Qingli, eight years, autumn.

Fengyun County, Zhenbao Street.

At this time, people come and go on the street, people are boiling, and cars and horses are sparkling.

At this time, a group of people on Jumbo Street gathered around a stall in amazement, and after a few jokes, they turned to leave.

I saw a young Taoist sitting on the side of the street, with a long body, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and strong chest muscles holding up the Taoist robe high.

Beside him, an iron cage, a wooden plank, was placed.

In a cage, a rooster pecks at millet in a celadon bowl.

On the wooden sign next to it, eleven big characters are written with a brush: sell overlord chicken, one hundred taels, and refuse to bargain.

At this time, some onlookers coaxed: "Dao Chief, why don't you let this overlord chicken show his hand?" ”

Yi Chen didn't say anything about these good deeds, but just took out another wooden sign from under his buttocks, and wrote eight big characters on it: "Only sell fate, and those who wish will come." ”

Crowds came and went, crowds of spectators, but none of the people bought.

At this moment, Wang Yuanwai, the owner of the antique shop who was watching the excitement in the crowd, narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were attracted by the small celadon bowl where the rooster pecked the rice. ”

After the money and goods were paid, Yi Chen handed the four-pound big rooster to the fat staff, smiled and made a bow, and said: "Fusheng Immeasurable Tianzun, get this overlord chicken, and the house outside the staff is worry-free." ”

"Haha, borrow the auspicious words of the Taoist chief, Taoist chief, why don't you give me this celadon bowl as well."

"I kept this overlord chicken as a pet."

"I'm afraid that this overlord chicken I bought will peck rice in a bowl, it's not used to it!" After Wang Yuanwai finished speaking, he wanted to reach out for the celadon bowl, but unexpectedly he was one step behind the young Taoist and was taken into his arms first.

"The staff laughed, how is this possible!"

"I only sell bully chicken, not bowls."

"I rely on this antique celadon bowl to sell how many overlord chickens have been sold around, I don't know, this overlord chicken has a relationship with outsiders today."

"By the way, this overlord chicken can also be steamed and stir-fried, and this thing greatly replenishes vitality."

"Don't thank you."

"Stay outside the staff, and go to the poor road."

After speaking, Yi Chen slowly got up, arched his hand towards the onlookers, took out the two green bricks that padd his butt before, folded them, and broke them into pieces with one punch.

Then carrying an iron cage and holding a small celadon bowl, he disappeared at the end of the street in a few jumps.

Only the stunned crowd woke up for a while and burst into laughter.

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Half an hour later, Yi Chen, who had bought a few pairs of good medicine and half a cut of ginseng with one hundred taels, walked out of the city gate of Fengyun County.

He was not from this world, and ten years ago, he crossed over to an eight-year-old child, who was an orphan on a horse, and it was winter, and the snow was falling, and he almost didn't freeze to death.

Just when he felt that he was about to see that he was too milky, it was Bai Yunzi, the master of the Hidden Dragon Temple, who saved him and put him in the door wall.

Ten years have passed, and some time ago, his master Bai Yunzi accidentally entered his body when he went down the mountain to kill a powerful ghost for the villagers, and now he has lingered on the bed.

As a last resort, he could only come out to buy medicine.

No way, who made his master a good person? The savings in the view are basically given to Huo Huo by the master who usually scatters porridge, and he doesn't want to find a way, but he is afraid that he will not be able to eat, let alone buy medicine.

Looking at the sun overhead, Yi Chen's heart was slightly anxious, secretly urging the thin pure yang internal qi in his body, and burying his head in speeding up.

That's right, the world that Yi Dust traverses is not an ordinary ancient background world.

It is a terrifying world where demons are rampant and evil are manifested.

In this terrifying world, Yi Chen already felt very lucky in his heart to be able to be included in the door wall by a Taoist master who was good at the Pure Yang Dao Method, the Hidden Dragon Guan Dao Chang Bai Yunzi.

Of course, the fly in the ointment is that after ten years, his gold finger has not yet arrived, which makes him very regretful.

Without a gold finger, how can you do a good crossing?

He practiced Xiao Chun Yang Gong for ten years, and he practiced hard work until he reached the second level, and his internal qi was so meager that he had to save some money when he was in a hurry.

While he was thinking wildly, the Hidden Dragon Temple was already in sight, appearing on the horizon.

Thinking about his master's injury, Yi Chen couldn't help but speed up his pace.

The Hidden Dragon Temple is located at the foot of the Falling Dragon Mountain, which is a small Taoist temple built by his master brick by brick and tile and part of the good faith, and the size is no more than five houses.

There are two trees planted in the front yard.

One is a date tree, and the other is also a date tree.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw my little junior brother Qing Yunzi, who was born with squint, crying and running out: "Senior brother, you can be regarded as back, master....master... It's almost gone. ”

Yi Chen was anxious when he heard this: "What? Isn't the master still able to hold up in front of him? Why is it suddenly not working? ”

His eyes were red, and he hurriedly ran towards the backyard.

