Lin Zhao saw that Xiaotong was excited, and suddenly had a bad taste, and pinched the other party's little face casually, which made the little lady angry, so she laughed and agreed.

At this moment, Lin Zhao felt that he had finally made up for some of the regrets of the year.

crossed over, as a wealthy son, he didn't do anything wrong, flirting with the maid, and he really wanted to give a bad review.

It happened that two old men in robes passed by, and they not only shook their heads and sighed when they saw this.

"It's immoral, and it's not virtuous!"

Lin Zhao glanced at the other party, turned around and left, walking steadily, as if he was completely unconscious.

Such a move made one of the old men blush, and he almost scolded, but fortunately, he was able to cultivate well, so he forcibly suppressed his anger, and could only stand in place and be indignant.

There are people coming and going on the street, some are in a hurry, some are leisurely, some are businessmen shouting for business, and some are going to the yamen on errands.

All this, red dust.

If you taste it with your heart, it is a long scroll, full of joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, birth, old age, sickness and death.

Lin Zhao smiled, looking at the seven emotions and six desires of others, but his own heart melted into the void, leaving no trace.

Red dust refining the heart, all kinds of emotions invade all the time, or like a raging fire, direct and blazing, or like a silent drizzle, slowly invading the Dao heart.

Compassion, anger, remorse, etc., can make the mood ripple.

For the creatures of the world, money and things can help them tide over temporary difficulties, and skills can help them obtain the foundation of the world, but only one thing outsiders cannot help.

That's the path to transcendence!

Although the Dharma is different, in the end, there is one thing in common, that is, each living being can only complete the path of transcendence by himself, and others cannot replace it.

Otherwise, it can only be cycled in samsara, or the true spirit will completely dissipate.

In this world, there is also Daozu's "Taishang Laojun Says Changqing Jingjing", which is even more popular than the ancient Kun world, and even ordinary scholars will place a copy in their homes.

It is also said that this is also the credit of Emperor Kun Yuan's Dynasty Dao Palace, popularizing a large number of Taoist classics.

There is a cloud in the Sutra of Tranquility: Mrs. is so clear, but her heart is disturbed, and her heart is so quiet, and she wants to hold it.

This sentence is easy to understand, but few people can do it.

Even a monk like Lin Zhao can only experience this deafening Taoist mantra more and more deeply after going through the calamities.

I can't go far, there is a temporary noodle stall on the street in front of me, and at this moment, an old man with gray hair and a rickety back is making ramen and soup with his hands and feet.

There were seven or eight people waiting on the side of the stall, and six guests were eating noodles at three low tables.

This is the "Sanqing Noodles" in Xiaotong's mouth, the soup is made of big bones boiled all night, milky white, and the taste is abnormal; the noodles are well-proportioned and slender but not losing strength; the shredded green onions can bring a little spicy; and the floating drops of sesame oil arouse people's appetite.

In the early morning, a bowl of noodles was eaten, and the chill disappeared suddenly, and a slight sweat rose.

There were people waiting in front, and Xiaotong had to line up on the side.

After a cup of tea, it was finally Xiaotong's turn to enjoy the delicious food happily.

Lin Zhao stood on the side, watching the owner of the noodle stall busy.

The old man's noodle making skills were superb, but an old face was a little unappetizing, as if everyone owed him three hundred copper coins, and he always remained cold.

It's just that the more this is the case, the better the business of this noodle stall, which has always had people waiting in the morning since it opened two months ago.

In the middle of "sighing and purring", Xiaotong drank the last mouthful of noodle soup, and then left satisfied.

Just when Lin Zhao and Xiao Tong turned around a street corner, the old man raised his stiff face, and a trace of color seemed to flash in his originally cold pupils.

Another few days have passed, Tian'en City is getting more and more lively, and half a month will be the day when the Daoyuan Ceremony begins.

In many villages and towns near Tian'en City, there are adults and children who come in advance, trying to find a path for their children to reach the sky.

The Daogong branch was built on a hill five miles away from Tian'en City, but the location of the qualification test was located in Tian'en City.

The Yuanzhen Dao Elder has been busy since the beginning of the year, whether it is the big families in the city or the wealthy families with small family resources, they are all vying to feast on this old Dao Chief.

Not only the Yuanzhen Dao Chief, but also the other three Principal Dao Masters of the Branch, who are also lacking in skills, and now they want to vomit when they hear the word "banquet".

When the moon and stars were scarce, and the time was up, Yuan Zhen Dao Chang sat on a large sedan chair, patted the handrail gently, and walked towards the "Taoist Affairs Department" in the center of Tian'en City with a drunken leisurely face.

Tonight, the Sun Mansion of Tian'en City will hold a banquet to entertain the Yuanzhen Daoist.

Yuan Zhen Dao Chang can push the banquet as much as he can, but he doesn't dare to slack off on Sun Fu.

