Conditional?

When Xuan Cheng heard this, he put his mind at ease, stroked his beard and smiled: "Donor, please speak." ”

He has seen all the vicissitudes of red dust and deceit, and what he doesn't believe the most is that pies can fall from the sky.

A small deserted temple costs two hundred taels of silver.

If you don't have the conditions, you're a liar.

Zhang Biao sighed, "It's not a secret, I was originally in the public gate, I was used to seeing people's hearts sinister, and I had the heart to practice Taoism." ”

"Feel free to walk around Fengyi Fang, see the abandoned Taoist temple, inexplicably feel fateful, want to ask for some Taoist scriptures, leisure to study and understand."

"I heard that the Taoist chief has a good heart and takes in a lot of orphans, so he has no intention of bargaining."

"Oh, I see..."

After hearing this, the defensive color in his eyes suddenly decreased, pondered for a while, shook his head and said: "I have seen a lot of pilgrims, and I just ask for peace of mind when I worship God." ”

"The same is true of the Tao Sutra, which is nothing more than seeking a quiet and leading people to goodness, and if the donor has good thoughts in his heart, he has already attained the Tao."

"However, since the donor wants it, there is no need for Lao Dao to hide his secrets, please come with me."

After that, he led Zhang Biao to a warehouse.

Whoa...

The rusty iron lock was opened, and it was greeted with pungent dust mixed with a faint musty smell.

Seeing this, Xuancheng Lao Dao was a little embarrassed, "It must be the return of waterlogging this summer, and I have been busy with the autumn stove festival recently, and I haven't dried it out." ”

Zhang Biao said: "It's okay, in the next weight, the Taoist is the real way." ”

"The donor has won the prize."

Xuan Cheng Lao Dao smiled dumbly, "In this red dust, who is not a fly camp dog, and I am the same as Lao Dao." ”

"Donor, please, go get the title deed."

With that, he turned and hurried away.

He painstakingly prepared for the autumn stove festival, which was to earn more silver at the temple fair and maintain the food and clothing of the Taoist temple.

Now Zhang Biao's two hundred taels of silver is simply a solution to the urgent need.

Zhang Biao didn't care about it, his attention was completely attracted by the statue in the warehouse.

This statue, like the abandoned Taoist temple, is also dressed in Taoist robes and bamboo armor and long swords, but it is intact, and the paint is only slightly faded.

The face of the idol is very domineering, with pale hair like a halberd, thick eyebrows upside down, a face like black paint, and even a little hideous, as if it is looking at evil spirits.

Person...... Definitely a monk!

Zhang Biao stabilized his mind and entered the warehouse.

In the center of the storehouse is a statue of a god, with a row of bookshelves on the right and miscellaneous items on the left.

The old road was not cleaned up, so it was covered with dust.

When I came to the right, I saw that the entire bookshelf was stuffed, and all kinds of books were new and old, and the editions were of different sizes, but they were all covered with dust and dust, and there were faint mold spots.

When Zhang Biao saw it, he immediately frowned.

He had a trick up his sleeve.

"Sanyang Sutra" is soaked in Fangshi potion, and it will not rot for thousands of years, and then according to the writing format, it can probably be judged.

I didn't think that Xuancheng Lao Dao kept it so carelessly, mixed all kinds of miscellaneous books, and added the resurgence of moisture and mold, I am afraid that I will have to clean up and select them one by one.

Sure enough, I took out a random book, and it was a popular book called "Silent Void Travels".

The so-called "vulgar speaking" is to translate the scriptures and stories, first narrate them in plain prose, and then use rhyming singing to lay them out.

Somewhat similar to the drum book, Taoist monks often used this method to perform in crowded places to preach doctrine and persuade people to do good.

After Zhang Biao was reborn, in addition to practicing martial arts, in addition to the storyteller in the teahouse and wine shop, listening to these "vulgar" stories was the biggest pastime.

He happened to hear "Jingxu Travel", which was about the great cause of the previous dynasty, a Taoist named Wu Jingxu, who traveled to the Quartet to catch demons, which is a legend of Zhiwei.

Not to mention the inconsistency of the age, even the descriptions of ghosts in it are all far-fetched and made up.

"Zhang Shizhu..."

Just when Zhang Biao checked them one by one, Xuancheng Lao Dao had already obtained the title deed and came to look for him.

Zhang Biao shook his head slightly, put down the scripture book in his hand, looked at the statue and asked: "Dao Chief, this is the Chongyang Guanzheng God, don't you know the name of the god?" ”

Xuan Cheng Lao Dao's face was embarrassed, "But it made Master Zhang Shi smile, this is exactly what I have worshiped in Chongyang Guan, the god of Chongyang." ”

"According to the records of the classics in the view, Chongyang Zhenren is the way of ancient times, and he is the best at subduing demons and eliminating demons and relieving the common people."

"No one knows his full name, only his surname Tu..."

…………

asked the surname of the statue enshrined in Chongyang Temple, and Zhang Biao thoroughly confirmed that Chongyang Temple is definitely related to Xuanyang.

