I have a long pupil

Chapter 44 Entering the Chongsheng Temple at Night

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When Xuancheng heard it, he felt relieved, stroked his beard and smiled, "Please tell me, benefactor."

He has seen all the vicissitudes and intrigues in the world of mortals, and the last thing he believes in is that there can be pies in the sky.

A deserted small temple asks for 200 taels of silver.

If not, he is a liar.

Zhang Biao sighed, "To tell you the truth, I used to hang out in Gongmen, and I'm used to sinister people, so I want to practice Taoism."

"Wandering around Fengyifang at random, and seeing that abandoned Taoist temple, I feel inexplicably destined, and want to ask for some Taoist scriptures, so that I can study and enlighten in my spare time."

"I heard that the Taoist priest has a kind heart and has taken in many orphans, so he has no intention of bargaining."

"Oh I got it…"

After listening to the old Taoist Xuancheng, the look of defense in his eyes suddenly decreased, he pondered for a while, shook his head and said: "I have seen many pilgrims, the old Taoist, worshiping God is just for peace of mind."

"The same is true of Taoism. It is nothing more than seeking peace and leading people to be kind. If the donor has kind thoughts in his heart, he has already attained the Tao."

"However, since the benefactor wants it, there is no need for the old man to hide his secrets, so please come with me."

After all, he led Zhang Biao to a warehouse.

clap la la...

The rusty iron lock was opened, and there was a pungent dust and a mild musty smell on the face.

When Xuancheng saw this, he was a little embarrassed, "It must be because of the waterlogging this summer, and I have been busy with the autumn stove festival recently, so I didn't dry it out."

Zhang Biao said sternly: "It's okay, I'm fussing over every detail, the Daoist priest is the real Daoist."

"The benefactor has won the prize."

The old Taoist Xuancheng couldn't help laughing, "Among this world of mortals, there is no one who is not a dog, and I am the same old Taoist."

"The benefactor, please go ahead, Pindao is going to get the title deed."

After saying that, he turned and left in a hurry.

He painstakingly prepared for the Autumn Kitchen Festival in order to earn more money at the temple fair to maintain the food and clothing of the Taoist temple.

Now Zhang Biao's 200 taels of silver is simply a solution to his urgent need.

Zhang Biao didn't bother to answer, his attention was completely attracted by the statues in the warehouse.

This statue, like the one in the abandoned Taoist temple, is also wearing a Taoist robe and a bamboo armor and long sword, but it is well preserved, and the paint is only slightly faded.

The appearance of the god statue is very domineering, with a beard like a halberd, thick eyebrows standing upright, and a face like black paint, even a little ferocious, as if glaring at a demon.

This person... is definitely a monk!

Zhang Biao calmed down and entered the warehouse.

There is a statue of a god in the center of the warehouse, a row of bookshelves on the right, and sundries on the left.

The old way was not cleaned up, so it was covered with dust.

When I came to the right side, I saw that the entire bookshelf was full of books. Various books were new and old, and the editions were of different sizes, but they were all covered with dust and mildew.

Zhang Biao frowned when he saw it.

He originally had a trick.

The "Sanyang Jing" was soaked in alchemist's potion, and it has not rotted for a thousand years. Based on the writing format, it can probably be judged.

I didn't expect Xuancheng to be so careless in keeping the old way, mixing all kinds of miscellaneous books, plus damp and moldy, I'm afraid I have to clean up and pick them one by one.

Sure enough, he randomly picked out a book, and it was a vulgar book called "Jingxu Travel Notes".

The so-called "vulgar talk" is to translate the scriptures and stories, first narrate them in plain prose, and then use rhyming and singing to express them.

A bit similar to the drum book, Taoist priests and monks often use this method to perform in places where crowds gather, to preach teachings and persuade people to be good.

After Zhang Biao was reborn, apart from practicing martial arts, besides the storytellers in teahouses and restaurants, listening to these "commonly told" stories was his greatest pastime.

He happened to have heard of "Jingxu's Journey", and it was about the great cause of the previous dynasty. A Taoist named Wu Jingxu's experience of traveling around and catching monsters was considered a legend of ghosts.

Not to mention the inconsistency of the ages, even the descriptions of ghosts are far-fetched and made up indiscriminately.

"Benefactor Zhang..."

Just as Zhang Biao checked them one by one, the old Taoist Xuancheng had already obtained the title deed and came to him.

Zhang Biao shook his head slightly, put down the scriptures in his hand, looked at the statue and asked, "Master, this is the righteous god of Chongyang Temple, don't you know the name of the god?"

The old Taoist Xuan Cheng looked embarrassed, "But it made Master Zhang laugh. This is the Chongyang real person who has been enshrined in the Chongyang Temple for generations."

"According to the records in the ancient books of the temple, Chongyang Immortal has attained the Tao in ancient times, and is best at subduing demons and eliminating demons, and helping the common people."

"No one knows his full name, only his surname is Tu..."

