The Great Tusi Ern is not fearless of the Mengren, but the distant tiger is not as threatening as the hungry wolf in front of him, so it is better to answer these Taoist priests with "witchcraft" in the sky first. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 After three rounds of drinking, the big toast asked politely, "What is the matter with the immortal master here?" Zhang Chenghou shook his beard, "I heard that the miracle of the fairy spirit appeared, so I came to take a look." Ern secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, what a big deal, I thought you were here to rob Daliang Mountain. No problem! Twenty family members were immediately arranged to lead the way, and they also got up to accompany them, and everyone went straight up the hill in a row.

The "Gate of Heaven" fluctuated quietly on the flat mountain rocks. Its edges are not neat, resembling a puddle of corrosive liquid, sometimes expanding a little, sometimes shrinking a little.

Zhang Chenghou was surprised, this rumor was really not covered up randomly. I just don't know what is in it, and if I rush through it, where will it lead? The old Heavenly Master has eight out of seventy this year, and his Taoism has achieved some small successes, but he has never had the confidence to soar day by day. Perhaps, what is in front of you is a shortcut to the sky?

Ba Jinsong was excited. When he led people down from the bottomless pit of Qingcheng, he also passed through a pool of viscous liquid air, which was somewhat similar to this one, but different. Is it the way home? He wasn't sure.

Luo Baiyan asked the Great Tusi how he found this place, and the answer was that Master Zengzhu had lost the lamb and the little disciple. Lao Luo thought about it and asked Da Tusi for a sheep. This is easy to do, Erne has already prepared a priest's tribute, including two black goats, which were originally intended to be used in the evening ceremony, and now he quickly ordered someone to bring them and give them all to the "immortal master".

In front of everyone's eyes, the first black goat was lifted by the legs grabbed by the two outer hall guards, wandered leisurely, and threw it towards the mountain rock. The sheep bleated in the air and crashed into the "Gate of Heaven", drowning silently in it, the ripples only vibrating violently, and soon regaining its calm, as if nothing had happened. In short, the sheep is gone.

Everyone was in an uproar and began to discuss. The toasters couldn't help but bow down again. Ba Jinsong thought about it, personally grabbed the tail of the second black goat, and slowly pushed it towards the "door", the sheep was very frightened and tried his best to resist. Ba Lao grabbed the two hind legs and sent it forward with force, and the sheep was forced to poke its head into the "door". The two hind legs in his hand kicked wildly for a while, and suddenly quieted down, as if he had lost his strength. Ba Lao exerted his strength again, and suddenly pulled the sheep back -- the head of the sheep was missing from the neck covered with black hair! There was no trace of blood, and the section seemed to have been decomposed, and the blood had been drained by the way.

This scene was so unexpected that Ba Jinsong subconsciously let go of his five fingers, and the sheep fell to the ground softly. Suddenly, another spirit jumped up, jumped desperately a few times, ran blindly in one direction, and finally fell to the bottom of the cliff, and never said again. The dying throes of this headless goat are visually striking. The crowd was stunned, and they could no longer muster the courage to try it in person.

The Mongolian shaman, Master Banza, suddenly broke the silence and shouted, "The mountain god has witnessed everything, this is by no means the gate of heaven! Only the devil sucks blood, this is the gate of hell-" This cry was hoarse, and the echo echoed in the mountain for a long time, adding a bit of horror and weirdness to the scene.

If it weren't for Luo Baiyan holding it down in time, Banza would have taken off the small waist drum on his waist and was ready to chant a long song. He struggled to look back at Lao Luo, "Don't stop me, I want to exorcise demons!" Ba Jinsong raised his leg decisively next to him and gave him a kick, "Drive away a fart, you." Lord Banza quieted down, still unconvinced. The baby is wronged, and the baby doesn't say.

Ba Jinsong discussed with Lao Luo, "It's still possible that this is through the portal." The principle of time travel may be the process of decomposition and then reorganization in the process of space-time transformation. In a certain period of time, it is possible to cross as a whole, and it is possible to succeed. If it is only partially crossed, and the cross-border stay is too long, it will be partially decomposed, and like this sheep, only one sheep's head will be reassembled in another time and space. Luo Baiyan replied, "When we came, was there a process of decomposition and reorganization?" Ba Jinsong shook his head, "Perhaps, this process exists, but we don't have any memory of it." Luo Baiyan thought about it and felt that there was some truth, "Then you mean, let's jump over together?" After waiting for a long time, Ba Lao's face turned red, and he instantly dissipated his strength after holding back his strength, and said, "I don't dare." Lao Luo deeply admired the rare honesty of the chief of the outer hall, and comforted him, "I don't dare." ”

Da Tusi, like his own family, didn't understand Ba Lao's analysis at all, but after understanding the conclusion, they didn't dare. Erne hurriedly handed the steps to the "Immortal Elders", "Prudence is the choice of smart people. Perhaps, this gate is only for the gods to enter, so let's not provoke it, right?"

