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A flash of light flashed in Wang Changsheng's eyes, and he regained his clarity in an instant. The old Taoist from Baima Mountain never expected that the other party was already controlled by the Yin-Yang Mirror and actually got out of it so quickly. It was really not within common sense. He was caught off guard. Wang Changsheng With his left hand, he patted the backpack behind him, and the seven-inch long mahogany sword flew out and was immediately held in his hand. Then Wang Changsheng gathered his left elbow and pressed it against the old man's chest with a "bang", and turned around to kill him. He was pressed against the wall, holding the wooden sword in his right hand and pressing it against his heart. He saw that the sword was about to penetrate the old Tao's chest.
"Sorry, what you may not know is that in order to prevent me from being controlled by others, my junior uncle would rather lose ten years of his life and cover my fate for me, just to prevent me from being controlled like you. Such a well-known and upright person will be controlled by you after he finds out." Wang Changsheng said with a sullen face: "Old immortal master, if you don't do it for yourself, heaven will destroy you. You meddle in too many things, so I can only send you on your way Goodbye, I don't have time to shake hands. Bar"
The eyes of the old Taoist Baima Guan fell on the wooden sword in Wang Changsheng's hand. When he felt the pain of the sword tip piercing his skin, he blurted out at the critical moment: "Chen Qingshan, who are you?"
This wooden sword looks plain and ordinary at first glance. It is hard to tell what kind of texture it is. The style is old and the workmanship is rough. However, there are two landscape patterns engraved on both sides of the sword, revealing an atmosphere of vicissitudes and simplicity. This is the trend map of the Kunlun Mountains.
When Wang Changsheng was about to kill someone and silence him, he retracted the tip of the sword in his hand after hearing the other party's words, frowned and asked: "Do you know Chen Qingshan?"
"Are you from Kunlun Temple?" the old Taoist asked.
Chen Qingshan's Taoist name is Qingshan Zhenren, the master of Kunlun Temple. However, not many people know about this person in the world, because Chen Qingshan's whereabouts are usually unpredictable. He wanders around all year round like a wandering crane without a trace. The origin of Wang Changsheng can be recognized from this sword. He must have seen Chen Qingshan and this sword before.
It may sound a bit strange, but it is all because Master Qingshan never draws a sword. Anyone who sees the sword is almost 90% sure to die. Those who see the sword are not dead, they must be old acquaintances.
Wang Changsheng¡¯s face was gloomy and uncertain, but the sword in his hand was withdrawn from the opponent¡¯s heart. The old Taoist could blurt out the names Chen Qingshan and Kunlun Temple, so he definitely didn¡¯t hear them through hearsay.
"Do you know my master? I advise you not to pinch yourself, otherwise I will kill you here, and then go to Baima Mountain over there, and send your disciples and grandchildren to reminisce with you on the Huangquan Road."
Old Taoist Baima took a breath, swallowed his foam and said, "I have a close relationship with Master Qingshan."
Twenty minutes later, in a teahouse outside Baima Mountain, Wang Changsheng and the old Taoist sat opposite each other. There was a pot of brewed aged white tea in front of them. The hostility between them seemed to have turned into friendship and gradually disappeared.
The tea is boiling, the steam is lingering, and the faint aroma of tea wafts out.
The Taoist priest from Baima Mountain looked at the young man in front of him in surprise. After a long time, he poured a cup of hot tea for him and said, "I know that no one in Kunlun Temple has gone down to Yuxu Peak to enter the world for a long time."
The world only knows the Kunlun Mountains, but they don¡¯t know that there is a Kunlun Temple on Yuxu Peak. This ancient Taoist temple has been passed down for many years. On the Kunlun Mountains, which is known as the ancestor of all mountains, two people have guarded this land for generations. Fourteen dragon veins.
Dynasties can change, but dragon veins cannot change. This is the ancestral motto of Kunlun Temple from generation to generation.
"It's just that few people in the land of Middle-earth know this, and no one knows how many disciples there are in Kunlun Temple.
Chen Qingshan is the master of Kunlun Temple of this generation. If you want to describe this person, there is probably only one word that can sum it up, and that is that the dragon has no head or tail. The extent of his headlessness and taillessness can be called bizarre. Yes, because Wang Changsheng, as his closed disciple, has not seen his master for six years.
Wang Changsheng was brought up by his junior uncle and several senior brothers. When he was twelve years old, he was brought into Kunlun Monastery by Chen Qingshan. Within two years, Chen Qingshan said "I want to travel in the clouds" and then he disappeared. .
In the next few years, he was taught by his junior uncle and his second senior brother. Four years ago, his junior junior uncle also said that he was going to travel around and left.
In two years, several senior brothers will also leave, and only Wang Changsheng and the sixth senior brother will be left in the entire Kunlun Temple.
"I met Chen Guanzhu. He was holding this sword in his hand. It was ten years ago. Chen Guanzhu came to Baima Mountain to meet my master. He said that he would keep this sword in Baima Guan for eighteen years in exchange for lending it to me. The treasure of the watch is the Yin-Yang Mirror, but at that time my master wanted the Yin-Yang Mirror to be of great use two years later, so he declined Chen Guanzhu"
Wang Changsheng was immediately shocked. Ten years ago it was his master who ledWhen he left home to go to Kunlun Temple.
Eighteen years later, he entered his thirties, exactly thirty.
"Why are you a dead person?" the old Taoist from Baima Mountain asked with a frown.
