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As a result, the monks from outside were so good at chanting the scriptures that they robbed the land and incense, which made many sects of Taoism very annoyed. Helplessly, people have the support of the dynasty, so they can't help it.

At present, the world is in turmoil, but in the eyes of the people in the Daomen, it is an opportunity.

Xiaoyao Fudao is a Taoist priest, and naturally he can't look down on monks, thinking that when he was in Nanyang Mansion, Chen Sanlang saw him for the first time, and this guy went to the temple to dismantle the stage. Now that the time is running, there is actually a monk who has come to dismantle his platform.

Seeing the old monk, the Taoist priest's heart jumped, and the monks saw each other, without making a move, they knew each other's depths: it seems that the other party is not good!

The old monk joined forces and smiled: "I've seen Taoist friends." ”

Xiaoyao Fudao also has a joke: "The master is here, what are you doing?"

It's not that he wants to do anything before the soldiers, the key is that this old monk's skills are unfathomable, and he can't do it himself.

The old monk stood in the courtyard and looked up: "This view of the incense is prosperous, I think it must be the city ** Feng." ”

"Not bad. ”

Xiaoyao Fudao admitted loudly.

This enshrinement title was sealed by Chen Sanlang.

The old monk nodded: "That's just right, the old man is going to come to this city to do business, these days, it's best for Taoist friends to sit in the middle of the watch and don't go out." ”

Xiaoyao Fudao sneered: "Speaking of which, don't you just want to be unfavorable to the scholar? Tell you, no way! Even if this Daoist Master can't fight, he has to fight!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and revealed something, which was the scroll of psychic charms, boxy, three feet long, open, with a simple view painted on it, a bare mountain, and a circle in the upper right corner, like the sun, but dull.

As soon as he bit his middle finger, blood flowed out and he smeared it on the circle.

Stained with blood, the entire scroll seemed to come to life at once, and there were inexplicable power fluctuations that diffused. The two boys who rushed to hear the news felt the huge pressure, sat on the ground, and hurriedly retreated.

The old monk still smiled: "Why do you have to do it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to deal with scholars, pass the level of this Taoist master first!"

As he spoke, the spell was raised, and the mountain on the scroll faintly took shape, pressing down on the old monk's head.

This scroll can be called the treasure of the Laoshan faction, and it has great power, almost close to the magic weapon level.

Seeing the mountain, the old monk was not in a hurry, stretched out his hand to volley a little, and the mountain could not be pressed down, and was isolated in the air.

The mana of the Joyful Rich Dao was exhausted, and he was sweating profusely, but he finally had no choice but to do it - his cultivation realm was really shallow, and he couldn't cast all the power of the psychic charm, otherwise, even if the old monk could resist it, he would definitely not be so lightly understated.

The old monk's face was indifferent, and he puffed up violently.

Cracking sound!

There was a crisp sound, and the faintly formed mountain was torn apart, and finally disappeared into nothing.

"You!"

Xiaoyao Fudao shouted angrily, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and almost fell to the ground, only holding his breath and refusing to fall, but his face turned white.

He looked at the charm in his hand, and saw the landscape above, and there were wisps of cracks on the simple mountain, as if the thickness of a hair was cracked.

This magic vessel has been damaged.

Xiaoyao Fudao was shocked, angry, and pityful, and stared at the old monk with his eyes like fire: "What a bald donkey, it actually broke my magic weapon!"

This thing has been inherited for thousands of years, has experienced countless vicissitudes, and has also suffered many blows and injuries. In fact, it is not too heavy now, and it will take some time to repair it.

The Taoist priest couldn't swallow this breath.

The old monk broke his method with one move, decided the victory, ignored it, turned around and left, and slowly disappeared into the twilight that began to fall.

"Viewer, are you alright?"

The boy came over and asked with concern.

Xiaoyao Fudao stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said hatefully: "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

For this old monk, he knows a little bit, but he was born in the White Horse Temple, the law name: "clear space", the background is not low, and he is the junior brother of the national teacher. He has been sitting in meditation on the flying tower in Yangzhou for many years, and it is rumored that he is here to stay, waiting for someone to come.

However, later, this clear space appeared in Jing County, and it was entangled to cross Chen Sanlang into the empty door. Now, he has chased him to Laoshan Mansion, and he is really a thief.

Qingfeng said in a low voice: "Lord Guan, why don't you go and tell the city lord." ”

Hearing this, the Taoist priest thought that Chen Sanlang was about to get married, and he came to the door in the clear space of this bone joint, which was simply unreasonable. When he was in Jing County, he couldn't succeed, and now, he is even more doomed to failure, so he said: "You don't have to go out, if you lose to this bald donkey, you can't take care of this matter anymore, it's the rule of the Daomen." ”

After a pause, he said, "I'm afraid that I already know about it, so I don't need to say it." ”

......

In the evening, twilight fell.

In the mansion behind the mansion, Chen Sanlang was having dinner with his mother. At the same table, there are two sisters and two brothers-in-law. The four of them sat together, and it was a family reunion.

The dishes on the table are quite rich, there are two kinds of seasonal vegetables, there are melons and fried meat, there are steamed eggs, and a chicken is killed, the meat is cut white, and the soup is drunk separately.

Chen Sanlang likes to eat this kind of chicken the most, and he let him digest both chicken legs.

There are rules for eating, and food is silent, so talk less, eat more, and drink soup.

After three bowls of rice, he drank a big bowl of soup, and Chen Sanlang was full of food and drink. Chen Wang and the others also ate well, and asked people to remove the table and bring some tea.

"Dad, mother!"

The crisp children's voice, it turned out that the child of the Jiangcao Qi family woke up, and an old mother came over, the child was nearly two years old, and he was already staggering, chubby, and quite cute.

Jiang Cao went up and picked up his son, his face was full of doting, not like a general galloping on the battlefield at all.

Chen Wang was also happy when he saw his grandson, and said, "Come, give me a hug." ”

Jiang Caoqi gave her the child and joked to Chen Sanlang: "Sanlang, after getting married, you have to work hard." ”

Chen Ermei echoed: "No, you look at your mother, you don't know how much you want to hold your grandson." ”

Facing his mother's eyes, Chen Sanlang coughed dryly: "It's almost there." ”

It's really fast, and when you get married, as long as there is nothing wrong, isn't it all a logical thing.

Suddenly, his heart jumped, and he couldn't help but look up at the door, and his face showed surprise.

The door is empty, look farther, is the night sky, tonight should be the moon and stars.

Jiang Caoqi noticed his expression and couldn't help asking, "San Lang, what's wrong?"

Chen Sanlang replied: "It's okay, it's just a sudden whim, and it seems that I feel that an old man has arrived in Laoshan." ”

"The deceased?"

Jiang Caoqi didn't know why, and he didn't think too much about it, so he went to tease the child.