The Taoist priest walked down, and the two entered the house, while Han Shu watched outside.

It was a quiet room, there were no chairs, and He Zun and Li Yan were uncomfortable sitting on the futon. The old road is just across the street. It has a straight figure. If it's as stable as Tarzan, it has its own momentum.

"The Taoist priest has been here for a few days, is everything okay?" Li Yan said.

"Oh, you came here late at night, do you think you have an answer?" Lao Dao didn't answer, and asked directly.

"Can't deceive you......"

He Zun took out the remaining incense pills and handed them to him. "Look at this," he said.

Lao Dao took it in his hand, sniffed it first, and then twisted it twice with his fingers. The Taoist temple also worships incense and is equipped with a large amount of incense and incense. He also does some on his own during the workday and is skilled in it.

At this time, I felt that it was a little different, the sweet pill was round and tight, there was no omission, and it was like nature itself, without any traces of processing. He immediately got up and walked to a nearby wooden box to clean up the unburned benzoin and put some sugar pills on it.

It's not fire smoke, it's hot together, there's a faint smoke of elegance.

Incense is brewed in a short period of time before it can be fully dissipated. After about a minute, all three of them smelled a clear and laid-back scent that seemed to dispel the cloudiness in their brains and give them a stimulus.

“......“

The veteran took a deep breath, and suddenly his face changed slightly. He took two more, as if he wasn't sure. Then he returned to his original position and closed his eyes in meditation.

The two looked at each other, but they didn't dare to disturb, so they could only wait awkwardly.

The room was quiet for a moment, except for the sound of long, powerful breathing. However, with this rhythm, there seems to be a faint suction, causing the smoke to drift closer and the complex faces to become somewhat blurred.

After half a ring, he opened his eyes and asked eagerly, "Where did you get this incense?"

"It was one of her friends' goals. “

"Can you find this person?"

"Can you find ......"

He Zun was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Daoist, what's wrong with this incense?"

"It's a big question, but it's not convenient to talk to you in detail. “

Hey!

He Zun was a little upset when he heard this, but the old man saw it in his eyes. He simply noted: "Mr. Ho, I heard that these two young men are very sick. I was curious and agreed to take a look. I didn't make any promises, I'm not your thug. If I find an incense maker, I will go to a meeting for a while, whether he does it or not. As for the old feud between you, it's up to you to settle it. ”

It's brutal, but it's true.

People haven't done anything, please help. Seeing that the atmosphere was wrong, Li Yan was very busy: "Yes, yes, you do yours, we do ours." ”

He Zun squinted his eyes, and he also woke up instantly, and nodded yes.

With that, the two got up and left.

As a result, there was only one old man in the room. He looked at the incense burner with a complicated expression. He was pleasantly surprised, full of anticipation, scared and nervous.

Nanjiao has been passed down for more than 1,000 years since Zhang Boduanjiao, but it is only a small point in a long history.

There are countless Chinese myths, and there is a rule among them: the farther away you are from the present day, the more powerful the myth becomes, and the closer you go, the less common it becomes.

From the ancient Kuafu chasing the sun to reclaim the sea, to Ziqi coming from the east to the north to fish, to Ge Hong and Zuo Ci, to Wang Chongyang and Zhang Sanfeng. It can be said that LOWB was originally created and is very fascinating. In the end, Maoshan's little trick of raising ghosts caught him.

Even in modern times, even those who insert switches and coins into bottles with their bare hands are called masters!

We say that in the past productivity was low and human intelligence was underdeveloped, so we advocate natural and mystical forces. With the development of society and the enlightenment of people's intelligence, many things can be scientifically verified and tend to be rational.

This is certainly a statement, but in the eyes of theists, there must have been many unknown waves for thousands of years.

The entire Taoist system has been handed down from ancient books and myths. According to Dan Nanzong, Zhang Boduan wrote the "Wu Zhen Chapter", and Bai Yuchan wrote the "Bukit Tu Shuo". These are tangible things. At the same time, there are anecdotes, such as Bertrand's fight with a monk, Shen Yuan's trip to Yangzhou in vitro, and the agreement to fold flowers as a reminder. The monk was the first to arrive, but he couldn't fold the flowers. When he reached the finish line, he picked a random Qionghua.

"My life has improved, and my life has improved," Bertrand said. I'm on the Jindan Road, but the true God can see the form. This is the so-called yang god. You only practice life skills, not sexual skills. It's fast, but it's useless. You are known as the Yin God.

It's not a big deal? It's great.

It can be passed down to the four generations of Bai Yuchan, only the theory is seen, there are no real chapters, there are no outstanding figures in 6700 years, let alone any power.

This is strange in itself, Mo Lu reads books and always does not understand. When he was younger, he traveled the world and visited specialists. The old monks over 100 years old only have advanced meditation skills, reasonable daily life, and no magic.

Even so, he still believes in "immortality".

He used to think that he might spend the rest of his life in the world after tomorrow... But tonight, he clearly felt a scent that was new, unfamiliar, elastic and energetic.

..................

Early in the morning, Phoenix Mountain.

The sky was slightly dark, green in the cold, and the top of the mountain was reflected in a large piece of ice emerald, embedded in the void, with displacement and indifference. The atmosphere of cooperation accumulated throughout the night has not yet dissipated, and the atmosphere of the sunrise in the early morning has just sprouted. This is the time when these two spirits mingle and change day and night.

Wen Gu sat on the big bluestone, as if he was silent for ten sides, the only spirit was arrogant, and the whole person actually became more ethereal with the nature of heaven and earth.

The wind blows the clouds, and the sky changes. I don't know how long it took. I saw a light red leap up from the distant horizon, like ink entering water, rendering and spreading, and soon seeping into half the sky.

Gucci sensed something in his heart and immediately opened his mouth and vomited. A slightly stronger white gas gushed out, like a young snake flying in the air for a long time.

Later, he opened his mouth again, and his liquor was swallowed back.

And so on until the red sun rose and the sunrise dissipated, and he slowly opened his eyes. Looking up again, a sea of clouds is boundless, revealing the refraction of glass color, and looking down, it is a thousand cliffs show, layer by layer Cui Lin Ailian.

"Shouting ......"

He stood up with a faint smile on his face. Today's situation seems unusually good.