In the backyard, a tall old man with a withered description lay on the bed and was dying.

Qingfeng and Mingyue were guarding the edge of the bed and secretly wiping their tears.

Everyone in the entire Hidden Dragon Temple gathered.

"Master! Why did your injuries suddenly worsen? When Yi Chen saw this scene, tears couldn't help but roll in his eyes.

In a hurry, he tried to stuff half a ginseng into the master's mouth.

The tears in Yi Chen's eyes are not fake, he is the first orphan taken in by the master, and in the past ten years, the master has treated him well, like a parent.

In the years when ordinary people ate bran and pharyngeal vegetables, Yi Chen could always eat meat, and he taught him Xiao Chunyang internal skills by hand.

It's a pity that his qualifications are not good, and his internal cultivation has been overtaken by his junior brother Qingyunzi.

"Criminal, do you....want to choke Lao Tzu to death?" was stuffed with half of Yi Chen's ginseng, and the tall old man on the bed regained a little vitality as if he had returned to the light.

"Criminal, where did this ginseng come from? Where did you get the money? Bai Yunzi raised his eyebrows and asked in a serious tone.

"I sell Overlord Chicken and buy it from the drugstore." Yi Chen is well-behaved .jpg

"Can that broken sell for so much money?"

"The boss knows the goods, and only sells the fate" well-behaved.jpg

"That's it, as long as it's not a traitor." The white-haired Taoist on the bed sighed, took the ginseng and nibbled a few bites, and his complexion improved a little.

"Yi Chen, the master is very old, and now he accidentally enters the body, today's limit is just around the corner, I will explain you a few words, you have to promise me."

The white-haired Taoist was half-lying on the bed, looking at Yi Chen with burning eyes.

"Master, you say."

"If there are changes today, there are more and more evils, and I am afraid that chaos will not be far away."

"I... After I die, you will be the new master of the Hidden Dragon Temple. ”

"Your junior brothers, your mind is not as alive as yours, after I die, you have to worry about it, and take on it... Take on the responsibility of a big brother. ”

"You have a heavy mind, your hands are black, I have always known, as soon as I leave, no one will be controlled, you must promise me, but do good deeds, do not ask about the future, cut...do not be a traitor, you must convince people with virtue, and practice the way of benevolence and righteousness."

Yi Chen nodded like a pecking of rice when he heard this: "Master, don't worry, I will take good care of my junior disciples, convince people with virtue, and practice the way of benevolence and righteousness." ”

"Good!"

The white-haired Taoist on the bed also smiled with relief when he saw this, and then said with difficulty:

"For ..... and for teachers....there are only two wishes for dying."

"One ..... one is to magnify the reputation of the Hidden Dragon Temple, so that the people will no longer suffer... Victimized by demons. ”

"Article ..... and Article 2 are among the relics I have left you, and after I die, you... See for yourself. ”

"I don't force these two, you can do it, if you can't do it, you will save your life first, if necessary, this Taoist temple can also be abandoned, you and your junior disciples will be ordinary people."

".....It's just a pity that none of the four of you senior brothers can awaken 'spirituality' and be able to cultivate my pure yang true power and slay demons!"

The white-haired Taoist forced himself to finish the last paragraph, then tilted his head and closed his eyes.

"Master, why are you leaving~" Yi Chen saw this scene, and couldn't help crying, holding the master's body tightly in his arms, and the four brothers cried together.

"Ahem....ahem"

"Reverse....rebel, hold it so tightly, do you want to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, I'm just resting for a while."

"You... You are crying, you have to howl and wait for time to howl. ”

The white-haired Taoist in Yi Chen's arms opened his eyes again, his face suddenly became ruddy, and he straightened up, and the red air began to flow out of his seven orifices, and finally escaped into the air.

Yi Chen knew that this time, the master had really reached the limit, and he couldn't even lock the pure yang mana of penance cultivation in his body, and Douda's tears burst out of his eyes.

The white-haired Taoist smiled and touched Yi Chen's cheeks, and touched the faces of Qingyunzi and Qingfeng Mingyue one by one, and said to everyone kindly: "Idiot, people, how can there be immortals." ”

"There is no feast in the world."

"After I die, the corpse will be burned, there is no need to do anything about it, I Baiyunzi will come innocently, leave innocently, and live a life worthy of heaven and earth."

"Qingfeng, Mingyue, Qingyunzi, you... Remember to listen to your brother. ”

"It's a pity, you......... you don't have any 'spirituality'."

"Otherwise, you will be able to keep one side safe and truly pass on my mantle."

"Remember....remember, wait but do good deeds, don't ask about the future."

"Spirituality....spirituality."

At this time, on the jujube tree in the front yard, a yellow leaf quietly fell.

The white-haired Taoist touched Yi Chen's cheek again, sat on the bed with a smile and passed away.