The incense in the Taoist Patriarch's Hall is endless, and there is a special person in charge. The old Taoist priest took Zhou Cheng to stand outside the hall, and waited until the Taoist priests finished their evening class, and the Taoist priests came out one after another, and only after they were empty, did they take Zhou Cheng into the hall.

"The small crowd believes, enters the house to call people, and enters the temple to worship God. You go and kowtow to the immortals and put on the pillar incense!" I don't know why, when the old Taoist priest sent the three-pillar incense to Zhou Cheng, he always gave Zhou Cheng a particularly cautious feeling. The face is also very serious.

"Oh!" Zhou Cheng was nervous for no reason, looked at the incense in his hand and asked weakly: "God, fairy grandfather, this, this doesn't need money!"

Of course, Zhou Cheng has seen this kind of incense, and he doesn't rely on him to light firecrackers during the New Year? However, when Qingming went to the grave of his ancestors, his father and mother also deliberately spent money to buy it. Zhou Cheng has no money, he has a few gross tickets on him, which is the money for the car, if he is deceived, he will not be able to explain when he goes home tomorrow.

The old Taoist priest's eyelids jumped a few times, but Hao Xuan couldn't help it, how could he think that this little guy was cute and had a relationship with the Tao just now! Isn't it blasphemy to say such things in the patriarch's hall!

The old Taoist priest didn't know how many times he had repented before he calmed down and said, "Don't need money, go and incense!

"En!" Zhou Cheng nodded, after all, he grew up at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, how could he not have incense to the immortals.

"Well, then go!" The old Taoist priest waved his hand and let Zhou Cheng go to the incense alone.

Zhou Cheng "En" sounded, people under the eaves, can not help but bow their heads, obediently take the fragrance to the front of the statue, carefully a large number of this Taoist priest statue in a robe, with a long sword on his back, always feel that the eyes of the idol are always staring at themselves, quickly lowered his head, obediently lit the fragrance, swayed left and right, extinguished the flame, held the fragrance high and the forehead level, and respectfully inserted the fragrance into the incense burner with his left hand after saluting. Then he kowtowed respectfully three times before standing up.

A group of old Taoist priests saw Zhou Cheng's movements in their eyes, and it was rare for such a small child to do a smooth ride, so they nodded unconsciously. Just when the old Taoist priest was just satisfied and was about to beckon Zhou Cheng back, Zhou Cheng stood in front of the statue and suddenly stared at an ancient sword enshrined in front of the statue.

Zhou Cheng didn't know the rules, of course, he also knew that the things in the temple couldn't be taken indiscriminately. I don't know why, but I was unconsciously deeply attracted by the ancient sword, and I struggled hard to leave and couldn't take a step, and a chubby little pig's trotter grabbed towards the ancient sword uncontrollably.

"Stop!" The old Taoist's face changed greatly, and just as he finished speaking, Zhou Cheng's little hand had already touched the ancient sword.

In an instant, a crisp sound of the sword sounded, and the original simple and unpretentious ancient sword was glorious and generous in an instant, and the bright light pierced the hall like a sharp sword in an instant, and where the light shone, everything turned into a cloud of green smoke and disappeared.

Zhou Chang's mouth widened, looking at the statue of the gods, looking at the magnificent Dao Palace, seeing everything around him disappear from his eyes alive, and he was just about to shout something, but he was suddenly stabbed by something in his head, and it hurt badly, and then his eyes went black, and he fainted again.

Poor baby。。。

Zhou Cheng woke up by something falling from the sky, to be precise, he felt that something suddenly floated to his mouth, hot and with a strange taste, Zhou Cheng wiped it with his hand in a daze, and then brought it to the eyes that he had just opened to take a look.

Well, black and white, sparse and soft...

"Why can't you keep getting along with me, you thief bird who cut down the old shell?" Zhou Cheng immediately jumped up, startling a large group of birds around him.

"Phew, phew, phew!" Zhou Cheng was disgusted, this is the second time he has been bombed in the past two days! This time he still pulled it into his mouth, this damn thief bird, sooner or later he stripped off his fur and ate bird meat. Zhou Cheng thought hatefully, feeling more and more that the taste in his mouth was strange.

"Where am I?" Zhou Cheng was stupid. . .

"What about the Dao Palace, what about the Taoist priest, what about the old fairy grandfather?" Zhou Cheng found himself standing between a ruined wall, surrounded by barren grass, where was there still the shadow of the Taoist temple?

Zhou Cheng's hairs stood up in an instant, and he immediately remembered what kind of place this was...

"Mother, ghost!" Zhou Cheng was really frightened, and he was so frightened that he ran down the mountain regardless of it. It's just that he didn't notice it himself, and he didn't lose the strange ancient sword even when he ran away.

The mountain where the Taoist temple is located is so evil that no one dares to approach it at night, but it doesn't mean that there is no one near it during the day.

It was still early in the morning when Zhou Cheng came down the mountain, but he didn't expect to see a flock of sheep at the foot of the mountain just after walking the road. And an old man herding sheep.

Seriously, Zhou Cheng was surprised to see people early in the morning in such an evil place. But the old man who was obviously herding sheep was even more surprised, just watching Zhou Cheng come down from the mountain, with his mouth wide open, staring at Zhou Cheng with his eyes wide open, as if to determine whether Zhou Cheng was a human or a ghost.

You have to know how many years, I have never dared to spend the night in the mountains. I think that back then, a group of Red Guards who demanded to resolutely break the "feudal superstition" went up the mountain with weapons. But the next day, no one came down.

The old man looked at Zhou Cheng's feet, and jumped up violently as if he had been electrocuted in an instant, and then he didn't even want sheep. "Oh, my mother!" and then ran away.

Zhou Cheng was also stupid then. I don't understand what kind of nerves this old man has early in the morning?

Zhou Cheng looked at the sun and then at his feet.

Zhou Cheng didn't even see the shadow under his feet.