When Zhang Wen stood up, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw that there was a big black gossip-shaped bronze mirror under the four Taoist statues. According to Lu Daoshi, this bronze mirror is a magic weapon inherited by the ancestor of Maoshan, and it is said to be a token of the head of the Maoshan faction. Usually Lu Daoist thinks about something preciously, he has always carried it with him and rarely takes it out, Zhang Wen asked him once when he was a child to take a closer look at this bronze mirror, but he was scolded by Lu Daoist and never dared to speak again.

Obviously, Daoist Lu didn't know why he forgot here, and he didn't look at it at this time. Zhang Wen's eyes rolled, and he looked left and right sneakily. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked up and picked up the bronze mirror.

As soon as Zhang Wen picked up the bronze mirror, he felt a slight coolness coming from the bronze mirror. Secretly startled in his heart, suddenly this coolness turned into a warm air current, and then returned to calm like water entering the sea, Zhang Wen couldn't help but be stunned, from feeling the coolness to warming and then turning into nothingness, just two or three seconds, so fast that Zhang Wen almost thought it was just an illusion.

Zhang Wen couldn't help but pick up the mirror and looked at it carefully, the swarthy side was the back, I don't know what material the road is made of, and it feels like there is no weight. Faintly exuding a faint luster, an S line in the middle of the front of the mirror crosses through the middle, like a natural Taiji diagram.

Zhang Wen muttered, "This gossip mirror is indeed a bit strange. He looked at it for a moment and was about to put it back. Suddenly, there was a thunderclap outside, and suddenly it rained heavily in the sky, and it sounded loudly. Yang Hao suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a Daoist outside's clothes, and he ran out of the hall with the gossip mirror in his hand.

He had just run out of the room when the sky suddenly lit up. A bolt of lightning slashed down and struck Zhang Wen's head with unmistakable accuracy.

The speed of lightning was very fast, and Zhang Wen couldn't imagine that he would be struck by lightning as soon as he went out. Without warning, he felt a sharp pain in the top of his head, and he only felt that his eyes were black, and the whole person fainted. Strangely, Zhang Wen's body that was struck by lightning showed no scorched marks, but a lot of bright red blood came out of the wound on his head.

At this time, the rain in the sky was falling more and more rapidly, and lightning flashed unscrupulously in the sky. The gossip mirror he was holding in his hand happened to fall not far from his head when he fainted. The blood that flowed from his wound slowly spread down the rain into the gossip mirror.

The gossip mirror not far from Zhang Wen's head, after being covered by the rain stained with Zhang Wen's blood, suddenly emitted a faint golden light from the mirror. If you look closely, the light emanating from the Bagua mirror is actually two rays of light, which are just split from the S line, like a Tai Chi pattern. With the rain floating on the gossip mirror with Zhang Wen's blood in it, it rolled desperately as if it had been boiled. The gossip mirror in the water also slowly trembled on its own, and it didn't take long for it to fly violently towards Zhang Wen's head, clinging to Zhang Wen's head, as if it was on Zhang Wen's head.

As soon as the gossip mirror was attached to Zhang Wen's body, the light in the mirror suddenly swelled on his head, and many patterns flashed out of the light, directly into Zhang Wen's brain. After about a minute, the light in the mirror slowly dissipated, and the gossip mirror attached to Zhang Wen's head lost its suction and fell to the ground.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to sense something, and slowly stopped, and slowly returned to the calm just now, but there were still some rainwater remaining on some of the surrounding trees, slowly dripping on the ground with the sound of dripping. Zhang Wen, who was lying on the ground unconscious, trembled slightly with his fingers.

After a while, a figure quickly moved towards the position of the Taoist temple, but the sticky mountain soil that had just rained could not stop his steps, and it could be seen that his skills were very athletic. Not long after, I have come to the front of the Taoist temple.

This is a medium-sized Taoist priest, about sixty years old, the Taoist clothes on his body have been tattered, with a lot of dirt that cannot be cleaned, and the bun on his head is a little messy, probably because of the hurry, his face is a little ruddy.

