The sound was shocking, as if someone was attached to his ear, using all his strength to talk to himself in a roaring way, and the shock made Daomu's entire head ache together.

As soon as his eyes closed and opened, two lines of bewitching blood and tears were drawn in the corners of his eyes. The dark eyes were dyed with blood again. Soon, Dao Mu's eyesight recovered, and there was an empty alley in front of him. The yin wind was still whirring and patting his face, icy, stinging, painful, and hairy.

The fat male chef scolded others, the laughter of everyone, the accusations, the guessing of the code, the clinking of glasses, and the laughter, filled the ears again.

Unfortunately, Xiaodao is not a saint, and the merits are all given to me by others who steal the sky and change the pillars. Dao Mu shuddered, his mind returned to his body, as if he was in another world, and what happened to Fang Cai was like a dream.

"My father is a saint, I'm just a stealing person. ”

Dao Mu clearly remembered that the fat male chef pointed at Dao Mu's eyes not long ago, covered his mouth, and hesitated.

Now, the fat male chef's palm, which covers his mouth, has not yet been placed below his neck. Although the fat chef was scolding the others, the horror on his face was not dissipated by anger.

Dao Mu comprehensively guessed that what happened to him on Huangquan Road was only two or three breaths.

"Silence!" Daomu turned his head sharply, glaring at the most furious vendor. The blood-colored starry eyes were cold and clear, and the majesty of a Heavenly Realm Shepherd spread.

Everyone seemed to be choked by the neck, and there were thousands of words in their hearts and throats. A person is so blushing that he wants to say it, but he can't say it. It's like a fish bone stuck in your throat, no matter how you use your fingers to pull it, it's useless.

At this time, on the opposite street, there is still a roar, the sound of stir-frying, guessing the code, laughter, the sound of children playing, and the sound is endless. In this street, time and space seem to stop flowing, and people can only use their ears and eyes.

At this time, people only remembered that Dao Mu was the son of Mu Cang, a shepherd, and it was said that his cultivation had reached the heavenly realm.

"This, this, this ......" The fat male chef was not affected in the slightest, pointing at the crowd for a while, and Daomu for a while, so shocked that he didn't know what to say.

He originally thought that Dao Mu was also an ordinary shepherd, after all, the most legend in the market was that Dao Mu Kong had a pair of wonderful eyes, because these wonderful eyes made it difficult to improve his cultivation.

"Young Master Mu, the money for fried glutinous rice and three sticks of incense will be treated as a grass farmer. The fat male chef saw Huangquan Road from Dao Mu's eyes, and he no longer dared to be so disrespectful to Dao Mu as he did just now.

Ordinary money is like dung in Daomu's eyes, and he cares more about the unique qualities of the fat male chef. So, Dao Mu suggested that he go to Qixian Tower in two or three days to report, and let the fat male chef do the worship and maintenance of this alley in the future.

"Maintenance?" the fat male chef looked back at the alley, the ground was clean, and the floor was neat, "How else to maintain?" The words fell, thinking that there were ghosts and gods here, and the neck that had almost disappeared couldn't help shrinking, and the appearance was even funny.

When Dao Mu heard this, he just pursed his lips and smiled lightly, then pinched his hands and stepped on his feet. Printed, the feet swing in all directions, blow down the neighbors, and hit the road seal at the mouth of the alley.

Boom Boom Boom ......

There are two identical stone tablets growing at the end of the alley, and there is a big incense burner under the stone tablet. The stele is engraved with a bull's head and a horse's face, but the eyes seem to be missing something.

I saw Dao Mu bite his fingers, dye the eyes of the bull head and horse face red, and write ten words in blood in the blank space in the middle of the stone stele, "Those who don't know are fearless" and "Those who don't know are not guilty".

The figure flashed, and Dao Mu came to the end of the alley, and the stone tablet at the end of the alley was engraved with black and white impermanence, and his eyes were less energetic. Dao Mu bit his fingers again, dyed his black and white impermanent eyes red, and wrote eight words in blood in the middle of the stone tablet, in the blank space, "Fortune at first sight" and "The world is peaceful".

At the end of the alley, Daomu inserted three incense sticks of merit, and in the left and right spaces of each stone tablet, two vine seeds were buried, and the rattan seeds were intertwined into two merit boxes.

Dao Mu told the fat male chef that the money in the merit box and how much balance there is each month depends on the meaning of the ghosts and gods. Do not covet money, and do not refuse money.

The underworld has always had clear rewards and punishments for the yang world. If it's yours, you want it, if it's not yours, you can't move. The sky has eyes, and there are ghosts underground, keeping the existing heart.

A great person is great not because he is wrong in his life, but because he has been doing the right thing all his life.

The right thing is generally incomprehensible, ridiculed, and even spit on by ordinary people. That's why he was able to be a great person, and those ordinary people will always be ordinary people.

"Don't forget to go to the fairy building to report to the shopkeeper, although the ghosts and gods will protect you, but you still need the yang world to help, otherwise you will have a very difficult life......"

As soon as the words fell, Daomu Ameng had disappeared without a trace. People on the streets, then regain their mobility. Hissing and breathing hard, he was afraid that he would not be able to breathe again in the next moment, and the fat male chef did not come back to his senses for a long time.

Oh!

The people who were shouting just now looked at the stone tablet and exclaimed loudly. The hand was raised, the index finger pointed to the stone tablet in the incense, and when he remembered something, he immediately withdrew his hand and spat on the index finger.

In the smoke rising like a cloud, the bull head and horse face, black and white impermanence, as if they were about to come out of the stone tablet.

