"Big Wheel, the monks are gone, are you going to leave too?" This time, it was Zhu Yun who came out to block it.

"What do you want? I'm here to see the excitement with Master Wuxu, so it's not offensive to Zhumen, right? "The big fire wheel is a little flustered, the monks have walked far away, there are only eight people around him, although they are also known as the Eight King Kongs on the rivers and lakes, but, not to mention the power of the Zhu Yun brothers, he knows the strength of the two Dao masters, and they are obviously not people's opponents.

"We don't want to do anything, we just want to know what you want to do with the big wheel." Zhu Tong covered his shoulders and made a painful expression:

"In Shanghai, your men came to me for no reason; If it weren't for luck, I, the newly famous lone wolf, might have died under Razor Zhang's razor. Later, on the train, you invited the killers of the Western Regions. I want to know, what kind of grudge does the four poinsettias have against my Zhumen to make your big fire wheel so vicious? Shouldn't you give me an account? ”

Cheng Feng brought a group of fake monks around, all holding wooden sticks.

"Okay, it's useless to say anything now, you win, of course I have to give you an explanation."

In the right hand of the Great Fire Wheel, a wheel knife appeared, the size of a palm, with a tiger head in the middle, and four spiral-shaped blades inlaid outside.

"Whew!" With a soft roar, the wheel knife spun around the fingertips of the big fire wheel, and a trace of cold air emanated.

"I'll leave this hand to you." The Great Wheel screamed, and the wheel knife slashed into his left hand.

"Ahh Zhu Tong was induced by the murderous aura of the wheel knife, his eyebrows were itchy, tears flowed, and he couldn't help but let out a big sneeze.

There was a little black shadow mixed with saliva, and he spewed a big fire wheel over the wheel knife and covered his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhu Tong rubbed his eyes and apologized.

The wheel knife was stalled in the right hand of the Great Fire Wheel, and his left hand was also intact; It's just that Zhu Tong's eyes are open, but his heart is confused.

A small black shadow was moving rapidly, the head of the big fire wheel became transparent, the skeletal vascular muscles were clearly displayed in front of Zhu Tong's eyes, and gradually, the neck and chest of the big fire wheel were also transparent; Everywhere the black chrysalis went, the big fire wheel became a transparent person in Zhu Tong's eyes.

"You can kill me, what is that? You're insulting me Big Hot Wheel, and you're insulting the Poinsettia. ”

Strange, bones can speak, Zhu Tong turned around blankly, saw the puzzled eyes of the senior brother, saw Cheng Feng's naughty smile, and saw Mu Daoren shaking his head slightly; Didn't they see the change in the Great Wheel of Fire?

The old man smiled: "You go, I wish the door and such a grudge to end; Since they are all in the same vein, if they can take care of each other in the future, they will take care of each other, and if there are any contradictions and reasoning, don't play those unsightly methods. ”

When a master speaks, one sentence can top 10,000 sentences; The big fire wheel immediately lost his temper, reached out to wipe the saliva on his face, and led people out of the Temple of the Heavenly King with hatred. In fact, he has earned it, although he has no face with saliva, but it is still a very cost-effective deal to save one hand.

The steamer was far away, but Zhu Tong could hear his bragging, he could feel them getting on a tourist bus parked on the side of the road, and he could feel that Wuxu and a group of monks were also on the bus.

The bus drove away, and the big steamer became a black spot, reflected in Zhu Tong's heart.

Zhu Tong understood, just now he squirted out the first Gu worm after he got the divine inheritance, which was a seed.

Far away, far away, the black dots are getting fainter and fainter; Zhu Tong once again heard the voices around him and saw the scene around him.

The wooden Taoist is fat and thin and the old man is similar, and he looks about the same age, so he salutes and says: "Senior, please write a word for my Taoist sect." ”

"The hell knows what you want." The old man laughed and scolded softly, picked up the pen again, and slowly wrote the word "Tao".

"Dao Ke Dao is very Dao, what should these words mean? How do you pronounce it? It all depends on how you understand the word 'Tao'. Take it, when you can jump out of this word, you will make great achievements. The bamboo Taoist priest understands the way of mountains and rivers, and he is smarter than you. However, it's difficult, Daomen has been pretending to be mysterious for too long, and it has wasted so many opportunities and so much time, and everything now is self-inflicted. ”

Even the two Taoist priests, the outsiders in the courtyard were gone, and Zhu Yun and Zhu Tong knelt in front of the old man, not speaking, not knowing how to say.

The dark clouds in the sky just now, after the old man appeared, only wrote the word "Zen", and all of them came to naught; The old man did not rely on any coercive force, but with a heroic spirit.

