to the master's lecture while wandering.

How strong the contrast between Yu Junhao and the Taoist priest is, how tragic the Taoist priest's life was when he was a teenager. The most heard sentence by the Taoist priest was, "Qiu He, why can't you learn from your Uncle Yu Junhao?" ”

Unexpectedly, after Master's death, he would be able to see this name again. Alas! The Taoist priest sighed, time does not wait, the master is dead, and he himself is old.

Master once said that this paper has spiritual power and is a tool for transmitting signals. Yu Junhao returned to the Taoist Temple after his uncle built the foundation and gave his ancestor three pieces of paper with spiritual power. Every time there is a crisis, as long as it is torn apart, Shi Shuzu will rush to the rescue to report the nurturing grace of the view.

Master said that if it is not in an emergency, don't use it. But the Taoist temple has fallen, and now there are only three people left. Wufeng is lost, it is impossible not to save it!

Now, though, there's only one left. The Taoist priest frowned. The first two pieces of paper disappeared nowhere, and he didn't know if the paper was torn up, and Uncle Shi would rush to see if it was true or fake. If it is true, Wufeng is saved. If, is it fake...... The Taoist priest closed his eyes and sighed again.

"Master, Master, there is a spirit in the sky, please bless me for successfully rescuing Wufeng!"

After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he sat upright, and he tore the yellow paper from the middle with both hands.

The yellow paper had been torn in half, and apart from this, the Taoist priest did not see any other changes.

Finished! The Taoist priest was a little paralyzed. What should I do with Wufeng? The Taoist priest patted his head vigorously with his hand. Despair is not the most painful. The most painful thing is to watch hope be worn out when you feel that there is hope.

The Taoist priest fainted a little, and his eyes were dark.

Suddenly, a bright light came from where the paper had been torn. The light was so bright that it made people feel a little uncomfortable.

But the Taoist priest stared straight at the light, his eyes wide, for fear that he had seen it wrong.

After a quarter of an hour, the light faded and finally disappeared. "Woo woo......" The Taoist priest cried, looking at the paper and crying, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyes were full of tears.