In the hazy smoke and rain, behind the black tiles and white walls on the side of the street, a vermilion three-story tower towered high.

A light breeze blows, and the brass bells hanging from the eaves of the towers jingle in the corners.

The sound of bells mingled with the sound of chanting came from within the courtyard walls.

Lu Jing was the last to get off the two taxis with an umbrella, first looked around the ancient Taoist temple in front of him, and finally fell on the plaque at the gate:

Matsutsuki Dojo!

"When I came, Tongtian Dojo was still a place where incense was flourishing, and there were a large number of people from Mingde Mansion coming and going every day, but I didn't expect to change the name in a few years, but the appearance of this dojo hasn't changed much, and that statue is probably still in the main hall?"

Xu Chu looked at the plaque and said with emotion.

"Maybe people just think that the name of Tongtian Dojo is too public, so they specially changed the name, and the people inside have not changed much, just take a look at it. ”

What is the name of the dojo Lu Jing didn't care, he didn't come for the name of Tongtian Dojo.

Raising his feet and walking towards the main entrance of the dojo, there was a Taoist boy wearing a hat, bowing down to clean the fallen leaves at the gate, leaning forward to explain his intentions first, and expressing his willingness to do something for the development of the dojo.

"The Tongtian Dojo was gone three years ago, and now it is my master, the head of the Songyue Dao, who is cultivating here. ”

Dao Tong put the broom in his hand to the root of the wall, turned around and led Lu Jing and his party to the Taoist temple, and then stopped when they reached the door, and then said,

"It's noon time, I have to go and say goodbye to the master, you wait here. ”

"No problem, little master, please. ”

Lu Jing can still afford to wait for such a while.

Standing under the porch at the gate, the group was idle and idle, and began to evaluate this Songyue Dojo.

"The style of this Taoist temple is indeed unusual, there is such a large pool at the main entrance, it looks quite well maintained, and it is not easy to have such a scene at this time. ”

Fu Ju said while holding an umbrella and drawing wet marks on the ground with his toes against the rain.

There is also a large pool between the outer courtyard wall of the Songyue Dojo and the square in front of the main hall of the Taoist temple inside, which is the central area of Qianhe Island, and it is not possible to create a pool of this scale here with money alone.

Not to mention that there are many special aquatic plants planted in it, even in autumn it is still full of greenery, and the pond is crossed by three small and delicate arch bridges for people to pass, which has a unique charm.

"The former Tongtian Dojo was indeed extremely famous, and it is likely that there were Taoist priests with real talents and learning who practiced here...... You see, there is a stone tablet inscribed by a prince himself, which is not available in ordinary dojos. ”

Gorman looked at the nearly half-human-high stone monument on the side of the stone bridge, most of the words written on the rain curtain were difficult to read, but the words King Jinghui and Tongtian Dojo, outlined with vermilion paint at the inscription, were extremely clear.

"That vassal king actually came to this kind of place, this is a rebellion that has not been completed, and he wants to become an immortal?"

Xu Chu's gaze turned on the stone tablet, and as he spoke, he noticed the puzzled gazes of the three people beside him, and then opened his mouth to explain,

"King Jinghui, the last vassal king of the Shuoming Imperial Court today, haven't you heard of it...... Well, you probably don't care about this aspect of things, let's put it this way, King Jinghui is a well-known feudal king who rebelled, and was ruthlessly suppressed by the Shuoming court a few years ago, and in the last two years, I heard that he began to place his affection on the landscape...... Dao Tong is back. ”

While a few people were talking, Dao Tong returned again, probably asking for instructions, and beckoned to them as he ran.

With the consent of the owner of the Taoist temple, the rest of the matter is simple, walk through the square and enter the main hall of the Taoist temple.

There were a lot of Taoist priests here who were packing up their things, and they didn't react much when they saw Lu Jing and his party entering the door.

"Captain, that statue is missing. ”

Xu Chu looked around in the main hall, looking around, but couldn't find the statue in his memory.

"The Tongtian Dojo is gone, and the statue may have been moved away after the other party left, just ask later. ”

Lu Jing's eyesight may not be as good as Xu Xu's, but he is extremely keen in his perception of objects similar to human head statues, and he has been trying to find statues containing special energy since he walked into the Songyue Dojo, but he has not noticed any response until now.

The group waited in the main hall for about five minutes before a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe, a few long beards, and a glaive crown appeared at the entrance of the passage on the inside.

