Black Scales said something before leaving: "That monk is really strong, he is actually the first Eight Realms Sword Cultivator of my Tang Dynasty, I don't lose unjustly, Sword Cultivation is a group of perverted guys, especially high-level Sword Cultivators, anything can be split with a sword, it is unreasonable." ”

There was some helplessness in the words.

The monk in the mouth of the black scale was naturally Master Fan, Chen Qingshan remembered that when he first met Black Scale in Kongmingfang, this old man wanted to take away his red dragon, but was stopped by Master Fan.

The old man with black scales is obviously still a little worried about this matter.

Especially after the mortal master broke through at a critical moment, scared off the King of Pingtian, joined forces with Yasheng to fight the ancient gods and spirits, turned the tide, and became a major turning point in pacifying the turmoil in Chang'an.

Black Scales felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

Chen Qingshan understood that his breakthrough in Longhu Mountain, except for the lack of a talker in Chang'an City, was not without the meaning of fighting with Master Fan.

The life of a monk may be the life of no one who obeys anyone, not only the young monks are fighting, but the older generation of monks are also fighting, but the young people are blatantly fighting, while the older generation of monks are a little more subtle.

Chen Qingshan held Ah Lan's hand, and the two of them joined hands to see the black scales away.

Chen Qingshan found some incense candles from the storage ring, and wanted to go to the front of the building at the end of the main street of Kongmingfang to worship Uncle Qian.

The incense candle that Chen Qingshan took out had golden lines on the incense, which did not look like something sold in an ordinary workshop. This incense candle is given by the thirteenth of the road, and it is also made by the thirteenth of the road itself, and the name of the incense is "crossing", which means crossing the soul.

Chen Qingshan carried the soul incense and the immortal candle to the front of the building where Uncle Qian once lived, and Uncle Qian was gone, so he worshiped his residence.

Chen Qingshan took out the fire fold that had not been used for a long time and lit the immortal candle.

The flame of the immortal candle flickered, but it burned quietly, and it was not the same as the time of the North Star, which caused something strange, after all, this is Chang'an City.

Chen Qingshan held the soul incense and put it into the flame of the immortal candle, the flame ignited the soul incense, emitting a strange smell.

"Aoyama, look."

As the soul incense ignited, Ah Lan patted Chen Qingshan's shoulder and motioned for Chen Qingshan to look at the sky.

Chen Qingshan raised his head and looked at the place where Ah Yan's finger was pointing, his pupils shrank, and there was more surprise on his face, and then it turned into a smile: "The so-called soul crossing is what it means." ”

The incense lingered in the sky, outlining a human figure, it looked like Uncle Qian, the smoke was a little foggy, but Chen Qingshan could feel the relief and relief on the human form.

All kinds of suffering in this world are just vain, and if you don't think it's suffering, then it's not suffering.

The smoke flowed, and Uncle Qian's sleeve gently brushed the top of Chen Qingshan's head, like an immortal brushing his sleeve, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke, circling around the entire Kongmingfang.

The Taoist priests of Kongmingfang felt something, and they all came to the street and looked up, among them there were a dog and a green ten mother.

All they saw was a wisp of green smoke, but they knew that it was Uncle Qian, and most of the people in this workshop wondered why Uncle Qian was withdrawn and did not interact with people, until now, they understood that it was Uncle Qian who bore the bad luck of the decay in this workshop.

From beginning to end, Uncle Qian didn't say anything to anyone, just endured it silently.

Uncle Qian said that he was a man, followed by a monk, because he was a man, he couldn't bear his wife's betrayal, and because he was a man, he would take the initiative to bear all this, not to mention half a point.

The Taoist cultivators in Kongmingfang bowed to the sky, they wanted to let Uncle Qian know that they had understood what happened to Uncle Qian, and they admired Uncle Qian.

The green smoke lingered around Kongmingfang for a long time before dissipating.

"The so-called soul crossing is nothing more than giving the living a chance to express their hearts to the dead." Seeing the green smoke on the beam dissipated, Ah Mo said.

Chen Qingshan nodded: "Yes, there are always some regrets that can be made up, I have to say, Dao Thirteen has something." ”

The soul incense is personally rubbed out by Dao Thirteen, this guy can always make some strange things, just like him, he is a strange Taoist, and these strange things and this strange Taoist priest will play an unexpected role in some special moments.

For example, when the current soul crossing incense, and for example, when the White Deer Academy came to Kongmingfang to challenge, Dao 13 won a game with a gourd to kill the white lion of the three realms.

At this time, the thirteenth of Dao in Chen Qingshan's mouth was dreaming at this time, and the thing he dreamed of was a five-clawed golden dragon, and this golden dragon, when Dao Thirteen was in Shanshi Town, he dreamed of it.

The huge dragon body, colorful brilliance, and the beads in the mouth are the appearance of this dragon, but this dragon is much weaker than when Dao Thirteen first saw it.

Whether it is the previous dynasty or the Tang Dynasty, there is a saying of luck, luck is everywhere, but it cannot be seen or touched. But luck does invisibly affect the rise and fall of a country, that is, the so-called theory of national fortune.

And the thirteen dreams of the golden dragon are the luck of this Tang Dynasty. From the moment the Cloud Dream Dragon King shook Yun Mengze, Dao Thirteen fell asleep, which was also the reason why Chen Qingshan did not see Dao Thirteen before the sunrise Shengyan Academy on the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Yunmeng has changed, and some of Datang's luck has been drained, so Dao Thirteen is trapped in a dream again and can't wake up.

The Yunmeng Dragon King cut Yun Mengze from the territory of the Tang Dynasty, which was tantamount to shaking the national fortunes of the Tang Dynasty, and to a certain extent, led to the decline of the national fortunes of the Tang Dynasty, and then manifested itself in the golden dragon of the national fortunes.

"This is the national fortune of Datang, and I dreamed again, does it mean that something is happening outside that is enough to affect the general trend of the world, and this matter is enough to shake the foundation of Datang." The mind of Dao Thirteen drifted in the space formed by this dream, and finally a little bit of starlight condensed, turning into the appearance of Dao Thirteen, and fell on the side of the dragon.

Compared with this dragon, Dao Thirteen is too small, even if it is described as an ant, it seems to be too big.

Dao Thirteen stroked the scales of this dragon, warm to the touch, and a sad meaning came from the dragon's body, through the scales.

"What purpose did you call me, just so that I might witness your downfall? This Tang Dynasty is too big, and I can't seem to do anything, and His Majesty the Holy Emperor may not be able to do it today. But if you want me to see it, it's too ridiculous, after all, I'm just a little Taoist priest who has not cultivated. Dao Thirteen muttered, stroking the golden dragon's body, and walked for a long time, but he didn't get out of the distance of a single scale on his body.

Compared to last time, Dao Thirteen's dream seems to be clearer this time, but Dao Thirteen can see clearly, which does not mean that he can solve it.

But he could only watch it like this, trapped in his dreams, slowly watching the golden dragon weak and powerless.

A sense of sadness surged in Dao Thirteen's heart, and with Dao Thirteen's heart, he also became a little weak.

"What you represent is a world." Dao Thirteen seemed to be sighing, and seemed to be appeased.