As the Daolu Division of the Dajing Dynasty that manages the Daomen institutions of the world, it is nominally the imperial court yamen, but in fact, its status is transcendent, and it is already above 10,000 people under one person.

Under this person, he is not the emperor, but the national teacher!

Under the national teacher, there are positive and secondary seals.

Under the positive and secondary seals, there are left and right positive, left and right interpretation, left and right to spirit, and left and right Xuanyi.

Among them, the left and right are in charge of the state government.

At this time, Yunzhou Youzheng Wan Qiuyuan was sitting in the guest seat of the Fuluan Guest Hall, serving tea and tea, and asked if there was a match.

The master of Fuluan Guan Guangqing Guan was cautious and accompanied by his side, and cheered up to deal with every question from Wan Qiuyuan.

Wan Qiuyuan asked a lot, and it didn't even have anything to do with Fuluanguan, but the customs and customs of Qingshui County, even so, Guangqing still didn't dare to be careless, and carefully considered every word. In other words, he was casually asking about the Ji'en Altar, and the light at the door of the guest hall suddenly dimmed.

Guangqing looked up, his eyes lit up, and he breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.

The person who came was none other than the ancestor of Fuluanguan.

"I have heard the name of Fuluan Guanyou Xuzi for a long time, and when I saw it today, it was really ...... Mingchen Daoyou! ”

Wan Qiuyuan stood up to salute, and at the same time bluntly revealed Mo Chuan's identity.

A sentence of Mingchen Daoyou made Guangqing look dazed, and he didn't dare to ask more, so he could only get up and stand aside.

"The name of the Taoist friend, the poor Taoist has long heard of it, and today I am very happy to see the style!"

Mo Chuan smiled slightly, bowed his hand, and was not surprised by the intelligence ability of the Daolu Division.

"Daoyou are polite, I came to the hall today to knock on the court, there are many abruptness, and I still look at Haihan!"

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then the guest of honor sat down.

I saw that the first year of Wanqiu was about forty years old, with a goatee, wearing a bright yellow ring clothes, and cultivating for obscurity, taking a closer look, it was a coincidence, similar to Mo Chuan, more than 400 years.

"Poor Dao heard that Guiguan gave the art of ghost and immortal descent to Qingwei Palace, dare to ask if there is such a thing?" Wan Qiuyuan got straight to the point.

"No, this is an exchange, not a gift." Mo Chuan corrected.

The difference between giving and exchanging does not seem to be much, but when you look closely, the difference is not small.

Gifting, at worst, can even be understood as ill-intentioned.

As for the exchange, it is a matter of mutual affection between the two parties, and it will be difficult to make a fuss.

"Oh, so Daoist friends have been to that Fengdu Cave Heaven?"

Wan Qiuyuan's topic suddenly turned and caught people off guard.

"I've been." Mo Chuan generously admitted.

Wan Qiuyuan's face was solemn, but he didn't expect Mo Chuan to be so crisp!

He glanced at Guangqing, Mo Chuan understood, waved his hand and retreated.

When the main hall was empty, Wan Qiuyuan asked again: "Dare to ask Daoist friends, how much do you know about that Fengdu Cave Heaven?" ”

"Purgatory on Earth."

"Have you ever come into contact with those demonic monks?"

"After a little contact, those demon cultivators wanted to do something to borrow seeds, but the poor Dao noticed that something was wrong and tried to get out, and then he found the scene of hell."

"Dare to ask Daoyou, Daolu Si has ever known about Fengdu Cave Heaven?" When Mo Chuan said this, he asked with a straight face.

"Nature knows." Wan Qiuyuan's head.

"In that case, why don't you subdue demons and eliminate demons, and return the world to a prosperous world?"

"Why don't you kill demons?" Wan Qiuyuan showed a smile and a look of ridicule, this was clearly ridiculing Mo Chuankang's anger?

"So, the National Teacher is not as good as that Demon Dao Monk?"

In the face of Wan Qiuyuan's ridicule, Mo Chuan was neither humble nor arrogant, he casually set a language trap, and he also cursed in his heart.

Is this generosity?

When you, Daolu Division, enjoy the offerings of the people, why don't you think the people are generous?

There is a Taoist poem that says:

It doesn't matter if the prince doesn't farm, and the sun is high and sleeps with his own piano.