The brothers who became a tiger were sent out to close the door, and today the Tianwang Temple does not accept incense.

The old man sat in the main hall, where the fake monk used to sit, smoking dry cigarettes, and in front of him stood Zhu Yun and Zhu Tong.

"What have you brothers done over the years? When did Zhumen degenerate like this? What about your master? ”

Zhu Yun was old, so he had to come forward to explain: "Master passed away the year before last? ”

"I wish Senior Brother Lan will be drowned? It's okay to lie to others; What did you do to him off? He must have gone hiding somewhere. Zhu Lan can die no matter what, but he won't be drowned, and he won't be burned. ”

After listening to Zhu Yun say everything about the old liar, the old man shook his head in disbelief, and Zhu Tong knew the master's name for the first time.

"It's been almost fifty years, and Senior Brother is the holder of the tools determined by the elders, and he was only sixteen years old when he left, and he is the highest one in Zhumen's cultivation, how could he die before he was seventy? You can't even cope with such a small scene, you don't look like his disciples. ”

"Master only taught us a puff and a dog skin plaster, and I didn't teach anything else carefully." Zhu Yun said honestly; "We came back here just to find our seniors."

"What about the mask? Who did your master Zhu Lan pass the mask to? The old man drew the word "check" in the air with the rod of the cigarette pouch.

Zhu Tong's mind shook, and he gradually felt that everything about himself was unfolded in front of the old man, like a naked baby.

"None of you." The old man sighed: "Senior brother, what does he want to do?" ”

Zhu Yun looked back at Zhu Tong, and the surprise in his eyes showed that the old man had also probed his body.

"What do you call Uncle Shi? We have been with Master for many years, and we have never heard him talk about Master's family. Master wouldn't even let us come here casually. Zhu Yunla Zhu Tong knelt down and kowtowed.

"Your master's name is Zhu Lan, my name is Zhu Huang, and you also have an uncle named Zhu Hong. At that time, it was too noisy here, I had to go back to my hometown in Jiangxi, and for decades, the two of them left and never came back? You are no longer a person in the Zhumen, and you can't even write well, you have to practice since childhood. ”

The old man didn't speak again, but Zhu Tong was thinking about the mask, the master had a mask, he played for a while when he was a child, and he never saw the master take it out after he fled from the seaside town. It's just that the old man said that Master's age is wrong, and the old liar is only fifty years old, so shouldn't the old man recognize the wrong person? The names of their three brothers are strange enough, is Zhumen opening a paint shop?

With this thought in mind, Zhu Tong was silent and did not say anything about the mask.

"There must be a reason for him to do this, I wish Lan is more knowledgeable than me. Since he was determined to hide, no one could find him. The old man pondered for a long time, and finally raised his head: "What should you do and how to do it, I will bring Zhu Chenghu back, and give you a real Zhumen disciple as a helper in three or five years." Didn't your master say that the names of the disciples of the Zhumen should be three single and double? Hey, it seems that he is discouraged, so he will be called Zhu Hu in the future. Our master is a double word, and it is his turn to be a single word. ”

Since the old man said this, although Zhu Yun was unwilling, he also knew that it was useless to say anything, so he bowed his head and said: "Yes, Uncle Xie takes care of it, and Chenghu is more stable." ”

Zhu Tong secretly glanced at his watch at this time, it was almost ten o'clock, his concern for the master was only to help the senior brother get through the difficulties, and now he was even more worried about whether Ye'er would be in a hurry.

"Zhu Yun, what you did very well is to let those monks eat some turtles. You come with me. ”

"Ahh Zhu Tong was pulled by his senior brother, only to see his uncle Zhu Huang looking at him, and quickly stood up and followed him out.

didn't go far, the old man took Zhu Tong into the side hall of Tianwang Temple.

"Tell me, how did you get into trouble with the Gu woman?"

Zhu Tong knew that all the situations in his body had been clearly checked by the powerful uncle just now, so he didn't hide it, and carefully explained the reasons why he came to Xiangxi.

"It turns out that you weren't plotted by Gu worms."

The old man stretched out his index finger and pointed at the Zhu Tong Yin Tang acupoint, and he touched it: "It's indeed a Gu god, a powerful thing, you have to be careful." ”

"Uncle Shi, will it harm me?" Zhu Tong asked hesitantly, there is such a thing in his body, and it always feels wrong.

"Every Gu God is a mixed bag, otherwise it wouldn't be so mysterious, some people want to get its favor, and some people want to desperately get rid of it." The old man lit the statue of the god in the temple with a cigarette pouch and smiled, "Do you see the two of them?" Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo escaped with butterfly Gu, but they couldn't see the light of day again, and they could only live in the dark. But they are also blessed, and nothing in the world can disturb them anymore. ”

"Really?" Zhu Tong looked at the two gods suspiciously, thinking: Isn't that a legend?

