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Yesterday evening, the city was full of twilight rain and flowers, and this morning, thousands of green dragons appeared.

Not to mention the wind, snow and hail, like a natural disaster, and then there are blue light, Xuanhuang gas, black flames covering the sky, and the gods will cross the sky, the green rainbow is shocking, the demons and ghosts are soaring, and the immortals and Buddhas are falling into the pearls, and finally there is a green dragon and a golden dog next to the human body to bite into a ball, that is called a dazzling, even a flash, it is like rain, how have the people at the feet of the Son of Heaven seen this?

But if you really haven't seen it, it's not necessarily, many people finally remember the ancient stories they heard from their elders when they were young, and today they know that those seemingly absurd and mysterious legends are all true!

In Beijing, everyone also vaguely heard that it seems that in recent years, the Great Zhou is not very peaceful, this society is turbulent, there will be demons, the gods fight, naturally mortals suffer, so as soon as the day clears, the people who live near the Ziyang Temple do not care whether they originally worship God or not, they have gathered outside the gate, just waiting for the Taoist priest in the temple to open the door to welcome guests, so that they can go in and put on a stick of incense, kowtow a few heads, and ask for a peace of mind.

It didn't take long for the gate to open, but unfortunately it was not a welcome.

The Taoist priests in the temple all had gloomy faces, some of them were still a little flustered, they were all carrying simple bags, a posture of going out, and some even had no luggage, but they all carried swords and rushed out.

Seeing that these Taoists were not good, no one stepped forward to touch their heads, and when they walked away, the people looked at each other, and they were a little confused.

At this time, another person walked out of the door, a young man dressed as a scholar, his appearance was not the posture of a middle-aged person, but he was very lofty and temperamental, which was in response to the sentence "There is poetry and calligraphy in the belly".

He saluted the people outside the door, and said loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, the old Guan master Tuo Zuo informed that Ziyangguan will close the door from now on, and will no longer accept believers and incense.

Someone in the crowd recognized this person, and whispered to everyone that a large hall in the temple was going to be renovated and the murals needed to be repainted, and this was the painter invited by the old viewer.

I heard someone ask in a loud voice: "Mr. Zuo, what happened in the temple? It doesn't matter how many days the old master is closed, but this offering to the gods is not missing for a day, what should we do with the believers?"

The painter surnamed Zuo had finished speaking, but when he heard the words, he just shook his head, turned around and closed the gate, walked straight through the crowd, and went home by himself.

He temporarily lived in a house on the east side of the Taoist temple just separated by a wall, and in the early years, the original owner of the house donated it and it became the property of the Taoist temple.

Today, the Ziyang Guanshu is scattered, and the title deed of this courtyard has fallen into his hands again.

The painter surnamed Zuo closed the courtyard door and dropped the bolt to isolate the hustle and bustle in front of the Taoist temple.

The yard was very clean, and it could even be said that it was a little too clean, and there was not a single fallen leaf, and there was not even bird droppings, insects, ants, and the like.

The painter surnamed Zuo did not enter the main hall, but took out the key and opened the west wing room with the back of the Taoist temple.

He stood still outside the door for a moment, and then stepped in, closing the door as well.

The windows in the wing room are also closed, so that it looks a little dark, but it is also spotless.

The room was a little empty, with only a table on which there were pens, inkstones, and other things used in painting, but nothing else.

If there is anything unusual, it is that the wall facing is mottled with colors, and it is actually a mural painted on the entire wall.

On this wall, some mountain peaks and waterfalls, clouds and smoke are depicted, and above the sea of clouds in the center, a green dragon with flying scales and claws is emphatically depicted.

The painter is obviously highly skilled, and he paints this green dragon extremely smartly, if you look closely, it is quite similar to the one transformed by the sword qi of the heavenly people in Lingshan.

The only fly in the ointment is that the eyes of this green dragon are empty, and somehow they have not yet been eyeballed, so they still lack a little brilliance.

The painter surnamed Zuo looked at the mural for a long time, suddenly sighed, and muttered: "I witnessed with my own eyes today, my painting Longtang ancestor really has an old relationship with Lingshan, even if it is not a serious inheritance, it should be a little bit of the legacy of Lingshan Heavenly Sword Immortal, and even if he personally pointed out, I don't know, hey, who would have thought that the dignified generation of demon gate giants would be entangled with Daomen?"

He looked around, with a strange smile on his face: "Who would have thought that such a large Taoist temple, which is related to Lingshan and Qixian Ti, has become a place for my Zuo Hongdao?"

