Chapter 962 Old Friends of Sun Mountain

Brother Dao's bench and Daoist Rouqiu just felt their eyes dim, and when they took a closer look, they were already standing not far from the Sun Temple on Sun Mountain.

Bench and Brother Dao looked at Wang Zhu's slender back in amazement, even the well-informed meatball Taoist had a shocked look on his face, and his heart was overwhelmed. The three of them didn't expect that Wang Zhu's supernatural power was so powerful that it was abnormal.

Standing on the peak of Sun Mountain, Wang Zhu felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart as he looked at the majestic Sun Temple in the distance.

Under the sunlight of the Sun Temple, the fiery red wall is like a burning flame, giving people a strong visual impact.

Everyone climbed up the steps and walked slowly towards the Temple of the Sun.

When passing the Guanyin Hall and Tathagata Hall, even in the evening, I saw many devout believers.

Compared with the desolation 60 years ago, the temples of Sun Mountain are much more prosperous, and the number of tourists has also increased significantly. When the four of them climbed up the stairs, they met many tourists going up and down to watch the magnificent sunset of Sun Mountain.

The blood-red sunset shone on the red wall of the Sun Temple, making the Sun Temple seem to be bathed in raging fire, majestic and magnificent.

Just like decades ago, when Wang Zhu climbed the steps of the Temple of the Sun, he immediately sensed the abundant and mighty aura, rushing and boiling among the mountains, like the Yangtze River.

Sun Mountain is indeed a treasure land for cultivators.

The Sun Temple is at the highest peak of the three temples.

Although after sixty years of wind and rain, the Temple of the Sun has not changed much, but the color is a bit quaint and vicissitudes, but it gives people a sense of antique flavor and cultural heritage.

For some religious holy places, the longer the time, the thicker the atmosphere they radiate, and the absorbed power of faith will make some buildings appear more magnificent and majestic, and the same is true for the Temple of the Sun.

Like sixty years ago, the Temple of the Sun is still not open.

In Sun Mountain, the Sun Temple is the only closed building among the three temples. The four doors of the Sun Temple are tightly closed in all directions. However, the dusty statue of the Sun God can be seen through the window. There are some sundries placed by the management, as well as the stairs to the second floor.

Standing in front of the Temple of the Sun, Wang Zhu felt as if he had passed away, because just a few months ago, he was discussing scriptures with Daoist Zhu on the first floor, and he watched Daoist Zhu ascend with his own eyes.

then,

Zhu Daochang said that he was the savior, but Wang Zhu still didn't believe it. Now, everything is in line with Zhu Daochang's words.

As Daoist Zhu said, he got the star map of the universe, the map of the six realms of reincarnation, as well as the Haoran relics and the Xihuang jade slips, all of which were inevitable by chance.

The cosmic star map and the Six Paths of Reincarnation map provided Wang Clumsy with accurate coordinates, so that he would not lose his way through countless time travels, and the Haoran relics allowed his body to travel in time and space without being smashed to pieces. The damaged Xihuang jade slips saved Wang Zhu's life.

Legendary stories always have their attractions.

From Zhu Daochang to his legendary master Feng Daochang, they have been waiting for Wang Zhu's appearance all their lives, and at that time, Wang Zhu was not even born...

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Taoist Meatball and Brother Dao stood quietly behind Wang Zhu, and they could feel the sadness emanating from Wang Zhu.

The gods are sad, making the entire time and space seem to be at a standstill.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the Temple of the Sun. Everyone's eyes looked in through the glass windows, and they could see that two strong old men were going downstairs.

Chinese werewolves and fire priests.

With a "creak", the red wooden door of the Temple of the Sun opened. The Chinese werewolf and Taoist Huoju looked at Wang Zhu dully, their strong bodies trembling slightly. Slowly, slowly, the unbelievable expressions on the faces of the two of them turned into surprise.

Looking at the Chinese werewolf and Taoist Huoju, Wang Zhu's inner excitement couldn't be increased, his lips were twitching, and he couldn't speak.

"We are all old, but you are still the same." The Chinese werewolf was the first to speak. He glanced at Brother Dao's bench and Taoist Meatball, nodded, and his eyes fell on Wang Zhu's face again.

"Actually, you are still the same."

A smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zhu's mouth, and he controlled the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes.

"Let's go, let's go upstairs. The Temple of the Sun has not received visitors for almost 50 years. Let it be ventilated today." Taoist Huoju laughed.

"Okay, brothers, have a drink today..."

Wang Zhu's words stopped abruptly. As a young man in his twenties, it always felt a little inappropriate to call a group of old people with an average age of over a hundred.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter if we are brothers, as long as we don't expect to die in the same year, the same month and the same day, we old guys can't live for a few days." The Chinese werewolf laughed.

"..."

"Hahahahaha..."

Everyone laughed heartily, and the laughter stirred up in the Temple of the Sun, sweeping away the gloom and sadness of everyone at the beginning.

