The square yard, next to the gate, is a small shed made of green bamboo. Pots and pans are available, and the wide window looks out onto the lake.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the water that flowed from the drain slowly filled the steamer. At exactly seven o'clock, the little Taoist priest glanced through the window at the clock hanging in the pavilion, and the fire was rising under the pot. At seven twenty, the little Taoist priest took out three small eggs from the cupboard. Slowly thrown into the boiling water, the water boiled when the last egg was submerged in the water. The little Taoist priest continued to take out a month's worth of silver packets from the cupboard and tore them open. The goose yellow powder was poured into a transparent glass of water next to it.

At 7:23 a.m., the fire under the pot suddenly went out. The little Taoist priest picked up the pot and poured the bubbling boiling water into the cup. The last drop of water ran down the pot, and three eggs had just rolled to the edge of the pot. Pick up a glass of water and pick up three eggs from the pot. The little priest sat down at the table facing the window.

At this time of the day, he always sat in this position and started eating breakfast.

He likes the feeling of slowly peeling off the skin of an egg. If you happen to be able to peel off the skin of an egg one at a time, it will be completely peeled off. He's going to have a great day. Outside the window, the surface of the lake has begun to sparkle and sparkle. Today's first rays of sunlight have gone around the hill behind the house and shone into the lake.

Although as long as it is not rainy weather, he often sees such a picture, but the little Taoist priest will still take the trouble to watch. I watched it very seriously. It was as serious as when the old Taoist priest sat on the other side of the table. He could already be like the old Taoist priest back then, without looking down at the egg in his hand. It can be completely peeled clean, and sometimes the entire eggshell can be peeled off. It was really a craft that required a lot of skill, and the old Taoist priest was looking at the eggs in his hands carefully. There are also few times when the eggshell has been peeled off completely.

At this time today, looking at the sparkling waves outside the window, the little Taoist priest felt that the eggshell in his hand was only one last step away, and it could be peeled off completely. He could feel the parts that had been peeled off, still well connected to the last shell of the egg.

Suddenly, he blinked. Although his eyes never glanced at the egg in his hand, when he blinked, his hand moved. The egg, which was about to be stripped naked, almost completely revealed its white body, but at this time, it slipped from the little Taoist's hand, and the shell attached to the egg was instantly torn off the egg.

The little Taoist priest sat quietly on the chair, and his eyes did not glance, and he did not know how many eggs had rolled on the ground. He suddenly smiled at the eggshell that had fallen on the table. "It's all like this, you're still so whole." He stared at the tabletop, the eggshells that were joined together, for a long time.

"Looks like I can't eat today." He sighed slowly, muttering to himself at the glass of water still on the table, and to the two remaining eggs. "When you come back, you're going to be cold, aren't you?" He slowly stood up and walked slowly into the courtyard. Walk into the back hall and pick up the dusting of the blue-handled silver wire on the table. Facing the empty tabletop, he took a deep slam.

It's still a white fluttering robe, but it's no longer a teenager.

Looking at the street in front of him, the little Taoist priest stopped at the corner of the street. In the blink of an eye, he had locked on to the source of the threat. Just looking at the red marked area in front of him, which has become larger and larger over the past few hundred years, he hesitated a little.

The old Taoist priest's warning is still in my ears. The boyhood of those who worked here back then is also vivid. He suddenly didn't know whether he should be in danger or not.

Now is not the day when the old Taoist priest is still behind him. It's that I've become that behind, and if I encounter a danger that I can't get out of, my promise to the old Taoist priest to protect this place will be empty. Intuitively, however, he sensed the threat of something looming in the red-marked area.

My own surveillance of those dangerous punctuation points has been attacked many times these days. Just yesterday, someone was tampered with. Today, someone is arrogant and jumps out under their noses. The little Taoist priest had to think deeply about the purpose of this. Even if this is not a demonstration, it must be a test of one's own reaction.

After so many years of stability, those guys who are familiar with the old Taoist priest are probably almost gone, right? Now it's time for another wave of newcomers to start breaking into the world. The more he thought about it, the more he found that he had no way to make a decision. At this time, he realized why the old Taoist priest often looked worried.

"Humph! I won't be like you! The little Taoist snorted coldly, making it difficult to understand who he was throwing a tantrum at. No matter who it is, if you dare to provoke me, then be prepared to be beaten! "I made up my mind. The little Taoist priest simply ignored the blue-handled silver filament that had exploded as soon as he stepped onto the red-marked area.

It seems that this area has not changed at all over the years. Except that the dust accumulated on the ground was a little thicker, and the creaking and squeaking as they walked through the various passes reminded the little Taoist priests that they had been old enough. The little Taoist priest didn't notice anything unusual.

The blockage of some passes, even if the little Taoist priest keeps waving the dust, is difficult to pass. His white robes had been soaked in stains piece by piece by the dust that had been kicked up. This made his brow furrow even tighter. "Don't let me find you!" The little Taoist priest kept muttering these words.

The anger did not make the little Taoist priest lose his mind, and after passing the million threshold in one breath. The little Taoist priest finally found some traces of people passing by. Although these traces were extremely slight, they still did not escape the eyes of the little Taoist priest after all.