No one in the outer hall squeaked. Zhang Tianshi, who is always a Taoist temple, expressed his attitude, "Such an immortal fate that has not been encountered for thousands of years, isn't it a violent thing to destroy the heavens when you pass through the door and not enter? Let's see that I have no supreme Taoism!" After speaking, he drove forward, faced the rock, and ripped off the skin of pig urine at one end of the fishing drum and turned it into a thick bamboo tube about three feet long. Holding the tube in the left hand and the slip in the right hand, this bamboo slip is a tool used to fill the rhythm of the empty beat, made of two bamboo strips folded in half, like a long clip. Zhang Tianshi squatted a horse step, probed the bamboo tube into the "door" five inches, and quickly probed the bamboo slip into the bamboo tube, and recited a word trick in his mouth, in an instant, this old Taoist body within five feet, as if all the air was drained, the Taoist robe was tightly tied to his body, outlining a dry and thin body, the bamboo slip in his hand trembled slightly, and the sound of "Duo" seemed to be something adsorbed and clamped. Zhang Tianshi shouted, "Collect!" as if he used a thousand strengths to pull the bamboo slips out of the tube. The bamboo tube seemed to have been snatched from inside, and it surged and swallowed half of it, almost bringing an arm in! Zhang Tianshi struggled to pull it back, and he could have escaped the catastrophe.

Everyone looked into the Heavenly Master's hand, and on the long clip, a stone was clipped, about the size of Luo Hengnian's fist, with a rough pulp, and a hint of essence inside, even in the daytime, there was a blue-green glimmer of light.

This is not a short time, and it is a matter of breathing in and out at the scene. Zhang Chenghou's courage impressed everyone who saw it. Everyone couldn't help but come forward to look at the "Divine Stone", and suddenly, a toast on the periphery exclaimed, "Close! Close!" Everyone followed the prestige, and the "door" on the mountain rock suddenly shrank inward, like a water mark that quickly dried up under the scorching sun, and disappeared completely in only a second or two. The mountain is still the mountain, the rock is still the same rock, and the "fairy miracle" is like yesterday's dream, and it no longer exists.

The great toast Eun couldn't help but feel sorry for it, and a way to make money was gone. The development of tourism in Daliang Mountain is in the ascendant, and it is only to blame these stinky Taoists, but unfortunately they dare not say it directly, so they can only stomp their feet. Ba Jinsong and Luo Baiyan also cooled down for a while, the flame of hope for their return was extinguished, and the next hope was unknown. Banza hid far away, fearing that the hoodoo would bring him bad luck. Only Zhang Chenghou was vivid, holding high the spoils of war to welcome the praises of the four young Taoist priests under him.

In the distance, in the grass behind a rock, four men and one beast lurked. Wen borrowed a military-grade pocket high-powered telescope from Zong Fang from his heart, looked at it carefully for a while, and muttered, "This stone seems to be the heavens designated by Danlao." Zhang Liao, we must get it. Zhang Liao smiled wryly and didn't squeak. Monk Zhizheng snorted, "What, you're addicted to robbery, aren't you?" Zong Fang also smiled and responded, "There must be a royal law." However, the king is not our king, and the law is not our law. Comrade Huang Erpi lowered his head and concentrated on digging the rat hole, and he had no interest in these dirty ideas of human beings.

Toast can't keep the Heavenly Master. Zhang Chenghou was elated and hurried to return to Qingcheng to tell the master. This trip is not in vain. Zhang Tianshi looked at Ba Jinsong and the others, and felt that everyone was very cute and a blessing for himself. Everyone is a meritorious person, and when you go back, you must help them talk about it, and they all stay in Qingcheng to practice immortals. He put the "sacred stone" in the fishing drum, sealed one end with pig urine skin, and the other end was inserted into a bamboo slip to compact, and held it in the palm of his hand. went down the mountain, rode a white-lipped black donkey upside down, said goodbye to Toast, and led everyone straight to Qingcheng.

Along the way, much slower than when he came, Zhang Chenghou was in a good mood, singing fairy songs, believing in the donkey by the reins, and four young Taoist priests rode big green mules to open the way in front. Ba Jinsong and others followed behind on stagecoaches. After walking for a long time, I came to the Dadu River, and crossed the river to the boundary of Emei. On the official road ahead, there was a wandering Taoist with a long sword on his back, his hands empty, his face in Chinese characters, and a righteous look with a little worry. There are many refugees along the way, and there are not many outsiders. The Taoist priests who opened the way saw their peers and slightly moved out of the way to facilitate their passage. The Taoist with the face also knew about it, nodded to everyone, and continued to move forward.

Zhang Chenghou rode a donkey upside down, the square-faced Taoist walked by, he looked at the back, this robe seemed familiar, and suddenly said, "That is the Quanzhen Sect?" The square-faced Taoist stopped, turned around slowly, and gave a salute, "Quanzhen Zhongnan Yin Zhiping." As soon as these words came out, it was tantamount to a thunderclap on the ground.