Chapter 55: Taoist Temple Expansion and the Wang Family Visitors
Moonlit night.
It is unknown how many 26,000 miles from Yinlong Temple to the east, across mountains and rivers, in a deep black mountain range, countless twisted black trees are growing, twisting, and connecting with each other, and countless black strange birds live on them.
These strange black trees have no leaves, but there are countless aerial roots hanging from the branches, which appear even more eerie and terrifying under the moonlight.
At this time, among this group of black trees, a tall black tree was the most conspicuous.
It is a dead black tree without a crown, as if its head had been chopped off. The dead branches growing horizontally are twisted and growing to both sides, like two arms stretching out.
At the bottom of this tree, there is a crack of unknown depth.
Following the crack, one can see a huge blood lake that is constantly rolling and surging. Bubbles are gurgling on the surface of the lake from time to time, and the thick and indissoluble smell of blood is condensed in the air.
A young Taoist priest in a blood-red robe sat cross-legged with his eyes closed beside the blood lake.
Swish, swish.
Under the moonlight, a tall and mysterious man wearing a black hood came in the moonlight, leaving deep footprints on the soft ground. His arrival aroused the ferocity of the strange black bird living in the tree.
Countless black strange birds flapped their wings and opened their scarlet eyes to fly towards him, but they were all beaten into a pulp by the mysterious man's casserole-pot-sized fist.
He came to the side of the headless strange tree, took a look at the deep crack, and jumped in without blinking. Behind him were the corpses of countless strange birds.
"Your humble servant pays respect to the Great Protector."
"Follow the immortal god, save the world with great compassion."
The mysterious man came to the side of the blood-robed Taoist priest, pushed away a golden mountain, and knelt down like a jade pillar.
"Get up, who has the left arm of the Immortal God in his hands now? Who ruined the good deeds I taught you?"
An angry sound wave suddenly emerged, resounding throughout the underground, causing the surrounding rock fragments to fall to the ground and into the blood lake, causing blood flowers to bloom.
Hearing the furious voice of the Great Protector, the mysterious man who had been so arrogant when he killed the black bird before couldn't help but tremble, and quickly responded: "Report to the Great Protector, our spy in the Zhen'an Division has reported back that we have fallen into the Zhen'an Division's trap."
"Our actions in Fengyun County have long been known by the Zhen'an Division. They deceived us and used our tricks to summon the left arm of the Immortal God and then took it away."
A divine light flashed in the eyes of the blood-robed Taoist priest, and he pondered for a while before saying:
“I always feel that this matter is a little strange.”
"Bawang Chicken, I'll leave this matter to you."
"You need to make some effort and go to Fengyun County to find out the truth. If it is really a trap set by the Zhen'an Division, then it is fine. But if someone is trying to ruin our religion, you know what to do."
"According to the order of the great guardian."
The mysterious man said in a mournful voice, he pulled down his hood, and under the light provided by the underground night pearl, a huge chicken head was revealed.
This mysterious person turned out to be a human with a chicken's head.
It has a red beak, black skin, a green tumor-like comb on its head, two white lines winding down from the shoulders to the waist, its body is knotted with muscles, and the muscle lumps are swollen as if each muscle has gone through puberty on its own, its fists are big enough for a person to stand on, and its arms are big enough for a horse to run.
The chicken-headed man clasped his fists, stood up suddenly, turned around and left with great speed.
After the chicken-headed man left, the blood-robed Taoist raised his left hand, and a small crystal coffin slowly rose from the blood lake, containing the body and two legs of a baby.
The blood-robed Taoist sighed.
"Alas, the left arm of the True Lord has fallen into the hands of the Zhen'an Division. Things are a bit difficult to deal with."
"Time is running out."
The Taoist in the blood-red robe looked at the crystal coffin, and a look of greed flashed across his eyes. Then he waved his hand, and the crystal coffin slowly sank into the blood lake again.
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The next day, when the sun was already high in the sky, Yi Chen got up lazily.
The little cat lay quietly at the head of his bed. It liked to smell the pure yang scent on Yi Chen's body and insisted on lying next to him at night. Yi Chen couldn't persuade it, so he just let it be.
After introducing Xiao Miao to Qing Yunzi and the others, Yi Chen asked Qing Feng and Ming Yue to take Xiao Miao out to play, as he had something to discuss with Qing Yunzi.
"What? The Taoist temple is expanding?"
