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Soon, I saw the rope shaking violently. Lao Dao's face changed greatly, and he shouted urgently: "It's not good, my disciple who stole the fairy peach was revealed!!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people around them also changed, and they all became worried about Dao Tong.

Komatsu was not very bold, and he was so frightened at the moment that he even covered his eyes and didn't dare to look more.

At this moment, someone suddenly said loudly: "Dao Chief, look, your apprentice is back!"

Hearing the shout, many people who saw it had already seen a black shadow appear at the top of the rope, only the size of a fist. The shadows are abundant, but not very clear. But looking at that action, it should be a Taoist apprentice.

"Come down, hurry up and ......," many shouted.

The black shadow suddenly became larger, and it was the Dao boy who went up earlier. In a short time, he had descended to a height of three or four feet above the ground. Then he was faster, and fell back to the ground with a thud.

"Apprentice, are you alright?" the Taoist priest hurriedly asked.

"I'm fine, I was almost caught by Daozun's men, but fortunately, the disciples moved quickly. Dao Tong gasped and shouted.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, can you pick the peach?" The old Taoist priest asked again.

"As soon as the apprentice entered the fairy peach orchard, he was revealed, and only one was picked," said Daotong, who took out a bowl-sized peach from his bosom, with a fluffy top and a few green leaves at the bottom. It does look like it has just been taken off.

The old Taoist priest took the peach, walked up to the rich boy and said, "Childe, the peach has been picked, you can check the authenticity." ”

The rich boy took the peach and handed it back after playing for a long time, "It's true, the ten taels of silver will be given to the Taoist." In addition, I don't know how much silver this fairy peach is worth, I bought it, one hundred taels is enough for ......"

Childe laughed, this is a fairy peach, how can it be measured by the yellow and white things in the world. Today, Poor Dao will select a few destined people, share and eat, and take nothing. The old Taoist priest replied with a faint smile on his face.

With the words of the old Taoist priest, the onlookers became a sensation again. They rushed to shout: "Dao Chief, I am destined to be a person...... Give me ......."

For a while, the scene was extremely chaotic.

"Let's be quiet, whether there is a fate or not has the final say. The Taoist priest quickly divided the peaches into several halves and sent them into the crowd one by one, and the rich boy also divided a point, put it in his mouth and ate it, and was amazed: "It's delicious, it's really a fairy peach!"

The rest of them had no chance, so they could only watch with their eyes blank.

Some were unwilling and tentatively shouted: "Dao Chief, don't you let your apprentice go to Xiantaoyuan again......"

"It's already very difficult to steal peaches today, how can you go again," the old Taoist priest shook his head again and again, "If you want to keep peace and receive blessings, there is another way to do it...... The patriarch of the poor road is the great virtue of the true monarch, please go back with a few Taoist statues, you can keep the peace......"

So that's the case, Chang Jin finally understood a little.

All the previous things were foreshadowing, but they were just eye-catching. The ultimate goal is still for the sake of incense and mental power.

This person knows how to be flexible, if he preaches at the beginning of the opening, I am afraid that not many people are convinced, after this performance, most of the people present believe that he has magical powers, and the effect is naturally obvious.

And Chang Jin believes that this person's methods are not only like this, there should be a follow-up move.

It's just the power of incense, it's about Taoism. The old Taoist priest preached directly in Wanshan Mansion City, almost blatantly digging into the corner of Yuqing Dao.

This place is not far from the Osan Temple, and someone should have informed the Taoist Academy. However, what made him feel strange was that no one who had seen Yuqing Dao come forward so far.

A few small Taoist statues were sold for hundreds of taels of silver.

"Yunsheng, I now know how many strange people there are in the world, I used to be in Tongqu County, and I really sat in the well and watched the sky. Seeing the old Taoist master and apprentice leaving, Wang Qinian hurriedly set off to follow.

"Brother Qingyuan, what are you doing here?" Chang Jin hurriedly pulled him.

"The foolish brother suddenly became interested in cultivating the Tao, and he kept up with this Taoist to see if he could meet the chance. ”

"Serendipity?!" Chang Jin couldn't laugh or cry. Before the two came to Wanshan Mansion City, they met the Xuandong Taoist in a wild restaurant, and Wang Qinian had this idea at that time. Later, I didn't hear him mention it, and I thought that Wang Qinian had dispelled his thoughts, but who knew that he would still remember it today.

"Brother Qingyuan, how can the chance be so easy to meet. Do you know that old way, what if he is a villain?"

"How can this Taoist priest be a villain......

"Have you forgotten Nan Wengzi, you don't know your heart, as long as the other party plans to preach in Wanshan Mansion, I believe there will be a chance to meet in the future.