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Asked about the surname of the statue enshrined in the Chongyang Temple, Zhang Biao thoroughly confirmed that the Chongyang Temple is definitely related to the Xuanyang lineage.

After leaving a deposit of 30 taels, Zhang Biao hurried back home and sold all the remaining golden bird's nests and sea horses in Anrenfang, earning more than [-] taels of silver.

Hand over the rest of the money, ask someone to guarantee it, and go to Jingzhao Mansion to register. Because Chongyang Temple is a Taoist temple, you have to go to Chongxuan Office to register...

No matter how fast the speed is, it is almost dusk when the work is over.

After returning home, taking soup and medicine to practice Qi, and having dinner, Zhang Biao lit a candle, looked at the old land deed and more than 700 taels of silver in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

Restoring the Taoist temple would cost a lot of money, and as a secret place of cultivation, he had to do some projects himself, and it would not happen overnight.

The more important thing right now is to eliminate the "鬾" ghost, Ah Guang, otherwise the big ghost of the Wushen Temple will definitely trouble him if he escapes.

A while ago, Cui Laodao mentioned this matter, so he just asked him to help build a bridge and dig a piece of meat from Yi Chonghui...

But to be successful, you must be prepared.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao looked out the window and saw that night had fallen, so he changed into his night clothes, put on the "Tai Sui" ghost mask, and sneaked out the door...

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At night in Yujing City, the difference is obvious.

The dignitaries and dignitaries gathered in the north, and even at night, many deep houses and courtyards were brightly lit, or held banquets, or invited theater troupes to be lively.

In particular, Taipingfang is even more brightly lit.

In Nancheng, where civilians gather, it is relatively quiet. Because of the "red fierce" incident a few days ago, even the Jinwu Guards patrolling the streets passed by in a hurry and did not want to stay for a long time.

On the roof, the eyes of the crawling wild cats glowed in the dark, staring at the mice that sprang out of the dark ditch.

Suddenly, its fur exploded, and it jumped to the surrounding trees to hide.

In the darkness, a figure was running fast on the wall of the square, rising into the air from time to time, and using the hook in his hand to walk through the cornices and brackets and the scattered roofs.

Sombra is naturally Zhang Biao.

After becoming a monk, although the acupuncture points in the whole body have not been opened, and the muscles and bones have been strengthened, the five senses have become more sensitive.

The direct benefit is that the speed of flying over the eaves and walls in the dark is faster, as if blending into the night.

Hearing the sound of the wind in his ears, Zhang Biao felt an inexplicable joy in his heart, which was a feeling he had never had before in the six doors.

It seems to be free from shackles, and the world is free to roam.

Suddenly, he dodges, silently, and hides in the dark place under the eaves.

I saw a figure jumping up the wall of the square, standing with a knife, watching all around vigilantly.

Under the moonlight, the official uniforms of the six doors are very obvious.

It is Han Zhong, the silver medal catcher in the door.

After Zhang Biao saw it, he thought about it.

He heard that the night patrol was over, but it seemed to be just an illusion. It was clearly a strategy of loosening the outside and tightening the inside, so he sent experts to patrol the night.

It seems that Zhuge's god arrest is going to bite the Lianhuazong to death...

After the silver medal catcher Han Zhong left, Zhang Biao sneaked towards a monastery along the dark shadow of the house.

This is Dade Square, Chongsheng Temple.

To eliminate the "鬾" ghost, one needs to use tricks and incantations, and the most important tool is spiritual things.

Zhang Biao has experience, this thing is naturally only available in places with strong incense.

Chongsheng Temple is the most popular temple in Nancheng, much stronger than the former Zhaoguo Temple.

The reason is very simple. Many of the pilgrims in Zhaoguo Temple are rich businessmen, while in Chongsheng Temple, most of them are ordinary people.

The rumors of the Medicine Buddha Buddha here are very effective. If someone in the family is sick, they will come to offer incense and pray.

In the temple, it was very quiet.

A few lanterns flickered in the courtyard, and the monks watching the night were yawning.

After Zhang Biao saw it, he felt relieved.

It seems that it is just an ordinary temple, if it is like Zhaoguo Temple, he would not want to provoke it.

Zhang Biao's goal is naturally the Hall of Pharmacists.

The main door of the Hall of Pharmacists was wide open, the oil lamp was dim, and the young monk who was in charge of adding oil and offering incense was leaning on the beams and pillars, sleeping soundly.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Biao's mouth. Even if he couldn't find any spiritual utensils during this trip, those old incense sticks are still a good harvest.

However, just as he was about to jump off the eaves, he suddenly heard the sound of the wind and quickly hid himself.

In the darkness, a black shadow appeared on the roof, tiptoeing towards the Hall of Pharmacists.

Why are there still people?
Could it be the empty thief...

Zhang Biao was speechless, ready to knock him unconscious.

But at this moment, I saw a "squeak" sound from the mouth, and then a big mouse sprang out from the darkness.

The mouse crawled into the Medicine Master's Hall with a rustling, and blew out a puff of yellow smoke towards the little monk...

(End of this chapter)