The old man didn't explain anymore, his eyes flashed, and he looked directly at Zhu Tong's eyebrows: "Is the divine inheritance you got a blessing or a curse?" I still don't understand; But everything in the world is like this, and there is a price to pay for the benefits. Just like our Zhumen's healing technique, although it is only one word, but I have practiced for half a life, and I can only write seven times a year, and it is a fatal thing to write seven more words. We use our mental strength as a medicine stone, and others look relaxed, they don't know that every word consumes our energy. ”

Zhu Tong nodded: "No wonder I have a headache every time I make a plaster." ”

"That's different, the dog skin plaster is a charm, it's a tricky workaround. Your master is the best at that, and he doesn't like to write for people. Senior brother often said that life and death depend on fate, people are inexhaustible, and the sky will not fall without anyone. ”

Yes, Zhu Tong has followed Master for many years, and he has never seen an old liar writing to heal people; This sentence is also like what the master said, the old liar never suffers.

"I can't help you." The old man smoked dry tobacco and exhaled smoke for a long time; "The word 'spirit' that was passed down to you earlier was originally intended to restrain Gu worms, and it may be useful to Gu gods, so you can practice it for a good life, there is only benefit and no harm."

"Uncle Shi, you just said that everything is a mixed bag." Zhu Tong protested quietly.

The old man laughed: "Your temper is very similar to that of your senior brother, your name is Zhu Tong, and you have the name of a lone wolf." Am I wrong? If you practice the word 'Ling', it will take at least three years to achieve a small success, and it will take you an hour a day; if you want to become a great person, you must insist on writing more than 300 times a day for three years, and it will take a whole day, and you don't have the energy and so much time. Can you follow me for three years like Zhu Hu? ”

"I can't." Zhu Tong replied honestly, Ye Er began to have a headache when he wrote a few words of 'spirit' taught by the old man, and Zhu Tong wrote a dozen at most;

"Maybe your master is right, the world has changed, the more people there are, the weaker the aura between heaven and earth, and I can't write well in the city. Your master is sad, a few decades ago, he watched our master be beaten to death as a liar for writing charms; If you see him, say that Zhu Huang is waiting for his senior brother in his hometown. The old man didn't know what he thought, and his expression was gloomy;

"During the Republic of China, after the killing of Uncle Tianyin, the elders of the division set up this rule, and we are three brothers, and only I have to pass on the art of ghosts and gods. Your hearts are not here, go. Zhumen's transmission only depends on your next generation, you have to lay a good foundation for them, Zhu Hu has a wide temperament and calm, Peng Ma Gong has been small, can withstand the test of words; I will wear the magic of the ghosts and gods to him; Zhu Tong, if you accept disciples, Uncle Shi, you will also teach one for you, but your heart must be pure, and you must first lay a solid foundation for him. ”

"Plop"! Zhu Tong knelt in front of the old man: "Uncle Shi, is there a cow character in the Shizu Zun?" ”

"Our master's name is Zhu Tianniu, did your master talk about it?"

"No, Master only said that good people don't live long; In order to live longer, you can't be too kind. Zhu Yun said on the side; Uncle Shi, why doesn't Master tell us about Shizu? ”

"You should know that history." The old man took a deep breath of dry tobacco and slowly exhaled it, as if he was accumulating energy; "When the Zhumen was passed on to our master's generation, the number of people was already sparse. Master is a human duty, and he has been opening a medical clinic in Xiangxi for a career, and we still have two masters and uncles walking the rivers and lakes. After the incident of Uncle Tianyin, Master has been blaming himself. Xiangxi has always been backward, and when it encountered the epidemic that year, the master tried his best to treat people, and once wrote thirteen words in a row, and finally tired himself. At that time, the three of us were still apprentices, and we couldn't help the master. The elder brother is two years older than me, and the younger sister Zhu Hong is the master's daughter, who was only six years old that year. Later, Master's body never recovered, and he could no longer write Zhiji. Master often blames himself for being too greedy and not understanding the truth of a long stream. It's a pity that the elder brother refused to practice healing because he saw Master's situation. That winter, the two masters came back and brought back a lot of things, but the master didn't want them either, saying that those things were not clean. I haven't seen them since.

"Then began to be in turmoil, and men were like mad; One day, when we came back from going into the mountains to collect medicine, we saw Master being grabbed by a group of red children from outside, and Master was beaten all over in blood. The people on the street usually received the favor of the Master, but none of them came forward to dissuade them. The three of us went to snatch the master away, and the senior brother shot the hardest, using the soul chasing needle to knock down more than a dozen, and finally snatched the master away.

