In the secret room, Zhang Yunhui pressed the two of them and pinched them a few times, but the two of them were still lying upright, showing no signs of waking up. Zhang Yunhui was at a loss and sweated profusely. When he was thinking about a solution to save him, he saw an object much larger than a firefly floating.

Zhang Yunhui didn't know what to do, his heart was slightly strange, he wanted to see its shape up close, and when he got closer, he found that the floating thing turned out to be a bone. Zhang Yunhui was amazed and sighed that there are all kinds of things in the world, big and small. Just as Zhang Yunhui was pondering alone, he saw the bone-like glowing object rise half a zhang into the air, hanging still and not moving.

Zhang Yunhui learned from the past, so he didn't dare to act recklessly, and waited for a moment to see that nothing unusual happened around him. Zhang Yunhui came pacing at this time.

After a closer look, Zhang Yunhui found that there were some small words on this small bone, which shimmered slightly, and there was clear light. Zhang Yunhui's curiosity became stronger and stronger, and when he was about to take this finger bone and look at the words written on it, the phalanges rushed out, and suddenly disappeared.

In the hall of suffering, the white-clothed old man smiled slightly, spit out a word in his mouth, and with a light finger, the phalanges were as fast as a meteor piercing the sky.

The Taoist priest grabbed this phalange bone and read the scriptures for a moment, the light on the phalanges was even worse, and there were small words floating up, the Taoist priest squinted and looked at it for a while, only to find that it was originally three scriptures. A Tao Te Ching, a Moderation, and a Lotus Sutra. The three verses float in the air, and there is light.

Lao Dao looked at these three scriptures and pondered for a moment, his expression was happy, and then he sighed again. Lao Dao stood up, took off the dust from the statue of the Salvation Heavenly Venerable and waved it gently, making it a Taoist method of cutting three corpses and nine insects.

The old Taoist whisk has been waved down, and said: "Break Peng Jiao, remove lust, enter my door, if you can cultivate the golden pill fruit in the future, you can sit on the lotus platform." "The old man's voice is loud and clear, if it is full of truth.

Let's say that on the bridge, Li Zhiyu and Zhao Qingrou were hugging each other, and their bodies were like thorns in their backs, and they were in pain. At this moment, the majestic voice came from the nine heavens. Li Zhiyu's eyes were slightly clear. Looking left and right, I only saw the fragrant flowers and treasures that I had just seen, and the Buddha sitting on the lotus platform had all disappeared. Instead, evil spirits eat each other, and ghosts are bloodthirsty. Looking a little farther, I saw that some people were tortured by axes, some were slashed by swords, some were slashed by swords, some were slashed by their hearts, and some were struck by lightning. Li Zhiyu was shocked in his heart and took two steps back.

"Li Zhiyu, come with the old man. The sound of vicissitudes came again, Li Zhiyu looked back, and saw nine lotus flowers blooming behind him, a candle spontaneously combusted without fire, and the fairy sound was bursting, and the fragrance was turbulent. looked at Zhao Qingrou's slender shadow in front of him again, and was reluctant to give up.

"Even though three corpses have been beheaded, but they are still sinking like this, there is no certainty in fate. Lao Dao sighed softly, and the candle in front of him became more and more flaring, as if it had the potential to reach the sky.

At this moment, lotus flowers rose up, and a rope like smoke came from the void, wrapped around Li Zhiyu's body and retreated. Lao Dao bit his tongue lightly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, Taiyi rescued the suffering Tianzun like a golden light, and there were faint fairy bouquets around him, and the gods would hold the halberd.

Returning to the bridge, the figure that seemed to be Zhao Qingrou shouted loudly, the originally blurred face was instantly clear, and the figure's lips were wide open, but the words were vague, and Li Zhiyu didn't hear it very clearly. When she looked back at the figure, she saw blood gushing out of her body, and her green fingers were full of white bones at the moment, prostrate on the ground, and she eagerly stretched out a palm to grab Li Zhiyu. Li Zhiyu was frightened in his heart, shouted, and fainted.

"You kid, today let the poor Dao break through the catastrophe of life and death, and realize the Heavenly Treasure Seal. But let the old man consume the essence and blood, and it was a lot of luck, but now it is two clear, the Taoist priest's eyebrows are lowered, and there is a slight smile on his face. He took out a pot of wine from behind the statue and walked to the backyard path.