Leaving a deposit of thirty taels, Zhang Biao hurriedly returned home and sold all the remaining bird's nests and seahorses in Anrenfang, getting more than 900 taels of silver.

Deliver the remaining silver, ask someone to guarantee it, and go to Jingzhao Mansion to register, because Chongyang Guan is a Taoist Academy, so you have to go to Chongxuan Office to register...

No matter how fast the speed is, it is almost dusk when it is done.

After returning home, taking decoction and medicine to practice qi, and having dinner, Zhang Biao lit a candle, looked at the old title deed and more than 700 taels of silver in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

Rebuilding the Taoist temple is afraid that it will consume a lot, and as a secret cultivation place, some projects have to be done by him personally, and it is not an overnight thing.

At the moment, the more important thing is to eliminate the "bearded" ghost Ah Guang, otherwise the big ghost of the witch temple will get out of trouble and will definitely trouble him.

A while ago, Cui Laodao mentioned this matter, and just asked him to help build a bridge and dig a piece of meat from the Yichonghui...

But to get it done, you have to be prepared.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao looked out the window and saw that night had fallen, so he changed into night clothes, put on the ghost face of "Tai Sui", and secretly went out......

………………

The night in Yujing City is a stark difference.

The dignitaries and nobles in the north gathered, and even at night, many deep mansions and courtyards were brightly lit, or banquets were held, or opera troupes were lively.

In particular, Taiping Fang is even brighter.

In Nancheng, where civilians gathered, it was relatively quiet, because of the "red murder" incident a few days ago, even Jin Wuwei, who was patrolling the streets, was in a hurry and did not want to stay for a long time.

On the roof, the crawling wild cat's eyes lit up in the dark, staring at the rats scurrying out of the culvert.

Suddenly, it exploded, jumped and ran to the surrounding trees to dodge.

I saw that in the dark, a figure ran quickly on the wall of the workshop, rising into the air from time to time, borrowing the hook lock in his hand, walking through the cornices and arches and the scattered roofs.

The black shadow is naturally Zhang Biao.

After becoming a monk, although he had not yet opened up the acupoints around his body and began to forge his muscles and bones, his five senses became more and more sensitive.

The immediate benefit is that the cornices can walk faster in the dark, as if blending into the night.

Hearing the sound of the wind in his ears, Zhang Biao's heart inexplicably rose with a sense of happiness, which was a feeling that he had never felt in the six doors.

It seems to be freed from the shackles, and the world is free to roam.

Suddenly, he dodged, silently, and hid in the darkness under the eaves.

I saw a figure jumping up the wall, standing with a knife, vigilantly looking around.

In the moonlight, the official uniform of the six doors was very obvious.

It is Han Zhong, the silver medal in the door.

After Zhang Biao saw it, he was thoughtful.

He heard that the night patrol had ended, but it seemed that it was just an illusion, and it was clearly a strategy to loosen the outside and tighten the inside, and sent a master to patrol the night.

It seems that Zhuge Shenzhu is preparing to bite the Lianhua Sect to the death......

After Han Zhong, the silver medalist, left, Zhang Biao sneaked along the dark shadows of the house towards a temple.

This is Dadefang, Chongsheng Temple.

To eliminate the "stalking" ghosts, you need to use trickery and yin spells, and the most important tool is spiritual things.

Zhang Biao has experience, and this thing is naturally only available in a place where incense is flourishing.

Chongsheng Temple is the most prosperous incense temple in Nancheng, which is much stronger than the former Zhaoguo Temple.

The reason is very simple, many of the pilgrims in Zhaoguo Temple are wealthy merchants, while Chongsheng Temple is mostly common people.

It is rumored that the Medicine Buddha here is very effective, and people will come to offer incense and pray when someone is sick in their home.

In the middle of the temple, it is very quiet.

A few lanterns flickered in the courtyard, and the monks who watched the night yawned even more.

After Zhang Biao saw it, he was relieved.

It seems that it is just an ordinary temple, and if it is like Zhaoguo Temple, he does not want to provoke it.

Zhang Biao's goal is naturally the Medicine Master Palace.

I saw that the main entrance of the Medicine Hall was wide open, the oil lamp was dim, and the little monk who was responsible for adding oil and incense was leaning on the beams and pillars and falling asleep.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Biao's mouth, even if he couldn't find spiritual utensils on this trip, those old incense were also a good harvest.

However, just as he was about to jump off the eaves, he suddenly heard the sound of the wind and hurriedly hid his body.

I saw that in the darkness, a black shadow appeared on the roof, tiptoeing towards the direction of the Medicine Master's Palace.

How can there still be people?

Could it be an empty thief...

Zhang Biao was speechless, ready to knock him unconscious.

At this moment, I saw a "squeak" sound coming from the man's mouth, and then a big mouse came out of the darkness.

The rat stumbled into the pharmacist hall and spewed out a puff of yellow smoke at the little monk......