When Jiang Chou returned to Xiaoqingguan, it was close to the time of the child.

Originally, I just wanted to go down the mountain and post some inspirations, but who knew that along the way, I drove ghosts and killed people to fight witches, and finally brought back a dead baby ghost.

I'm so busy.

Seeing that there was no trace of any inspection around the wooden sign of "Zhaozhangmen" standing in front of the gate, Jiang Chou sighed softly.

Sure enough, no one has come, and it's hard to find talents these days.

Entering the view, passing by the main hall and seeing the remains of candles, Jiang Chou's mood was just like his name, like a river of sorrowful water tumbling endlessly.

Placed the sleeping Qiqi, and burned one-third of today's paper money to the master, and threw the ten thousand books next to the master's spiritual seat, Jiang Chou came to the backyard, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, turned his heart to the sky, and silently recited the nameless mantra.

Although the old Taoist priest has passed away, the habit he has developed over the years still makes Jiang Chou practice the mantra nine times every night.

Under silent thought, he felt the unknown aura in his body again, and he used some of it when dealing with the witch, but what made Jiang Chou feel relieved was that the amount of aura had not decreased much.

He controlled his breath around his body, limbs, and internal organs, marching one by one, and the whole person was shrouded in a layer of ethereal smoke.

Although this breath has not allowed Jiang Chou to step into the level of qi training, the effect of strengthening the body is still obvious, at least Jiang Chou has not been sick for many years, and more importantly, this breath can faintly make him exude a certain indescribable temperament around his body.

He looks more handsome and dusty, more like a Taoist priest, which is conducive to his own work.

What Jiang Chou didn't know was that as he practiced the nameless mantra at the same time, Qiqi, who was sleeping soundly in the bedroom, his brows became more and more stretched, his pale lips gradually softened, and the little guy twisted his body slightly in his sleep comfortably, and there was a faint trace of blood on his face; Ten thousand books lie next to the old Taoist priest's spiritual tablet, turning the pages left and right, as comfortable as a woman sunbathing on the beach.

What Jiang Chou didn't know was that at this moment at the foot of Xiaoqing Mountain, a man with an ancient ordinary sword box on his back and ragged clothes, just like the old peasant man who could be seen everywhere in the village, suddenly raised his head, and the wrinkles on his face were as obvious as old bark.

He squinted his eyes towards the mountain, and a hint of surprise flashed in his somewhat chaotic eyes.

"Immortal?"

……

Broken Mountain Temple.

After Jiang Chou left, the statue of the god that was broken in half was erected and put together, but the gap in the middle could not be restored, and the spiders and insects came out of the darkness again, weaving webs and webs, admiring the moon.

Suddenly, a gust of yin wind came, and the wooden door of the mountain temple was broken open in an instant.

The spiders didn't have time to dodge, and stiffened and fell from the web.

Suddenly, there was a dense slight "snapping" sound in the hall.

The yin wind dispersed, revealing a ghost with a pale face and a hideous wound on his neck!

It was a powerful decapitated ghost, decapitated during his lifetime, and transformed into a ghost after death, his head and neck sewn up by some kind of inscrutable black silk thread, and the joints gently turned over with his breathing.

He swept his gaze, and the idol instantly exploded into countless fragments, and the fragments flew in all directions, but none of them landed on him.

"Gone?"

His face changed, his expression became angry and hideous, and his fists were clenched.

"Who is it?"

Endless ghostly qi yin wind erupted from him, almost bursting the entire mountain temple open!

After a moment he calmed down, his gaze resolute.

He whispered to the original statue of the god, "Don't worry, whoever took your daughter." As long as she is alive, I will definitely find her and take good care of her for you. ”

"Wanrong, go all the way."

"I love you."

He closed his eyes, and two lines of bloody tears of grief flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Then the wind swept and disappeared into the mountain temple.

……

Qinghe County and Pingyang County are fifty miles apart, and there is a sect of cultivation between the two counties, which protects the surrounding five counties, including these two counties.

This is the Zhongtong Gate.

In addition to Bai Yujing, the Huang Kingdom also divided and arranged the maintenance of public order in 156 counties in 13 prefectures and thousands of large and small counties to various sects, and when Bai Yujing was short of manpower or had an emergency, these sects must also fulfill their responsibilities.

The 10-year sect review will be based on the performance of the sect in the past 10 years, ranking the rankings, updating the ratings, and allocating the resources for the next 10 years.

At the end of this year, there will be another sect inspection, and there are still about nine months left.

