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Huang Shaohong himself wandered around the Taoist temple, probably because he betrayed Zhao Zhijing before, these stinky Taoist priests with incorrect views could not see the shining point of his 'fighting injustice', and they all stayed away from him.

His eyes were sharp, and he suddenly found the junior brother who was standing beside him and telling him Cui Zhifang's identity.

Immediately walked over, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, what a coincidence, let's meet again!" ”

The little Taoist priest smiled: "Senior brother, I still have something, let's talk about it later!" ”

Looking at the appearance of the plague god, he obviously didn't want to talk to him!

Where could Huang Shaohong let him run, and grabbed his wrist: "Senior brother, don't worry, by the way, what's your name?" ”

The little Taoist priest said with a wry smile: "My name is Zhou Rui ('Xiongba, Slaughtering the World' cameo) Dao number 'Jingcheng', senior brother, you just let it go, I'm in a hurry to go to the toilet!" ”

"Jingcheng, right, what's the rush to go to the toilet, what's the call for my brother?" Huang Shaohong rubbed his forehead, with an expression that I was dizzy and couldn't remember.

Jing Cheng replied: "Senior brother's Dao number is called the upper and lower light, but the second disciple under the master's seat!" ”

"Second Senior Brother? ...... Upper net and lower light? ”

Huang Shaohong is speechless, he is the second senior brother who is fat, isn't this the discrimination of Chiguoguo, and this Tao number, the top is clean and the bottom is light, isn't that just no clothes, clean light...... Jingguang, isn't this homonym a loss of Jingguang!

No wonder Lu Qingdu is in the book 'Condor', he is the villain Xiao Qisan, and this name is not good!

Huang Shaohong shook his head: "Brother Wei thinks that this road number is not good, and in the future, my brother will be dedicated to the Tao, so he will change the road number to a net repair!" ”

Jing Cheng was busy: "Pure cultivation is the way number of the third senior brother!" ”

"That'...... What about the net? ”

"Fourth Senior Brother!"

"Where's Jingyang?"

"Fifth Senior Brother!"

"Where's the purification?"

"Seventh Senior Brother!"

“...... I want to be quiet! ”

"Senior brother, no one uses this Dao number, but the Dao number is given by the master, and you change the Dao number without permission, which is not good!"

Huang Shaohong pouted: "Anyway, it's not called pure light, it's unlucky, and I should be clean in the future!" ”

After he finished speaking, he suddenly asked curiously, "What is the name of the senior brother's Dao?" ”

"Jingdong!"

"Jingdong...... Well, there is no one with this name, Lao Zhao really has no talent for names! ”

Huang Shaohong pulled Jingcheng closer to him and said in a low voice:

"That junior brother, I also know that my senior brother didn't get enough sleep last night, and now he is dizzy, and he can't even remember where he lives, you can help me and send my senior brother back!"

Jing Cheng looked embarrassed: "Senior brother, I really want to go to the toilet!" ”

Huang Shaohong was afraid that he would run away, so he smiled and asked, "Can you die if you go later?" ”

“...... No! ”

"Then what are you in a hurry, hurry up and send Brother Wei back to his residence, can't you hurry up!"

Jing Cheng saw that he couldn't push it, so he had to nod and agree.

As a result, Huang Shaohong didn't listen to the direction he pointed out at all, and pulled him around Chongyang Palace almost all over, and everywhere he went, he used dizziness and can't remember as an excuse to extract useful information from Jingcheng's mouth.

And Jingcheng said several times that he wanted to go to the toilet, but all of them were vetoed by Huang Shaohong.

All the way down, the Patriarch Hall, the Lingguan Palace, the Scripture Pavilion, the Seven True Palace...... Waiting for the palace, I walked through it all, I knew it all in my chest, and I figured out where I lived, and then I said:

"That Jingcheng, don't you go to the toilet, hurry up!"

Jing Cheng pointed to his freshly soaked trouser leg, with a look of shame and indignation on his face.

