"Sure enough, it's you, you were pretending to be crazy and stupid. "I stood up and rubbed my broken ass. Am I not afraid of a woman?

"It's all you guys who are making trouble, and it's all right.

She was locked in the woodroom all day, in the dark

ì, that's it?

"Who's inside?" I asked Liu Cheng's wife.

"Leave it to you! or you go now, pretending you don't know anything. Or I'll kill you, and God won't know it. As she spoke, the woman pulled out a boning knife from her back.

When I saw that thing, it actually reminded me of the oily butcher and the woman who stole the water xìng Yang Hua and was bumped into by me.

"I'm going to have to see the people inside. With that, I took a few steps closer to her, so close that she could stab a sharp knife into my chest with a raised hand.

"Don't force me!" Sure enough, Liucheng's wife was forced by me to take a few steps back.

"I'm too lazy to force you. With that, I bypassed her and walked on.

"You go to die!"

The woman also forced herself to be ruthless, and turned around and stabbed me in the back of the heart. I was going to let my soul come out and try it, but "he" didn't move at all, not like he was locked up inside and couldn't get out. I had no choice but to use my arm to block back, maybe with too much force, and actually knocked the sharp knife in her hand away.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, let him in. ”

There was an old Taoist priest's voice inside.

I hesitated, but walked into the house. Inside is an ordinary room, the stove and the kang are separated by a half-section of the wall, and you can see that there has been no one living in it for a long time by looking at the ashes of the pot.

When I turned a corner and came to the side of the kang, I saw an old Taoist priest in a gray robe sitting cross-legged there. The old Taoist only wore a very simple Taoist robe, the same as Wuchen, with a mixed yuan scarf on his head. I don't see anything special at all from the clothes, and I don't look like a high-ranking person. But looking at his silver hair and white beard, he has a lot of fairy bones. And the face is rosy, jīng is divine, and there is an indescribable affinity in the eyes of people. This is clearly the appearance of reaching the pinnacle.

Lao Dao is fat, and he accounts for about one-third of the kang when he sits alone. The remaining two-thirds lay a young man. The man was of medium build, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he did not see that his breath was rising and falling, and he did not know whether he was dead or alive.

This can't be Liucheng, right?

"The Taoist is polite. I clenched my fist at him, the old Taoist priest is an elder after all, and he can't be rude.

"The donor is really fortunate not to die. ”

"How does the Dao Chief know that it is a great calamity to not die?" He seems to know my affairs very well, could it be that he is Ming Chong's senior brother Guanglingzi, "I'm afraid that the Dao Chief also came out of Baiyun Temple?"

"Yes, Baiyunguan suffered this catastrophe, but I, a bull nose, ran to Liujiaji to hide quietly. What a sin. ”

"Who has such a high mana that can actually flood the White Cloud Temple?"

"Lao Dao is short-sighted, although he wears Taoist clothes, but it can also be seen that he uses tantric methods. The rest is not visible. ”

When I heard the word tantra, if I had ten years ago, I would have thought of lamas first. But now I'm thinking of people from Persia. Like the Indian Asan, or more broadly speaking, think of those Arabs.

"Dao Chang is the Guanglingzi predecessor of Baiyun Temple, right?"

"That's right, it's the poor road. Guanglingzi didn't hide his identity, "Hey, now that Taoism is in decline, a tantric master can almost destroy Baiyun Temple." It is also the old Taoist who learns the art and fails to keep the lintel. ”

"The Dao Leader may have not figured out the spell of this barbarian state for a while, so he suffered a loss. Thinking of me, thousands of years of Taoist culture is vast and profound, how can their little tantric sect reach?"

I didn't know if I was shooting in the right place. This is a habit that has been cultivated for many years by pretending to be a grandson, and when I meet someone who looks like a fairy or has an extraordinary bearing, I can't help but shoot two sentences. But I might greet their immediate family again. I think this old man is kind enough to care about what I say.

"I see that Your Excellency has a relationship with my Taoist, I wonder if you have any thoughts of entering my mountain gate?"

He actually wanted to pull me in. This is something I didn't expect, and I was scared, what if he really forced me to be a Taoist priest, and if he didn't do it, he would put me in another cave, and it would be troublesome. Why did I bother with all that useless nonsense.

"Dao Chief, the person lying on the kang shouldn't be Liucheng, right?"

"Exactly. Poor Dao was defeated by that tantric master on Kunyu Mountain, but he happened to meet Liucheng's soul returning to the mountain," Guanglingzi said, "Three years ago, I promised his wife that as long as Liucheng's soul returned, I would let him return to Yang. ”

When I heard this, I was excited. It is said that even if the soul that has left the body returns to the body, I am afraid that there is no way to become a living person like before. But listening to Guanglingzi's tone, it is clear that Liu Cheng's soul can be resurrected after three years of leaving the body. Isn't that what I want right now?

"Does the Dao Chief really have a way to bring Liu Cheng back to life?" I asked with some gaffe.

