In Lianyang Temple, the old Taoist priest took the young Taoist priest to cook together. The young Taoist priest was planning to help, but was dissuaded by the old Taoist priest. He smiled and stroked his beard and said, "Your breakthrough today is a great thing. We should congratulate you. How can we ask you to help cook at this time?"

"That doesn't make sense at all."

"Fellow Daoist, please go back and take a rest. I will let you see the methods of my master and disciple at dinner tonight."

The young Taoist Mingxin held up a wooden shovel in his hand and said, "Methods!"

Then the old Taoist priest hit him on the head.

"I'm telling you not to wave the cooking utensils around..."

"If you don't listen, come and help wash the rice."

"oh……"

The young Taoist priest obediently followed the old Taoist priest into the room that served as the kitchen. Suddenly he turned around, made a face at Qi Wuhuo and waved his little hand. He was young and naive, yet innocent and pure, which made the young Taoist priest couldn't help but smile. After watching them go in, he opened the door and went back to the Sutra Pavilion.

The little peacock inside the sleeve broke free and chirped noisily.

It was really hungry and miserable.

Recently, its appetite and food intake have been increasing.

Simply eating meat seems to no longer satisfy it. Now it needs to eat large portions of meat every day, and then take some spiritual materials and spiritual liquids prepared by the old ox, only then can it barely stop its hunger. Today was the same, after eating a big meal, it lay comfortably on the soft cushion prepared for it by Qi Wuhuo in the Sutra Pavilion.

Just eat and sleep, and eat when you wake up. No worries, because someone is taking care of you.

It is really an indescribably carefree day.

The young Taoist lightly touched and then scratched the little peacock's chin with his fingers.

He took an ink block, added some well water, and slowly ground the ink. His mood was still calm. He picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a big word "静" (quiet) on the white paper. His handwriting was calm, and his mood gradually eased and calmed down. The previous experience was too hasty and fast, like sailing on the ocean in a thunderstorm. Now he finally had to think quietly.

First pick up the pen and write down four words.

The beginning of disaster.

Qi Wuhuo did not believe that there would be a sudden disaster without reason. Jinzhou was originally a prosperous place. What kind of power could make the rivers in a state dry up and all the plants wither? Mr. Ao Liu was burned just to make it rain, leaving marks on his face that did not disappear for seven years.

Is this disaster a natural disaster or a man-made disaster? Where does it come from?

This is the most important question.

The Mingzhen Taoist Alliance is spread all over the human world, and even has business dealings with the Dao Alliance on the edge of the underworld and in the gaps between the demon countries, but they have not been able to investigate it clearly. At the moment, the young Taoist is alone and naturally can't do anything. This matter needs to be investigated slowly and figured out slowly.

He picked up the pen again and wrote a new line.

The one wearing black clothes and red dragon costume.

Who again?

The person who brought the demon country here and caused the disaster to break out was the direct cause of the original drought turning into a human hell. Who was this person? Was he the second prince who benefited the most? However, the emperor of the human race only wore ordinary black clothes, and would never use dragon patterns as patterns.

As for the clothes of the Human Emperor, most of them are made of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, and even weapons and rice. They form the twelve chapters of the Human Emperor.

Other than that, they mostly only wear solid colored clothing.

"Red Dragon Clothes? Is it related to the dragon clan?"

The dragons are a large clan.

There are dragon gods in heaven, there are four dragon kings in Penglai, and there are also five lakes, four rivers and three water palaces.

The demon clan also has a great sage among the dragon clan.

It was once an ancient alien species, and it is still powerful today.

It was said in Buddhist teachings that Garuda could devour one Dragon King and five hundred dragons every day.

But that was just a mistake in words. The dragon in Buddhist scriptures had no feet, was extremely poisonous, and crawled on the ground on its belly. It was just a giant python.

The Golden-winged Garuda King, one of the Eight Heavenly Dragons, was personally attacked by the [King Guangde of the East Sea], the chief of the water gods among the earthly gods.

Within three moves, he killed the monster in front of the Buddha and swallowed it up.

People in the world cannot distinguish between Garuda and Peng, so this is also the reason why "Peng"-like monsters are rarely seen in the world today, as mentioned in Tan Tai Xuan's [Record of Becoming an Immortal].

It was probably eaten up by the dragons.

In the past, the Human Emperor had made an agreement with the Heavenly Court to gather the luck of all the people in one body, and it was absolutely impossible for him to use alien races as his patterns. However, the one who benefited the most from this matter was the Second Prince. Or, in addition to him, there were other people who benefited, but we have seen too little now, so we don’t know it?

The young Taoist thought quietly.

Or, someone wore this attire on purpose.

He is the second prince's confidant. Did he do it on purpose?

This matter is equally important, but the pursuit of this person may need to be done slowly, and may even require the help of the Mingzhen Dao League. This is also something he cannot figure out immediately.

