Wen Zhiliang entered the house, and then closed the door again. The Taoist priest stood still, and waited until Wen Zhiliang had been gone for a long time, and then he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. I thought that Wen Zhiliang would definitely not allow it, but just after asking for instructions, Wen Zhiliang actually agreed to give the two of them food, and the Taoist priest was secretly surprised in his heart. I recall the scene when I first arrived here, and I remember it vividly.

He only remembered that when he first came to this temple, the white-clothed old Taoist was silent in the side hall. Occasionally, the Taoist boy who cleaned the statue told jokes in the market, and when they were so happy that they couldn't close their mouths, the old Taoist priest didn't seem to hear it. Just close your eyes and chant.

Now, he has been in this Taoist temple for six years, and the old Taoist seems to have heard him talk to people in the past six years. It's just that every day against that thick candle, like facing the wall. If it weren't for the occasional Lao Taoist reciting the "Taiyi Saving Suffering Tianzun Saving Body Sutra", the Taoist priest would still think he was a dead man.

Thinking of the word dead, the Taoist priest couldn't help grinning, saying that the world is a thousand kinds of suffering, ten thousand kinds of suffering, but the suffering of dying in the Yama Hall and being cut by a fried knife is still inferior to the suffering of this earthly desire. No wonder everyone in this world wants to be lustful, even if the true gentleman who is most affectionate and sexual, he does not have this thought in the dead of night. The Taoist priest imagined all kinds of desires in his mind, and gradually disappeared into the night.

The trail is difficult to find, and it is in a remote and quiet place, with many potholes, which is not easy to do. But today's moonlight is quite good, although it has not yet reached the fifteenth full moon like a disk, but the shape has also been a little bit. The Taoist priest looked at the bright moonlight, his heart was happy, his steps were much lighter than before, and after a short time, he had already arrived at the cell where Li Zhiyu and the two were imprisoned.

Although the prison cell is slightly cramped compared to the cage and dark pavilion of the official yamen, the environment is undoubtedly much better. At least on this night when the bright moon is high, the bright moon shines through the window and buckles the room, and the people in the room can still observe a little bit of the scene. If the extremely talented poets are imprisoned here, maybe there will be a few good chapters left. The Taoist priest thought of this, and said with a smile: Zhang Yunhui, Zhang Yunhui, you still have Yaxing thinking about this talented person, the white-clothed prime minister.

Zhang Yunhui thought about this, thinking of the safety of Li Zhiyu and the others, he didn't think much about it, his steps were slight, and he came to the door after a while.

Zhang Yunhui took out the candle flame and other things from his residence, lit the lamp and candle, rummaged through the drawer for a while, took out a key, and was about to open the door and give him food, but suddenly heard someone outside the house tapping the door. Zhang Yunhui was suspicious, turned around and walked to the door of the house, and when the door opened, there was only a bright moonlight outside, and the shadows of the trees were long, so how could there be a lonely shadow.

Zhang Yunhui took a look at the surrounding terrain by the moonlight, although there are bamboo tapestry, but there are no streams around, and the feng shui terrain is not a good place. If there is an immortal who lives in seclusion here, there is a fairy Wen Zhiliang in the view where he is. Zhang Yunhui thought of Wen Zhiliang and smiled softly, this Wen Dao Chang is indifferent and domineering, if there is really an immortal living here, you must know that one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, how can one view worship two immortals. This immortal master is a lie. I looked at the bamboo forest swaying in the distance again, and remembered that I had seen many strange stories and miscellaneous records that those ghosts and demons lived in the bamboo forest... The Taoist priest was afraid of the sudden birth in his heart, and he was in a dilemma, and his legs trembled.

"You, who are you? But dare to pretend to be a ghost here, do you know that this is Wen Zhenren Dojo, how can you be presumptuous" The Taoist priest's voice trembled, showing that he was extremely frightened, hoping that he could put Wen Zhenren to suppress this demon and evil spirit. The candle in Zhang Yunhui's hand swayed, and some wax tears dripped down, but the Taoist priest didn't realize it.