"This is actually simple and simple, as long as you save the body of the soul in advance with an appropriate method, and then the connection between the soul and the body is not broken, you can still come back, but you have to borrow Yang Shou. ”

"Borrowing Yang Shou?" he said everything else is simple, as long as Lu Jia's body and I can remain dormant under the life support system, that is, keep going into a vegetative state, it must be more advanced than the Ming Dynasty's method of preserving the "flesh", but I haven't heard any Taoist priest say it about borrowing Yang Shou. There is no clear breeze or void, let alone no dust.

"Ah, it's the old way that brings Liu Cheng back to life, and he has to make up for the three years of yang life after his soul leaves his body, otherwise if he delays thirty years and fifty years and then returns yang, wouldn't it be a joke about his father's seventeen sons and eighteen?"

I also heard the story of my father's seventeenth son and eighteenth earlier, in fact, there are all versions, some say that it was during the Xianfeng period of the Qing Dynasty, and some say that it was in the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty. It was a ghost story about a seventeen-year-old man who stole jìn fruit, only to pass out after an egg got stuck in his throat and sold it hastily. But the woman endured the humiliation, married someone else, and gave birth to the child. That kid was also competitive, and he was admitted to the top prize at the age of eighteen. After returning to his hometown, he dug up his father's grave, but the egg was coughed up again, and the dead were resurrected. As a result, there is an allusion to the father's seventeen sons and eighteen.

In view of the fact that the Taoist priests of the Ming Dynasty knew it, then this story should have been passed down by word of mouth many years ago, but the dynasty changed.

Guanglingzi doesn't believe in this because he can really bring people back to life.

"How do you make up for this yang longevity?"

"Naturally, it's the poor way to make up for it. ”

"Dao Chief, I have a reluctant request below, and I hope that Dao Chang can consider it. ”

"Whatever you say, Your Excellency has a relationship with my Daomen, and Poor Dao will do his best to help. I just don't know if I'll have my life after today's old way?"

"Why did the Taoist say that?"

"This borrowing Yang Shou, it's not that Liucheng hasn't woken up for three years, I'll make up for his three years of Yang Shou. Maybe it's 30 years. ”

When he said this, I remembered the Taoist priest who died for Liucheng's fortune telling. There is really such a thing as a broken yang longevity.

"By the way, Dao Chief, you know the future

500 Northern troops have gone to encircle and suppress Baiyunguan?"

"What southern army and northern army, not all of them are the army of the Ming Dynasty. Their own people fight and kill, just let them go, Baiyun Temple is already dilapidated, it should have this catastrophe in its fate, and it can only stand if it is broken, I am afraid that Baiyun has violated the will of the ancestor Changzi in the hands of the poor Dao over the years, so it is better to let it be destroyed completely. ”

What does he mean by that?

Guanglingzi let Liucheng return his soul, but he didn't allow others to disturb him, and drove me and Liucheng's wife out. I was going to take a look at it inside, and although I can't learn it, I can talk to Wuchen about it. He is a disciple of the Taoist sect, and he should be well-versed, and he can understand it with a little talk. Wouldn't it be better if Wuchen could learn the Tao of soul resurrection? There is no drama now, so I can only watch Liucheng's wife walk around in the courtyard, nervous and anxious.

"You've been pretending to be crazy before?" I saw her like that, so I talked to her and let her feel a little less stressed.

Unexpectedly, she looked up at me, and walked back and forth with her head down, not intending to speak. I'm too lazy to bother with any more information and insider information. Now Guanglingzi has become my lifeline, and it depends on him whether Lu Jia and I can return to modern times and come back to life.

I looked through the crack in the door, and I could only see some colorful flashes, and as for what Guanglingzi was doing, I couldn't see anything. After an hour, there was finally no more glitter inside. I waited patiently for another twenty minutes, but there was no movement inside. Quickly opened the door and broke in, Liu Cheng on the kang had already woken up. But Guanglingzi is not the same as before. Maybe this soul-reviving thing is too frustrating, he used to look at him quite round, but now I look at it, I have lost weight several times. And the face that was originally round has become full of folds.

Liucheng's wife also ran in, and when she saw that Liucheng had woken up, she cried with joy. I can't wait for her husband to get up and go home with him now. However, Liu Cheng just glanced at his wife and fainted again. No matter how her wife shakes, she won't wake up.

"Liu Cheng's body is empty now, Lao Dao has a prescription here, and Mrs. still went to grab the medicine and decoction it for him. Guanglingzi handed her the prescription and sent her away.

It's not an exaggeration to describe him as a near-loser. I can still accept that he will grow old like this in an hour, but my heart is hanging, and I am afraid that he will die before he can help me return my soul.

"Dao Chief, are you alright?" I had to ask him, to be sure.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Poor Dao is already very fortunate that he is not dead. The benefactor of Liucheng has woken up, and now it is your turn to be the donor. "Guanglingzi is quite trustworthy, and he will help me when he says help me, and he doesn't delay at all.

But I'm embarrassed in this way, I don't allow anyone to have money or things, how can I make people so concerned, so I hurriedly said: "Dao Chief, don't panic, I see that you have spent a lot of mana to revive the soul of Liucheng, so let's take a rest for the time being, and wait until the mana is restored." I'm not in a hurry. ”

"I'm afraid I don't have much time left, so I can help someone alone. Guang Lingzi shook his head, how much Yang Shou he had left, I'm afraid he knew best.