When he came last time, Wang Cun did not go to the second floor of the Temple of the Sun. The facilities on the second floor are extremely simple. In the entire hall, except for the walls and windows on all four sides, there are only two futons, a statue of a god and a tea set. There is no coffee table.

Wang Chuan's desire to have a drink with his brothers was shattered.

It's hard to imagine that Huoju Taoist priests and Chinese werewolves have practiced penance here for decades.

When Wang Zhu and Taoist Zhu talked about scriptures and Taoism back then, they once thought that when they were old, they would practice and provide for the elderly in this Sun Temple. However, Wang Zhu's cultivation is definitely a materialist, and the environment that needs to be cultivated is warm in winter and cool in summer , it is more necessary to have a complete living function area, like this kind of practice place where you have to go out to go to the toilet, he can't stay for a day...

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Everyone can only sit on the floor, because there are only two futons. Fortunately, the Chinese werewolf has a cleanliness, and the ground is spotless.

During the discussion, Wang Chu knew about the past few years between Taoist Huoju and the Chinese werewolf.

After Taoist Huoju took the lead in gathering the cultivators from all over China, conflicts occurred with the circle of practitioners, and the alliance of cultivators also fell apart, vanished into thin air, and became a mess.

The disheartened Taoist priest Huoju went to Sun Mountain to practice together with the Chinese werewolf. He didn't care about world affairs.

However, Taoist Huoju and the Chinese werewolf are able to live to this day, thanks to the abundant aura of Sun Mountain and the ascetic practice of asceticism, otherwise, Wang Zhu would not be able to see them. After all, their age is already They are over two hundred years old, and it seems that they are much younger than Bench and Brother Dao.

Of course, Brother Dao and the bench cannot be compared with Taoist Huoju Chinese werewolves. After all, Taoist Huoju is a cultivator, and Chinese werewolves themselves have special physiques and longevity genes.

To Wang Zhu's regret, Taoist Huoju and the Chinese werewolf had no news of Su Xue.

Looking back in time, they lost contact with Su Xue after conflicts occurred in many families.

Taoist Huoju was the initiator back then, and he was most familiar with some of the conflicts back then, but, like Taoist Meatball, he couldn't clarify what happened back then. , The temporarily formed huge alliance fell apart.

According to the introspection of Taoist Huoju, in order to cope with the possible disasters, the alliance was formed too hastily. When dealing with the disasters, everyone was able to work together, but after the disaster period passed, some problems and contradictions emerged, causing In the end, many people turned against each other...

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"Will you come with us?" Wang Zhu was not very interested in the grievances and grievances in the past. After all, the time is too long, and it is meaningless to find out who is right and who is wrong.

"No, we are old and our days are numbered. Back then, Daoist Zhu ascended to heaven here, so we should be here too." The Chinese werewolf shook his head.

"Well, when I get in touch with them, I will come to see you. Hey, I still have some pills here..."

"No, our body's meridians are aging and can't absorb them. The medicine stone is no longer effective. Let's leave it to those who need it. Besides, it's meaningless for us cultivators to miss the vanity of the world. The way is natural, so we should follow the laws of nature. Maybe, leave here , there is another world." Taoist Huoju politely declined Wang Zhu's elixir.

"Hehe, it's true. I don't care if you go to heaven. If you go to hell, I will report my stupid brother's name and make sure you eat well and drink hot."

"Brother, we can be regarded as brothers, you don't have to wish us to go to hell!" The Chinese werewolf said with a mournful face.

"Ahem... I'm not joking. After death, people either go to heaven or hell. At present, I don't know what's going on in heaven, but I know hell very well. My subordinates are all Calculated in tens of millions, relatively speaking, it is definitely better for you to go to hell than to go to heaven."

"Is this true?!" The Chinese werewolf's eyes lit up.

"certainly."

"Hahaha, good, good, people like me will go to hell if they don't go to hell. Since you help us get ahead, what are we afraid of!" The Chinese werewolf laughed, feeling extremely happy.

"If you go to hell, just report my name. It's no problem to be a general." Wang Zhu looked at Brother Dao and the bench and laughed.

"Is there really hell?" Brother Dao was dumbfounded, and the bench also looked incredible.

"Yes, but hell is almost becoming my territory."

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Wang Zhu triumphantly explained the situation in hell to everyone, and everyone's blood boiled with enthusiasm, wishing to die immediately, and then go to hell to dominate.

What humans fear most is death, and Wang Chu can make his friends look forward to death, which is considered a talent.

After leaving Sun Mountain, Wang Zhu asked Brother Dao and the others to bring a letter to Cao Susu, and then took an unmanned taxi to contact the boy.

Now, Wang Chu no longer expects to find someone through others.

According to the current situation, after everyone parted ways, they basically lost contact. If you want to find the lost people, it is better to find the omnipotent digital life of the boy.

"You must go to Beijing right away." The boy said.

"why?"

"Ouyang Qingqing is dying."

"what!"

Wang Zhu's body was shocked.

"She would love to see you."

"Where is she?" Wang Zhu's heart sank.

"At XX Hospital in Beijing."

"I'll go right away."

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