Hmm...
Qin Yuan was stunned.
What’s going on with this old Taoist priest in front of me!
I am that kind of lustful person!
How can you tell that I'm lustful!
Don't show off with any secret techniques or tricks and then seduce him.
Right from the start, they were practicing the art of sex, practicing dual cultivation???
Be a human being!
This is intolerable, what else can’t be tolerated?
"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Qin Yuan put away the dagger in his hand and refused flatly.
He hasn't enjoyed his good days for long, how could he possibly become a Taoist priest?
A bloody disaster?
He, the successor of Teacher Ma, is full of righteousness and integrity, and even gods and demons fear him!
"Please think about it again, sir."
Seeing that he refused so bluntly, Lin Caiquan lowered his requirements.
"It's okay to be a registered disciple."
At this time, Qin Yuan had already taken out the book "Nine Yang Divine Art" and placed it on the table.
Obviously, the bloody disaster just mentioned has been forgotten.
Lin Caiquan held down the "Nine Yang Divine Art", still feeling somewhat unwilling.
"Elder, I am the most capable person in charge. Master Xu is an elder!"
Seeing him like this, Qin Yuan cared even less.
"Master, please go back."
Lin Caiquan made his final struggle and said with an embarrassed look on his face.
"I'll go back and discuss it with Senior Brother Wang. The position of Sect Leader is not out of the question!"
Qin Yuan rolled his eyes at him and said, "Master, I'm living a good life now, why should I become a monk?"
"Even if you're just a Taoist priest in name only, isn't that still a monk?"
"Why should I bother looking for trouble and causing myself trouble?"
Lin Caiquan held Qin Yuan's hand tightly and struggled:
"Then I will take a step back and ask you to write a few words on the mountain, okay?"
Qin Yuan looked at Lin Caiquan strangely. Could it be that this old Taoist priest came here just to write an inscription?
As I just said, the entry fees, whether registered disciples, elders or masters, all start with their own prices.
It was impossible to enter the mountain gate, but it was very easy for him to write a word.
But why did this Taoist priest have to stare at me?
Is it because of his unique fate that he wants to accept himself as a disciple and fight for some luck?
strangeness!
So weird!
Just today.
Try it slowly.
Sooner or later, you will see through this Taoist priest.
There's no need to rush.
Qin Yuan suppressed his doubts and asked, "What kind of words do you need, Taoist priest?"
“It only takes eight words!”
Lin Caiquan immediately took out a roll of yellowed paper from his sleeve like a magician and spread it on the table.
Then he took out a box from his arms, with an ingot of ink placed neatly in the box.
He picked up the ink gently and ground it carefully.
The ink has a slightly golden hue and the fragrance is intoxicating. It is obviously not an ordinary product.
Then he took out a vermilion lacquer brush from his sleeve and dipped it in ink.
After handing it to Qin Yuan, he said:
"Buddha is not as good as Taoism, Taiyi should rise."
Qin Yuan picked up his pen and wrote.
Buddhism is not as good as Taoism, Taiyi should rise.
Eight large characters, as stunning as a flying swan and as graceful as a swimming dragon, leapt onto the paper.
Then sign it.
Put down your pen.
He stared at Lin Caiquan curiously and asked:
"Master, can you tell me now how to break my blood disaster?"
Lin Caiquan did not rush to speak, but put the things away first, folded the paper again and again, tore off a piece of his sleeve, wrapped it carefully, and put Qin Yuan's words into his arms.
Just when Qin Yuan was getting a little impatient, he finally revealed the secret.
"The solution is very simple. It lies within you, young master."
"What do you mean?" Qin Yuan asked.
Lin Caiquan said slowly, "As long as you stay at home for ten days, the bloody disaster will naturally be resolved."
Qin Yuan: “…”
Isn't this nonsense?
If you don't go out, the probability of encountering disasters will be greatly reduced...
Fortunately, he was so serious about meeting this Taoist priest, and he was looking forward to it.
It turns out that these things are all lies!
What a waste of feelings!
Qin Yuan stared at the Taoist's chest.
"So, you took my calligraphy for nothing?"
This Taoist priest just said some nonsense and tricked him into writing eight words?
He has been in Da Zhou for so long, and he has always been the only one calculating against others!
"Preach, preach!" Lin Caiquan began to change the subject.
"I will explain it to you right away!"
He immediately opened the "Nine Yang Divine Art" and wanted to learn about it.
So, he went through all this trouble just for these eight words?
What exactly does this Taoist priest want?
He is not a celebrity and his calligraphy has no collection value.
Why go to so much trouble to lie about these eight words?
Qin Yuan couldn't figure it out.
He immediately lost interest in the Nine Yang Magical Art, took the book away, and waved his hand, saying:
"No hurry, no hurry, you can rest here for a few days first."
"Next time for sure!"
After saying that, he took Li Dejian and left.
Lin Caiquan chased him for a long distance and warned him, "Master, remember, you can't leave the city!"
"You must stay locked up in the house for ten days!"
He seemed quite concerned about Qin Yuan's safety.
…
Prince Qin's Palace.
over time.
The princes in various places were forced to implement the Enfeoffment Order one after another, and divide up several pieces of their territories among their sons.
Yan Cetian is no exception.
The trend is unavoidable.
He locked himself in the study and never went out, looking lonely.
Yan Chengjian, holding a food box, stood respectfully outside the door and persuaded:
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