Suddenly, the wind was blowing outside, and there were clouds covering the moon, and there was no light in the swing. The room was gloomy. Zhang Yunhui was afraid in his heart, his legs trembled, and he silently recited many spells such as the mantra to ward off evil spirits in his heart. The Taoist priest patted his chest, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, thinking about the Heavenly Venerable Hall that had not been cleaned for a long time, and sighed in his heart.

After a little tidying up the food, water, medicine and other items in his hand, the Taoist priest opened the door. Inside the house, Li Zhiyu and the others had already fainted, and their snorting was weak, and if they didn't listen carefully, they couldn't hear it. When Zhang Yunhui saw this scene, he was afraid that the two of them would be imprisoned and die, which would damage his yin morality, and he was also afraid that Wen Zhiliang would not be able to personally burn the "demon" to show his supernatural powers and blame himself, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly put down the kettle in his hand and fed the two. The lips of the two were slightly wet, although they fed a lot, but most of them flowed out from the corners of their mouths, Zhang Yunhui was scared and frightened, and he was at a loss for what to do.

In the side hall next to Zixiao Palace, the white-clothed old Taoist who was meditating alone smiled lightly, looked at the red candle in front of him and said: "In the past, the Buddha Shakyamuni sat under the Bodhi tree to realize the Tao, and realized that all living beings have the wisdom and virtue of the same, but they cannot be achieved with delusion and attachment. Now Jin Dan, who has been cultivating for ten years, looks at a pair of young men and women to understand the essence, but I don't know whether it is good or bad. After Lao Dao finished speaking, he paused, and spoke again

"This red candle has been burning for twelve years, one inch a year, one festival a year, but it is in response to the number of the twelve golden immortals of my Daomen. I am poor and I can't enter the penance, but now the candle is lit, but it is a dead wood in spring, and the vitality is not endless. For the past 12 years, I only thought about the candle and realized it, but I didn't know that Hongmeng was sexless at the beginning, and it was necessary to break the stubbornness of Wukong. The Taoist priest muttered to himself, a ruddy face was full of gray color in an instant, and the huge red candle in front of him suddenly disintegrated, turning into candle tears, only the filament was a little bright, imperceptible.

In the side hall room, Wen Zhiliang rubbed his eyebrows, showing exhaustion. After a while, he said to Li Xunli in a hoarse voice: "Go, there is a definite number of fate and fate, and there are blessings and misfortunes." If you can understand where the joints are, then there is a fate, and if you can't understand the joints, then you should work for the poor road with peace of mind!" Wen Zhiliang finished speaking, turned around and lay on a reclining chair with his eyes closed. Li Xunli sat silently and squatted, and the two of them were silent.

Let's say that Li Zhiyu and the others have been hungry for a long time, their stomachs are empty, and the trickle has not entered, and their bodies are prostrated and weak. During the day, they fell into the deep pit and big hole, and their hearts were haggard, and the two of them were frightened, and they were drowsy both inside and outside. Although this Zhang Yunhui was fed tea and porridge and rice, he was not mixed with things that nourished and replenished qi, so Li Zhiyu and the others were still prostrated and drowsy.

Zhang Yunhui didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he fed a large pot of water in his hand. Although this pot of tea overflowed most of the two mouths, no matter how much or little it was, as long as it was fed, it would be effective. But the pot is empty, and the two Li Zhiyu are still in a coma, how can they say anything. If it weren't for the vast power of Wen Zhiliang and his extraordinary means, I am afraid that Zhang Yunhui would have fled at this moment.

Zhang Yunhui sighed, thinking only about how this should be good, and suddenly, there was a creak on the door and window sill, and the wind came from outside. Zhang Yunhui panicked in his heart, and recited many spells such as the evil spell, but this time, the sound of the window was getting louder and louder.

Zhang Yunhui licked his lips, swallowed his saliva, and recited all the spells he knew to ward off evil spirits, but the sound of slamming the door was still in his ears, and fear grew in his heart, Zhang Yunhui glanced at the sleeping Li Zhiyu and the others. Quickly ran to the corner of the wall and knelt to the east. The mouth just reads, "Wonderful to the true body, purple gold Ruixiang, random feeling, boundless vows, great sage and great mercy, great compassion and great wishes, ten directions, purifying all sentient beings, billions of catastrophes, saving people immeasurably, Taiyi saves the suffering Tianzun Qingxuan Jiuyang God." The Taoist priest finished chanting, and kowtowed three times respectfully.

