Chapter 183

The Taoist temple was just halfway built, and then Yang Shangjing's worries about production safety finally became a reality.

A little Taoist, well, according to the system, there is no degree, and the "little Taoist" who still pays taxes according to the rules and regulations, after successfully making two taels of granulated black powder, happily packed it in a thin-skinned enamel jar, drummed into a firecracker structure, wrapped gunpowder in straw paper to make a simple lead, and then ran to the back mountain to test the power in a hurry.

Then, the child was tragic, because the burning speed of the gunpowder wrapped in straw paper was a little fast, and the jar exploded directly in mid-air, although the ceramic jar did not have prefabricated fragments, however, the skin was too thin, and a loud noise was heard in mid-air......

Well, no one made a shining debut, the firelight in the middle of the night was quite conspicuous, and then the scattered fragments blew up this kid all over his body, and a piece of fragments slashed diagonally across the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, leaving a long blood stain, almost getting a one-eyed wolf out, and several broken porcelain pieces were also inserted in a Taoist robe, and the blood flowed like a note, but it was really miserable.

Then the Taoist priests who heard the loud noise rushed in, Lao Cai and the others thought that something big had happened, such as being robbed here or something, and dragged a seven-star sword out of the room, and the bright blade under the firelight was simply too deterrent.

Lao Cai looked at the little Taoist priest lying on the ground and moaning, feeling that there was nowhere to sprinkle, I wanted to give a kick, this is still my own grandson, I can't get off my feet after this miserable situation, I turned my head to see that the craftsmen who live here have come over, and the roots of my teeth are itchy, but there are capable people in this group of craftsmen, once you realize that this is gunpowder, isn't it going to die into a ball? Therefore, these craftsmen must not be allowed to get any closer.

So Lao Cai rolled his eyes, threw the torch forward, stuffed the torch in his hand into the hands of the people around him, held the sword blade high in his right hand, and pointed into a sword with his left hand, pointing again and again into the void: "Good demon, don't ambush and punish, but kill and injure the disciples of this seat, you show me the sword!" ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a sword pierced the void, and under the light of the torch, the sword flashed a red light, so the craftsmen who rushed over were instantly startled, and one by one they stopped, and a frightened look appeared on their faces.

Then Lao Cai shouted out some spells such as "Thunder generals, listen to my orders, kill demons and eliminate evils, and clarify the universe", holding the thunder trick that he had learned for a few days and was not a standard in his left hand, and slashed down with a sword in his right hand.

The few who were following him at this time also knew what was going on, and an "old man" of the same age shouted loudly: "Don't get close, my senior brother is slaying demons and eliminating evil spirits, and you are not blessed by the gods of Dingjia, if you are contaminated with evil spirits, or even confused by demons, it will be a trouble after all, this demon is tricky, and my senior brothers may not be able to save your lives!" ”

After finishing speaking, he also pointed his fingers into a sword, and rushed forward with a loud shout: "You fellow disciples, why don't you form a Nine Heavens Demon Punishment Array with me and surrender this fang?!" ”

If you don't say it, the advantage of the foolish people is that he can believe anything he says, and he believes it to be true, a good production safety accident has instantly become a water and land puja of the dancing god, a group of big and small old people are not big and small middle and old people are jumping around the ground, waving the long sword in their hands, plus there is a moaning on the ground, and the atmosphere becomes clear in an instant...... Sanqing got up.

These craftsmen looked at this posture, and then listened to the unlucky children on the ground snort high and low, the "Taoist priests" had words in their mouths, but in fact they didn't know what they were talking about. Who cares about the taste at this time!

"I am as anxious as the law, you are not ambushed by the demon, give it to me!"

I listened to Lao Cai's roar, and I completely learned the routine of Mr. Storyteller, but although there is a Taoist temple in Huangyan County, it is a true Taoist temple. I thought that what the storyteller said was true—well, I still think that what I said happened to coincide, and it was the same as the Dharma meeting of the Taoist priests.

So one by one, their hearts were lifted at this time, and it was not until Lao Cai came over with a sweaty face and arched his hand at them three steps away that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lao Cai is sweating, this kind of thing is urgent, coupled with the fact that he is old, the weather is not cool, and now the sweat on his brain is almost a river, and the whole person is prostration, as if he was really subduing demons and eliminating demons just now, which made these craftsmen more respectful.

"The right demon is powerful, the poor road is killed with the qi of the true yang, and it has not been killed, and now the yin qi over there is still very heavy, you don't have to get close to the slightest bit recently, so as not to suffer a disaster, and later the poor dao will also respectfully invite the patriarch to use the qi of the crape myrtle for thirty-three days to lead the Taixu Divine Thunder to kill, and at noon tomorrow, the qi of the sun will shine before it can be cut off." Lao Cai's words are the Tao, but what kind of thunder is it......

Now this Taoist temple has not yet been built as the main body, and the statues have not been selected to erect anything, so let's say, well, the three Qings are above, and the ancestors of the Daomen are above, these immortals who have attained the Tao are probably wouldn't care, should, maybe, and definitely won't care, right?

"The Taoist is hard, the Taoist is hard." How do the craftsmen know this? So thank you vigorously.

As soon as Lao Cai turned his head, he ordered: "Go to the front yard to catch a chicken, and use the chicken blood book talisman seal later, combined with the power of the ancestor, to completely kill this fang!" ”

A little old man rolled his eyes, nodded, and ran down in a smoke, not to mention anything else, in order to facilitate eating meat and using egg whites, there are really a few chickens in this temple, some are responsible for laying eggs during the day, and some are responsible for whining early in the morning.

Seeing that many craftsmen began to withdraw, Lao Cai touched the sweat on his head, turned his head to find another "old way", and commanded in a low voice: "Hurry up and make a large firecracker, it will sound a little, and then rely on it to invite the divine thunder." ”

The "old way" nodded and scolded his mother: "Your cub will have to look good in the future, what a good chicken blood, it will be wasted later, Lao Tzu is just that chicken blood." ”

"Fuck off, go and go, I have to go see what happened to my little bastard." Lao Cai glared at him, "Let's go to the restaurant to call something good, have a good drink, Lao Tzu is in for a treat!" ”