"Dao Chief?"

The door of the Taoist temple with red bricks and white walls is closed, leaving only a small gap.

Zhang Xuezhou shouted, and leaned on the door to look in the gap.

Through the gap, Zhang Xuezhou saw a pair of eyes behind the door also peeping.

"Little thief, Lao Dao is a member of the Yin and Yang Nine Heavens Sect, and he also has a big backstage, I am not afraid of you Ten Yin Holy Sons, you retreat quickly, we will not provoke each other!"

The eyes behind the wooden door and Zhang Xuezhou looked at each other, and then they spoke for the second time.

Although I don't know what this Taoist misunderstood, the other party's attitude was undoubtedly inward-looking, and Zhang Xuezhou's attitude disappointed him.

People with this kind of mentality will inevitably have limited achievements, and it is difficult to speak of anything powerful.

He pondered the Yin Yang Nine Heavens Sect and the Holy Son mentioned by the Taoist, and constantly compared the insights he had heard in the past, only to feel that there was nothing to overlap.

The people in Zhangjiazhuang have limited knowledge, and the only ones who have seen a lot are Zhang Baojia, Zhang Chong and other people who have been conscripted and returned safely, but everyone has never mentioned any sect and the Ten Yin Holy Son.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't figure out why the Taoist's judgment was wrong.

But Zhang Xuezhou likes to ask questions that he doesn't understand.

He straightened his coarse shirt a little and straightened his demeanor.

"How did you see where I came from?" Zhang Xuezhou looked at the other party's flustered eyes and asked casually.

"Ten meters away, no, I can smell the fishy smell on your body from thirty meters away, it's your unique smell, I won't be wrong!"

The voice in the Taoist temple responded in a muffled voice.

This made Zhang Xuezhou raise his sleeve and sniff it.

Walking on a hot day is bound to sweat profusely, and the smell of sweat in his clothes is not low, but it is not to the point where people can smell fishy for tens of meters.

"Do you know our Ten Yin Holy Son?"

At this time, he was misidentified by the Taoist and couldn't enter the Taoist temple, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he couldn't explain it, after all, he could only smell the smell of sweat on his body, but he couldn't smell any fishy smell.

Even if everything was explained clearly, with such factors that induced misunderstanding, it would be difficult for him to seek medical art from a Taoist.

Of course, the Taoist made Zhang Xuezhou not satisfied.

The other party's ability must be very far from that of the Ten Yin Holy Son, and he is even a little afraid of the people under the command of the Ten Yin Holy Son.

Compared with reality, Zhang Xuezhou was undoubtedly more daring in the dream, and after just a few conversations, he began to borrow the name of the Ten Yin Holy Son mentioned by the Taoist, and moved a backstage behind him out of thin air.

"There has been a relationship," the Taoist said in a low voice: "What are you doing here across the border of the northern territory, aren't you afraid of the pursuit of the Flying Feather Army?" ”

"We ...... You can't protect yourself now, and you have to worry about us being hunted down? ”

Zhang Xuezhou read a sentence, which suddenly made the pupils of the Taoist's eyes shrink, and there was an obvious panic in his eyes.

"I haven't offended you, what did you come to me for?" The Taoist asked.

"Our Holy Son is very interested in your method of entering the country to cultivate!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought for a few seconds before boldly talking about this topic.

Influenced by Zhang Weimeng, Song Fengying, and Zhang Manqian, although Zhang Xuezhou has never done such a deceptive thing in real life, it stimulates those small distractions in his heart in this world.

His words at this time were steady and casual, and he directly borrowed the topic to play and guide him to his own goal.

"The law of the Yin and Yang family is not passed on lightly, we have always passed on men and women, and passed on to the heirs, and those who study the law need to swear a heavy oath to the ancestors of the Nine Heavens Sect, and the art can go down the mountain and go in all directions, and I am a nine-foot man......"

In the Taoist temple, the old Taoist looked struggling, there was no lack of dodging and hesitation in his eyes, and there was also a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

On the one hand, there are the rules of the ages, and on the other hand, there are unbearable troubles.

He knew very well who the Ten Yin Holy Son was, as the leader of the younger generation, the other party's heart and methods were extremely ruthless, even the strong people of the older generation were unwilling to provoke.

