(The story takes place in a parallel world, the background and characters are purely fictional, if there are similarities, when I fart!) ）

On Qinyun Mountain, there are three Taoist temples.

The one on the east side is called Huangxian Temple, and the one on the west side is called Baixian Temple.

And the Taoist temple in the middle is the most dilapidated, and no one knows what it is called, because there is not even a plaque.

In the Taoist temple, a young Taoist priest was kneeling in front of a bed, heartbroken.

The old Taoist priest on the bed, dying, looked like he was dying, his face was pale, and he looked like dead ashes.

"Master...... Master...... Don't die...... "The young Taoist priest sobbed.

The old Taoist priest barely squeezed out a smile on his face, and said kindly: "Illiterate...... Master, this is called immortal death...... Don't call death, catch up with Ming'er...... Master went to report to Emperor Donghua......"

It is said that orthodox Taoist priests have a fate, which is the same as a person's household registration, which is in the hands of Emperor Donghua, and they must go to Emperor Donghua to report after death.

The young little Taoist priest shook his head and said, "But I often hear people say that there are many monks in front of the gate of hell...... Master...... Will you go to hell? ”

Old Taoist: "......"

The breeze through the hall blew in, and the Taoist temple was extremely quiet.

After a long pause, the old Taoist priest coughed twice and said, "Those who go to hell ...... It's all false ways of evil monks...... Master won't go to hell......"

"Master, but you're dead...... What should I do? ”

The little Taoist priest was still unwilling and said, "If you die...... I'm going to take the two Taoist temples next door...... It's all ......."

The old Taoist priest said, "There is no need to ......"

Young Taoist: "But they are all fake Taoists...... Always cheating pilgrims out of their money......"

The old Taoist priest said, "We cultivate our Tao...... ...... whatever they do."

The little Taoist priest's face showed a trace of indignation, and said, "If you leave me behind...... I'm left alone...... I'm in a bad mood...... I just want to serve them......"

In those two Taoist temples, the gods of the Taoist sect are not enshrined at all, the Yellow Immortal Daoist and the White Immortal Daoist, although they have some Taoism, but they are not Taoist priests at all, but they have been swaggering and deceiving under the banner of "Taoist priests".

The little Taoist priest had long been thinking about lifting the roof of the Yellow Immortal Temple and the White Immortal Temple, if it weren't for the old Taoist priest who had been blocking it.

But now, the old Taoist priest is leaving.

The little Taoist priest always felt that as soon as the master left, the thief in his heart was sad, and when he was sad, he wanted to vent.

The old Taoist priest seemed to know the temper of the little Taoist priest, and at this moment, he didn't say anything more, and his aging and tired eyelids slowly closed......

"Master...... Master......"

The little Taoist priest noticed that the master's breath seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, and his tears couldn't stop falling......

"Master...... In this broken Taoist temple, there are only two people left...... You're dead...... No one is looking at this temple...... I don't look at it either......"

The little Taoist priest said while crying, with a hint of stubbornness on his face.

As if hearing what the little Taoist priest said, the old Taoist priest who was already about to close his eyes and die suddenly trembled and opened his eyes again.

"Master...... You go back to the light......" The little Taoist priest looked at the old Taoist priest with a sad face.

Fang Xuan...... After I die...... Let's go to Kyoto! The old Taoist priest's lips trembled slightly, twitching slightly, as if he had exhausted the last trace of strength in his body, and said slowly.

The little Taoist priest was a little puzzled and said, "Master, what are you asking me to do in Kyoto?" ”

"If you don't want to learn the Tao, go to Kyoto Deyun Club and ask...... Let's see if you're still hiring...... I don't care about you for the sake of the teacher......"

After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he finally closed his eyes and stopped moving completely.

The little Taoist priest leaned on the old Taoist priest's body and cried for a long time, and then wiped away his tears.

Those who learn the Tao, life and death are determined by heaven, and they can't be forced, and the little Taoist priest is naturally clear.

The reason why he cried so sadly was just because he had been dependent on the old Taoist priest since he was a child, and he had a deep relationship with him for twenty years.

According to the old Taoist priest, Fang Xuan has been a genius who has learned Taoism since he was a child, and it seems that he is destined to be a Taoist priest for the rest of his life.

At the age of seven, Fang Xuan was able to memorize the Taoist scriptures one by one.

When he was ten years old, he learned the method of inducing wind and thunder, and he drew a good talisman.

When he was twelve years old, he read through the method of divination of the Daomen, and knew the Taiyi Divine Number, the Great Six Techniques and the Qimen Dunjia.

By the time Fang Xuan was fifteen years old, all the skills of the old Taoist priest had been learned by Fang Xuan......

It stands to reason that what a Taoist monk cultivates is to ascend to immortality.

But the old Taoist priest has cultivated the Tao all his life, but he still failed to become an immortal after all.

Fang Xuan has always suspected that the old Taoist's ability is not enough, so it will be difficult to reach the immortal path, but the old Taoist priest said, now that there is a big chaos today, there are so many amazing and beautiful people that they can't become immortals.

Even if Fang Xuan learned all the skills of the old Taoist, he still felt that it was far from enough.

The avenue is boundless, like a vast sea of smoke, and once you enter the door, it is like you can't see the end of the road.

……

Outside the Taoist temple, it is approaching dusk, the breeze is blowing, and the flowers and plants all over the mountains are swaying, quiet and quiet.

Fang Xuan cleaned up and buried the old Taoist priest in an open space behind the Taoist temple.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Fang Xuan had regained his composure, and the tears on his face had been wiped away.

He stood for a long time, as if he had finally made up his mind, took a deep breath, turned around, and entered the Taoist temple.

In the Taoist temple, the three Qings are enshrined.

However, the incense of this broken Taoist temple is sparse, and although it is on the same mountain as the Yellow Immortal Temple and the White Immortal Temple, it is far less than their pilgrims.

There are few pilgrims, and there is no donation from the pilgrims, so naturally there is no money to repair the Taoist temple, and the statue of the Sanqing God is tattered, dusty and dusty, so that even the plaque at the door of the Taoist temple has fallen for more than ten years, and the old Taoist priest just put it behind the door, and then no longer cares.

If you don't have a plaque, it has nothing to do with whether you have money or not, the main thing is that "it doesn't matter".

The old Taoist priest and Fang Xuan devoted themselves to cultivation, and no one came to disturb them, so naturally they didn't care about these façade things.

However, at this time, Fang Xuan's face was resolute, and from under the bed, he took out a short sword.

The dagger looked a little old, dusty, but when it came out of its scabbard, it was shiny.

Fang Xuan carried the short sword on his waist, then walked behind the door of the Taoist temple, took out the dusty plaque, and carefully hung it up.

On the plaque, three rusty characters can be vaguely seen: Shenxiaoguan.

After everything was sorted out, Fang Xuan closed the door and walked out of the Taoist temple.

At this moment, he has a resolute and resolute look on his face, a little majestic, he wants to do something, he has always wanted to do, but he has not been able to do it.

The old Taoist priest is gone, and no one can stop him anymore.

He's going to kick the spectators!