In the vast mortal world, there are many Taoist gates.

A corner of the dust of the three thousand worlds, Akagi.

Somewhere in the city, there is a broken Taoist temple, there is only a broken hall, a few small tile houses, the door hangs a piece of paint on the wooden plaque, crookedly and obliquely, and the book "Xingtian Taoist Temple" is written.

Taoist temple, the smallest in the Taoist gate, often lives at the lowest level of the Tao, and this line of heavenly Taoist temple counts the master of the view of seven or eight people, this is attached to the largest Taoist gate in Chicheng under the Chishan Gate, who knows that a year has not paid the tribute, has been removed from the Chishan Gate.

Without the signboard of the Chishan Gate, the Xingtian Taoist Temple would no longer have the qualifications to recommend outstanding disciples to enter the Chishan Gate, and it would also lose many other benefits.

The blue sky above was as blue as a wash, and a middle-aged man wearing a gray sermon robe and dragging old cloth shoes stood at the door of the broken hall, stretched his waist lazily facing the rising sun, and then scratched his buttocks, and by the way, he released a few streams of turbidity, and the lower part of the robe was opened, revealing the calf of the foot Mao Sheila, and there was a dog skin paste that was about to fall off.

The middle-aged man is not very old, but the top of his head is bald, the curly hair on both sides is fluffy like two auspicious clouds, the slightly blessed face, and the round small eyes, which always look a little obscene.

"These lazy people, the sun is so big, and they don't get up to practice swords!"

"Smack!"

As soon as the middle-aged man complained, a large piece of bird feces happened to fall on his forehead, and when he saw the bird feces in his hand, he was about to get angry, but he saw a fat magpie landing on the plane tree in front of the broken hall, and its tail was cocked, revealing the withered backyard of bird feathers.

"Hey, good sign!" The middle-aged man turned his anger into joy, wiped the bird feces in his hand on the wooden pillar, lifted his robe and wiped his face, revealing his naked thighs, and then instinctively called: "Zong Yang." ”

A few weak coughs came, and a thin and slender figure walked out of the small tiled house on one side, the weather was getting warmer, but he was still wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, although there were a few patches on it, it was exceptionally clean and tidy. That handsome face has no trace of blood, it should be said that the whole body is white without a trace of blood, obviously a sick seedling.

Although middle-aged people are used to it, every time they see this poor apprentice, they always feel pity in their hearts, and then they turn pity into motivation, vowing to make a lot of money in the casino, so that this apprentice can eat and drink well, but the result is always the opposite.

This middle-aged man is known as the old way of dice, two years ago, he fell here, opened this Taoist temple, and lived by gambling all day long.

Zong Yang, is the big disciple of the old way of the dice, and almost his son, sixteen years ago on a snowy night, the sky exploded dry thunder, picked up by him in a gloomy village, because it was born in the cold winter wax moon, he took a single yang word according to numerology, with his surname, so called Zong Yang.

The master and apprentice depended on each other, drifting all the way, the old way of dice always boasted that he came from a famous family, but also knew some methods of cultivation.

"Yang'er, didn't you think about the matter of Chishanmen?" The dice veteran's eyes were complicated, and his thoughts were revealed on his face.

"Yes." Zong Yang's face was expressionless.

Half a month ago, the head of the Chishan Sect, who was in retreat all year round, coincidentally saw the Taoist talisman painted by Zong Yang, and praised him as a genius of cultivation, which alarmed the entire Chishan City.

As soon as this incident came out, the old Dao of the dice was conflicted in his heart, on the one hand, the disciple became the closed disciple of the head of the Chishan Sect, which can be said to be a step to the sky, and the Heavenly Taoist Temple will follow the wind and water in the future, but on the other hand, he is also reluctant to change to others, he also has his selfishness and bitterness.

The original dilemma, now with such an ending, a hint of joy flashed on the face of the dice old man, he restrained his expression, and said: "This Chishanmen is also strange, the master of the sect values your ability to draw talismans so much, saying that you are a genius, and wants to accept you as an apprentice, even those elders who have not shown up for a long time have come to see you in person, why is the thunder and rain small, and now there is no follow-up, it stands to reason that those juniors of Chishanmen should carry a sedan chair to pick you up!" ”

Ahem –

Zong Yang's eyes were flat, his heart was very thorough, and he said frankly: "A tree without roots is difficult to sustain." ”

The old man of the dice was awakened by Zong Yang's words, sighed lightly, and thought that the head of the Chishan Sect must have learned about Zong Yang's situation, so he dispelled the idea of accepting apprentices, and he couldn't do it.

