Chapter 1978 7 Yangguan

"Hehe... Thank you Mr. Jiang!" Seeing the lotus lantern flying down from the air, the woman hurriedly grabbed it with one hand and said with a smile, "The slave family wants to put the master's calligraphy treasure at home to ward off evil! The slave family is not willing to let it flow in the stream. Among..."

The woman was obviously full of emotions, and what she showed was considered "naked", but Mr. Jiang smiled and cupped his hands and said, "No matter what, I hope the girl will have a wonderful Ghost Festival!"

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang..." For a while, many men and women were shouting, wanting Mr. Jiang to light up their lotus lanterns.

"Hahaha... Thank you for your support. Jiang is just an ordinary person in the academy. Jiang has many senior brothers, and each of them is not inferior to Jiang in cultivation. Don't worry!" Mr. Jiang laughed and waved his hand. Many lotus lanterns fell out of everyone's hands and landed near the pavilion. Not only Mr. Jiang, but also other students had placed several before!

Xiao Hua and others were not too close to the pavilion, but when many lotus lanterns flew up, the bright lights still illuminated them. Mr. Jiang's eyes were like lightning, passing by the four of them and seeing Xiao Jian. The Taoist robe unconsciously stopped slightly, and a strange expression flashed out, but the expression disappeared in a flash, and his eyes fell on the lotus lantern again!

"The three cardinal principles are really related to life, and morality is the root. I am sorry for Yang Jiu, but the officialdom is really weak. The prisoner of Chu put his crown on his tassel and sent it to Qiongbei. The tripod wok is as sweet as sugar, but you can't get it if you ask for it!" Inside the pavilion, there was a sonorous sound. Powerful chanting sounds came out word by word. Many students waved their ink pens to dot the eyes on the lotus lanterns. Xiao Hua and others walked out from in front of the pavilion. This garden is lively, but this liveliness belongs to the students and the villagers. , except it doesn’t belong to them!

In addition to the pavilion closest to Xiao Hua, other places in the garden also have sky-high zhenqi blooming from time to time, and there are even some gorgeous sword auras. Such a bustling night, such a righteous night. Even if it is the Ghost Festival, even if it is a day when hundreds of ghosts walk at night, there is no need to be afraid of ghosts approaching, right?

After leaving the garden, Xiao Hua and others, led by Liu Yi, walked a few more streets. The surrounding gradually became quiet, although there were some hanging lanterns. But it was far from the hustle and bustle before. Moreover, these streets have become dilapidated and even feel a little desolate. The distance between the streets is getting longer and longer. There is a river that is not particularly wide on the side of the street, but the river is full of smelly water, and it is half empty. It was full of stench and swarms of flies.

A small bridge appears ahead. Several beggars in ragged clothes walked quickly in front of Xiao Hua's horse with dirty basins in their hands. Xiao Hua smiled, because he had already seen that just behind the small bridge, there was a slightly desolate slope, with some dilapidated shanties nearby, and the smelly ditch-like stream on the left surrounded this slope and The shanty went around in a circle!

"This...is Xiluoling and Qiyang Temple!" Xiao Hua thought to himself, just when he was about to speak. He frowned slightly again, but when he saw that his spiritual thoughts swept away, two people in black clothes, about dozens of feet away from him, quickly passed through the ruins, using the light body kung fu to run. To the distance.

"Oh? These people...could they be local..." Xiao Hua's spiritual mind only scanned it.

I didn't know why these people aroused my alertness, so I thought for a moment and asked. "Liu Yi, is there any organization similar to the Cloak Gang in Tongzhu?"

"Yes!" Liu Yi replied without hesitation, "Black Wind Sect!"

"Oh? Isn't this the capital of the Copper Pillar Kingdom? Why do such evil people still exist?" Xiao Hua said curiously as he withdrew his spiritual thoughts.

Before Liu Yi could speak, Xiao Jian said coldly: "Immortal Haojiao knows that these officials and bandits have been the same family since ancient times! Not to mention borders, they will exist within the capital of any country!"

"Well..." Xiao Hua nodded slightly. He pointed his hand and said, "Let's go, after crossing this bridge, we will see Qiyang Temple in front of us!"

"Da da..." The monotonous sound of horse hooves sounded in the slightly silent street. On the side of the bustling Tongzhu Academy, in the garden that Xiao Hua just walked through, there was a slightly dark place. Mr. Jiang, who was sweating on his forehead, was sitting there drinking tea and resting. With a "swish" sound, the sword flew. With a soft sound, an inch-long flying sword landed in front of Mr. Jiang's eyes! Mr. Jiang frowned, looked around, clapped his hand, and the flying sword turned into a small paper sword and stopped in his hand. When Mr. Jiang opened the paper and took a look at what was inside, his expression Without changing, a sword light emerged from his hand to crush the paper, then he stood up and said lightly: "A hundred ghosts walk at night, a hundred ghosts walk at night..."

Hearing that Qiyang Temple was in front of him, Xiao Jian patted the horse under him. The horse quickened its pace and climbed onto the small bridge. At this time, the full moon on the other side had not risen, and the bridge was in the dark night. It was a bit blurry. After Xiao Jian came up to the bridge, he realized that the other side of the bridge was very low-lying and dark and huge, with occasional lights flashing out. It was completely different from what he had seen before.