When he said this, Zuo Hongdao's whole temperament has changed greatly, obviously the eyebrows and eyes are still those eyebrows, and the bookish atmosphere on his body before is gone, showing a lazy and wild state, and there is some cynical gloom in it, which makes people know at a glance that this is a character who is not bound by the world.

His eyes were gloomy, and he suddenly turned the palm of his left hand, and the aura that seemed to be colorless and dark with colorful light came out of his palm.

The palm that was originally empty steamed with the aura, revealing a tattoo that resembled a cluster of blue-black flames.

Gradually, the flame rose upright, dancing and burning in the palm of his hand.

Zuo Hongdao stared at the flames for a long time, and his expression seemed to be quite dissatisfied.

His cultivation is not high, just practicing qi, it is not easy to release and condense the aura into shape, and after a long time, he is a little powerless, and the flame is like being subjected to the wind, rising and falling, and the light and extinguish are uncertain.

Seeing this, he did not delay any longer, and wiped the fresco with the flame in his hand.

Who knew that although his realm was ordinary, the aura was a little miraculous, and where the blue-black spiritual fire passed, the mottled color on the walls began to fade, and the large pieces of snow white were restored again.

Zuo Hongdao was so busy for a long time, and the entire area where the green dragon was located was wiped into a white wall along with the bottom, leaving only a small half of the mountain peaks above the wall and a sea of clouds.

He bit the index finger of his right hand, solemnly tapped twice at the position where it was originally the dragon's eye, took a few steps back and looked at it, as if he felt that the blood stains were a little dazzling, and walked to the front of the case, took a few paintbrushes, stained them with various colors, and threw them at the white wall.

There were immediately a lot more spots on the wall, which was much more natural than before.

"Well, that's what painting looks like. ”

Zuo Hongdao looked up and down again, and nodded with satisfaction: "These days in the Central Plains are well arranged, and I have to empty a few tricks of hidden chess, Buddhism will move his luck north, and he can go back and calmly perform it." ”

"Hmph, Jiangnan 480 Temple, pen Canglong 1008, it's time for the melon to ripen. What Lingshan and what Cereals Temple, when I come again, I will set this general trend to deviate and turn the universe upside down!"

He suddenly moved his ears, closed his mouth and listened, and there was a faint sound of bells and drums coming from the direction of the forbidden city.

The Son of Heaven is approaching, and the whole city hears this.

After listening quietly for a moment, Zuo Hongdao threw the brush away.

He looked up to the sky and laughed silently, indescribably wild and perverse.

Yanqiu Mountain, Ganquan Palace.

On the platform of more than 100 zhang to the ground, sometimes the clouds and mist are shrouded, and sometimes the long wind is mighty, and under the two majestic and splendid gold and bronze immortals, a banquet is set up early in the morning.

The banquet is also simple, but it is some fresh melons and fruits, and then it is the autumn morning nectar received by the golden and bronze immortals, and it is served in a jade cup.

There were fewer people going to the banquet, only the high priest of the Grain Temple and the Lingshan Sect Ge Baochuan and the two of them, each sitting opposite each other according to a few cases, and Duanmu Ci stood on the side with a jade pot.

When the Qinglong Golden Dog began to fight, the high priest put down the jade cup that had been served for a long time and only drank half of it, and said with a smile while watching Duanmu Ci fill the jade cup: "Ge Zhangjiao, fortunately, the old man is still calm, otherwise he would have to do it a few times, and let the old brother bury Xie Shanke!"

He raised his glass again, and his gray hair was blown up by the long wind on the stage: "Today, I have seen the Lingshan Heavenly and Human Sword, and I have benefited a lot, so I should be a big white!"

Ge Baochuan laughed and raised his glass to greet him: "It seems that the god lord came to the rescue of Xie Shanke, this move was not just unexpected by Ge someone!"

"But then again, this Xie Shanke is arrogant, and he wants to swallow the thousands of years of injustice in Heavenly Hell Mountain with his own strength, no wonder Sanjiazi has failed to have magical powers. With his talent, no matter how patient he is, he may not have no chance, but he is pitifully remembered by the god and the lord, and it will be a failure after all. My Lingshan has helped me so much, and the high priest invited me to drink a few cups of nectar from Tongtiantai, and this transaction is not a loss. ”

After that, he drank all the nectar in the cup and exclaimed: "The aura is rich, and it is really extraordinary." Today, I drank the nectar of the gold and bronze immortals, and then I saw the purple jade plate of the Thunder Emperor of the Five Directions, and the three treasures of the God of Grains King saw the second, which was really worth the trip!"

