I saw it put its hands on its hips, raised its little head, and said angrily: "Even the saint's books are willing to be torn off, you are not afraid of being punished by God?!"

Chen Qingniu asked: "You took out one of the hundred-year-old Dao Lines from Zhengzun, hid on this colored wood puppet, and followed me out of Liangzhou City and came to this pass, what do you want?

Why don't you just cling to the puppet?"

At the beginning of Chen Qingniu's entry into the city, he noticed the strangeness in his bag, and there was a subtle yin thing that dared to lurk in it, and what was even more terrifying was that he and Xie Shiji had never found it along the way.

When he entered the hole in the city gate, Chen Qingniu felt a chill down his spine at that moment, but at that time, Wang Xuetao was assassinated, and he really didn't want to cause trouble, so he couldn't bear it and stopped Xie Shiji's intention to "clean up the portal".

It turns out that this little guy is one of the ghosts of the wedding girl.

You must know that the pain of stripping off the soul is far worse than scraping the bones with a knife and tearing the flesh and blood, and the degree of pain can be imagined, she is indeed a ruthless person...... Ruthless.

However, after being stripped away, the soul is more or less consistent with the subject's nature, but often the temperament changes drastically, which is the fundamental reason why many people in the world are inexplicably crazy. If a house suddenly breaks its beams and collapses, it will naturally change its situation.

But this kind of explanation, Chen Qingniu has only seen it in books, and it is mostly speculation, not the truth. At least generations of guest secretaries have never reached a conclusion on this coffin.

Moreover, it is better to believe in a book than to have no book at all.

Chen Qingniu didn't dare to take this lightly.

At this time, without waiting for the puppet to answer, Chen Qingniu said in a flat tone: "I will only give you one chance to speak, if I think you are reasonable, then we will be safe for the time being, if it doesn't make sense...... You might as well give it a try. ”

The little puppet hesitated, stopped talking, and finally put his hands behind his back and spun in place, as if seriously thinking about a major event involving the rise and fall of a thousand years.

The little guy also pressed his fist against his chin from time to time.

The scene is absurd and the appearance is funny.

Chen Qingniu's fingers moved slightly.

The puppet lay on the table with lightning speed, put on a posture of throwing its body to the ground, and shouted: "Immortal master spare your life!

Chen Qingniu smiled and said yes, and then also tore off a page of extremely precious pages with lightning speed, silently recited in his heart, and poured his breath into the page, only to see that on the page, there was really a strange picture of "words and words", in a trance, as if there was a Confucian sage who was heroic and upright, reading aloud the words contained in this page.

Chen Qingniu made a swift move, his palm pressed against the page, and then quickly took a shot, using the momentum of the mountain to suppress the colorful puppet that was kneeling and bowing.

Chen Qingniu frowned.

Stop your arm, and the pages are just a millimeter away from being on the table.

It turned out that the puppet rolled on a donkey, and it was able to escape this "catastrophe".

Now it no longer pretends to be pitiful, purple qi surges, and its voice is cold: "The surname is Chen, don't deceive people too much!

Chen Qingniu wrapped his arms around his chest, and the pages of the book continued to hover on the table, and the pale gold characters were peeled off from the pages, beating flexibly, scurrying around the pages, chaotic at first, but soon there were generals on the battlefield in general, as if the pages were used as the school martial arts field, more than 100 words, neatly and neatly, in front of the array.

Confront the puppet.

Chen Qingniu just sneered and didn't speak.

The puppet was in the midst of a confrontation, and after a while, the boiling purple qi gradually converged, and slowly lost the formation, and said dejectedly: "Count you ruthless!"

Chen Qingniu squinted and looked down.

It stomped its feet lightly, gritted its teeth and said, "I was originally a deity offered by the Niangniang Temple in Liangzhou City......

Seeing that the corners of Chen Qingniu's mouth were upturned, he did not hide his sarcasm and suspicion at all.

It sighed and continued: "It's the bottle-wielding maid standing next to the lady, who had been incense for a long time, and the divine position was gradually stabilized, but later it ......"