"Very smart!" The little Taoist priest lifted his robe and slowly squatted down at a dusty pass. When the dust in his hand was thrown into the air, the silver-white silk threads exploded instantly. It turned into an umbrella that looked like it was suspended in the air, perhaps more like a mushroom.

The originally dim space was turned into a mushroom-shaped dust as the origin, and countless points of light seemed to fly quickly in all directions after a snort. When those points of light flew away from the dust, there were also countless points of light, in front of the eyes of the little Taoist, turning into frames of miniature images, symbols, formulas, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas......

"Is it very well hidden?" The more the image came back, the tighter the little Taoist's brows wrinkled.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and the points of light that seemed to be connected to the dust instantly became disordered. The images in the video became bizarre, with headless people walking down the street in patches. There was a sky full of sea water flowing on the clouds, and the snow-white clouds seemed to be the shoreline, resisting the waves of the tide. Slowly, the strings of formulas began to shake, and the symbols all became meaningless gibberish.

The little Taoist's brows were tightly locked. Finally, he reached out and grasped the cyan whisk that hung in the air. The silver-white silk threads that exploded hung down in an instant. "Do you want to scare me away? I think that I can do whatever I want if I learn to 'pour the sea'! The little Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the ground, slowly twisting his head to look at the four sides of the pass.

"I admit that you have two strokes to launch such a large-scale 'sea tilt' in this place marked with a red flag. Shouldn't you be a nobody? Don't hide your head and tail like this? If you really want to compare and compare, we can find a place to give it a fair try! The voice of the little Taoist priest shouting came out in all directions at the empty pass. The dust in the dozens of paths, under the agitation of the sound waves, slowly drifted into the air. Although the little Taoist priest was still frowning, his ears were twisting with his head, listening carefully to the subtle sounds in each pathway.

It's just that for a long time, there wasn't a sound coming from those places.

"Shouldn't it?" The little Taoist priest slowly sat up straight and muttered in a low voice. "It is impossible to launch such a large-scale 'sea tilt' beyond the distance of three passes!" With a confused face, the little Taoist priest put away the dust and walked forward slowly. From time to time, the eyes looked at each turn.

"Playing this kind of trick?" The little Taoist priest stopped when he walked through the third pass. Looking at the floor in front of me, a piece of 'dust' that was slowly wriggling. The clods of soil, which are smaller than millet, crawl on the ground at a speed that is not as fast as an ant.

"Why didn't you run away?" The little Taoist priest shook the dust whisk in his hand. A silvery-white silk thread hung straight down from the cyan dust handle. Gently press against that clod. The clod of earth shook vigorously, but the silver filament holding it down did not move.

"Interesting." The little Taoist priest made a dust, and the clod of soil was also lifted with the silver wire. The little Taoist priest gently placed it on his fingertips. The clods of soil that were still shaking under the pressure of silver wires. In the hands of the little Taoist, it was as if he had suddenly died, lying motionless.

"Don't pretend, do you think I don't recognize what you are?" The little Taoist's eyes narrowed little by little, and the corners of his mouth showed an incredible smile. "I started playing with ants before I learned to walk when I was one year old. What kind of ants have I not seen? Why don't you show your true colors? Are you a black ant or a termite? Or is it a little gray thing? ”

The little Taoist priest muttered and muttered, but the 'clods' lying on his fingertips remained stubbornly motionless.

"If you keep being like this, I'm going to have to throw you into the lake?" When the little Taoist priest said this, he was extremely gentle. "Right? What are you afraid of? You're still very good at moving, you should have learned a lot, right? "After a while, the 'clod' on the tip of the little Taoist priest's fingertip really turned into the appearance of an ant.

"Or is it just a gray worm? Haven't been in the temple, have you? Do you want to be a black guard, or do you want to be a white guard? The little Taoist priest raised his hand and leaned towards his eyes little by little. If you can tell, why are you here. I might consider it and get you promoted to the rank of Chief Guard. Seeing that your movements are so good, I think I will definitely be competent. ”

"Haha...... The disciples and grandchildren of the old way, to this day, will they only pretend to buy this trick? The gray ground ant swelled rapidly in the hands of the little Taoist. The two sharp, grayish-white palates next to the mouthparts have been raised. "Insidious!" When the little Taoist priest saw that the gray ant in his hand was starting to grow bigger, he had already arched his thumb. When its palate, which had become larger than its little finger, lifted, he struggled to flick it out with his thumb.

When the gray ant bounced up from the little Taoist's fingertips, two transparent wings popped out of his waist. With the power of the little Taoist priest's ejection, he instantly spread his wings and flew away. "Are you the first long-haired Daoist in the Clothing Dao Academy?" The gray ants have long since flown away. But the little Taoist priest still stood in place and did not move.

Not many people know the name of the Cloth Temple. Exactly, people who are still alive, I'm afraid none of the guys will know the name. Except for the old guy, only the old rival is left. The little Taoist priest's brows, which had been tightly locked, furrowed even more.