The high priest didn't care about Ge Baochuan's ridicule, Xie Shanke's cultivation is difficult, but once he succeeds, he is bound to have unmatched supernatural powers, he occupies the key place of Heavenly Hell Mountain, and he is rebellious and angry, and then he is afraid that even the god lord and the son of heaven will have to be accommodating, which is like now, at most, he is an ordinary supernatural power, or even weaker, and he will be controlled by the god master and cannot be free, so that many people in this capital can sleep peacefully.

On the other hand, Lingshan, this time he barely saved face, but it is not the case with Lizi, such a sharp weapon as the Heavenly and Human Sword is the sharpest only when it is not revealed, and it is so easy to take it out, hehe...... Yao Taiyi can achieve supernatural powers, and his violent and brave temperament is not without benefit, but if he does not change his course and cultivate his self-cultivation, he can only stop here in the future.

At that moment, he shook his head and said: "Xie Shanke's gains and losses, we don't have to worry about it, what is the heart of the god lord, it is not my generation to know, but Brother Yao Dao's temper is still so impatient, and he sacrificed the heavenly sword without saying a word, and in the long run, I am afraid it will not be the blessing of the world." ”

"Hmm, what does the High Priest mean that the Second Western Expedition is already inevitable?"

Ge Baochuan frowned slightly, he was knowingly asking, the god lord is transcendent in the world, and it is rare to meddle in worldly affairs like this, not that this person should be indifferent to the Lingshan Heavenly Sword, but the timing of the attack is really intriguing, and what kind of tacit understanding he has reached with the Son of Heaven also needs to continue to be tested. Thinking about it this way, Yao Taishang's sword is not without gain.

The high priest smiled but didn't answer, turned his head to Duanmu Ci and asked, "Ci, with the sword of the Yao Hall Lord, you can discern how much of the world's Dao people's hearts?"

Duanmu bowed and said, "Thank you for the teachings of the high priest." There was a sudden thought in my heart, and I was a little frightened when I thought about it, and I didn't know if I was right. ”

"Oh?"

The high priest was a little surprised, waved his hand, and said, "But it doesn't hurt to say it!"

Ge Baochuan also set his sights on it.

Duanmu Ci straightened up and said, "The Divine Lord and the Son of Heaven, don't you want to take away the luck of the Rong people and support a celestial man in the Buddha Gate?"

As soon as this question came out, it was quite earth-shattering, and for the high priest and Ge Baochuan, it could be regarded as piercing the last layer of window paper.

There was silence for a while.

The high priest pondered for a moment, glanced at Ge Baochuan, and said with a smile: "Ge Zhenren, I'm afraid that we have put Brother Yao's mind shallow." ”

Ge Baochuan sighed: "The high priest is only afraid that his heart is like a mirror for a long time, and Ge can guess one or two of the thoughts of the god, but it is ridiculous that when I came, I still had the idea of calming things down, hoping that the Son of Heaven would think about it again, but I didn't know that there was no luck under the general trend, and even this young man saw it, and he couldn't say that the Son of Heaven was already as strong as iron." ”

He took a deep look at Duanmu Ci: "The future life is terrifying, but it's a pity that I entered the Ceres Temple, and I don't have the surname Ji." If you come to Lingshan, after Ge, you don't want to be a second person......"

Seeing that the high priest was about to blow his beard and stare at him, Ge Baochuan hurriedly waved his hand and smiled: "A moment of gaffe, don't blame the high priest, it's not too early, Ge has been bothering for a long time, so I'll leave!"

He stood up: "High priest, sit in peace, don't work far away!"

The high priest looked up at the heavens, and it was only half past the morning, and it was not too early.

He knew that Ge Baochuan was unwilling, and he didn't want to stay longer, so he simply didn't break it, just waved his hand, and said goodbye.

After Ge Baochuan's figure disappeared at the steps for a long time, he said with a little crying and laughing: "Given, when it comes to such a thing, ordinary people can't cover the lid, so you have a rectum to the end, look, drive people away, right?"

Duanmu Ci also smiled: "Just look at the sword of the Yao Hall Master, I must have understood everything that should be understood, and the Ge Zhangjiao is pretending to be confused with understanding." However, there is another reason for giving evil words to drive people away. ”

He grabbed the jade pot in his hand and shook it: "The god has extended the life of the Son of Heaven, and used up the nectar essence accumulated over the years. ”

The high priest was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing, the laughter was old, but it was full of infinite pleasure.