The old man stared at Zong Yang's back, sighing in his heart, he didn't want such a piece of jade, but he was jealous of the talent, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. After a moment of silence, he asked weakly: "Yang'er, Master is going out, you hand over the Dao talisman money you have earned in the past few days." ”

Zong Yang, as usual, felt his pale and slender fingers to his waist, and when he pressed the shriveled money bag, he sighed: "Master, the rice jar is going to be empty, and this money is still ......."

If it was usual, the old way of dice would have dispelled the idea of gambling with money, but today somehow, when I heard this, I suddenly cried and shouted: "Diao Chan, my Diao Chan, look at my current appearance, even Yang'er has to take care of me, when you are here, everything depends on me, I am really bored to live like this!" ”

Zong Yang Jian's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, Diao Chan was a cockroach that Lao Dao had fed before, and his feelings were very deep, seeing the master behaving like this, his heart softened, and he felt out the money bag.

There was still an old tear in the corner of the dice old man's eyes, and when he saw the money bag, his Dao robe fluttered in an instant, and he jumped in front of Zong Yang with agility that did not match his size, took the money bag, and disappeared with a smoke. The fat magpie was probably startled, and scolded him non-stop, perhaps in anger, and chased him out.

Zong Yang smiled bitterly and coughed a few more times, and staggered into the broken hall, the four walls inside were empty, and there was a very small clay figure in the wooden box in the center, I don't know where the immortal was. According to the old way of dice, this statue was originally golden, but because he was short of money, he took off the gold costume for the statue and purified all sentient beings.

In front of the statue stands a long sword covered with dust, which is the treasure of the Taoist temple. In the early years, Lao Dao would wipe it day and night, but as he became more and more depressed, he left it alone, and he would be resentful every time he saw it.

Whenever Zong Yang saw this sword, he would recall in his mind that after the master and apprentice were bullied all the way, the old dice man most often recited: "Master has strength but no courage, and you have courage but no strength." ”

Zong Yang picked up three sticks of incense from the incense table, lit them with candles, and then knelt on the futon and bowed to the statue three times, praying that he could get rid of the disease of physical weakness, hold the sword and cultivate the Tao, and no longer be a senior brother who can't even lift a sword and can only draw Taoist talismans!

In fact, it is strange to say, although Zong Yang has not been sick since he was a child, but his body is very weak, and he has no power to restrain the chicken, when he was eight years old, he suddenly felt a strange big black pill in his abdomen.

But Zongyang kept mentioning the Great Black Pill, and he never lied, so Lao Dao of the dice took it to heart, and promised to take him to the advanced Dao Gate to cure his illness when he had the money in hand.

One day a few years ago, the old dice asked the down-and-out Taoist friends who set up stalls together to see a doctor, and they actually pointed out that there was indeed something in Zongyang's body, and named it "Demon Seed", which pitted the old dice for a day's earnings, and drew a Taoist talisman. On the second day after the incident, Zong Yang was not well, but that Daoyou died violently on the street, and the cause of death was unknown.

Since then, Zong Yang has also taken the demon seed as the name of the Great Black Pill, because it does not affect life, and over time he has ignored its existence.

Zong Yang got up and inserted three sticks of incense into the incense tripod, only to see the starry incense ashes falling on the incense case, he immediately picked up the handkerchief in his arms to wipe it, and saw the long sword full of dust, and once again dispelled the idea of wiping it.

This is a special order from the old man of the dice, and he is not allowed to touch the sword, unless one day he goes to the west of the crane, and it will be passed to Zongyang at that time.

Zong Yang turned around, his knee touched the merit box placed aside, since he was removed from the Chishan Gate, no one in the Taoist temple came to burn incense, and this merit incense has been empty until now.

In fact, the annual tribute of Chishanmen is not particularly high, as long as the dice are not gambling, the Taoist temple gritted a little bit, and it can still be handed over.

But Zong Yang never restrained the dice from gambling money, and he never complained, because he deeply understood the reason why the master was depressed and willing to fall!

Because Zongyang is the hope of the old way of dice, but he is born a waste!

I have no hope, and my descendants have no hope, there must be some long-cherished wish behind that sword to press the life of the old way of the dice, but there is no hope for a lifetime!

It is precisely because of such a wandering life and such a painful realization that Zong Yang has a maturity higher than that of his peers. He walked out of the broken hall and returned to his tiled house, now it is spring, and the corners of the small courtyard are overgrown with weeds, but only the tiled house where Zongyang and the old dice live is in a circle, and the weeds are difficult to grow, and even the ants and insects have changed their routes.

However, no one in the audience noticed this strange scene.

Zong Yang walked out of the tiled house again, holding a few dirty clothes in his arms, and began an ordinary day as a senior brother. laundry

cook

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Draw a talisman.