It was the spring equinox, the sunset of the West Mountain, the square in front of the Lei Zu Temple in Wangmiao Township, Nanfeng Prefecture, Jiangxi Province, a group of people wearing ghost masks danced hand in hand, and the incense case and candles behind them curled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They danced the dance and sacrificed to the Divine Thunder Emperor.

Wang Ming, a doctoral student at Sichuan University, picked up his camera in the crowd of onlookers and pressed the shutter with a "click".

Wang Ming's doctoral dissertation is "The Historical Evolution of Shenxiao Paileifa", and since October last year, Wang Ming first went to Qingcheng Mountain in Sichuan Prefecture, and then visited Longhu Mountain and Sanqing Mountain in Jiangxi.

At the beginning of this year, he returned to his hometown of Nan Feng.

In the morning, he had just visited an old artist in Wangmiao Township who sang Qing lyrics.

The old artist can sing "Wang Wenqing's Five Thunders and the Dragon", there are more than 10,000 words, and the old artist can sing it word for word.

Wang Wenqing was a Taoist priest in the late Northern Song Dynasty and early Southern Song Dynasty, a native of Nanfeng, and a Taoist who passed on the five thunder Taoism of Shenxiao. Wang Ming chose this dissertation direction because he was particularly fascinated by Lei Fa, and because he was a descendant of Wang Wenqing in the 72nd generation.

Wang Ming's parents died when he was a child, and since he was ten years old, he has seen his relatives leave him, and he has seen too much life, death and impermanence.

Therefore, since he was a child, he has been determined to break life and death and live forever.

Confucianism entered the WTO, Buddhism was nirvana, only Taoism talked about immortality, and Wang Ming chose Taoism.

Wang Ming not only engaged in academic research, but also practiced according to the methods of Taoist classics.

His doctoral supervisor is a descendant of the Longmen faction, who gave him a lot of guidance, but unfortunately, Wang Ming is only a beginner, and he can't even build a foundation.

The mentor told him that now the immortal path is far away and the humanity is prosperous, and there is no spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

And without aura, it is like Sun Monkey crossing the sea for learning the Tao but without a bamboo raft, it is simply impossible.

Wang Ming was not depressed by this, but became more determined to the Tao.

When choosing Lei Fa as the direction of his graduation thesis, Wang Ming made a great wish to take the thesis as an opportunity to summarize the history of the Shenxiao School and sort out the cultivation classics of the school.

Since then, Wang Ming has never forgotten reading books and chanting.

With this feeling, Wang Ming was greatly encouraged.

Now, Wang Ming has not said that he has the entire "Daozang" in his head, and the classics of the Shenxiao School and Lei Fa are all recorded in his head.

Nanfeng's unique dance is a national intangible heritage, dedicated to the worship of the god Xiao Thunder Emperor, and is very worth seeing. The common people just watch the excitement, Wang Ming is an expert, and he looks at the doorway inside.

Hey, Wang Ming stopped filming, and he suddenly found that the performers were dancing a kind of Yu step that he had never seen.

There are quirks!

Wang Ming stared intently.

At this time, the sky and the earth are getting darker, only the incense of the Thunder Emperor Temple is bright, and the strange footsteps seem to stir up the inexplicable air flow from top to bottom.

Wang Ming looked up, and the stars in the sky seemed to be brighter, especially the Big Dipper.

The legendary Beidou Yubu!

"Old immortal, why don't you die!"

There was a sudden loud shout from the west end of the street in front of the temple.

People turned their heads to look, and they saw a middle-aged man chasing a gray-haired old man fifty meters away, punching and kicking.

Passers-by immediately stepped forward to persuade him, but the middle-aged man did not listen at all.

Wang Ming burst into flames, the son of a sin beats his father, this is heaven and earth do not tolerate!

The gongs and drums stopped abruptly, and under the incense, wearing all kinds of ghost masks glared angrily.

Airplanes...... The ancestral jade talisman worn on Wang Ming's chest suddenly trembled, like a cicada's wings flapping.

What's going on?

Wang Ming was shocked, and he heard a loud bang in his ears, and a huge thunder thundered down.

Wang Ming didn't even have time to scream before he was engulfed in a thunderbolt.

Dizzy, isn't it beating the unfilial son?

Lei Gong will also hit the wrong person?!

This was Wang Ming's last consciousness before he fell into a coma.

The people around only saw ten thousand thunderbolts, and after being shocked, they saw the middle-aged man chasing his father slumped to the ground, and the strong smell of urine overflowed.

Everyone laughed, but no one noticed that Wang Ming, who was like a white and pure scholar, disappeared from this world.