"Go there!" Xiao Hua pointed to his left hand under the bridge. There was a dim yellow light there, but it was not obvious.

"Alas, Taoist temples all over the world belong to the same family!" Xiao Jian sighed, "Although the capital of the Bronze Pillar Kingdom is prosperous, Qiyang Temple and Jiangchao Temple in Changsheng Town... are no different!"

When everyone approached the dim place, they saw a gate blocked by a piece of shabby bricks. The gate was about one foot wide and two feet high. However, Xiao Jian lost interest after taking one look! Nothing else... In addition to being several times larger than the portal of Jiang Chao Guan, the entire portal of Qiyang Guan is as if someone has moved the entire portal of Jiang Chao Guan! The patent leather on the door was dry and clumped, like the scales of a river fish being scraped off, some falling off, and some hanging there. Even the open door was magically like the door of Jiangchao Temple, slanted. Wai Wai is about to fall off the door axis!

Of course, on both sides of the portal, there were two tattered red lanterns leaking air, and above the portal, although it was cleaned very clean, the "Qi Yang Guan" still vaguely written told Xiao Jian that he was not dreaming of returning to Changsheng Town. .

"Slow down, slow down..." Xiao Jian had just walked to Qiyang Temple when he heard an unusually kind voice in front of the gate. Although this voice was old and hoarse, it was so clear in the night sky and wind. Clearly, "This good Lord eats slowly. If it's not enough, there will be more after a while..."

Xiao Jian looked at it with some confusion. Just in front of Qiyang Temple, there was a large iron pot, which contained steaming white porridge. In front of the iron pot, there were dozens of ragged beggars lined up. These beggars were old and young, and there were even a few women with babies on their backs! Without exception, these beggars focused on the white porridge, licked their dry lips, and swallowed without concealing their saliva. A young man with stains on his face looked sickly. He had just received a bowl of white porridge. He immediately took a sip of the porridge regardless of how hot it was. He was so hot that he inhaled repeatedly. Behind the iron pot, an old man of short stature appeared. , holding a wooden spoon for porridge in his hand, he hurriedly spoke to the young man. Under the light, the old man smiled and smiled, just like seeing his anxious grandson.

Xiao Hua had already dismounted and was walking behind Xiao Jian. Unlike Xiao Jian, his eyes did not fall on the porridge, but looked at the old man carefully. But I saw that the old man was about sixty years old, with a slight stoop in his back. He was wearing a slightly loose Taoist robe strictly on his body. This robe did not show any luster under the light. It was obviously worn out a long time ago. The old man's gray and sparse hair was combed. It is very neat, tied up in a small Taoist crown above the head. The old man is very energetic and has a somewhat immortal air. But in Xiao Hua's eyes, this old Taoist is no different from ordinary people. Not only does he not have any magic power around him, he doesn't even have any Taoist cultivation!

"Good Lords..." The old Taoist looked away from the young man and said apologetically, "This porridge has just been boiled. I was supposed to wait until it cooled down before I took it out! But I'm afraid that all good friends... The Lord was hungry and waited for a long time, so he hurriedly put it out! After everyone put it in, let it cool down a little before eating. Today is the Ghost Festival. Why don’t I have much food, but I still have this white porridge. I must take care of it. enough……"

"Thank you, Taoist Master..." These beggars said weakly, obviously they were really hungry. Some of them had already heard the hoofbeats of Xiao Jian and others and looked up at Xiao Jian and others...

The old Taoist's ears seemed to be not working well, and he did not hear the sound of horse hooves. He still concentrated on scooping up a spoonful of porridge from the iron pot, but his arms were trembling as he poured in another bowl that had been cooked for a long time. Inside the broken bowl of the beggar with outstretched arms...

"Oh?" Only when Xiao Jian jumped off the horse and the figure flashed past Lao Dao's eyes did Lao Dao realize that someone was coming. Turning his head, he saw Xiao Jian's Taoist robe. The old Taoist's eyes flashed with joy and he announced the Taoist name, "Wuliang Taoist Master, are fellow Taoists here?"

"Xiao Jian, I have met my senior!" Xiao Jian put one palm on his chest and saluted respectfully.

"Don't dare, the old Taoist is kind, but he is too old to be a senior!" The old Taoist did not put down the spoon in his hand, but also returned the gift with one hand, "Fellow Taoist Xiao, please wait a moment, until the old Taoist gives these white porridge to these kind people. , please come and have a look, fellow Taoist!"

"Senior Dao Shan, please be busy first..." Xiao Jian looked at the gate behind the old Tao with some confusion. He didn't understand. The gate of Qiyang Temple is so big, why does it have to have some disciples? Is it possible that this Dao Shan is even more embarrassed than himself, not even having an apprentice?

The old Taoist naturally saw Xiao Hua and others behind Xiao Jian, but seeing that several of them were young, he thought they were Xiao Jian's disciples, so he smiled kindly and served porridge to a few beggars. However, within a moment, the old man's arms began to shake even more violently. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please read it.)