Huang Shaohong looked at each other with disdain: "Oh, you kid, how old are you and still pee your pants!" ”

Jing Cheng didn't speak, he cried and left, and the teenager couldn't stand such a humiliating blow.

"Don't worry, you did such a shameful thing, I won't tell anyone else!"

Huang Shaohong cried louder after shouting, and trotted under his feet, leaving a clear line of water on the ground.

Huang Shaohong sighed: "What a good boy! ”

After turning around like this twice, it was already time to hold the lamp, Huang Shaohong went to the dining hall in a leisurely manner, and under the strange eyes of other Taoist priests, he had dinner, not to mention that the food of the Quanzhen Sect tasted really good.

After eating, I returned to the room of the net finger and couldn't help frowning, it turned out that this room was not a single room for one person, but a row of bunks, on which at least four or five people could sleep.

At this time, there was no one in the room, and Huang Shaohong didn't know which was his position, so he chose a clean place to lie down, closed his eyes and began to sort out the great shaman inheritance that he had just obtained from the 'Flower on the Other Side'.

The inheritance of the Great Shaman lineage, in Huang Shaohong's view, is like a hodgepodge of all kinds, such as divination, dancing gods, inviting gods, channeling yin, praying for blessings, curses, spells, witch doctors...... and many other categories include almost all modern cognitions of feudal superstition.

Huang Shaohong thought about it carefully and found that although the practice of the great shaman was not as tall as the Taoist Gate, the Buddhist Gate, the Golden Pill, the Golden Body, the Flying Sword, the Refining Weapon, the Divine Palm and other names, it also had its own uniqueness and was very worthy of his own study.

I don't know how long it took, when Huang Shaohong was sleeping on the shop and studying how to curse others, suddenly there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, and after a while, the door was pushed open from the outside, and several Taoist priests walked in, it was the same Taoist priests who wanted to besiege Huang Shaohong before.

"Senior brother, the second senior brother has taken your place!"

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old Taoist priest turned his head and said to Zhao Zhijing's eldest disciple 'Jingdong'.

Jingdong was only in his early twenties, and when he heard this, he sneered: "What second senior brother, a dog thief who even betrayed his master, is he also worthy!" ”

After speaking, Jingdong stepped forward and kicked on the bunk: "Lu Qingdu, you didn't go to the evening class, I have already reported the matter to Uncle Yin, who presided over the evening class, you can do it yourself, now go back to your position immediately!" ”

Huang Shaohong sat up from the bunk and looked around: "Where is my position?" ”

Jingdong pointed casually, but it was the most wall-to-wall inside, and it was black and full of oil sludge, which made people feel sick when they looked at it.

"If you don't go, I'll sleep here!"

Huang Shaohong looked around, and the position where he was lying was the cleanest, so he turned over and lay down again.

Jingdong's eyes flashed with anger: "Okay, then you can lie down!" ”

"Let's go!"

He waved his hand and beckoned a few little Taoist priests to go out, and after a short time, he turned back again, but each of them had an extra whistle stick in his hand when walking the mountain road.

As soon as a few people entered the door, a little Taoist priest bolted the doors and windows, and Jingdong pointed at Huang Shaohong with a stick and sneered:

"I was going to clean you up in a few days, but since you are in a hurry to find death, let you taste it, remember, if you are injured, you will say that you fell, otherwise there will be more ruthlessness next time!"

After he finished speaking, he beckoned to the junior disciples: "Come on, break one of his legs and vent the anger of the master!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Huang Shaohong on the shop jumping up with a carp, shaking his hands, and in an instant, the white powder spread all over the sky, covering his face, and a few Taoist priests led by Jingdong were all over his face.

But he took out a small bag of quicklime from his bag and sprinkled it directly.

"Ah...... My eyes! ”

"It's quicklime ......"

"Dog thief treacherous!"

"Let's ...... away"

These Taoist priests didn't care about doing anything, threw the whistle stick, covered their eyes and howled miserably, and at the same time wanted to rush out of the room and find vegetable oil to clean the lime on their eyes.

But helplessly, the doors and windows had been plugged in, they couldn't see, and they groped to open the door, but Huang Shaohong picked up a whistle stick from the ground and beat them in the face.

