The practice of calligraphy should not be rushed for quick success, and when the breeze is not successful, he meditates and rests.

After regaining his energy, he spent the afternoon working in a vegetable field not far from the Taoist temple, and did not return to the temple until the sun was about to set.

First fried a dish of green vegetables and served the rice, Qingfeng then took out "Lao Tzu", "Huang Ting Jing" and other scriptures, and started the evening class by candlelight.

Although the Taoist temple was connected to electricity a few years ago, there are no modern electrical appliances in the temple except for the roots that heat quickly to boil water for drinking.

Not to mention the TV computer, mobile phone Aipai and other entertainment equipment, in Qingfeng's memory, the last time I watched TV was in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

It's not that the Guannai has to maintain the ancient way of life, but since the death of the master, there have been fewer and fewer people who come to ask the servant hexagram.

In addition, a large number of people went to the city to work, and the ancestor was not allowed to collect money by the method of Taoism, so the money he could earn was naturally very little.

Fortunately, many old people in the village under the mountain have received the favor of the master in the past, and they also know about the entu, and Qingfeng himself is also diligent and willing to work, otherwise the incense in the temple would have been cut off.

After finishing the evening class, I lay on the bed with a clean breeze, and my mind was thinking that I would find some work tomorrow to make up for the expenses, and after planning things, I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep after a while.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and at some point a strong wind blew, and in an instant heavy rain poured down with thunder.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap rang out.

In the shed next to the Taoist temple, the workers in their sleep were woken up a lot, but most of them scolded and fell asleep again as soon as they turned over, but there were also three or two groping and crawling out of bed, ready to go out to relieve themselves.

After the release, several workers returned to the shed and were just about to enter, when they saw a bolt of lightning strike again, shattering the tiles on the roof of the Taoist temple not far away.

Secretly rejoicing, several people quickly flashed into the house, as for what people or things were split in the Taoist temple, and what did it have to do with them.

"Smack!"

Qingfeng was awakened in his sleep, and listening to the sound of the rapid rain outside the house, and the sound of falling tiles on the ground, he knew that the house that had been in disrepair for a long time was leaking again.

Quickly got up and put on clothes, and Qingfeng ran out of the side hall to check them one by one, in case some things such as scriptures, books, incense, candles and other things in the other rooms were wet.

"It's broken!"

Finally, seeing that it was the tiles of the main hall that fell, Qingfeng hurriedly pushed the door and ran in, and sure enough, the tablets of several ancestors were shaking in the wind and rain.

Ignoring other objects, Qingfeng first stepped forward and took the ancestor's tablet into his arms, then quickly picked up a peachwood sword on the wooden frame and inserted it behind his back, and then hurriedly wiped the water marks on the tablet with his sleeve.

"Sins and sins, don't blame the ancestors!"

Move the dried cards to a clean place, Qingfeng finds the incense burner, lights a few sticks of incense that have not been wet, and prays sincerely.

Then he got up, looked at the big hole in the roof, and thought about how much money it would cost to fix it.

There was still thunder in the sky outside the house, and at that moment, a bolt of lightning suddenly burst in through the hole in the roof and hit the beam above Qingfeng's head.

Qingfeng was really taken aback, even if he had practiced martial arts for many years, he didn't react at all, if this was split on him, he wouldn't immediately turn into ashes.

Qingfeng, who dodged the hole, was about to confess to Master Zu again, but was stunned by the scene that followed.

I saw that the lightning bolts one after another, suddenly slashed down from the sky towards the position just now, and in the end, even directly formed a chain, tightly connected to the beam of the Taoist temple.

And a mirror-shaped object slowly flew up from the beam of the room, swallowing the chain of thunder and lightning into it, and blooming with a strange brilliance.

"This, isn't this my own demon mirror!"

The breeze in the main hall tilted his head vigorously and muttered to himself as he looked at the mirror-like object floating in the air.

If he remembered correctly, there was indeed a mirror on the beam of the house that had been handed down from his ancestors' generation, and he even played with it as a toy when he was a child, but no one ever told him that the mirror could absorb thunder and lightning.

After a while, the mirror, as if it had eaten and drunk enough, took the initiative to stop absorbing the thunder and lightning, and the bright but not dazzling light slowly fell from the air.

Seeing this, Qingfeng hurriedly stepped forward and held the demon mirror tightly in his hand, although he didn't know why such a strange scene would occur, but if he accidentally damaged the mirror, it would be a big sin.

After a closer look, Qingfeng found that the appearance of the mirror had changed a lot, and the rust that could not be wiped off had disappeared completely, and three ancient characters appeared on the back.

It's a pity that Qingfeng doesn't know this ancient text, but according to the story passed down from the master, the ancestor once used this mirror to subdue demons and subdue demons, so it must be a demon mirror.

Just as he was about to put the mirror up properly, about to check whether the house was damaged under the thunder, Qingfeng suddenly found that his hands were tightly glued to the edge of the mirror, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

At the same time, the mirror facing him emitted a ray of brilliance, which quickly rotated from slow to fast, and an irresistible suction force was generated.

Qingfeng only felt that he was faint in front of him, and he lost consciousness in an instant, not knowing that after he passed out, the magical demon mirror suddenly sucked him in, and then instantly bloomed and disappeared without a trace.

The moonlight was hidden behind the dark clouds, the breeze was gentle between the mountains and forests, the leaves were blown to the rattle, and the howl of wild wolves could be faintly heard in the distance.

Behind a faint light, two figures walked side by side on the winding path.

"Senior brother, you and I are new to the city, we must not be so reckless again, the loss of business is small, and the reputation of the master must not be disgraced!" One of them walked and seduced the people beside him.

"I know, these rich people have a lot of problems, they have to wash their hands when they eat, they can't pick their noses, and they can't pick their ears!"

Although the latter responded, his words were full of disbelief, and he spat hard at the side of the road after speaking.

"You ......"

The former also wanted to say a few words of persuasion, but he was suddenly stunned, looked carefully in front for a while, and said to the latter: "It's not good, there is a situation ahead, come with me!"

"What's wrong?"

The latter hurriedly caught up with the footsteps, and looked in the direction of the former, and was also shocked, it turned out that in front of the gate of their temporary residence, there was a figure lying in front of the door of their temporary residence, which did not know whether it was dead or alive.

"Fellow Daoist, wake up!"

In a daze, Qingfeng heard someone calling easily in his ear, and after slowly opening his eyes, he found himself lying on the ground, leaning on the arms of a square-faced man dressed in Taoist robes.

Next to the square-faced man, there was also a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who was looking at him with curious eyes, but the small action of constantly buttoning his mouth and picking his nose was really disgusting.

"Fellow Daoist, you finally woke up, what happened to make you faint in front of this Yizhuang gate!"

The square-faced man holding the breeze furrowed his eyebrows and asked in a concerned tone.

"I ......"

Qingfeng was about to reply, but he felt a headache, and he fainted again and fell softly into the other party's arms.