The most terrifying thing is the other party's backer, who is the top big man who crisscrosses the heavens, far above the heads of many great sects and ancestors.

Not to mention their branch faction of the Yin Yang Nine Heavens Sect, even the founding patriarch of the Yin Yang family didn't want to provoke the other party's backers.

The old Taoist didn't know why the Ten Yin Holy Son needed to cultivate the method of entry.

This may be because the other party wants to read the hundred schools of thought, or the king of Hades is easy to provoke, and the little ghosts are difficult, and the blind toss of the other party's subordinates just happened to toss him.

"Rules are dead, but people are alive!"

Looking at the old Taoist's warring eyes, Zhang Xuezhou kept reminding.

"Trees die, people live, this is an eternal truth," Zhang Xuezhou persuaded.

"What do you mean...... Reasonable! ”

Half-ringing, the old Taoist gritted his teeth, and seemed to have made a decision in his heart.

"Besides, it's just a little bit...... This is just a little bit of our Nine Heavens Sect inheritance! ”

The Ten Yin Holy Son is only seeking the method of entry, not asking for all the secret books and secret books of the Yin Yang Nine Heavens Sect.

This is not an unbearable loss.

As for the future, the old Taoist feels that he can't afford to provoke him, and he can afford to hide, so he can just change the mountain and do business again.

He thinks clearly, and his hands and feet are sharp.

Behind the gate, a roll of bamboo slips was thrown.

"This is the method of our Nine Heavens Sect entry," the Taoist said, "Forgive the old Dao for being rude, the smell of your body is too strong, I am afraid that after being contaminated with the breath, it will cause a misunderstanding of the Flying Feather Army's pursuit of the Holy Son to cross the border." ”

"It's fine!"

Zhang Xuezhou stretched out his hand to take it, and the bamboo slip was firmly grasped in the center of his palm.

He didn't expect that before he entered the gate of the Nine-Foot Taoist Temple, the other party had already thrown out the method of entry.

Listening to Zhang Chong's explanation of the method of entering the country and entering the country, Zhang Xuezhou only felt that all kinds of lofty things, but everything he got at the moment was too easy.

Of course, it's one thing to get the Fa in hand, it's another thing to practice, and whether or not you can succeed depends on your creation.

But mastering the key to conditioning gave Zhang Xuezhou a lot of self-confidence, and he only felt that it was not too difficult to practice a method of entry in the dream world, and if it didn't work, he would rely on time to polish it slowly.

According to the descriptions of Zhang Changgong, Zhang Cigong and others, the signs in his body obviously belong to the seeds that have germinated and entered, which is in line with the premise of cultivation.

It was not easy for Zhang Xuezhou to go up the mountain, but things went extremely smoothly, and he got the method of learning entry before he got started.

He opened the bamboo slip and looked at a few lines, feeling that he couldn't understand it, so he was not ashamed to show his flaws, so he directly took the bamboo slip and slowly moved it down the mountain.

"This place was visited by the people of the Ten Yin Holy Son, it seems that it is likely to be a place of right and wrong in the future, it is better to hide!"

Zhang Xuezhou slowly descended the mountain, and the old Taoist in the Taoist temple had a blue face and a white face, constantly stretching out his fingers to calculate.

"Zou is incompetent, and he is ashamed of the ancestors of the past generations!"

After calculating for a long time, Zou Bugui only felt that he couldn't calculate the bad luck.

But judging from his personal senses, he felt that he would encounter a great murderer.

The Nine-Foot Taoist Temple involves dangerous things, and it is a safe policy to leave this Taoist Temple temporarily to keep it safe.

The tree is dead, the person is alive, Zou Bugui is deeply convinced of the words of the envoy under the command of the Ten Yin Holy Son.

The other party has warned to this extent, if he doesn't run away, he will be too slow to react, and he can't complain about others after he dies.

After packing up, the gold, silver, and money were all put into a waist pocket, and Zou Bugui walked very neatly.

An umbrella was taken out, and his whole body was like a kite, and then he fluttered towards the sky.

Occasionally looking down, he could see the slow-moving figure of the nine-foot slope.

Although there were some distracting thoughts in his heart, thinking of the matter of seeking good fortune and avoiding evil, Zou Bugui didn't bother to think about it anymore, and felt that leaving here quickly was the first thing.