In the early morning of the next day, He Weitong finished the exercises, and then went out of the courtyard and followed the mountain road to the Wudang Hall.

Yesterday's events didn't seem to have changed much in Wudang, He Wei came the same way, and the Taoist priests he saw were all doing their own things.

He Weitong was a little puzzled, could it be that the death of more than 20 disciples was nothing in their eyes? He Weitong thought so.

He Weitong entered the main hall with this mood.

"Senior Brother Baicao!"

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old Taoist priest in the temple stepped forward to say hello.

He Weitong smiled and nodded, this person is none other than the little Taoist priest who has brought him food every day in the past few days.

He Weitong nodded, and then asked, "Where is Daochang Xie, I have something to look for him." ”

The little Taoist priest was about to answer, when a voice came from the side hall.

He Weitong turned his head, the door was pushed open, and Xie Laodao asked as he walked: "What's the matter with Baicao Daoist friends looking for Lao Dao?" ”

Xie Laodao looked kind, and did not speak ill of him because He Weitong took the Tiandan.

"I want to ask what happened after I left yesterday."

"Baicao Daoyou, please come here." Xie Laodao took He Wei into the side hall.

A few minutes later, the two sat cross-legged in front of a plan, chatting over tea.

"If you have anything you want to ask, just ask!"

"Has Miss Tangning's condition improved since I left?" He Weitong asked.

"The means of Taoist friends are superb, and the pill is the creation of heaven and earth, the little layman has taken the pill and his injuries have been cured, and it won't be long before he can live like an ordinary person, these are the merits of the Taoist friend." The old Taoist priest replied.

"The two laymen were resting in their room at this time." The old Taoist priest didn't wait for He Weitong to speak, and then added.

He Weitong smiled, and then said, "In this way, I will be relieved." ”

After speaking, He Wei changed the topic and asked about the White Dragon Daoist.

"Dare to ask Daoist Xie what he did with that White Dragon Daoist?" He Weitong asked.

"The white dragon colluded with outsiders to covet the Wudang treasure, which led to the death of more than 20 disciples, and I have already abolished my skills, and now I am locked up in the temple, and I am going to let people take that Zhang Paul monk to send the official together in the afternoon." Old Taoist Xie said slowly.

Hearing this answer, He Weitong nodded, although Bailong has committed a heinous crime and cannot be redeemed for death, but Wudang Mountain is still a place for cultivation after all, and it is not suitable to kill people.

"Baicao Daoist friends think it's inappropriate?"

The old Taoist priest saw that He Weitong didn't speak for a long time, so he asked.

"The Taoist Master misunderstood, this is an internal matter in Wudang, how can there be any place for me to speak, and besides, I think the Taoist has handled it very well." He Weitong replied.

He Weitong was silent for a long time, and then spoke: "I still have something to ask for, I don't know if the chief can agree." ”

Xie Laodao stroked his beard, and then said, "Baicao Daoist is talking about those treasures. ”

He Weitong nodded.

"I want to take it for a look, but I don't know if it's okay."

"The thunder rod is not good, the thunder rod is a golden-topped holy relic, and you can't leave the Golden Palace for a moment, everything else is fine." Xie Laodao replied.

"Thank you, Chief." Hearing this, He Wei was overjoyed.

He didn't feel much regret that he couldn't probe the Thunder Rod up close.

What is there to see about a lightning rod, at most, it is because it is often struck by lightning, resulting in material mutation, it may be a treasure of refining, but it is of little use to He Weitong.

"I don't know, when will I see it." He Weitong asked impatiently.

Xie Laodao was stunned, looked at He Weitong and suddenly laughed.

"It seems that Daoyou really can't wait, so please come with me." The old Taoist priest got up and led He Weitong out of the side hall, and walked through the main hall directly to the side hall opposite.

A quarter of an hour later, the old Taoist priest took He Weitong to a secluded room.

"This is it, Daoyou can go in by yourself, the treasures are as you watch, and you can take them back to your residence, as long as you don't take them out of Wudang." Xie Laodao said.

"Thank you, Chief." He Weitong looked at the extremely generous old Taoist priest and saluted respectfully.

"Okay, you go in quickly, I'll go first, you can see for yourself." Xie Laodao helped He Weitong up and said.

Say it, turn around and walk away leisurely.

He Weitong looked at Xie Laodao, who left in a dashing manner, and the respect for the old Taoist priest in his heart was raised to a higher level again.

Just by virtue of Xie Laodao, it is worth admiring that he can let such an outsider as He Weitong stay here to watch the treasures of Wudang.

When Xie Laodao's back completely disappeared from his field of vision, He Weitong turned around and pushed the door open.

The room is very large, almost seventy or eighty square meters, the layout is like a storeroom, there are many wooden shelves, and there are many bits and pieces on the shelves, many of which have accumulated a thick layer of dust, and it seems that no one has been here for a long time.

Seeing this, a thought suddenly arose in He Wei's heart.

"It can't be that Xie Laodao didn't treat these as treasures at all!" He Weitong grabbed a scroll hanging on the shelf, blew the dust on it, and thought.

There is nothing strange about the picture scroll depicting a hermit.

Although He Weitong was inspecting the objects in front of him, he was thinking about the purpose of Xie Lao Dao in his heart.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was right, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was true.

Xie Laodao didn't treat these as treasures at all, maybe it means that the entire Wudang people didn't treat these as treasures.

Xie Laodao has a high ideological realm, so he doesn't look down on this way of cultivation, while the rest of Wudang doesn't know how good these things are.

Therefore, instead of paying great attention to it, it is better to treat it like ordinary items, but to better protect these things.

The reason why He Weitong made this judgment is based on the original play.

In the original play, except for the Dingfeng Pearl, the other six treasures of Wudang Seven Treasures were randomly placed all over the mountains, and no one paid attention to them at all.

The thunder rod is used as a lightning rod, the Tiandan is placed in the statue, the golden man is placed under a copper bell, struck every day, the Xuantian sword is placed in the sword mound to eat ashes, and the Tao Te Ching is directly thrown in the temple of the Hidden Immortal Rock.

All this shows that Wudang Daoist doesn't know the existence of these things, and Xie Laodao, the only one who knows, doesn't care, so he will give people like He Weitong a chance.

He Weitong walked through a pile of waste products to the center of the room, where there was a table with the remaining five treasures on the table.

They are the Xuantian Divine Sword, the Golden Man, the Tao Te Ching, and the Dingfeng Bead.

Looking at the four treasures on the table, He Weitong was a little surprised.

It doesn't matter if the Xuantian Divine Sword hasn't been taken away, and even the Dingfeng Zhu Tianxin hasn't been taken back.

He Weitong couldn't figure it out, shook his head, and then stopped thinking about it, but picked up the Xuantian Divine Sword on the table.

He Weitong looked at the strange-shaped divine sword in his hand, and his heart was very happy.

Because the Xuantian Divine Sword was made of extraterrestrial meteorite, the sword body was strangely tight, and stone and steel coexisted.

A three-foot long sword, half of the sword body is made of stone, and the steel and stone are intertwined, covering the whole body of the sword.