Eighty years ago, when the third prince of Sun Mansion tested his qualifications, he was rated as the top one, and thus entered the Taoist Palace to practice, showing outstanding qualifications and temperament, and later officially joined the Taoist Palace and gave him the legal name "Linggong".

Since then, this Linggong Dao Master has been out of control, and seven years ago, he survived the Twenty-Nine Heavenly Tribulations and became a real person.

Now he lives in the main courtyard of the Mingjing Dao Palace, and he is also an elder-level figure.

For the banquet of Sun's Mansion tonight, Yuan Zhendao has been looking forward to it for a long time, and he is happy under the joy, and it is inevitable that he will be a little greedy for a cup, and he will drink a few more glasses of spiritual wine.

In the middle of the month, two bright moons are hanging high in the sky, and they are gradually approaching, the moon is sprinkled all over the streets, and the streets are becoming more and more clean.

Occasionally, the spring breeze blows, bringing a trace of warmth.

The sedan chair rose and fell regularly, and Yuan Zhen felt the slightest fluctuation brought by the spiritual wine in his abdomen, and gradually felt a little restless, so he opened the sedan curtain and looked at the sky.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed on the ridge of the roof in the distance, and disappeared in an instant.

Yuan Zhen was shocked, sat up straight suddenly, and began to urge the true yuan in his body, forcing the wine out of his will.

After a few breaths, a talisman appeared in the old Dao leader's hand.

The surface of the yellow talisman is a blood-red arcane pattern.

In an instant, the talisman was fireless, and instantly became a ball of blue flame, but it disappeared between the palms of its hands.

"Blue flames, it's a demon!

It's so daring that there are really demons infested!"

Yuan Zhen Dao Chang muttered to himself, and then shouted softly, "Stop the sedan chair!"

At the same time, the sedan curtain was lifted, and a cyan figure pierced through it, and there was no figure in the blink of an eye.

"You don't need to send the old way, you can go back by yourself!"

The words of the Yuan True Daoist Elder wafting in the wind made several palanquin drivers look at each other, and they all looked at a middle-aged man dressed as a housekeeper.

"Well, the Taoist is immeasurably powerful, maybe he went back on his own. ”

......

Half a cup of tea time passed, and the figure of the head of the Yuan Zhen Dao appeared on the top of a big tree.

Then he pinched the Dharma seal in his hand, and recited a tongue-twisting language in his mouth: "The avenue is endless, photography is traced, and it is fast!"

With this incantation, the surrounding heaven and earth vitality spontaneously fluctuated, and in an instant, a light blue point of light appeared, flying towards the west of the city.

This point of light is not visible to ordinary people, and only monks who have practiced a similar "spiritual eye technique" can perceive it.

Yuan Zhen Dao Elder didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately turned into a faint phantom, passing rapidly in the air, following the point of light.

In the courtyard where Lingyin lived, Lin Zhaozheng walked at will, resembling a swimming dragon, moving and tossing, his fist came out without a shadow, and the fierce fist wind roared and galloped within a radius of three zhang.

But the strange thing is that there is not the slightest movement outside the three zhang, and even the young leaves that have just grown in the flower bed have not fluctuated.

On the corner of the street not far from the courtyard, in the shadows that the moonlight could not reach, something was churning and wriggling at this time, and two scarlet points of light looked at Lin Zhao's direction and remained motionless.

There is a secret room under a dilapidated house in the south of the city, and nine bronze lamps are lit in the secret room.

Green lamps surround a sarcophagus, above which is a man sitting cross-legged, dressed in a black robe, with nine illusory figures drawn on it.

The figures seemed to be virtual and real, changing their forms from time to time, like living creatures, and one of them only had some smoke floating, not as clear as the other eight.

The black-robed man's miserable white face changed expression, and he seemed to be a little hesitant.

At the same time, the Yuan Zhen Dao Elder appeared in the sky outside Lin Zhaoyuan, looking in the direction of the shadows, his expression was rather gloomy.

"What a demon, he actually sneaked into the city to harm people, and if you don't kill the yin ghosts under your command today, the old man is the master of the first courtyard!"

Yuan Zhen Dao Elder whispered softly, but a talisman appeared in each of his hands.

One of the talismans dissipated directly, and suddenly within a radius of a hundred zhang, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi formed a strange cage, formless and substantial, but it played a wonderful role, isolating all sound, light and color.

If you look at it from the outside world, you will only feel that there is nothing empty in front of you, and you will not find anything abnormal.

This is the "Boundary Yuan Talisman" that will only be used when the Dao Palace is specially used to cover the vision of the Fighting Method, and it is the standard configuration of each branch, so as not to let ordinary people find out about the abnormality and be frightened when eradicating the demons.

In the other palm of the Yuan True Dao Chief, a golden talisman appeared, which instantly turned into a ball of golden light and shot towards the shadow in the corner of the wall.

The golden light was scorching, like a tiny golden sun, about to turn the latent Yin Ghost into ashes.