Then I heard the crackling sound in the room, and the sound of wailing and begging for mercy kept coming.

In the quiet rooms where some of the four generations of disciples were resting, some Taoist priests who had returned to their residences heard the sound and pushed the windows to look at it, but they were persuaded in the knowing:

"It's Senior Brother Jingdong under Uncle Wang's seat who wants to clean up the portal, let's not know!"

Someone was surprised: "But how can I hear the screams of Senior Brother Jingdong!" ”

"How is it possible, it must be a bad listen!"

This scene was also staged in the quiet room of the other four generations of disciples, but the quiet room of the three generations of disciples such as Yi Zhiping, Cui Zhifang, and others was far away, and they couldn't hear the shouts here at all, so Jingdong and the others dared to make a move against Huang Shaohong in the quiet room.

Because of all of the above, Huang Shaohong beat Jingdong and others for more than half an hour, and no one came to save him, this beating was really enjoyable!

Huang Shaohong threw the whistle stick and moved his shoulder: "It's been a long time since I've beaten someone so well!" ”

At his feet, Jingdong and the others lay on the ground, moaning in a low voice, their heads and faces could no longer be seen in their original appearance, and each one was beaten into a pig's head.

Huang Shaohong looked at these people and said with a smile:

"I was going to clean you up in a few days, since you are looking for death by yourself, let you taste the power, remember, if you are injured, you will say that you fell, otherwise there will be more ruthlessness next time!"

Huang Shaohong returned what Jingdong had said before, kicked a few times at the end, and asked, "Did you hear that!" ”

It wasn't until Jingdong and the others vaguely said that they heard it, so he took a bucket of soybean oil out of his bag and poured it directly on the heads of several people: "Wash your face, don't be blind again in a while!" ”

Although Jingdong was resentful in their hearts, they still endured the pain in their bodies and began to wipe the lime from their eyes with soybean oil.

Huang Shaohong waited for them to finish washing, tore the bedding on the bunk into strips, tied up all these people with the technique of the Wa national rope art, and gagged their mouths with rags.

After everything was done, Huang Shaohong lay back down on the bunk, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He slept until the third watch, and when he opened his eyes, got up and prepared to start his errands.

Huang Shaohong has already familiarized himself with the terrain of Chongyang Palace during the day, and knows the location of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

After he got up, he didn't care about the fellow disciples on the ground who were tied up by him, opened the door and went out of the quiet room, and after covering the door, he looked left and right, and saw that there was no one in the dead of night, so he walked towards the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Before he reached the Scripture Pavilion, his ears suddenly moved, and he vaguely heard the sound of someone crying in a low voice behind the Lingguan Palace.

This voice is extremely subtle, if it weren't for the silence of the night at this time, Huang Shaohong's own ears are amazing, and others may not be able to hear this voice.

The place where the palace was already empty, and there were bursts of crying in the middle of the night, which had a creepy and strange atmosphere.

However, Huang Shaohong didn't believe that there were any ghosts and gods in this martial arts world, so he walked towards the place where the voice came from, wanting to see who was howling here without sleep in the middle of the night.

It's not that he's curious, it's actually that the Scripture Pavilion is not far from here, if he steals the scriptures by himself, he is seen by this crying person, it will be a lot of trouble, it's better to see in advance, who is it, if you can get rid of it, then it's best.

Bypassing the Lingguan Palace, I saw that in the corner of the wall behind the Dao Hall, a little Taoist priest was squatting there, with his head buried in his knees, his body undulating slightly, and making a low crying sound, it could be seen that although he was crying, he was trying to control himself not to make too much noise.

"Who is crying here in the middle of the night?"

Huang Shaohong stepped forward and asked, wanting to see who it was, and then knocked him unconscious, but the other party raised his head when he heard his question, but he was stunned.

It turned out that it was none other than the little Taoist priest who was hiding here and crying, it was the little Taoist priest who led him during the day.