People who have ghosts in their hearts dare not look at the stele, let alone look directly at the bull head and horse face on the stele, black and white impermanence. People who don't have ghosts in their hearts, when they see the stone tablet, they shout that the ghosts and gods are manifesting, and they can't help but bow to the stone tablet a few times, chanting and praying for blessings.

People with pure hearts are like children, they can't help but feel that the ghosts and gods on the stele are scary, but they feel that the ghosts and gods on the stele are very powerful and kind, and they can't help but want to get closer.

Even if the parents shouted loudly, they all stepped forward to touch the stone tablet, "Mother, you see Uncle Fairy smiling at me!"

This scene frightened the parents a lot, and they immediately pulled their children away. Worship in front of the stone monument and stuff money into the merit box to dispel the disrespectful impression of the children.

People were talking about who erected the stele, when they knew that it was the adopted son of Mu Cang, the stele erected by the Taoist pastor. The old natives of Immortal City have mixed tastes.

In the past, passing by this small alley, or scared, hastened and left. Or disdainful, or even spit on the alley. Or indifferent, thinking that the alleys are no different from other black alleys.

Now the situation is different, even if they can't guess the true intentions of Dao Mu. Looking at the lifelike ghosts and gods, you will be in awe of instinct.

The supernatural events in the alleys that were previously legendary have once again become the subject of conversation. The encounter of the fat male chef was brought up again, and the taste of ridicule was less, and the atmosphere of mystery became more mysterious.

Dao Mu, an even more legendary figure. At one time, he thought that he could not cultivate, but eleven years later, he was already a heavenly pastor, just like his father Mu Cang, who was admired.

No!

Dao Mu is different from his father Mu Cang, and his father Mu Cang and him have the most essential difference.

Mu Cang is approachable, unlike other Taoist priests. Dao Mu is cold and thorny, fluttering and detached, all exuding the aura of 'rejecting people thousands of miles away'.

The Taoist pastor is more like a shepherd in books, in China, and in legends. With the attitude of a lonely and super immortal, he is high up and looks down on all living beings.

People are also discussing ghosts and gods, and arguing about the Tao Mu and the Shepherd. This night was destined to be more lively than ever, and the fire of good karma once burned to the sky.

The initiator, Dao Mu, had already come to the door of the pastor's house and stood for a while. The breath of the fat sister and his wife was not there, and Dao Mu thought that they should go out to see a doctor. So, Dao Mu was struggling with whether to enter and retain.

The door plaque of the pastoral mansion is still there, but all the people in the former pastoral mansion are no longer there. The family is not there, where is still home, not to mention the fat sister and his wife.

"They were afraid that they would be nagged to death, but most of them could not do anything about these prayers, so they had to stand by and watch. In the depressing and tangled atmosphere, the voice of the Heart-Destroying Mu Sword suddenly echoed in Dao Mu's mind, pulling Dao Mu away from his sad memories.

This is the case every time, and the Heart-Destroying Mujian doesn't like the warm memories of seeing Dao Mu the most.

"If you want it, you have to pay, and they don't have to come and eat the incense here. As he spoke, Daomu raised his right hand and picked up the doorknob. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he quietly lowered the doorknob.

The right hand trembled and naturally drooped, and his eyebrows showed an indescribable decline, "Since you want to eat the incense here, you have to listen to the ups and downs of mortals' lives." ”

"Do you have to get along with the underworld?" "Heart-Destroying Mujian's voice was quiet, "They haven't seen much of this kind of thing?"

Dao Mu grinned, his teeth were in the moonlight, and Sen Sen was white, "Old monster, I don't understand what you mean." As he spoke, he knocked on the door again.

"Hmph!" the Heart-Destroying Sword snorted coldly.

Creak!

At that moment, the door opened, and a gentle and elegant twenty-year-old girl, surrounded by twenty-two black armorers, walked up. She also held a book in her hand, and the half-exposed title of the book should be a book of refining.

"Are you Daomu?" the girl looked at Daomu curiously.

Her adoptive father and adoptive mother told her interesting stories about the Taoist pastor every time she came home, and she had a fantasy in her heart about the image of the Taoist pastor.

Until today, when she saw it, she found that this person was very much in line with the person described by her parents, but it was far more than the fantasy in her heart, and her first reaction was that the other party was a liar.

Thinking of this, the girl's face suddenly turned red, and she forgot to introduce herself to others first, and immediately Tian Tian smiled, "I am Zhao Qingcheng, the adopted daughter of Zhao Kuangding and Buyou." ”

"I am Daomu, Mujian Mountain Daomu, the son of Mucang. Dao Mu reciprocated with courtesy, and tried to make his tone not cold, and his eyes did not show coldness, he was afraid of scaring Zhao Qingcheng. "Your parents used to mention you to me a lot, saying that you were different and that you loved refining."

Dao Mu's voice trembled a little, just like his hands clasped behind his back. "Are your parents here?" Dao Mu felt a little hope in his heart, even though he couldn't sense the breath of the fat sister and his wife.

"They only set out the day before yesterday to go to the southern part of the town. Zhao Qingcheng blushed, looked at Dao Mu, and felt that Dao Mu really looked better and better, just like the characters in Xuanqi, who came to reality. "Come in, we will keep the courtyard of your family. ”

"No, I have something to do. Dao Mu's hands no longer trembled, and his tone was a little sad, like a student who had failed the list.

No matter what Zhao Qingcheng says, his eyes are red. Dao Mu still led Dao Mu to brush his sleeves away, and did not look back.

The pastoral mansion is a home that can never be returned.