Fantasy World Transmigration - 826. Slide 826

Outside the Sanqing Temple of the Taoist Temple, the horizon is faintly white. The dim oil lamp is enshrined in front of the statue of Sanqing, and there are three shabby yellow futons behind. The Sanqing Hall is not big, because the other courtyard of the Shangqing Palace on Phoenix Mountain is originally one. A small Taoist temple, it has a depth of depth, and the statue of Sanqing God is high on the top. There are some tables and chairs on both sides. Jiang Taichong is sitting on one of the chairs, and he is thinking about something.

He tiptoed up the tea cup on the table. The best Longquan kiln tea cup was glazed like a mussel shell. “Today’s hot water is slow!” Jiang Taichong thought, “I have to talk to them later. , Be neat and diligent, the sect is about to come soon, you can’t be so negligent!”

Thinking of the people in this courtyard, Jiang Taichong was a little proud. This was his divine act. The little disciple of Yizhuang often came, and he thought he was a Taoist priest. Who in the courtyard looked at him with straight eyes? Who knows? Behind him there is such a big fish-Xia Maoshan, the evil door, the confidant of this sect… How arrogant was Chen Jiugong when he was there?

This sect had to retreat for three times, and I heard that he had fought before.

now what? If you don’t enter the right way, you will die, and you will not be able to keep your way. Daoist…hehe, the evil spirits in Xia Maoshan are also worthy of being called Daoist? The sky is endless for me. I was just idle that day. I just joked. I didn’t expect that the little boy in Yizhuang would be able to tell such important news… The remnants of Maoshan!

At that time, Chen Jiugong was also regarded as an outstanding person, a grassy person, who was able to break into such a large family business. When the Maoshan was in its heyday, the three real people, 19 Taoists, were experiencing hundreds of Taoist priests, like a raging fire!

Although it’s lost now! But how many families are left, who can say clearly?

Maybe… there should be some magical artifacts! Counting up, maybe even there are magic weapons… Thinking of this, Jiang Taichong couldn’t help being hot and dry. He subconsciously lifted the tea cup, feeling light in his hand, and then he suddenly said: “Today the hot water is too hot. Slowly! Wait a while, I must scold those firemen…”

Jiang Taichong sent the news because he was worried that the two widows and widows in Yizhuang had magical weapons and even magical weapons. Otherwise, Jiang Taoist also recognized some of the three-religious characters, so he touched the door at night and killed an old man. It’s not easy for children, but going to Maoshan’s gate is not that simple!

That is like the ancestor of the Three Religions and Nine Streams.

Otherwise, why bother give the oil and water to the Taoist priests of this sect who have eyes above the top and noses up to the sky?

Jiang Taichong sighed and raised his head. Counting the time, there are still… one day, two days… there are five days, five days to arrive here from Maoshan, which is already extremely fast. If it is not for the Taoist priests to have the talisman as a means of communication, and save the time from here to Maoshan, how can it be so fast? Now it is not so convenient for the imperial court to send newspapers to residences.

Apart from Dongxi Factory and Jinyiwei arresting people to handle the case, who would dare to bother the court to worship the Daoist group of uncles? At present, the chief envoys of various provinces have not fully realized the Dao Fa communication. In some remote provinces, there are no Dao officials around the governor, and they have to use the post to pass the memorials. Merchants have heard and looked at such communication tools as magic runes!

Jiang Taichong was here counting the time. He dared not send people to monitor the remnants of Xiao Maoshan. Based on the monitoring methods of the Taoist priests under him, he said that it was almost the same to inform the evil Taoist priests in Xia Maoshan… Taoist priests in Xia Maoshan, That’s the ancestor of the side door! ,

At this time, the Taoist priests and Taoists from the other courtyard of the Taiqing Palace have begun to gather in the Sanqing Hall. The other two authentic Taoists who have received urns can naturally enter the Sanqing Hall, but those Taoists…the biggest beards are all Have you seen the white Dao Tong? It is not uncommon to have a muscular, skilled martial artist, and a “dao boy” with more turbulent chest and arms than women.

These’dao boys’, then they can only kneel on the patio below the Sanqing Hall with a futon!

