Mr. Xue's fierce debate for a while finally suppressed the absurd dispute between the north and the south, so that the festival was back on track, and the Taoist priests on both sides began to debate the scriptures seriously, and the abbot Wuchenzi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Xue, thank you very much." Dustless hands give gifts.

"You're welcome, old Daoist, I heard that the Heavenly Master Cave of Qingcheng Mountain is a good place to go, we want to walk casually." Mr. Xue said that he thought that the decent-year debate of the Northern and Southern Taoist sects would be very exciting, but he did not expect it to be so vulgar and unbearable, so he lost interest, and there were other purposes for this trip.

"Poor Dao will take you around." Wuchenzi saw that the atmosphere in the hall was normal, and saw that the leaders of the State Administration of Religious Affairs appreciated Mr. Xue very much, so he took the initiative to take them on a tour.

Walk out of the Sanqing Palace, pass through the tall cypress forest, the three boulders stand in front, the spring water circulates, the thick shade covers the sun, the stone is engraved with the word "subduing the demon", the stream next to it is deep and steep, the vine is hanging down, it is very quiet.

"When Zhang Tianshi subdued the demon, he saw this stone blocking the way, so he drew his sword and split it into three pieces, and the valley more than 20 zhang deep over there was made by the heavenly master to throw a pen, called 'throwing pen trough.'" Wuchenzi introduced as he walked.

Facing is a thick and towering white fruit tree, Wuchenzi told Mr. Xue, this tree is nearly 20 zhang high, the diameter is seven zhang, it is planted by Zhang Daoling himself, it has been more than 1,800 years so far, it is the treasure of Qingcheng Mountain, known as "Tianfu Tree King".

"'Qingcheng is secluded in the world', it really deserves its name," Mr. Xue looked at it with emotion, and suddenly changed his words and asked, "I have heard for a long time that the 'Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate' created by Zhang Tianshi is famous all over the world, I don't know if there are still descendants of Guiguan now?" ”

Youliang was shocked when he heard this, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"'Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate'?" Wuchenzi shook his head and sighed, "Back then, the Heavenly Master created this stunt to kill demons and eliminate demons, the original intention was to benefit the common people, and it was banned since Emperor Wu of Liang in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, because it broke the causal cycle of Buddhism, and all subsequent dynasties were listed as forbidden needles, and now it has long been lost." ”

"So no one on Qingcheng Mountain knows the 'Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate'?"

"Hmm" Wuchenzi hesitated for a moment and said, "In the early sixties, it is said that there was also a Taoist in Chang Taoist Temple who knew this technique, and then he lost his news when he came down the mountain. ”

"Oh, what's his name?" Mr. Xue asked with interest.

"The name of the law is dusty, and the name of the layman is unknown."

Mr. Xue glanced at him: "The Taoist Dharma is Wuchenzi, his name is 'Youchen', which sounds a little weird." ”

"That's why Poor Dao remembers it so clearly." Wuchenzi smiled awkwardly.

Mr. Xue glanced at Youliang, and there seemed to be some deep meaning in his eyes.

"Stay, several." Someone behind him said.

Looking back, a pale-faced middle-aged man hurriedly came to him, it was the director Mo of the Dujiangyan Religious Affairs Bureau.

"Director Mo, is there something wrong with you?" Wuchenzi asked respectfully.

Director Mo looked Mr. Xue up and down and asked, "May I ask where this comrade has a great name?" Is it a party member? ”

Mr. Xue said lightly: "What's the matter?" ”

Director Mo smiled, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth: "The leaders of the State Bureau appreciate what you just said, and want to transfer you to Beijing to work, and ask me to learn about the situation." ”

Mr. Xue looked at him disdainfully and did not say anything.

"Master Xue, congratulations, Director Mo means that the leaders of the State Bureau have taken a fancy to you and want you to work in Beijing, which is a great thing." Wuchenzi thought that he didn't understand, and hurriedly explained on the side.

Mr. Xue snorted and said lightly: "Xue is not interested." Then he turned to leave, walked up to the huge white fruit tree, looked at it carefully, and left Director Mo there.

"How can you speak" Director Mo's face turned pale, and his lips trembled with anger.

"Director Mo is angry, and Poor Dao thinks that it must be that Master Xue didn't understand, misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Wuchenzi hurriedly played a round, and then hurriedly chased to the white fruit tree to explain to Mr. Xue.

"Are you two together?" Director Mo turned his head and asked Youliang.

Arira nodded.

"What does he do, and his tone is so proud?"

"Freelance writer for magazines." Arira replied.

"It's just a pen to write a manuscript," Director Mo laughed, suddenly remembered something, and asked a little nervously, "It won't be 'Red Flag Magazine', right?" ”

Arira shook his head, he had never heard of it.

Under the white fruit tree, Wuchenzi embarrassedly persuaded: "Mr. Xue is indifferent to fame and fortune, which is really admirable, but Director Mo is a poor superior leader, can you?"

Mr. Xue smiled faintly: "If you tell him the name of a layman, I can consider that the Taoist chief is the abbot of Chang Daoguan, and he should know the Tao." ”

"Is this," Wuchenzi asked with a sad face, "I don't know what Mr. Xue wants to have the name of a dusty layman?" ”

"To tell you the truth, this little brother of mine will be able to 'Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles', there are very few people in the world who know this technique, if you can find Youchen, it will definitely be of great benefit to the improvement of this child's medical skills."