Then he picked up the pen and continued writing.

Demon country.

Perhaps the situation back then was too chaotic, or perhaps all of their energy was focused on saving people. Even with the power of the Mingzhen Taoist Alliance, they were unable to figure out which three demon kingdoms they were. Of course, they had to investigate the affairs of the demon kingdoms themselves, and they could also ask the Mingzhen Taoist Alliance to find out the characteristics of the demons that participated in the war back then.

What magical powers do you have, what is your true self, and what skills do you specialize in.

Then ask Uncle Niu.

The young Taoist thought about it. Old Yellow Ox boasted in the past that he was also a bully among the demon tribes. He said that he occupied more than a dozen mountains and rivers and proclaimed himself a great sage. Although he himself said that he was not recognized and was just playing around, nothing happened to him either. He has been living a carefree life until now. This also reflects the means of Old Yellow Ox.

"As for the demon race, Uncle Niu should be more familiar with it."

"However, Yunqin and Uncle Niu seem to be quite busy recently, and there is no way to contact them."

The mirror was placed next to him. He had a lot of things to do recently, and Yun Qin seemed to have entered a period of intensive practice under the guidance of her teacher [Dan Hua Fu Ying Yuan Jun], so she did not take the initiative to contact him. The young Taoist lightly brushed the mirror with his fingers, and the magic power flowed. The copper rust on the mirror had now turned into green traces, like stars in the night, with its own profound feeling.

Before, Qi Wuhuo had felt that there would be something special if he input his magic power.

But at this moment the mirror is quite quiet.

The young Taoist's spirit told himself that even if he input enough magic power into the mirror now, it would not change.

He always felt that this mirror itself seemed to have a function similar to the [Circular Light Revealing Shape Method].

Casting the [Circular Light Revealing Technique] will point to Yun Qin.

If it is not cast, inputting mana at a specific time point will point to another existence.

I just don't know where it will point to. This thing doesn't respond all the time. Rather than chatting at any time, it is more like a [court meeting], a channel that gathers at special times to announce news.

Qi Wuhuo collected his thoughts and continued writing.

Human Emperor.

The boy paused, then moved his wrist and erased the two words.

Then he put more force than before and wrote a huge word "thief".

This thief deserves to be killed!

How to overturn.

Which prince should be chosen?

Whoever can love the people as if they were his own children is qualified to assume such responsibilities.

And what should I do if the one I choose also changes?

And Mr....

He survived because of you, but did you also survive because of the efforts of Mingzhen Daomeng?

As the young Taoist started writing, white papers were scattered around him unconsciously. The white papers were filled with lines of words. After a little calculation, he felt as if he was touching a mountain of difficulties. Finally, he was silent for a long time, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and started writing in the middle of the white paper. He carefully wrote two big words, picked up the pen and looked at it, without saying a word for a long time.

The little peacock seemed to have rested enough. It flapped its wings again and sat on Qi Wuhuo's shoulder. It noticed that the young Taoist looked at these two words for a long time.

The spirit was puzzled, and its wings gently patted the boy's hair, asking: "Aqi Aqi, what is this?"

“It’s a word.”

"Words? Can I eat them?"

The young Taoist said, "You can't eat it."

"oh."

The little peacock suddenly lost interest, shook the unique feathers on his head, and said, "How do you pronounce this?"

The young Taoist said gently, "Jinzhou."

"A brocade of flowers."

The little peacock was screaming.

He put down his pen, stroked the two words lightly with his palm, and was stunned for a while, then suddenly said:

"This is a place that used to be very beautiful, with lots of food to eat..."

The little peacock's spirit said happily, "This is a great place!"

"Yeah, yeah..."

The young Taoist said in a gentle voice, "I have just made a breakthrough. I have to master the methods of the innate Qi before I can be called a Taoist priest and have the ability to do what I want. It will probably take until after the New Year. After that, I should go back to Helian Mountain. After that, we will go here. Even if we want to go to Beijing, it will have to be after this."

The little peacock was confused: "Go here?"

"Um."

"do what?"

"What to do? I thought I should go back and take a look."

"Either revenge or gratitude."

The young Taoist thought about the whistling and roaring that still remained on the sword, and replied:

"It should always be like this when people walk between heaven and earth."

"Revenge must be taken."

"The favor must be repaid."

The little peacock was ignorant and didn't know what was going on. The young Taoist pressed the white paper with his right hand. Perhaps he was tired, as if he was very exhausted. He had just reached the realm of innate Qi today, but Qi Wuhuo fell asleep in front of the desk without realizing it. There was a scent of ancient sandalwood and a faint cloud-like breath in the air, and the sound of footsteps could be heard faintly.

The young Taoist was half asleep and half awake. He saw that at some point, an old man with kind eyes, white hair and beard, and wearing a Taoist robe was standing in front of him, looking at him with a gentle smile.

The young Taoist was half asleep and murmured:

"teacher……?"