Get up and spun some gold to buy, and don't make money for work in the world.

This poem sounds so dashing!

To a certain extent, it is also describing Mo Chuan's behavior of "turning stones into gold".

But Mo Chuan was very disgusted with this poem.

Because he only saw the word "moth" horizontally and vertically.

This is also the fundamental reason why he wasted his cultivation resources and supported Fuluan Guan to open the "Ji'en Altar".

"Daoist friend said laughing? The National Teacher is a rare person in the world who has attained the Dao, so how can he not be as good as that demon cultivator? ”

Wan Qiuyuan's face stiffened, and without waiting for Mo Chuan to ask, he continued: "Daoist friends don't know, the main cultivation of the cave heaven is Tongtian, but Shouyuan is approaching, so he hibernates and sleeps with a secret method, and he lingers. ”

"Although Daolu Si can pull out the stabbing tumor, it will also awaken this demon, once he has no hope of immortality, he will inevitably vent his anger, and then Fengdu will be ruined."

Mo Chuan was silent, and sighed for a while: "It's rare to have two laws in the world!" ”

Wan Qiuyuan echoed: "The avenue is impermanent!" ”

"Poor Dao heard that Qingwei Palace was attacked by a thousand-year-old ghost baby?" Mo Chuan changed the topic and no longer bothered about the corpse vegetarian meal of the Daolu Division.

"Exactly, this is also the fundamental reason why the poor road is here." Wan Qiuyuan bowed his head and asked with a solemn face: "Poor Dao heard that Daoist friends want to seek the art of controlling ghosts?" ”

"It is true."

"Is that fellow Daoist a reward?"

"Qingwei Palace is not allowed, where can the poor road seek a way to control ghosts?"

Wan Qiuyuan bowed his head and said solemnly: "There is one thing, poor Dao and bluntly said, whether Daoyou seek the method of controlling ghosts or not, this matter will stop, and I hope that Daoist friends will not go to that Fengdu Cave again, Qingwei Palace is a lesson from the past." ”

Mo Chuan frowned: "Poor Dao doesn't understand, Qingwei Palace is not only famous for its thunder method, but also famous for its ghost control technique, how can it be so embarrassed?" ”

Wan Qiuyuan sneered: "Daoist friends are greedy for the benefits of that ghost baby, how can the Lord of the Cave Heaven be a fool?" ”

Mo Chuan's eyes flashed: "So, those ghost babies all have masters?" ”

Wan Qiuyuan smiled but did not answer.

Mo Chuan took a deep breath.

Sun Tilting Sect, Day Tilting Sect, you are really a demon sect, eating Shou Yuan alive, eating ghost babies dead, really eating dry and wiping clean, no waste!

"Thank you Daoyou for making a special trip, otherwise Poor Dao will really be ignorant and bump into it in the future." Mo Chuan got up and bowed.

"It's okay." Wan Qiuyuan waved his hand.

Subsequently, Mo Chuan asked about the details of the attack on Qingwei Palace, and Wan Qiuyuan mentioned a little bit about it, but he didn't want to say more.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan could only give up.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Wan Qiuyuan immediately got up to say goodbye.

Mo Chuan politely sent out the view.

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At the same time, the backyard of Fengchao Shuanglong Temple also ushered in an uninvited guest.

"Don't you live in the emptiness, and the emptiness is dust! The mage uses dry wells to avoid the red dust, but he is afraid that the more he avoids the karmic obstacles, the deeper he becomes, it is better to go down the mountain with the poor road to experience the red dust, and after the ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties, he will achieve positive results? ”

An old Taoist priest dressed in patches and stepping on cloth like a beggar walked slowly to the mouth of the well and looked out.

What he said was crazy, half-way and half-Buddha, and it was really different.

"You don't need a mirror to look at your face, and you don't need money to give alms. Sit upright and read the truth, this is the truth. When Taoist friends come, they come, and they come to be poor monks, what do you do? ”

Master Shenquan was kneeling cross-legged on the driftwood, his face expressionless.

"Boring, boring!"

The old Taoist priest shook his head and sighed, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Alas, old bald donkey, I heard that Shuanglong is dead, can the dragon corpse be shown to the poor Dao?" ”

(End of chapter)