"Adopt a few more children?" Qing Yunzi looked at Yi Chen in surprise, "Brother, where can we get so much money?"
Yi Chen took out three thousand taels of silver from his bag like a magic trick and handed it to Qing Yunzi, which instantly shocked Qing Yunzi.
He knew that Yi Chen had earned a lot of silver bills, but he didn't expect it to be so much.
For a moment, his eyes began to look strange.
What industry has the senior brother empowered? How did he suddenly make so much money?
Soon, a slap in the face fell on his head.
"How dare you look at your senior brother like that? These banknotes were all earned by your senior brother."
Yi Chen knocked on the table and said, "Junior brother, the expansion of the Taoist temple is now handed over to you. You will be in charge of hiring people to do the work and supervising the quality. Don't be afraid of spending money, just go for it."
"After the expansion of the Taoist temple is completed, go find Captain Zhang and tell him that you want to recruit a few orphans with clean backgrounds to join our Hidden Dragon Temple. He will help you."
"Senior brother, I'm afraid I can't do it well, why don't you do it." Qing Yunzi retreated a little out of habit.
"If you can't do it well, just learn how to do it. Is there anyone who is born knowing everything? Just do it boldly. If you fail, your senior brother will be behind you."
Yi Chen waved his hand and settled the matter without any room for discussion.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
This was a decision he made after careful consideration.
Qing Yunzi and others cannot always live under his wings, they must stand out and gain experience.
How can the future master of Yinlong Temple be someone who is ignorant of the ways of the world? Entrusting him with the task of expanding the Taoist temple this time is also the first step in his training.
This may require paying some tuition fees, spending more money, and making you stumble a few times, but it will all be worth it.
It is not terrible to suffer a loss, what is terrible is not knowing where the loss is. With Qing Yunzi's intelligence, Yi Chen feels that he will understand.
This kind of experience, dealing with all kinds of people, will also be of certain benefit to Qing Yunzi's practice.
To achieve breakthroughs in this realm through spiritual practice, one must have a certain level of spiritual attainment.
One of the requirements for spiritual awakening is to understand one's own mind and nature, and as one progresses to a higher level, the spiritual requirements will also be higher.
Even if you are practicing, you cannot find a cat in the deep mountains and forests, hide in a small building and be alone, no matter winter, summer, spring or autumn.
Retreating far away from the world, thinking that he is untouched by anything, and detaching himself from the world, is actually a step down the wrong path.
How can a mind become strong without training? How can one know beauty without seeing ugliness? How can one say that one has left the world without ever having been in it? All high-level cultivators and great powers must have entered the world first and then left it. There is no way that one can become a master by practicing hard in one place.
The elite disciples of all major sects and families will go out and see the world, use their own experiences as resources to strengthen their minds.
Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles.
What you learn from books is always superficial. You must practice it yourself to truly understand it. This is the truth.
Ever since Yi Chen took over the position of the headmaster of Yinlong Temple, a series of events have caused Qingyunzi to become a little too dependent on him.
This is a bad sign.
If you rely on mountains, they will collapse; if you rely on people, people will fall. People must learn to be self-reliant.
He still remembered the surprise and fear he showed when he saw the mark of the underworld on Yi Chen's body during the fierce battle with Master Yan of the Corpse God Cult.
A distraction almost forced Yi Chen into a desperate situation. These people all avoided the underworld and kept it a secret, which made Yi Chen's sense of crisis about the underworld increase to a higher level.
If it weren't for the sword of Damocles hanging over my head that might fall at any time, no one would want to be electrocuted every day.
If there hadn't been the threat from the underworld, Yi Chen would never have dared to think that he would do such a cruel thing to himself.
Sometimes if you don’t push yourself, you don’t know how great your potential is.
Now Yi Chen practices hard every day with the Thunder Jade, and he can obtain a little source point in about two days. His efficiency is much higher than in the old days when he fried fish.
Under the pressure of the death crisis, he dared not relax for a moment.
After arranging everything, Yi Chen let out a long breath and was just about to take a break from his busy life when a rider came from afar. It was none other than Captain Lin Zhengyi.
"Master, I'm afraid the old lady of the Wang family will only be here in the next two days. Would it be convenient for you to come to the county city tomorrow?"
Yi Chen, who wanted to spend three thousand taels at one time and had to find a way to make a living, immediately agreed.
"Don't worry, Captain. I will set out early tomorrow morning and will not be late."
(End of this chapter)