The sound of the window outside the house was still the same, Zhang Yunhui was frightened, looked at Li Zhiyu and the others, and said with trembling lips: "You two died of grievances today, there is a head for injustice, and there is a debtor." But it's not the poor way that will kill the two of you, if you want to find it, you can find the gentle and good. That Taoist priest is vicious, ruthless, and has countless unjust souls under his hands, and the two of you have today's disasters are all done by Wen Zhiliang's apprentices, but not by villains, and the two adults don't want to embarrass the villain. In the future, every Qingming Festival will be turned into paper in front of the grave every year. Zhang Yunhui muttered to himself, and kept buttoning his head at Li Zhiyu and the others, both of them in fear. But the sound of the window outside the door still came according to the law, and Zhang Yunhui didn't dare to get up.

In the side hall, Wen Zhiliang smiled softly, and when Li Xunli finally walked out of the courtyard, Wen Zhiliang breathed a sigh of relief. If this Li Xunli insists on raising the bar by himself, then many things will be difficult to do in the future. Wen Zhiliang looked up at the half-hidden moon again, and hesitated in his heart.

The candles in the side hall have been exhausted, but there is a slight fire that does not go out, and some Taoist priests wander away.

In the prison cell, Zhang Yunhui didn't dare to speak loudly, nor did he dare to go out to see what was going on, so he could only draw the ground as a circle and think it was a barrier. The knocker outside seemed to be aware of it, and the knocking gradually increased. Like a strong wind roaring, like thunder rumbling and roaring, the surrounding gaps squeaked loudly, and there seemed to be people talking in thousands of directions.

Zhang Yun jumped with his head in his arms, his body ran forward and right, and he advanced left and right, but this was a cage, and where could he go.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and the night wind rises. The moonlight is dim, as if an immortal is drunk and covers the moon with one hand, and the night breeze is slightly cold, like a ghost and bloodthirsty to choose people to eat. Zhang Yunhui jumped for a moment, looking at the light around him getting weaker and weaker, the needle drop in the cell could be heard, this silent secluded room was really frightened, really couldn't, the Taoist priest walked to the door, and when the door opened, the wind stopped, and there was the sound of frogs around him, and the tightness in his heart was slightly loosened. After about a cup of tea, Zhang Yunhui saw that many sounds had disappeared, and finally spit out that depressed breath, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the beads of sweat.

The lights in the side hall are bright, the eyes of the white-clothed old man are slightly open, and the murals around him are windless and automatic. The Taoist priest smiled: "Lu Shu, Lu Shu, forget its worries, relieve its sorrows, the world can have the will to save the suffering, and I am afraid that it is only in the dream." This young man has been kind to me, but I can't forget this kindness. Fang Cai traveled for nine days and almost did not return, but since he took this pot of wine from the side of this heavenly pillar, how could the poor Dao eat this food alone. The sleeves of the white-clothed old Taoist robe waved lightly, the wick burned without candles, and the fire shone brightly, illuminating the side hall with brilliant light.

In the middle of the side hall, the statue of the Heavenly Venerable of Salvation has not been cleaned for more than ten years, so it is like it is full of dust, and the cobwebs around it are open. The statue of Tianzun was shrouded in this dust and cobweb, and only a rudimentary shape could be seen around it. When the red candle was about to be extinguished and burned, Tianzun shook three times, and then calmed back.

Lao Dao got up slightly, put the "red candle" in his hand and walked into the Tianzun Palace, and the door of the house to be entered, the red candle burned more and more intensely. Green smoke into wisps, silk into threads, silk threads into knots, knots into ropes. The rope floated up from Lao Dao's hand and went straight to the Nine Heavens. The Taoist priest closed his eyes and recited the Taiyi Sutra of Relief and Protection. After a while, Lao Dao came out of the Tianzun Palace.