Obviously, this is the head of Matsuki Dao.

It's just that the first time they saw him, Lu Jing and his party were more or less disappointed on their faces.

The reason is very simple, as transcendents, although they can't say that they can clearly detect other transcendentals, but that is under the premise that the strength of the other party is far beyond them, if the strength of the two sides is close, and there is no special means to hide the momentum, then the transcendents will be aware of each other at the moment of encounter.

And the one in front of him, Lu Jing is almost certainly an ordinary person!

Of course, since the two sides had already met, it was naturally impossible for Lu Jing to turn around and leave directly, after all, the possibility of him being blinded could not be completely ruled out, so he roughly informed the other party of his requirements for this trip.

"Wash away the resentment around you?"

Songyue Dao twisted his long beard, shook off the dust, and nodded,

"No problem, I can hold a simple death puja for you, so that you can remove your resentment. ”

Daoist Songyue mentioned "everyone" in his words, and there was no doubt that he could now be sure that he could not see the strong resentment on Lu Jing and Xu Qi.

Xu Chu looked at Lu Jing as soon as he heard this, and shook his head without a trace, the other party couldn't even feel resentment, and it didn't seem to make any sense to continue to stay here.

"How long will this Death Festival last?"

After a short silence, Lu Jing asked.

"Half an hour. ”

"Okay, we want to get started as soon as possible, okay?"

Lu Jing did not choose to leave here, but agreed to the suggestion of the head of Songyue Dao.

The reason is very simple, he wants to test whether ordinary means are effective in resolving grievances, after all, whether it is the blood parrot or Dong Qingyue, both of them said when they mentioned the method of resolving grievances, they can find Taoist temples or temples with strong incense.

The Songyue Dojo can be opened on the original site of the Tongtian Dojo, and the various internal structures and arrangements are the same as the last time Xu Chu came, which is enough to prove that this dojo is also recognized by the people on Qianhe Island, and this also means that Songyue Dojo is already one of the few large-scale dojos on Qianhe Island, and the scale of incense on weekdays can be imagined.

If he can successfully resolve the joy of everyone through a death festival and solve this trouble, Lu Jing will not need to have any scruples when he kills the people of the Ghost Pirates in the future, even if there is no gain in the end, it can be regarded as verifying that the ordinary way is invalid, and Lu Jing does not need to waste time in this regard.

Fifty silver dollars, this is the price of a death festival, Lu Jing has no intention of bargaining, this money is nothing to them.

The Songyue Dojo should be undertaking this kind of puja all year round, so after taking the money, the action was quite fast, and only half an hour later, Lu Jing and Xu Chu sat on the two futons that had been arranged in advance in the main hall, and Gorman, Fu Ju and the sand iron puppet were waiting outside the door.

The whole festival didn't need Lu Jing and Xu Zhu to do anything, they were just asked to stay on the futon and not move around, the Songyue Daoist who had changed into another robe stood in front of the altar to "practice", and around him stood ten Taoist priests who began to recite the scriptures of the soul.

At first, the two of them felt fresh, and each listened carefully to the scriptures recited by the priests, but it didn't take long for the repetitive sound to become drowsy, so they simply closed their eyes and sat cross-legged, waiting for the puja to end, and then taking potions to check the status of their grievances.

"Is the captain asleep?"

Fu Ju stood outside the door, looking at Lu Jing, whose back was bent and his whole head was drooping, he was stunned, and turned his head to ask Gorman next to him.

"The mental damage caused by the construction of the Space Storage Box has not yet completely dissipated, and it is normal for him to feel tired in this environment. ”

Looking at the two men in the main hall, Gorman rested one hand on the handle of the sickle at his waist, making sure that he could strike at any time if something unexpected happened.

Oh~

In the interval between the two of them, Liuli, who was originally climbing the courtyard pillar outside, suddenly shouted, and before Fu Ju and Gorman could react, they rushed into the main hall and went straight to Lu Jing's side.

The two front paws were on his legs, staring at Lu Jing's face as if he was asleep for a long time, and then he jumped into his arms as if he noticed something, found a more suitable position to lie down, and soon "slept" over.

Lu Jing was completely unaware of this, just hung his head.

The sound of rain outside the hall, the sound of chanting, and the small sound of the Songyue Taoist shaking the bell and waving the peachwood sword as he practiced.

Far away in his ears......

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