Sikong Zhen walked through a dense forest and stepped onto a winding bluestone path. A quiet Taoist temple soon came into view.
It is the Changsheng Taoist Temple.
Stepping into the Taoist temple, it feels like entering a peaceful world, with only the occasional bird song echoing in the air.
In the yard, several ancient pine and cypress trees stand proudly, and their vigorous trunks seem to be telling stories of the years.
"Ah!" A scream completely destroyed the beautiful atmosphere in the Taoist temple.
Jun Wushang ran out of the hall, his head in his hands, and fled in panic. Behind him was the Taoist Xuanqing, who had a furious look on his face and held a sword in his hand.
"You evil disciple! I asked you to clean the statue of the Immortal God, but you accidentally broke it! Today I am going to clean up the mess!"
Jun Wushang cried out in injustice: "It's none of my business, I just gently wiped it and the statue broke into pieces!"
"Nonsense! My master has been worshipping this statue for years and it's been fine. How come it shattered when you touch it? You evil disciple, how dare you quibble! Take the sword from my master!" Taoist Xuanqing's eyes flickered and he shouted fiercely, but his attacks were very weak and Jun Wushang dodged them several times.
Of course he knew that the statue was not broken by Jun Wushang, but it was broken when he met Su Mu last time, and then he glued it back together. The reason why he asked Jun Wushang to wipe it this time was of course intentional.
Jun Wushang, who was always smiling, was really panicked this time, because he knew that the statue of Changsheng Tianzun was the lifeblood of his master. In the past, no matter how he acted foolishly, even if he pointed at his master's nose and scolded him, his master would not really be angry. But now......
Finally, Jun Wushang was forced into a corner by the Taoist Xuanqing, with the shining sword held high, flashing with cold light.
Jun Wushang turned pale with fear, his eyes full of guilt: "Master, that statue is really not..."
"Shut up! Evil disciple! You still want to quibble after all this. Do you really think that my sword is not sharp?" Taoist Xuanqing was furious.
Guilty Jun Wushang lowered his head: "Master, I was wrong, I am willing to accept the punishment."
Seeing Jun Wushang feeling guilty, Taoist Xuanqing smiled secretly in his heart. He knew that his goal had been achieved. Ever since he knew that this kid would have limitless achievements in the future, he has been thinking about how to tie this kid down. After all, those shitty things he had done in the past...it's better not to mention them.
What happened today was the self-torture tactic he had been thinking about for a long time.
First let this kid feel guilty to the point of being ashamed, and then I can't bear to do it anymore, throw away the sword, tears streaming down my face, and the master and disciple hug each other and cry hahahaha......
Taoist Xuanqing saw that the time was almost right and swung the sword in his hand. Jun Wushang quickly covered his head and dodged in panic. He did not resist his master, and in his heart he did not want to believe that his master would kill him.
Seeing that the sword had already fallen, Taoist Xuanqing quietly loosened his grip, waiting for the sword to hit the ground with a clang, so that he could begin his performance. Tears were already brewing in his old eyes.
But at this moment, bang!
A stone flew through the air and knocked the sword in Taoist Xuanqing's hand away.
"Master Xuanqing, please spare his life." Sikong Zhen walked over from a distance.
Taoist Xuanqing froze completely. He looked at Sikong Zhen who was walking towards him quickly, the sword that fell to the ground, and Jun Wushang who had a complicated expression. He felt numb...completely numb.
"Master, this is your only disciple after all. His crime does not deserve death. Please show mercy." Sikong Zhen said seriously.
His idea was very simple. Taoist Xuanqing would definitely not live long, and Jun Wushang would inherit the mantle of Changsheng Taoist Temple sooner or later. If Jun Wushang went to the imperial capital in the future and was sought after by all the nobles like Taoist Xuanqing, then he could be considered to be selling himself in advance.
It's just a simple favor, and perhaps it will win you the friendship of a future celebrity in the capital. After all, it's a life-saving favor.
Taoist Priest Xuanqing: “….”
Jun Wushang picked up the sword on the ground with a complicated expression and put it in Taoist Xuanqing's hand: "Master, I didn't expect you would really kill me because of this matter. Anyway, you picked up my life, so you can kill me if you want."
Taoist Priest Xuanqing: “….”
"Little brother, your master is just angry, how could he kill you? You go first, I will persuade him later. Besides, I came here this time to find your master for something important." Sikong Zhen stood between the two of them and persuaded Jun Wushang to leave. He was worried that Taoist Xuanqing would not give up, so he dragged him into the hall.
In the main hall.
Sikong Zhen frowned. He didn't understand why Taoist Xuanqing looked at him so strangely. Angry? Resentful?
"Master, don't blame me. Your disciple has a good character. He..."
"I blame you!" Taoist Xuanqing suddenly roared, his old face flushed with anger: "Who the hell told you to meddle in other people's business? Do you know that it was almost a step, and I, the Taoist..."
"Master! Calm down. He is your only disciple. Even if you kill him in anger today, you will regret it in the future!"
Outside the main hall, Jun Wushang, who had not yet walked far, heard the furious voice of Taoist Xuanqing. His expression became more depressed. He left the Changsheng Taoist Temple without saying a word, his figure looking depressed.
"You ask me to calm down!? How can I calm down? Ahhh! It's ruined, everything is ruined by you, who the hell is going to take care of me in the future?" The collapsed Taoist Xuanqing squatted on the ground, beating his chest and stamping his feet.
Sikong Zhen's frown deepened. He didn't intend to care about the mess between the master and the disciple anymore, and said bluntly: "Master, I came here this time to ask for your help with something important.
I have already reported your deduction results about the seven deadly sins to the royal family. The royal family has issued a death order, asking you to deduce the true identity of the seven deadly sins. Even if you can't deduce arrogance, any other one can do it."
"Forget it. Let's find another job." The dejected Taoist Xuanqing refused without thinking.
Sikong Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, and calmly took out a small square box from his arms: "The royal family knows that your life is coming to an end, so they specially asked me to give you the three-leaf longevity grass. Taoist priest, you should know that this kind of precious extraordinary material is coveted by even the great nobles. You can imagine the determination of the royal family to capture the seven deadly sins."
Taoist Xuanqing's eyes flickered. He naturally knew how precious the three-leaf longevity grass was. It was a magical object that could prolong life. The more leaves it had, the higher its value. The three-leaf longevity grass could prolong life by three years!
Since the royal family could offer such a treasure, he knew very well that he could not refuse it. It was not because he was greedy for the three-leaf longevity grass, but if he refused, he would inevitably suffer a catastrophic disaster.
So, he took the small square box from Sikong Zhen's hand, and his old face showed a greedy look: "You should have told me earlier that you had this treasure."
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