"However, when we ran to the mountains to find a safe place, Master was no longer able to do so, and before leaving, Master took my hand and kept looking me in the eyes. He asked me to promise not to avenge him. Master has done good deeds and accumulated virtues all his life, and has never harmed anyone, who knows that he will end up with such a miserable end. It rained heavily in the middle of the night, and Master finally went. The senior brother asked me to use the ghost and god sacrifice technique to avenge the master and kill everyone in the town under the mountain, but I didn't agree. The senior brother picked up the little sister and left, and asked me to bury the master on the mountain; Three days later, when I went down the mountain, I heard that Master Dou's team had all been poisoned on the way to Guangxi, and half of them died, more than a dozen, and they were all children who didn't know anything. ”

The old man sighed a few times, and then continued for a long time: "Since then, I have never seen the senior brother and the junior sister. ”

Zhu Tong knows why the master deceived the rivers and lakes, if the master has the art of ghosts and gods, it will really cause a disaster. The old liar may want to avenge the ancestor of Zhu Tianniu, but he doesn't know who to find, at that time, the whole society was pathologically crazy.

"Maybe I'm wrong, and Master is wrong. Uncle Tianyin has a letter to Master, which I still keep, with these words: Zhumen is not Zhuyoumen, there has never been an ideal of curing diseases and saving people, nor is it for chivalry; Entering the rivers and lakes, Zhumen is a bitter medicine; If you are only to be a doctor, you might as well be a doctor, how many words can you write a year to save a few people? ”

"Yes, writing to save people, you can't save a few in a year." Zhu Tong echoed.

"I live alone in the mountains because I can't see the sickness of the world; After all, a person's energy is limited, and there are so many sick people in the world today, who can cure them? The old man closed his eyes and thought: "Uncle Tianyin wants to teach the world to write and cure characters by himself and save himself, he set up a literacy class in northern Sichuan, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing." Come to think of it, this path is feasible, call all your disciples to the main hall, I have something to say. ”

In the main hall, the word "gas" is hung high.

"At the beginning of man, he begins to be angry; The decline of man is the death of the person. All the calligraphy and mantras of Zhumen are all cultivating this vitality, but they cannot simply be called qigong. Practicing qigong is also breathing, but qigong breathing can only be successful if there are certain standardized movements; Therefore, there are also certain norms when writing calligraphy. The word is the image of the symbol, and the qi is the soul of the symbol. I don't know the method, and no matter how many words I write, I don't have aura. Today, I will pass on the word 'qi' to you, and if you learn something, you can cure people's diseases, and at least you can support your own primitive vitality, so that you can avoid all diseases. If you meet the right person in the future, pass on this word, and it will be regarded as a reward for me. ”

Within an hour, under the guidance of the old man, Zhu Yun's disciples learned the "qi" character method, and they all gained something from their hearts and practiced with their hearts.

The old man came and went, and Zhu Tong and Zhu Yun couldn't say half a word.

Zhu Yun and Zhu Tong sent the old man away, and stood at the corner of the street for a long time, Zhu Tong clapped his hands and said: "Senior brother, Uncle Shi's word 'qi' is well transmitted, you will become a monk in the future, meet the master who is willing to spend money, and pass it on; ”

"You're smart," Zhu Yun smacked Zhu Tong; "Go see your little lover, your heart has already flown away."

The sun is already very high, Zhu Tong bought a new pair of pants to wear in the mall, and went to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of flowers, there are no lilacs here, fortunately, there is still Xiang Xuelan.

is about to leave, Ye'er and Grandma Chen reluctantly took a group photo and said goodbye, the old man packed a bag of mountain goods wax meat and other things, and Ye'er must take them away.

"How do you feel?" Mei Lanting carried his bag and asked Zhu Tong who was standing outside the door.

"The dogs here know best how to enjoy life." Zhu Tong's feet rubbed on the yellow dog, the dog enjoyed it very much, crawling on the stone slab and bathing in the winter sun, his eyes didn't bother to lift, as if he was thinking about a very important issue.

At Jishou Railway Station, Zhu Tong sent Ye'er and Mei Lanting on the train to Shanghai.

Ye Er was reluctant, and kept holding Zhu Tong's hand and was reluctant to separate.

"We'll be able to meet in a week, I'll call you every day." The train was about to leave, and Zhu Tong withdrew his hand.

"It's been too long." Ye Er groaned.

Mei Lanting smiled inside: "Don't worry, he's more anxious than you." ”

The train started, and Zhu Tong watched the rear of the train disappear into the distance, empty, and turned around the platform a few times before finding the exit.

In the evening of the next day, Zhu Tong walked out of Qingdao Railway Station.

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