Chen Qingniu interrupted its words and said in a deep voice: "There was a Niangniang Temple in Liangzhou City a long time ago, I have heard of it, but before I left Liangzhou, I consulted the official history, the writings of the literati of Liangzhou and the local county records, and I have not seen any clear records, so even if the Niangniang Temple really exists, it is also an obscene shrine that is not recognized by the imperial court, and it should be banned and destroyed, and the incense should be cut off!"

It didn't seem to have expected that this young monk would be so full and struggling to find out that dark history, it was strange, he was not the kind of historian who liked to hook and explore, why would he be interested in this matter?

For a while, it was a little overwhelmed, and it should have been a lot of words that had been brewing for a long time, and suddenly there was no place for it.

Chen Qingniu stared at those words intently, which seemed to be unremarkable, but in fact, his scalp was numb and his heart was swaying.

This feeling of almost trembling was the third time in Chen Qingniu's life, the second time was the first time he learned to control the sword in Zhuhai, and then even if he flew in the Lotus Peak Imperial Sword Flight, even if he saw the purple golden lotus blooming with his own eyes, Chen Qingniu had never been so difficult to suppress the emotional turmoil in his heart.

Only Xie Shiji, who gets along day and night, knows by instinct that he is trying his best to suppress his emotions.

Chen Qingniu once studied in Lotus Peak, and read that "Wenzu made words, the sky rained, and the ghosts cried at night", which was just a joke.

But at this moment, Chen Qingniu was extremely sure that the ancestor of the human context and the holy ancestor whose real name was not recorded did indeed make words out of thin air by observing the astrological trends, tortoise shell cracks, bird and beast claw marks, geographical shapes, and finger palm patterns, so that the spirits and ghosts had nowhere to hide, crying in the wilderness.

Chen Qingniu raised his arm, spread out his palms, and said silently in his heart: "Between heaven and earth, the Great Dao manifests itself and is everywhere. ”

In an instant, Xie Shiji blinked, as if he saw something, but unfortunately in the blink of an eye, it was gone again.

Chen Qingniu laughed out loud and said softly: "No wonder the Confucian sages always like to warn their younger generations that they must read dead books or read them alive! The ancients had good intentions, and now only the reading seeds in the Jisui School Palace can truly understand the mysteries, right? ”

Chen Qingniu frowned, thinking that this Jisui School Palace has controlled the context for thousands of years, so whether it is the luck of qi or the heritage of the sect, it must be unfathomable, and it should win a lot of Guanyin.

Why has the Southern Zhan Buzhou been firmly controlled by the Guanyin Throne for thousands of years, and its orthodox status has not moved?

The puppet asked curiously, "How did you get such a vision?"

Chen Qingniu didn't pay attention, he just played a trick of Confucian qi induction, that is, more than 60 words excerpted from "The Song of Haoran Righteousness", which happened to be the outline of the whole article, broad and profound. In fact, the Confucianism inherited the qi induction recipe, there are many kinds, each has its own advantages and disadvantages, and it is not difficult to get started, just like the recipe for making fire, drawing water and meditation, all of which are very simple to use.

Chen Qingniu finally remembered the little guy and leaned forward, "Say, where are you sacred, and what are you plotting." ”

The beautifully painted puppet took off the bamboo flute on his waist and gently tapped his palm, "You probably also perceive that I don't have the slightest divinity, so you can be sure that I am not the main god of the Niangniang Temple, otherwise even if I fall off the altar, there will be some remnants of divinity, just like incense burned out and ashes, right?"

Chen Qingniu didn't answer this question, feeling more and more strange, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "You ghosts and ghosts, once your soul is broken, it will also lead to a great change in temperament?"

It is silent.

In Chen Qingniu's impression, its Zhengzun, the female ghost in the wedding dress who has been wandering in Liangzhou City for hundreds of years, hides her head and hides her tail, and is by no means a good person, giving Chen Qingniu a very poor impression, like a puddle of mud after the rain, turbid, and I don't know the depth, pedestrians will only bypass it far away.

It is deliberate, and if it plans like this, it will ask for something. It's just that Zhu Zhenying has suffered a lot, and Chen Qingniu no longer dares to do business with others easily.

It didn't speak, and Chen Qingniu didn't urge.

Smack.

It turned out that Chen Qingniu suddenly used the killer and slapped it with one palm.