In case you enter the wrong door and worship the wrong master, it will be too late to regret it. If you really have the idea of cultivating immortals, wouldn't it be better to observe it for a while. Chang Jin spoke out again to dissuade. Somehow, although he didn't show the evil aura in this Taoist priest, he was faintly uneasy in his heart.

Hearing him mention Nan Wengzi, Wang Qinian's eager gaze suddenly faded. At the beginning, Nan Wengzi was also such a fairy wind bone, and later almost killed them.

Yunsheng is right, observe and observe first.

Seeing that the other party had dispelled his thoughts for the time being, Chang Jin breathed a sigh of relief. If Wang Qinian insisted on cultivating from his teacher, he really didn't know what to do.

"Brother Qingyuan, let's go to Hebo Temple to have a look. ”

With the previous meeting of the city god, Chang Jin really had some expectations for the desecrated river uncle, and he didn't know what kind of character the other party was.

The three of them followed the crowd all the way, and soon came to the bank of the Dushui River, where a magnificent temple appeared in front of everyone.

Today is Hebo's birthday, and there are naturally many people who come to offer incense and pray for blessings. Many people are dressed like Changjin Wang Qinian, and they should also be scholars who participated in the government examination.

Saying that scholars do not respect ghosts and gods is now becoming more and more an empty phrase.

Chang Jin has developed a habit of going to a temple, and he will be the first to check the incense luck there. to test whether the other party is a good god or an evil one. Of course, he doesn't check whether the other party has been sealed like the Taoist Academy, but to see if there is an evil spirit, if there is, it means that it is an evil god, and the incense is pure, and in his eyes it is a righteous god.

As soon as he released his divine sense, Chang Jin was stunned on the spot.

The Dushui River Bo is in charge of the Baili River basin of the Dushui River, dozens of tributaries, and even the Baishui River is also under its jurisdiction.

There are millions of people under his rule, and the incense luck should be quite strong. Before he came, he thought that at least he had reached the realm of true gods, and at least he was like the city god of Wanshan Mansion.

But he never expected that the luck above the Hebo Temple would turn red white, and it was scattered like smoke, and it was not condensed at all.

Looking at the people worshipping around, the slightest incense drifted into the temple, and then quietly dispersed, not absorbed at all.

It won't be ...... Thinking of this, Chang Jin quickly entered the hall.

I saw a gilded bronze statue of Zhang Xu sitting upright on the altar, majestic and tall. Just by using the divine sense to check, you can clearly see that the luck above this bronze statue is also messy, and there is no spirituality at all.

In this case, there is only one possibility, and that is that there are no gods in this temple at all!!

Without the gods, naturally there is no blessing of the talisman, and those incense and fire thoughts have become ownerless, and soon they will be scattered in the void again.

As for the red and white aura above the temple, it is more of a self-maintenance of Shinto.

How is this possible...... Looking at the people kneeling outside the temple, it is obvious that there are many people who believe in Hebo, how could the Taoist Academy waste this opportunity to absorb the power of incense in vain.

It's really incredible!!What made Chang Jin even more puzzled was that this place was not occupied by other ghosts and demons.

Could it be that the edict has been lost? It shouldn't be, as long as you occupy the divine position, you can also absorb the power of incense.

If it takes some more time to absorb enough incense and mental power, then you will be able to condense the Shinto Talisman and achieve righteousness.

Looking at the good men and women next to him kneeling and kowtowing, Chang Jin felt a little ridiculous, he didn't even have gods, and he didn't know what they were worshipping.

Chang Jin was a little glad that Wang Qinian pulled himself out to hang out today, otherwise he really didn't know that the two immortals and gods in Fucheng were so messy and weird everywhere.

After worshipping the River Temple, Wang Qinian wanted to take Chang Jin to the market again, but he refused, saying that he wanted to go for a walk in the wild.

After the two separated, Chang Jin called a small boat to cross the Bishui River. He originally planned to climb the Range Rover of Zhongshan Qingchuan Pavilion, but seeing that there were many people upstream of the mountain road, he simply avoided the bustling crowd and walked towards the back mountain.

In the third month of the lunar calendar, in late spring, the mountains are lively. Everywhere is covered with green colors, as if the mountain is covered with a pair of green satin, and all kinds of miscellaneous flowers are dotted in it, which is very beautiful.

In the reeds beside the mountain stream, there are not reed warblers flying in and out, cheering and jumping.

When he got closer, another duck quacked and ran away. When running, the calf limps, and the action is like an injury, as long as the person runs a few steps forward, he will definitely be able to catch it.

From previous memories, this was only a superficial phenomenon, and the mallard had just been incubating eggs in the grass. By doing so, he just wanted to lure himself away from the bird's nest.

When it turns left and right into the distance, the thing will definitely fly up and leave the person in place.

He released his senses, and sure enough, there was a wild duck nest in a piece of artemisia grass more than a dozen miles away in front of him, and there were seven or eight wild duck eggs with pockmarks lying in it.