The backyard path was slightly tortuous, twisting and turning, as if the young Taoist priest had a hard time walking, but the old Taoist looked as usual, and passed by leisurely. In a short time, the old road had drifted beyond the hut.

Seeing that the lights and candles in the house were dimmed, and there was light in the stars and moon around him, Lao Dao smiled softly, and his face was quite complacent. Lao Dao's sleeve robe fluttered, opened the door, and saw that Zhang Yunhui sitting in the corner, his body was still trembling, and he was chanting words in his mouth, reciting the name of Taiyi Saving Suffering Tianzun, Lao Dao saw this and smiled slightly.

Some people laughed when Zhang Yunhui heard it, thinking that Tianzun was sacred, and he was even more sincere, and the sound of his forehead knocking on the ground could be heard.

"Mo Bai! Poor Dao is not a manifestation of Heavenly Venerable. Lao Dao said softly, his tone slightly happy. Zhang Yunhui was overjoyed when he first heard what people said. I can distinguish this voice carefully, but it is a little unclear. Zhang Yunhui muttered in his heart, after six years of being a monk, most of the people in the temple are known, but there is no Taoist in the temple who is consistent with this voice. In recent days, there have been no outsiders visiting Guanzhong, and no nearby villagers have become monks, so whose voice is this? Zhang Yunhui muttered in his heart, unable to understand the source.

Lao Dao smiled helplessly, walked lightly, walked to Li Zhiyu and the others, took out a black bag from his sleeve, and took out twelve silver needles. The old Taoist sleeve robe swayed, and six of the twelve silver needles were inserted into Li Zhiyu's six acupuncture points in Daling, Qu Ze, Baihui, Neiguan, Waiguan, and Hegu, and the remaining six were inserted into Zhao Qingrou's six acupuncture points. The Taoist priest stroked his beard and smiled, and said: "Since I am a person in the Taoist Gate, I don't know how to massage the acupoints and many other methods, but how to be born to save people, how to cultivate the golden pill into a positive fruit, and how to pass through the immortal gate in this mortal world." After the old Taoist finished speaking, he looked at the young Taoist priest. Zhang Yunhui bowed his head and said nothing, his fingers touched the door beam, and drew a mottled line.

After a cup of tea, the Taoist priest saw that the chests of the two had gradually risen and fallen, and said, "You take off the silver needle, take off the shoes and socks of the two, wipe the hands and feet of the two, press the Baihui acupoints, push the Daling, rub the inner and outer passes, pinch and pinch the valley, and when the two wake up, they are calling me." After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes and sat quietly.

Zhang Yunhui listened to the words and wanted to ignore them. It can be seen that Lao Dao Yun made the two of them turn around in a light breeze, thinking of the scene of Lao Dao sitting alone in the atrium, only to feel that this must be an unborn master, and he dare not disobey. walked to the side of the two, massaged and kneaded many acupuncture points of the two, and after half a while, the eyes of the two opened slightly, and finally woke up.

The old Taoist priest saw the two of them wake up, turned around, looked at Li Zhiyu and said: "Little guy, you have broken the dirt of the poor Dao, and you have broken the poor Dao for ten years. Lao Dao said with a pleasant face.

Li Zhiyu didn't take the words, but just turned around and looked at Zhao Qingrou who was rubbing her eyes. Lao Dao smiled helplessly, thinking that he had killed Peng Jiao for this little guy before, but he was still indulging in the pleasure of eating and drinking for men and women, and he was secretly surprised in his heart.

Zhao Qingrou opened her eyes and looked at the walls around her with a slight red light. The house is a little cramped, and although there is a bed under him, it is only dry grass, and his heart is unhappy. Thinking back to the big pit before, and now there is Peng Zhai under him, I feel a little relieved.

Zhao Qingrou glanced at the young man in front of her, and saw that the young man's eyes were staring at her without moving, she felt a little shy, and said coquettishly: "Look, don't you resent this girl for dragging you into that big pit, causing you to do this, so you blame this girl." Li Zhiyu smiled when he heard this, remembering that in that illusory realm, Zhao Qing smiled softly, and treated himself with open arms, as if he wanted to see himself in his arms, Li Zhiyu felt that it was good. Although Zhao Qingrou's attitude is different from that of the north and south in the seemingly illusory realm, Li Zhiyu also feels quiet.