In the secret room in the south of the city, the black-robed man's expression changed, and a stack of yellow paper appeared in his hand in an instant, flying towards a bronze lamp.

At the same time, he recited in his mouth: "The path of the underworld is clear, Huangquan is the guide, open!"

Facing the "Burning Sun Golden Talisman" of the Yuan True Dao, the Yin Ghost hiding in the shadows suddenly rose into the air, and his figure appeared under the moonlight.

Suddenly, a figure with black energy tumbling was revealed, and the surrounding moonlight flowed towards its body, forming a bright humanoid light and shadow.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

A terrible howl sounded in the air, causing goosebumps to come from the smell, and endless fear involuntarily rose from his heart.

At this time, the Yin Ghost had already pierced out of the Boundary Yuan Talisman, and all kinds of visions were revealed, and the people around who were not yet asleep suddenly heard this terrible voice, and suddenly their hearts and galls were broken, where did they dare to go out of the house to check.

On the streets, countless dogs barked one after another, and each of them roared frantically into the air.

The flames above the bronze lamp in the secret room skyrocketed, burning the yellow paper in an instant.

Before the terrible howl stopped, a green flame portal appeared in the air, and the Yin Ghost instantly threw himself into it and disappeared.

Then the blue fire portal slowly dispersed.

The wind howled in the secret room, and suddenly a black shadow jumped out of the bronze lamp and rushed towards the black-robed man.

The black-robed man didn't make any moves, and the black shadow was already attached to the black robe, and suddenly some illusory shadows just now became solid.

After a few breaths, the black-robed man jumped out of the sarcophagus and began to walk in the secret room with his hands behind his back.

Under the light of the green light, this person had endless greed on his face, and said to himself with some excitement:

"I can't think of it, it's really unthinkable.

This seat is actually out of sight, such a strong physique, such a magnificent qi and blood, if it is refined into a corpse puppet, at least it can achieve a silver corpse.

Well, maybe even a golden corpse is possible!

It's gone.,It's really done.,This seat is finally going to run at the right time.,If there's a golden corpse.,It's the original god master who comes and hates it on the spot.。

Haha, hahaha......"

A long, slightly maniacal laugh echoed in the chamber.

After a long time, the black-robed talent reined in his frenzy, and then an angry look appeared on his face, his eyes looked at the north, and he said disdainfully:

"Little Zamao, let you live a little longer, and when this seat is over, it will definitely drain your soul and refine your soul and become a tonic for the Nine Yin Devil!"

In the courtyard, Lin Zhao was like he hadn't heard of it, he still practiced boxing, his expression was calm and cold, and his fist style was like a big river, mighty and majestic, and like a long river of time and space, flowing to the other side of eternity.

Yuan Zhendao was annoyed, and he cast several spells in a row, but he couldn't trace the slightest trace of the Yin Ghost, and his face couldn't help but become more and more ugly, where was there still the leisurely time when he was drunk before.

In desperation, he flew back and forth in the air to check the surrounding anomalies.

There must be a reason why that yin ghost came here, and if you start from here, you might be able to find some clues.

It's a pity that he was allowed to use all kinds of means, but he got nothing.

flew over Lin Zhao's head several times, but he ignored it, as if he didn't notice anything, and finally had to fly towards the Taoist Affairs Department with a heavy heart.

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Zhao closed his fist, and the surging qi and blood in his body slowly stopped.

Then with his hands behind his back, he began to walk in the courtyard, looking at his figure, which was the same as the posture taught by the fifth uncle Lin Renjie when he was just practicing martial arts, but the subtleties were very different.

The movement is called "Tao", and Lin Zhao's mind is also in a trance, in a strange situation.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and Lin Zhao sat down on a stone bench in the courtyard, his fingers tapping lightly on the stone table, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Early in the morning of the second day, there were officials around the door, including several Taoist priests, who went door to door to check one by one.

The Taoist priest held a compass-shaped magic weapon with three pointers on it, and he didn't know what it was for.

Lingyin's courtyard was no exception, and everyone had to be questioned by officials, but unfortunately, such efforts were destined to be in vain.

In the next few days, there were soldiers patrolling around at night, and the Taoist priests of the Taoist Palace were also hard to mix in the middle, which made Lin Zhao quite speechless.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is March 3.

The third day of March is also known as the "Shangsi Festival", and in addition, there is a saying that "the third day of March, worship the ancestors, and the third day of March, hit the edge of the road".

Early in the morning, every household worships the ancestors, offers incense and candles, and prays for the blessing of the ancestors, so that everything will be healthy and worry-free for a year.

In addition, the people who participated in the Daoyuan ceremony bathed and changed their clothes for the children three days ago, ate vegetarian food every day, and meditated behind closed doors.

Today, the city gate was wide open, and the crowd was surging, and they all walked in the direction of the "Taoist Affairs Department" in the center of Tian'en City.

That's where children are tested for their talents.