Wang Changsheng said calmly: "It's not surprising that everyone dies once. What's strange is that my master didn't let me die and forcefully pulled me back from the underworld. As for why you want to ask, I'm sorry. , there are some things I can¡¯t talk about, and it may not be of any benefit to you if you know, so just let¡¯s talk about the matter at hand between you and me.¡±
The old Taoist opened his mouth, then sighed and said: "Since you are a Kunlun watcher, then even if I kill demons and do justice for heaven, I can't get rid of you or your head. Fellow Taoist, please forgive me. A misunderstanding¡±
Wang Changsheng smiled: "Thank you?"
The old Taoist from Baima Mountain smiled bitterly and said: "If I really get rid of you, I can't bear the cause and effect. You are the one who walks down the mountain in this generation of Kunlun Temple, right? As far as I know, although there are successors in your temple, there are few of them. If you reveal your identity in the world, you won't take action easily, and those who take action will definitely be walking under the mountain."
Wang Changsheng nodded: "There is only one person in a generation. My junior uncle and several senior brothers are all too lazy, so they have no choice but to fall on me."
There are seven Kunlun Guan disciples in this generation. Except for the senior brother Wang Changsheng, he has never met them. The other five senior brothers all have their own identities in the secular world. Chen Qingshan had not decided who Guan Xingxing would be until Wang Changsheng, a closed disciple, appeared. after.
The old Taoist picked up the teapot, added a cup of aged white tea for Wang Changsheng, and said slowly: "I once mentioned that I would handle Mr. Xu's death for the Xu family, but Xu Rongsheng kept trying to stop me and refused. Now I think it's because of him The reason why he can invite you here is because he has an old relationship with Kunlun Temple?"
"It's just an old story left by my master. I came here because I want to start well and end well" Wang Changsheng explained casually, then looked at the other person's chest and said: "My master didn't lend this Yin-Yang Mirror many years ago. I wonder if I have this good karma?"
Old Taoist Baiyun thought for a moment, frowned and said, "I can't borrow it."
Wang Changsheng said: "For a monk to be compassionate, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."
The old Taoist raised his head in confusion and said: "Is it appropriate for you to talk to a Taoist about compassion and pity for heaven and humans? We in the Taoist sect don't save others or save ourselves, we only subjugate demons and make the world pure. What do you think, fellow Taoist? The local language is a bit too far. That is what a monk should do, and it is not suitable for a poor Taoist."
Wang Changsheng¡¯s mouth twitched. Unexpectedly, this old Taoist priest had a kind face and kind eyes, and he always spoke in a consistent way. He sighed faintly: "There is no need to discuss it?"
Old Taoist Baiyun said calmly: "Are you still trying to snatch it away? This Yin-Yang Mirror is the treasure of my Baima Temple. Over the years, I have accompanied the temple owner in and out of the world to capture the evil spirits and monsters in the world. If I lend it to you, wouldn't it be a good idea? Is it equivalent to a soldier going to the battlefield without even holding a gun? Fellow Taoist, there is no way to do things like this. You should not threaten me again, swearing to die and not obeying my orders. I, the White Horse Guanzhong, still have a few strong bones. Sorry, but still Please Haihan."
"I'm sorry, I was rude" Wang Changsheng stood up, adjusted the collar of his robe, turned around and walked a few steps to think about it, then suddenly asked the teahouse clerk for paper and pen, wrote down a series of phone numbers, and handed them to Baima Lao Tao said: "Three years from now, if your heir is sick and you have nowhere to go, call me at this number and I will save your son's life and use the Yin-Yang Mirror in your hand. This deal should be quite suitable."
When the old Taoist Baima heard this, he stood up suddenly. A long beard on the old Taoist's chin was blown up by his breath. He gasped for breath and said angrily with a red face: "What are you talking about? The poor Taoist only has six pure roots in his life." To promote the Taoism of the Three Pure Ones, I am not a Taoist priest who can marry and have children. My fellow Taoist, if you say that I have children, isn¡¯t this a slander? Don¡¯t speak nonsense and taint my innocence.¡±
Wang Jingzhe raised his head and said flatly: "Have you forgotten that I am a Kunlun observer? A descendant of Kunlun, I am the best at divination and fortune-telling. My eyes are almost as powerful as the fiery eyes and golden eyes. What do you think about yours?" Can you hide things from me?"
The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and a bead of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.
Wang Changsheng leaned his head in front of him and said softly: "Although I don't know what method you used to hide your face so that no one can see your children's palace, but unfortunately, you just gave me a gift While drinking tea, the lines on your hands revealed the fact that you married a wife and had children."
Old Taoist Baima subconsciously put his left hand behind his back. Wang Changsheng sneered and said that it was too late to hide it. The old Taoist's face suddenly turned pale. It was obvious that there was no three hundred taels of silver in this place.
Wang Changsheng said: "I look at the lines on your palms, and your son will suffer a calamity in three years. If you can't solve it then, you can try me. I, the Kunlun observer, speak like those monks, and I never tell lies "
After Wang Changsheng finished speaking, he tapped the phone numbers on the table with his finger, then turned and left.
Old Taoist Baiyun took a breath of air, and then fell down on the chair with a "thud". (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)If you can't solve the problem, you can try me. I, the Kunlun Guanren, speak like those monks and never tell lies"
After Wang Changsheng finished speaking, he tapped the phone numbers on the table with his finger, then turned and left.
Old Taoist Baiyun took a breath of air, and then fell down on the chair with a "thud". (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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