"Well, I don't know what the little layman is thinking?" said the old man softly, with a slight expectation in his eyes. Li Zhiyu listened to the old question, and he was embarrassed in his heart. Fang Cai only cared about talking to Zhao Qingrou, but he forgot the previous words of this Taoist priest. Li Zhiyu was slightly ashamed, scratched his head and said: "It seems that a person like a Taoist who can't be enlightened by great magical powers, how can the younger generation be enlightened." ”

Lao Dao stroked his beard and smiled: "Little brother doesn't know. The Tao often does nothing but does something. There are traces and traces of human accidents in the world. Or say that Seon lost his horse, or that he covered his ears and stole the bell, how can many rights and wrongs be judged by one person. In the past, Qi Benshou met an eighty-year-old nun, frozen to death, the line stopped, and the peers were not saved, but Qi Benshou did not take it as a monk and did not save, gave him a coat, promised soup and rice, and for a year, the real person said that his teacher said: Three clear and to, I should be respectful. It is a common blessing to the void, and Luo worships on the ground. After the ceremony, he said to the crowd, and suddenly said: I am full of merit, and the dust is exhausted, and I will go. After finishing speaking, he hurried away and disappeared in an instant. That little layman, you said, how did this Qi Benshou save an old nun and be ignited and flew away, besides, you have a great opportunity to get this treasure in the small room, how can you be ordinary. After Lao Dao finished speaking, he took out the "Lu Shu" bone from his arms and handed it to Li Zhiyu.

Li Zhiyu's expression was slightly startled, and after touching it from his arms for a moment, he realized that the piece of deer Shu bone he was carrying in his arms had arrived in the hands of this old Taoist at some point.

Li Zhiyu said with a smile: "The Taoist is highly moral, but how can he steal this phalotype of mine." Lao Dao looked at the young man as if he was reproachful, and said with a smile: "Looking at the little brother's expression, I don't know the fineness of this bone. ”

"Lushu, the mountain of Qiyang, there are beasts, its shape is like a horse and white head, its text is like a tiger and red tail, its sound is like a ballad, its name is called Lushu, Pei Zhiyi descendants. Although Lu Shu is suitable for his descendants, but the little layman's Lushu phalange bone is not the same, can the little layman know the reason?" I got this phalange bone for more than a month, although I occasionally touched it, but its color is also mediocre, and its quality is also obvious, there is no other fine and unfathomable place, and how can there be many subtleties that the old Tao said at this moment. Li Zhiyu took a closer look at the bone again, still puzzled.

"Your phaloess has been blessed by the three true people of the Three Religions, including the words of the sages and the self-improvement of the gentlemen, the immortals painting the Tao and the nature, and the statues of the Western Buddha. It's different. Lao Dao muttered in a low voice. Li Zhiyu was still puzzled.

Lao Dao was helpless, so he had to say: "Idiots talk stupidly, you look at flowers in the fog, and when the time comes, you will understand." After Lao Dao finished speaking, he lowered his head and whispered in Li Zhiyu's ear, and then looked at Zhang Yunhui, who was silent alone, and said: "People have sex, things have quality, don't be dusty." After saying that, the old way drifted away.

Li Zhiyu turned his head to look at Zhao Qingrou, and said softly, "You have to cooperate with me tomorrow." Zhao Qingrou smiled and didn't speak, just looked at Li Zhiyu.

The moonlight is heavy, and the first load is slightly caged. Outside the house, frogs chirp one after another, and they are very noisy in the night.

The moon that Li Zhiyu and the two talked about gradually disappeared in the east, and then they began to feel hungry in their stomachs. Just as she was looking for food and soup, Zhao Qingrou patted Li Zhiyu on the shoulder and fingered lightly. Li Zhiyu took a closer look, but it was the little soup left over from the previous Zhang Yunhui. The two of them had no choice but to eat this scrap of soup and scorch it cold. After the two of them were full of appetite and sleep, Zhang Yunhui had already snored and sleepwalked for nine days.