The temperature in the wax moon is relatively low, let alone the riverside in Yinshi.

In winter, even hard-working people are estimated to be still on the kang on weekdays, but today is very different.

The old and young of Linjiang Village surrounded the bank of the Minjiang River that fed this mountain and river, there was only an arc-shaped open space left in the middle, a desk was placed in the middle, a young Taoist priest stood in the center and closed his eyes to recuperate, and the torches in the hands of the villagers on the side dyed the Taoist priest's face with a layer of gold.

There are five plates on the desk, which are full of grains, a three-legged tripod on the front side of the plate, two candlesticks on both sides, and a pile of rune paper on the desk is pressed under the bronze seal.

"Silence!"

Probably thinking that the time was almost up, the young Taoist priest in the middle snorted softly.

The crowd around the young Taoist priest suddenly quieted down, even young children did not dare to speak out in confusion, and several people close to the river subconsciously took two steps back, as if there was some monster in the black and oppressive river.

The young Taoist priest stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, waved his hands, his sleeves made a clear sound, he didn't squint, walked to the desk, picked up the three more incense sticks and put them on the candlestick, took back the lit incense, and the Taoist priest gently extinguished the incense with an open flame with his hand, and inserted it in the middle of this small tripod brought down from Qingcheng Mountain.

He took out a water bowl from the side of the desk, walked to the river, scooped a bowl of water, and walked back and put it on the desk.

"Qingcheng sent Li Wangchuan, the seventeenth generation disciple of Zhang Tianshi, to invite Lao Wang in Minjiang!"

Just after Li Lichuan spoke out with words, Liu Cunzheng took the lead and knelt down towards the desk, and the villagers behind Liu Cunzheng did not hesitate much when they saw this, like pouring wheat, they lowered their heads and did not dare to raise them.

Li Lichuan pulled out the peachwood sword behind him, stepped forward, and danced with a step.

Li Lichuan actually doesn't know the way of sacrificing, and in the words of the fourth senior brother Qian Zhi, it is "the work of eating, you can't do it off." ”

Li Lichuan still remembered that he asked the fourth senior brother once in Peng Zufeng, "Do you believe in this thing?"

The senior brother replied like this: "I believe that there are gods three feet above my head, and I believe more than anyone else!"

"And what if I don't believe me?"

"Senior brother, it's good for me to believe it, I have more, I can bring your share a little. ”

This may be the reason why the fourth senior brother can't even remember the name of the junior of the Qingcheng faction, but he remembers the Taoist sacrifice of the hundred precepts.

Li Lichuan danced Qingcheng Mountain's "Cangsong Sword Technique", as for why he danced this partial "Cangsong Sword Technique"?

It's nothing more than dragging out the time, because just now Li Lichuan remembered that he didn't know the process of the sacrifice, and chased the ducks on the shelf and shouted two sentences to bluff the villagers, and then found that he didn't know what the sacrificial text was, so he had to find the most cumbersome and most out-of-the-way swordsmanship in Qingcheng Mountain to fill the number, he naturally didn't prepare to dance one hundred and eight styles, if he really wanted that, it was estimated that he would be able to lie down tired.

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"Hula......"

A pile of ignited rune paper was thrown to the surface of the river by Li Lichuan, and the sky was full of sparks.

"Congratulations to the Dragon King!"

The villagers behind him suddenly heard this voice, and hurriedly shouted, and then kowtowed.

Li Lichuan walked aside a little tired, put the peach wood sword on his back, and grinned, now he really admired the fourth senior brother for being able to do those cumbersome rituals.

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After a while, the crowd gathered here dispersed, and Liu Cunzheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and came over.

"Li Xiao Immortal, Li Xiao Immortal, what does this Dragon Lord say?"

Liu Cunzheng looked at him worriedly.

"What do you want him to say?"

Li Lichuan looked at him with a smile, Liu Cunzheng saw Li Lichuan smiling at him, his face was happy, and he thanked Li Lichuan again and again.

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After packing up the things on the desk, he walked towards Jiu'er's house in a hurry, Liu Cun was going to help Li Lichuan take it, so he held Xiaoding in his hand and followed behind.

"Little fairy, this is the silver taels made up in the village, I just hope that I don't dislike it. Liu Cunzheng walked to the door of Jiu'er's house, put the three-legged small tripod in his hand on the ground, took out a piece of cloth from his arms, and carefully spread the cloth to reveal the silver coins inside.

Li Lichuan smiled, reached out and took one of the silver nudes, there were about one or two, "This is enough, buy realgar for the rest, bury it at the head of the village, bury it at the end of the village, bury it a little more on the river, and this matter will be over." ”

"Huh?"

Liu Cunzheng was obviously stunned, stunned for a moment, and nodded hurriedly, but he was a little confused, for some reason he had just finished the Fa and went to buy what Laoshi Zixionghuang, fortunately, this little fairy did not dislike the lack of money.

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Liu Cun was turning his head to think about when to buy some realgar and come back, when Li Lichuan's voice, which had just finished explaining to him, came from inside the house.

"Liu Cunzheng, I don't know how to get to Jincheng?"

"Thirty miles northwest of the village, go over the mountain, and go straight to Jincheng. ”

"Thank you. ”

Li Lichuan put the scattered things into the package, carried them on his back, hung the wine gourd on his waist again, and looked at the little girl who was lying in a daze on the clothes.