When the little Taoist priest saw that it was Huang Shaohong, he immediately sobbed and shouted: "Senior Brother Qingdu!" Then he continued to lower his head and cry, this time even more than he had just cried.

Huang Shaohong had a good impression of this kid, immediately squatted down, and asked with a smile: "Jingcheng, how old are you, why are you still crying, what is there to tell the senior brother, the senior brother will help you decide!" ”

Jingcheng raised his head and glanced at Huang Shaohong, and then he didn't hide it, and said it aggrievedly.

It turned out that he peed his pants during the day, and when he went back to change his pants, he was seen by the other brothers, and he was immediately teased, and those people also told the other brothers about it.

As a result, it has now spread among almost all the four generations of Quanzhen's disciples, and Juncheng has become the target of ridicule by others.

That's why this kid couldn't stand it, he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and ran to a remote place to cry alone, but he didn't expect to meet Huang Shaohong again.

Huang Shaohong touched his nose after listening, as the culprit who delayed other people's toilet and made him pee his pants, he was a little embarrassed at this moment.

He coughed lightly: "Okay, don't cry, who spread this matter, I'll help you get angry!" ”

Jingcheng choked up and said: "It's the seventh junior brother, but there is no need to take revenge, I just feel a little uncomfortable, and it will be fine tomorrow!" ”

Huang Shaohong snorted: "Sure enough, it's Zhao Zhijing's apprentice again, the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, there is no good thing!" ”

Jingcheng wiped away his tears, looked at him stunned, and reminded: "Senior brother, don't say that about master, the other two of us are also master's apprentices!" ”

"Haven't you heard of each other, the two of us are dignified, upright, chic and dignified, and look like Pan An, of course we are not on this list...... Hey, stinky boy, what kind of eyes do you have, dare to look at me with suspicion, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will whip you! ”

Huang Shaohong saw that these teenage children were crying pitifully, so he wanted to give the other party some compensation, and immediately asked:

"Jingcheng, let me ask you, why did you come to Chongyang Palace to become a monk?"

Without thinking about it, Jing Cheng replied directly: "I want to practice martial arts well, become a hero like Uncle Qiu, punish rape, eliminate evil, and drive out Tartars!" ”

The little Taoist priest is not big, and when he said this, he still had a lot of momentum.

"Good ambition!"

Huang Shaohong praised it, and then pulled Jingcheng up: "Go, I'll do you a favor now, so that you can complete this dream in advance!" ”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, and Jingcheng said hurriedly: "Senior Brother Qingdu, what are you going to do?" ”

"Come with me and you'll know!"

Huang Shaohong pulled Jingcheng towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and when he arrived at the door, he pushed the door directly and entered.

On the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a middle-aged Taoist priest on duty was sitting cross-legged on the futon to practice internal strength, when he heard the door being pushed open, he opened his eyes: "Who trespassed into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!" ”

Jing Cheng was stunned, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Zhang, let's ...... We're in the wrong place! ”

Huang Shaohong pulled him and strode towards Uncle Zhang, and chuckled lightly: "That's right, I'm here to inform you of something!" ”

That Uncle Zhang raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?" ”

Huang Shaohong pulled Jingcheng with his left hand, opened his five fingers with his right hand and grabbed it directly towards Uncle Zhang, and said:

"Robbery!"

"Look for death!" That Uncle Zhang snorted coldly, and also opened his five fingers to grab Huang Shaohong, and his demeanor was very big.

But as soon as he stretched out his palm, Huang Shaohong's hand suddenly accelerated, grabbed directly on his neck, and pinched his thumb on his acupuncture point, and this Uncle Zhang fainted instantly.

Huang Shaohong asked Jingcheng, who was already confused: "Who is this thing, why is it so dish!" ”

Jingcheng swallowed his saliva: "Senior brother, you are in trouble, this is Zhang Zhiguang and Uncle Zhang!" ”

"Good name, if you want to be robbed by me, then I'm welcome!"

Huang Shaohong immediately let go of the little Taoist priest, and without looking at it, he quickly put the books on the surrounding bookshelves into his bag, and he planned not to let go of any of them.