The more than 100 pale golden scriptures surround the palm, and they are slaughtered together with the palm, with the momentum of a lion fighting a rabbit.

The puppet was almost smashed, ran to the edge of the table with a smoke, and scolded: "The surname Chen, you are insidious and cunning!

Chen Qingniu disagreed, seeing that those sage writings were separated from the books, especially after this palm was patted, just like a person from the age of youth to the twilight of life, the color changed from a brilliant and righteous pale gold to a slightly inferior mercury.

Chen Qingniu felt that this was also a reasonable thing, otherwise, if the momentum of this page of books could be maintained for a long time, then the value of this "Book of Rites and Justice" would be too shocking, then the Jisui School Palace would already have the strength to dominate the four seas of Kyushu, not to mention the seventy-two academies, seven hundred and twenty have been built.

The puppet seemed to be shocked by Chen Qingniu's turn of face and disbelief in people, and said with palpitations: "It's only three! Can we sit down and talk well?"

Chen Qingniu withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "Haha, the hand is slippery, the hand is slippery." ”

The puppet suddenly looked down and said indignantly: "It's all caused me to lose my paint." ”

Chen Qingniu asked seemingly casually, "Irreversible?"

The puppet was silent again.

This question, Chen Qingniu asked very treacherously, if the soul can be reversed, that is, the stripped soul can return to the body, which means that the price of the wedding girl ghost is not unbearable.

If it can't be reversed, from now on, the soul is broken, and the avenue is completely hopeless, Chen Qingniu will have to weigh it carefully.

The greater the cost of trading, the greater the required benefits.

Can Chen Qingniu afford it?

Even if you can afford it, is it cost-effective?

These are not only big problems, but can even be fatal.

It slowly raised its head, glanced at Chen Qingniu, walked to the vicinity of the bag, squatted down with a slightly stiff movement, and began to look at the treasures inside, these are Chen Qingniu's treasures at the bottom of the box.

The reason why Chen Qingniu shot twice was not because he wanted to disperse the puppet's soul and destroy it in order to hide the many secrets in his bag.

Chen Qingniu didn't have the idea of making a move for the time being, so he broke the jar and broke it, and let the puppets rummage through their bags, but fortunately, many objects full of spiritual energy were placed in large and small brocade boxes, and it didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

Evil does not prevail over good, it may not be true, but the good and evil between heaven and earth are the most reasonable.

It must be known that the Confucian sages of any dynasty in heaven and earth, no matter what their knowledge and cultivation were, actually did not have the original intention of seeking immortality at the beginning, and they would not have any doctrine of immortality in the future, which is unique among the three religions.

Chen Qingniu waved his sleeves slightly, and those silver fonts slid into the yellowed pages, but the ink color of the handwriting was much lighter.

Carefully put the pages back into the book "The Book of Rites and Justice", Chen Qingniu estimated that even if the pages were properly stored, at most ten and a half months, the aura would completely disperse between heaven and earth.

He was simply distressed.

The painted puppet trotted around in his bags, busy, tinkering with objects larger than his body, and said casually: " Niangniang temple about in the early days of the founding of the country, after being banned by the local government, the incense was soon gone, the gods had no incense, it was like a person without rations, sooner or later there was a day of starvation, and that Niangniang was kind by nature, occasionally there were people praying for blessings, even if the incense was not lit, Niangniang also had to respond, over time, but in just twenty or thirty years, Niangniang exhausted the divinity, originally just fell asleep, Niangniang was on the altar after all, just like the human officials were cut down and degraded, and they would not die, maybe there will be a comeback in the future。 But something really deadly happened......"

Chen Qingniu was suspicious: "Is it the establishment of that City God Pavilion?"

The puppet nodded heavily.

This is in line with Chen Qingniu's strange and awkward perception of the "not very right" City God Pavilion at that time.

Chen Qingniu glanced at "Rites and Justice", which had not yet been put into his bag.