With their hands firmly and horizontally, they walked out of the house and strode directly in the northwest direction.

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The so-called Buddha practice muscles, Tao nourishing qi, will grind the gall, Buddhist disciples practice a body of muscles and bones, with Zen Buddhism and Luohan Temple as one of the only, soldiers hone a body of courage, thousands of troops in front of the battle, I have no waves in my heart. Taoism emphasizes qi cultivation and kung fu, which is expensive in longevity, which is also an important reason why Taoists live a long life. As for the swordsman, he kills hard, a Qingfeng goes everywhere, and many swordsmen die young, but which young man in the rivers and lakes does not yearn to break into the world with a sword?

Even Li Lichuan, who prides himself on being good at qi cultivation and kung fu, is tired enough after running a big living person weighing dozens of pounds for thirty miles.

The city wall of ten zhang high looks magnificent, the huge stone carving "Jincheng" above the city gate, now it is about the time of the egg, the city gate has been wide open, there is a not short line at the city gate, several soldiers wearing iron armor are checking the people who enter, rummaging and picking up from time to time.

Before Li Lichuan could rest for a while, a man who was sitting on the side at the door saw a little Taoist priest in a green shirt, his eyes lit up, and he walked towards Li Lichuan.

"Where did the Taoist come from?"

A swarthy bearded face leaned towards Li Lichuan, followed by a smell of sweat, thinking that he hadn't taken a shower for a long time.

"Well, the poor road comes from Qingcheng Mountain. Li Lichuan, who was confused, reported his name for unknown reasons.

"It turned out to be the Taoist chief of Qingcheng Mountain, please inside, please inside. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand to the soldiers inside,

"Stand back, hurry!" shouted the soldiers inside, clearing a path for the crowded city walls.

The small people who lined up at the gate of the city to check on the people who had gone in didn't know why, and whispered.

"Who is this man?"

"Maybe it's a son!"

"Look at that history, it should be not small!"

"What kind of son, which son hugs a poor girl? Obviously a little Taoist priest, okay, can't you see the peach wood sword?"

"Tsk, this Taoist priest can also marry a wife?"

"Shut your leaky mouth, and beware of the misfortune that comes out of your mouth. A middle-aged man who guessed that the man was a Taoist priest sneered. This history is greeted and received, where can these people arrange, if they are unlucky and can be played to death, no matter how small the officials are, they are not something that the people can provoke at will.

Li Lichuan didn't think much about it, and walked in with Jiu'er, thanked him as he left, and walked in casually towards the place where there was a lot of people on the side.

Not long after I met a peer, dressed as a Taoist priest of Youfang, plain clothes and scarves, fairy wind bones, with a long white beard, he looked quite old, but he was very energetic, his face was ruddy, he was holding a bamboo pole in his hand, and a banner was hung on it.

I didn't plan to pay attention to it, but I was stopped by this traveling Taoist priest.

"Fellow Daoists, please stay!"

Li Lichuan stopped, turned around angrily, and shook off a sentence: "What are you doing?"

It's no wonder that Li Lichuan is not in a good mood, not to mention a few Taoist priests on Qingcheng Mountain, none of whom are easy to get along with, just talk about himself, and just go down the mountain and start to "swagger and deceive".

Yes, Li Lichuan defined himself as a swaggering Taoist priest, although he roughly guessed that the scourge of the village was a big python estimated to be decades old, but there was no way to find it, the Minjiang River is so big, who knows where it is hidden, even if it is found, it may not be able to get rid of it, this is also the reason why he is not embarrassed to take the dozen taels of silver, take one or two is the right to sell talisman paper, but what makes him feel at ease is that he saved a person, so that Liu Cun is burying the realgar is somewhat useful.

It is said that all things have spirits, as long as this life lasts for a long time, even a pig has become a sperm, not to mention the big python that belongs to the dragon and snake, although it may not be afraid of the realgar, but at least it should not be liked, I think it should be far away, presumably it can also make the village a little more peaceful.

By his own analogy, Taoist priests are probably not a good thing, regardless of factions and the like, and when he saw the handwriting on the cloth strip, he knew that he had met an old liar again.

"Fellow Daoist, go straight ahead, turn right at the end of this street, the third medical hall, that old man has the best medical skills. Daoist You Fang probably guessed something, and he was not annoyed, touching a handful of neat gray beards and adding with a smile, "And it's the cheapest!"

Li Lichuan paused, turned around, and because his hands were empty, he looked at this Taoist priest with a little complication, "Thank you, Daoist." ”

"No thanks, little cub of Qingcheng Mountain!" laughed.

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Sure enough, as the old Taoist priest said, this is the cheapest, and he took a total of six dollars of silver for medical treatment and medicine, and there is also a young man who helps decoction medicine.

When he came over, the old man rushed at him and said, "Why did you send it here now! I'm afraid I won't burn a fool if it's a few hours late." ”

Li Lichuan stood aside, embarrassed and speechless, he couldn't say, "I'm leaving the village to do it, where can I have time to ......?"

Standing aside and waiting, the little girl was lying on the floor, her forehead was hot, the little girl should have been woken up when she entered the city, her eyes were blank, and she was talking nonsense.

"A-Niang...... Jiu'er misses you......"

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