A muscular “Dao boy” may have gotten up late. Then he hurried from the corridor path to Sanqing Hall. The sky was a little dim. He saw a Taoist priest from the Fireworks Institute…Dao Tong, holding a teapot. , Hurriedly walked to the Sanqing Hall, the Taoist boy was in a curvy figure, and it was obvious that he was also a rather young Taoist boy.

Outer disciple, pronounced “Dao Tong”, written as a Taoist soldier, thug, and guard, deliberately ran into the fire-worker Taoist and staggered the person before he smiled and wanted to look at it triumphantly. The pyrotechnician guarded the embarrassing scene of the teapot, but he only saw that the pyrotechnician seemed to be embarrassed, but he was clinging to him very quickly, the teapot filled with hot water was lightly carried in his hand, and the other hand was grasped. Up his face.

The man felt that the big thin hand grasping his front door was like a cast of iron, holding him raw.

The big hand twisted slightly, and there was a clear click in the silent corridor——

The man’s head was turned from an angle that was not like what a normal human could do. The figure that looked like a pyrotechnician, with only a slight effort, pushed the heavy body behind a clump of weeds.

Wang Chen was also wearing a wide robes that didn’t fit well in the back. His face was covered with ashes at the bottom of the pot to hide it, but compared to the cover-up technique of the pyrotechnician in front, this can be said to be very careless. He was holding a wooden tray, covering most of his face, on which very delicate pastries were placed.

The cake strips wrapped in white frosting look quite delicious.

When Wang Chen left the Pyrotechnic Institute, he carried a knife in his hand. After all, he was a decent school. In Taoist temples, cooking cattle and sheep, there are always a few useful butcher knives. Quanzhen Taoist temple, Wang Chen can find two kitchen knives for the TOEFL! How can it be like now, with a sharp knife in hand, killing oneself.

The closer they were to the Sanqing Temple, the more likely it was that they would encounter other Taoist priests. Before the corner, Wang Chen wiped his nose and almost ran into a Taoist boy. He screamed. Before he could see clearly, Wang Chen The ox-ear sharp knife was sent to his body. The knife was inserted obliquely from the position of the diaphragm between the chest and abdomen, and poured into the lungs. His face was a little dazed, and he didn’t understand what was going on, and blood with pink bubbles came out of his mouth.

Wang Chen’s face was bloody.

Wang Chen calmly twisted the handle of the knife, turned it half a circle, and slowly drew out the sharp knife, took out a white cotton cloth from the back of the robe, carefully wiped his face clean, and continued to walk forward without changing his face.

Have a weapon in your mind, kill your heart from the start!

Wang Chen walked two steps forward and turned to the patio. On the patio there were Tao children in twos and threes, with futons, ready to meditate. Looking along, you can see the Sanqing main hall, Jiang Taoist priest and two other Taoist priests, and sit down. Inside, the old Taoist priest from the Master’s Palace was holding the teapot with a dull look and walking up.

Wang Chen lowered the tray and walked forward freely. When he arrived in front of a few Taoists, his hands trembled slightly, and two cakes covered with icing fell on the ground, and the next to him gave a low exclamation, Wang Chen Pretending not to see it, he continued to walk up. He saw that the old Taoist priest in the Master’s Palace had lifted the kettle, and someone behind him shouted: “Something has fallen… The sugar cake has fallen on the ground!”

In the Sanqing Hall, the teacher’s palace drew a hot hot water teapot, suddenly violent, and splashed it on the faces of the three Taoist priests.

Wang Chen lifted the tray back, and rushed towards the Sanqing Hall at the fastest speed in his life. The screams of the Shangjiang Taoist priest in the Xiang Sanqing Hall had just sounded, and the old Taoist priest in the Master Palace had already used the teapot like lightning. To knock down a person, Wang Chen made three steps and two steps, and a ox-ear sharp knife passed directly into the belly of a Taoist who barely opened his eyes. He hugged the Taoist priest with three swords.

Loosen the weak Taoist priest, and use his body as a shield to block it behind. The next moment, fire and a violent impact came from the courtyard, and then there was a huge explosion. Even though Wang Chen blocked the first gear, the powerful impact was still With him, he fell to the back and hit the pillar of the hall. The violent impact made Wang Chen’s eyes black, and the painful internal organs were not his own!