The puppet is quite good at observing words and feelings, and immediately became angry and said: "Yes! In the state city, there are many sources of incense, as long as it is not a god with extremely similar priesthood, it will not fall into the situation of one mountain and no two tigers. As large as the Temple of Literature or the Martial God Palace, as small as the Land Temple and the Stove Temple, they are all in this list. ”

The more it spoke, the more angry it became, and said angrily: "But at that time, Zhao Zhengyang's stinky bull-nosed old road, when the Liangzhou officials were discussing the site selection of the foundation of the City God Pavilion, Yun You passed by, and said a lot of words, so that the new City God Pavilion happened to be built across the street from the old site of Niangniang Temple!" In this way, Niangniang was already in a deep sleep and cultivation, and the big building of the Chenghuang Pavilion was smashed on the opposite side, causing me to not even dare to approach the sleeping place of Niangniang for hundreds of years, so I had to perch near the old locust tree in that ghost street, wandering around the city all year round, and my soul had nothing to rely on! All these misfortunes are all Zhao Zhengyang's Taoist priest's Taoist breakthrough, which has damaged the foundation of my mother's Taoism!"

Chen Qingniu smiled and asked, "So when you heard that Lu Fazhen was a Taoist priest of the Zhengyang real lineage, you became murderous?

It didn't answer this series of questions, but just opened the red rope of the scroll and spread out the painting "Mountains and Seas Xiongzhen Tower" little by little.

For it, most of the pictures of Jiaolong Xingyun sowing rain, Zhong Kui, or the statues of ancestors, saints, and even pictures with the rising sun in the east are untouchable, and the skin will burn.

This painting of "Xiongzhen Tower" standing in the clouds and mist of the sea not only does not damage its yin energy, but makes it give birth to a close mind, as if the monk has met the blessed land.

It also made no secret of its love for this painting, snapped, and lay comfortably on it, covered in purple and depressed.

In one's element.

Chen Qingniu retracted his gaze, and while opening his eyes, he secretly thought in his heart.

As for the questions it avoided, he did not pursue them further.

In Nanzhan Buzhou, there is a city god temple in a county seat, and a city god pavilion in a state city, and the county commander is in charge of the government affairs of the yang world, and the city god of the state and county takes over the affairs of the underworld, responsible for collecting the yin spirits, expelling evil spirits, and supervising the good and evil of the people in the jurisdiction for the lord of Yama. With the county government of that county, the well water of both sides does not interfere with the river water, and each performs its own duties.

If it is said that the appearance of the City God's Pavilion suppressed the Niangniang Temple affiliated to the obscene shrine, it is reasonable that it will not be able to turn over from now on. After all, the Chenghuang Pavilion is different from temples, Taoist temples and many shrines, and has a kind of official legitimacy of inheritance and order, and those who have obtained the imperial court entitlement of the gods, the former sits in the city market, and the latter guards the major mountains, lakes and rivers, covering yin and yang, all-encompassing, disgusted with demons, together constitute a complete world of gods.

However, even the monks who are highly skilled in Taoism do not know much about those so-called gods, such as the private notes of the Lotus Peak Keqing, which have very few descriptions of the origins of many gods in the world, and the pen and ink are extremely stingy.

Or in Chen Qingniu's view, it is a bit like the secular kind of evasion of the emperor's name.

Chen Qingniu was very puzzled in this regard, and asked Wang Jiao about it, and Wang Wuti, who knew everything and said everything, was unprecedentedly silent, and was really entangled by Chen Qingniu, only saying that she didn't understand, which was obviously a prevarication.

The puppet sits cross-legged on top of "Xiongzhen Tower", breathing lightly, and his posture and demeanor are all similar to those of human monks.

Chen Qingniu didn't stop this little guy's forcible seizure, but said, "My patience is limited. ”

The painted puppet said indifferently: "I followed you out of the city, it was really helpless, hundreds of years of scorching sun exposure, wind washing and Sanskrit sound, my yin soul has been shaken, if it is within the Jiazi, it still can't help Niangniang get out of the city god pavilion."

The suppression, not only will Niangniang disappear, but I am a vassal of the Niangniang Temple, of course, I will not escape the doom. ”

Chen Qingniu said helplessly: "Can't you be happy?"

It said confidently: "For you, it's just a gesture, but for me, it's the key to whether you can get out of the sea of suffering for five hundred years, can I be careless and careful?"

Chen Qingniu was stunned, nodded and said, "It's the same." ”... Friends who read books, you can search for "blue book bar", and you can find this site as soon as possible.