Li Zhiyu felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter in a daze, and there seemed to be a figure in front of him shouting, but when he wanted to see the figure, he didn't really see it. Li Zhiyu didn't know what was going on, and when he saw the figure getting farther away, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart, and chased after him quickly. The two of them walked one after the other, straight into the depths. Suddenly, a shout came from the Nine Heavens, and Li Zhiyu was stunned, but he couldn't care about the many hazy figures that were still following. was about to enter the depths, suddenly felt that someone behind him was pulling his sleeves hard, Li Zhiyu looked ignorant, and wanted to turn around to look at the person who was pulling him behind him, but the figure in front of him had fluttering sleeves and robes, stretched out his thin hand, and only called Li Zhiyu softly, Li Zhiyu was so conflicted.

"Zhiyu, come" the shadow said lightly, Li Zhiyu heard the figure shouting his name, and looked up to see who it was, but the face of the person in front of him was still blurred, and Li Zhiyu still couldn't see his face clearly even if he opened his eyes wide. Li Zhiyu turned around and looked at the white-clothed Taoist priest who was pulling him behind him, he was also unfamiliar, and looked around in a daze, and pictures were imprinted in his eyes.

There are Taoist priests with fluttering sleeves, drawing talismans and burning paper, reciting the scriptures of the past life; there are monks sitting and participating in meditation, reciting the Lotus Sutra; there are immortals stepping on the green lotus, and there is the nine-headed lion standing beside them; there are Bodhisattvas sitting on the lotus platform, and the treasures on their bodies are full of light.

Li Zhiyu looked at it for a moment, and his heart was even more confused.

Suddenly, there was a faint thunder above the Nine Heavens, and a high jade sound came from the Nine Heavens.

"Li Zhiyu, come with the old man" After the words were finished, there were colorful clouds in the sky, and there were immortals stepping on lotuses. Li Zhiyu saw that the nine lotus flowers were lined up in a line, and a thick candle was quietly shining in front of the lotus. Seeing this, the figure in front of him looked annoyed, looking at the fire hidden in the young man's pupils, and a little anxious.

Her body shape is ever-changing, her steps are hesitant, her sleeves float in front and back, singing and dancing; she is far and near, her eyes are turning to glass, looking left and right in anticipation of swaying; if she is about to leave, her face is full of grievances and shame, and her babbling soft words are charming. Although she is vaguely hazy, she has a rudimentary form, and when Li Zhiyu looked up, that person was ----- Zhao Qingrou!

Zhao Qingrou stood quietly in the distance, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, a yellow shirt swaying lightly, and a gentle smile. Li Zhiyu saw that the girl was safe and sound, and his heart was happy, and the girl was imprinted in many statues at the moment, and the original playfulness and cuteness were slightly reduced, and there was more of a sacred and serene color. The girl smiled lightly, her eyes filled with compassion. Li Zhiyu looked at Zhao Qingrou at this moment, his heart was carefree, fearless, sorrowless and painless, and he couldn't help but walk in the direction of the girl.

Li Zhiyu's figure walked far away, and the candlelight behind him was faint. In the Taoist Temple of Saving Suffering, blood spurted out from the mouth of the white-clothed old Dao, and the light of the quietly burning candle in front of him dimmed for three minutes. The Taoist priest spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were slightly dark.

The white-clothed old man looked at the candle in front of him, which was already a lot dimmed, and sighed slightly in his heart. The statue of Tianzun was originally full of glory, but with the spurting of a mouthful of blood from Lao Dao, it was also a lot darker at the moment. The Taoist priest smiled bitterly, I originally thought that I had been facing the wall for twelve years, and I had already realized that the golden pill contained ten thousand images, and I was really angry. But at this moment, on the bridge of return, but he couldn't get back the soul of the kid, the Taoist priest was bitter in his heart, and shook his head slightly.

Li Zhiyu just followed the figure and stayed close to the figure, but he still saw the figure half-hidden and half-close in the hazy shimmer. The figure stretched out his hands, gently swaggering as if calling, Li Zhiyu stretched out his arm, and the front fingers of the two were already connected. The figure opened its arms, as if to embrace, and Li Zhiyu also opened his arms when he saw this, and the two of them touched slightly. When Li Zhiyu was about to hug Zhao Qingrou tightly, he felt that something in his body was hot and hot, and his burning body hurt.