In the past forty years, the Zhongtongmen has been the lowest rated Jiupin sect, which is better than the Taoist temples like Xiaoqingguan.

But such a strong trace is enough for Zhongtongmen to crush Xiaoqingguan.

As long as you can swallow the three affiliated Taoist temples, including Xiaoqingguan, and use the remaining half a year to operate and integrate, there will be no chance to impact the Eight Rank Sect in the year-end inspection.

But the unexpected happened.

At this moment, in the side hall of the Zhongtong Gate, the head of the passage and the three elders were all present, and there were two people kneeling below.

The two of them were the fat dun brothers who were kicked off by Jiang Chou and kicked off Xiao Qingguan.

"You mean, that little Taoist priest kicked you down the mountain without even giving you a chance to speak?"

The man in the middle passage was an old man who looked like he was in his sixtieth year, dressed in a gray robe, holding a whisk, his hair was silver, and his eye sockets were so sunken that he looked like he was about to spit out his eyeballs.

The fat dun brothers glanced at each other, the eldest held the fractured left leg, and the second hugged the unconscious right arm and nodded hurriedly.

The man in the middle passage frowned, and his eyes showed displeasure.

At this time, a tall elder with fierce eyes on the side spoke, "What about Yang Ke? Why are you the only ones back? He's the inner disciple in charge of this, right? ”

This is Elder Busan, and standing beside him, with two special iron dice coiled in his hand, is his younger brother, Elder Buhei.

Standing opposite the two of them on the other side of the side hall was the last elder of Zhongtongmen, Elder Wu Yong, who was also Yang Ke's master.

Big Brother Fat Dun said, "Elder Hui Busan's words, Yang ...... Senior Brother Yang, he's missing! ”

Hearing this, Wu Yong frowned, the faces of the two of them were gloomy, and Bu Hei said coldly: "Ridiculous! What do you mean by disappearance? Could it be that he was killed by the little Taoist priest who didn't have much cultivation? ”

The two of them were so frightened that they hurriedly knocked their heads on the ground and shouted, "The disciple doesn't know."

"Humph!"

The people in the middle passage stood up with a cold snort and said, "This time I cooperated with the affiliated Taoist temple, I sent a total of nine disciples, and the other two groups of disciples have successfully completed the task, but you are the only ......one who waits."

"One Qi Refining Three Layers, two Qi Refining One Layer, dealing with a little Taoist priest who has no cultivation, one is missing, and two are injured?"

"I want to ask, is this reasonable?!"

Elder Bu San smiled sympathetically, glanced at Elder Wu Yong opposite, intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "Yang Ke's kid is good, this errand is so bad, could it be that someone didn't teach him well?" ”

The people in the middle passage looked at Elder Wu Yong with unkind eyes.

Elder Wu Yong was a short and fat man in the prime of life, with a fierce face, not like a cultivator, but like a pork seller in the neighborhood, and he did carry a long black knife around his waist!

Wu Yong took a step forward, and the people in the middle channel arched his hand and said: "Master Mingjian!" My disciple will not take this as a child's play, there must be an accident in it. ”

"Huh...... The facts are in front of you, the disciples of Elder Bu and I have successfully completed the task, how can there be an accident when it comes to your apprentice? Could it be that the little Taoist is some kind of peerless master? ”

Wu Yong frowned, swept his eyes coldly, and took the initiative to say to the people in the middle channel: "In this case, I am willing to go to Xiaoqingguan in person to end this matter." ”

"Oh?" The people in the middle passage glanced at Wu Yong.

Wu Yong waved his sleeve robe and said confidently: "Don't worry, the head of the sect, just a little Taoist priest who has not cultivated, I will personally bring him to the head of the house to make amends!" ”

"When the time comes, I hope someone can give my apprentice justice!"

The two of them snorted coldly and didn't say anything more.

The people in the middle channel looked at Wu Yong and said seriously: "Senior brother has made up his mind? As you know, the stakes are high, and it's not just my faction. ”

"Senior brother understands!"

"That's good." The middle channel person bowed his head, "Since the junior brother has a heart, I will add some color to the senior brother." If you come back successfully, I will give you a Zhuji Dan to personally protect the Dharma for my junior brother and help him step into the realm of foundation building. ”

Hearing this, the faces of the two of them changed drastically.

Wu Yong was overjoyed, full of spirit, and laughed loudly: "Little Taoist priest, not enough to worry about." This Tsukidan, junior brother, I've got it! ”

PS: Transition chapter, the plot needs.