"That's right," Wuchenzi said hesitantly, "The name of the dusty layman is Liu Shisan, and there has been no news since he returned to the mountain back then, and it is difficult to find him." ”

"Hehe, thank you." Mr. Xue said with a smile.

Director Mo watched Wuchenzi and Mr. Xue come back, with a trace of unhappiness on his face.

"Director Mo, it was a complete misunderstanding just now, and Mr. Xue is willing to talk to you." Wuchenzi said with a smile.

"Okay, let's go meet the leader of the State Bureau." Director Mo turned his head expressionlessly and walked towards the main hall.

"Youliang, you just walk around here, don't run far." Mr. Xue instructed two words, and then left with Wuchenzi.

Youliang and Mei Niang were wandering in the cypress forest, and a little Taoist priest hurriedly came to him and said, "Are you Youliang?" ”

"Yes."

"Please come with me, Uncle Shi wants to see you." The little priest led Arara through the woods to an elegant house.

"Uncle Shi, the people have been brought." The little Taoist priest said respectfully to the door.

"Go ahead, Arira, please come into the house." A familiar voice was heard in the room.

Youliang pushed the door and saw that Ge Daochang was lying on the bed, one leg was still in a plaster, and there was a person sitting on the stool next to him, it was Mr. Bao.

"Youliang, as soon as I entered the main hall, I recognized it, how did you get out of the 'Ten Witches of the Dragon's Drum'?" Mr. Bao couldn't wait to ask as soon as he saw it.

Youliang didn't bother to answer and hurriedly asked about Erya's situation, and Mr. Bao gave a general account of what happened in the cave of Shennu Peak.

"Erya was kidnapped by Professor She?" Youliang said in surprise, and at this moment, he suddenly remembered that the voice of Lao Bai he heard in the void of Wuxian Kingdom turned out to be Professor She.

"Alas, the devouring needle also let them snatch it." Mr. Bao sighed in frustration.

"How did you get out, we all thought you were trapped in it permanently." Daoist Ge asked again.

"I'm confused myself, and I woke up in a cave in the Rim River." Arirashi replied that he was reluctant to tell the truth.

Daochang Ge didn't doubt it when he heard this, but said puzzledly: "The feng shui mystery set up by the medicine king Sun Simiao is really magical, it is incredible. ”

"Didn't my master tell me where he went?" Arira asked.

"No, this Master Liu attaches great importance to morality in the rivers and lakes, and walked down Wushan with Mr. Bao on his back, but the poor road is a little strange, isn't his eyes blind, how can he see the road clearly?" Daoist Ge asked in surprise.

Youliang didn't say anything when he heard this, but just shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

"There are a lot of talented people in the rivers and lakes, and the kung fu they have practiced is also sideways, which is not surprising," Mr. Bao glanced at Youliang and said, "Who is the person sitting with you in the palace?" ”

"You mean Mr. Xue, I met on the road, and he invited me to come to Qingcheng Mountain to watch the debate." Youliang replied, always wary of these two people in his heart.

"Oh, this guy is kind of interesting." Mr. Bao said to himself.

"What about Secretary Xing and Ke'er?" Arira asked.

Mr. Bao and Daochang Ge smiled at each other and said, "The two of them walked on the Goddess Peak in the clouds and rain of Wushan, and then they didn't know the way. ”

It seems that Mr. Word Measurement of the Eight Immortals Nunnery said well, Wushan's trip is not only full of dangers, but also does kill people, it is the incense master musk cat Li Lin, no wonder his armpits can waft out the fragrance when he is in school class.

While Arirashi was talking at the Taoist Temple, Mr. Xue was meeting with the head of the State Administration of Religious Affairs in the room next to the Sanqing Hall.

"Mr. Xue, your speech at the debate meeting is very good, it is reasonable, it does not hurt the peace, you are very good at doing ideological work, you must be a member of the Communist Party of China, right?" Director Wen asked appreciatively.

"It's not."

"Democrats?"

"Not really."

"Oh, Mr. Xue is young and promising, and he should also actively ask for progress politically, I heard Director Mo from Dujiangyan say, you are a freelance writer?"

"Not bad."

"Which media magazine?"

"Not limited."

"Well, would you like to be seconded to the State Council's Bureau of Religious Affairs? The First Business Division is a department dedicated to Buddhism and Taoism, and we need people like you. Secretary Wen patted him on the shoulder and said in an approachable manner.

"I need to think about it."

"Okay, if you think about it, you can send me a resume first, this is the mailing address." Director Wen took out a pen and wrote down the contact information and handed it to him.

Mr. Xue politely accepted the address, and then took his leave and left the Sanqing Palace, and at this moment, the debate between the Quanzhen Sect and the Zheng was still in full swing.

At the gate of Changdao Guanshan, Youliang met with Mr. Xue.

"Your 'Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate' are ancestral in the family?"

"Yes."

"Your father is Liu Shisan."

Youliang was taken aback when he heard this, and a chill suddenly felt in his heart.