As soon as this Taoist priest arrived in front of the Taoist temple, the first thing that came into his eyes was Zhang Wen, who was lying on the ground in a coma, and immediately cried out, "My apprentice, what's wrong with you, why did you faint here." ”

At this time, Zhang Wen was already on the verge of sobriety, as soon as the Taoist priest called him, he got up in a daze, he felt some pain from the wound that had been struck by the thunder, and he couldn't help but touch it with his hand, and put it in front of his eyes to see, his hands were full of bright red blood, and he immediately exclaimed, "Master, my head is broken and bleeding." ”

When Daoist Lu saw Zhang Wen who was bleeding, he couldn't help but be very worried and picked up Zhang Wen and examined it carefully, and only breathed a sigh of relief after a while, "It's okay, it's just that my head is broken and I have lost too much blood, so it's good to recuperate for a while." ”

Suddenly, he suddenly saw the gossip mirror that fell to the ground with muddy water, his face suddenly changed, he casually threw away Zhang Wen, reached out and picked up the gossip mirror that fell on the ground, and wiped the muddy water in the gossip mirror with his already dirty clothes. While scolding Zhang Wen, "Stinky boy, I told you not to use Master Zu's gossip mirror to play, you are disobedient, you see what you have made the gossip mirror look like." ”

Zhang Wen was thrown away by Daoist Lu and screamed, "Master, I'm a wounded person now, don't you see that I'm bleeding?" You are abusing the wounded like this, and what is even more infuriating is that you regard a broken mirror that can't speak as more important than your apprentice and me. ”

Daoist Lu finally touched the gossip mirror, and then carefully put the gossip mirror in his arms and said, "Nonsense, this gossip mirror has been passed on to me for sixty-seven generations, and it is a token of the head of Maoshan, which can only be brought by the head of the house, if you break it, how can you be worthy of the ancestor of Maoshan." When I'm dead in the future, I'll pass it on to you and play as much as you want. ”

Zhang Wen also knew that the gossip mirror was more important to Daoist Lu than his own life, so he didn't bother with this question, "Master, where have you been today?" I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

Lu Daoshi said, "Today Aunt Niu came to me and said that her son was getting married and asked me to show him a date. You also know that Master Lu's greatest wish now is to renovate the Taoist temple. ”

After the 90s, people's living standards have improved, so people will pick some good days like some weddings and burials. Moreover, Daoist Lu also calculated that the movement to defeat the cow, ghost, snake and god twenty years ago has passed. Therefore, Lu Daoshi sometimes goes out to work part-time to help others look at feng shui and calculate auspicious days to make some money.

Daoist Lu took out a small box from his arms, poured out a little black medicine powder from the box, touched Zhang Wen's wound and said, "It's not a big deal, it's just a small wound, just touch some medicine." By the way, how did you get this injury? ”

Daoist Lu felt very strange, he knew that Daoist Zhang Wen had been practicing with him for seven or eight years, and now he was at the peak of refining and rejuvenating qi, and he was just one chance away from breaking through to the realm of rejuvenating qi. Compared with the world, Zhang Wen is equivalent to the realm of a dark master. Bright energy refers to a person's own strength, and dark energy is also equal to the world's internal strength, which can increase a person's strength more than ten times. Just like those who fight boxing, they have not yet reached the realm of dark energy, but because of his long-term training, the blood and qi in his body are larger than ordinary people, and his body is more resistant to beatings than ordinary people, and the weight of punches is several times that of ordinary people. If you punch him, he's fine, if he punches you, you'll fall directly, and generally a dozen people may not be able to beat a boxer. With Zhang Wen's current skills, ordinary people may not be able to beat him even if dozens of people besiege him. But now he was injured and fainted on the ground for no reason.

As soon as the powder was applied to his wound, Zhang Wen felt a slight coolness coming out of the wound, which was very comfortable. He thought about it but didn't remember anything, and said in a bit of confusion, "I don't know what to do, I just remember that when it rained, I wanted to come out to collect clothes, and as soon as I came out, I felt a little pain in my head, and I fainted." Wake up and see you're here. You know the rest. ”