In the early morning, the sky is shrouded in clouds and mist, just like a fairyland on earth, with mist rising.
Zhang Ling was walking alone in the Taoist temple, which was surrounded by green water and mountains. The temple was located in the center, with an excellent feng shui location.
A breeze blew, bringing refreshing fresh air. I stretched a few times, looked around, saw the bell tower and drum hall, Taoist gods and immortals, stopped and rested, and took a quick look, but still found it very enjoyable.
The young man in blue couldn't help but think about it: Such an excellent feng shui area would actually have sudden disasters and bloody calamities.
Counting on my fingers, I can't see the secret at this moment, it's hard to figure out, and I don't know.
Not long after, outside the bronze door of a Taoist temple, a little Taoist boy was seen with his butt sticking out and his head facing the ground. He held a brush in one hand and wrote and drew on the paper on the ground with the other hand.
Zhang Ling pondered for a moment, then felt something in his heart. He walked quickly over to carefully examine the strokes on the paper.
oh!
It turned out to be some kind of talisman pattern, and it seemed to have quite a charm.
"Did you sleep well last night, sir?" Bu Xiu asked with a grin when he saw Zhang Ling coming to his side.
"Thank you, Master, for arranging the rooms for us yesterday. The two of us slept soundly."
After a few words, they gradually became familiar with each other and started chatting, discussing the strokes on the paper.
Bu Xiu shook his head and said, "This talisman is the most precious treasure of our Zhengyi Temple. It is said that it can summon the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, which can strike the mortal world with five thunderbolts. Unfortunately, no one has been able to comprehend it so far. Master and his uncles and uncles have been in seclusion to solve this problem!"
After hearing this, Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel something in his heart: Could it be the Five Thunder Talisman?
But since we can’t see the original now, it’s hard to take a peek.
Without thinking about it any further, Zhang Ling came here to find out why Zheng Sanguan had suffered such a bloody disaster and misfortune.
After a few more casual chats, the Taoist boy who did not practice Taoism unknowingly trusted Zhang Ling quite a lot. At the same time, he was an innocent child, so he told Zhang Ling all the things in his heart and the secrets of the Taoist temple.
"Over five hundred years ago, our master and the Heavenly Master of Zheng Er Temple went down the mountain together to explore a certain immortal ruin. They found two treasures: a talisman and a peach pit. The two Taoist temples each received one. Zheng Er Temple took the walnut, and Zheng San Temple took the talisman. However, they agreed to comprehend the secret together. If they could decipher it, they would share it. If they could not, they would exchange the treasures every five hundred years..."
Zhang Ling listened attentively, then suddenly, an idea struck him. He inquired, "Over five hundred years have passed. Why is this talisman still at the Zheng San Guan, and hasn't it exchanged peach cores with the Zheng Er Guan?"
Bu Xiu rubbed the back of his head, lost in thought. After a moment, he said, "Zheng Erguan has urged us to exchange ideas several times, but Master and the others are still in retreat, so the agreed deadline will have to be postponed for a while."
Zhang Ling nodded and asked, "This delay is already eighty years. Even for a mortal infant, from birth to death, it would take more than eighty years!"
"Hey! How did you know such a secret? I clearly didn't tell you just now!" Buxiu blinked curiously and looked at Zhang Ling, with a big doubt in his little head.
Zhang Ling remained silent, his mind moved slightly, and the secret of heaven began to emerge. He might be able to get a glimpse of it by counting with his fingers.
He raised his eyes to look at Buxiu, his gaze as sharp as a torch, but he felt that the blood disaster on the other's forehead was getting more intense. He was afraid that the disaster would happen in these two days.
Not long after, he heard the sound of a woman's footsteps. Although it was barely perceptible, it could not be hidden from Zhang Ling's eyes and ears.
"Buxiu, didn't I tell you to send them down the mountain yesterday? Why are they still inside the Taoist temple?"
The person who spoke was Qingshuang, Buxiu's senior sister.
She seemed to have just woken up, her willow eyes and almond brows were full of sleepiness, she was wearing a black and red Taoist robe that was open, and her three thousand black hair fell down, unhurriedly, fluttering in the wind.
There was a hint of disdain at the corner of her cherry-red mouth, and every step she took from her long, graceful legs could cause waves to rise and fall and mountains to surge.
Zhang Ling stared at the female Taoist priest, then counted with his fingers, and soon he understood.
This bloody disaster that goes against our three views will break out in a few days, but no one knows whether it is a man-made disaster, a natural disaster, or a calamity from the earth!
"lecher!"
Seeing that the young man in blue was so bold and presumptuous, and was looking her up and down, and seemed to be rubbing something with his fingers, Qingshuang couldn't help but spit and called him a hooligan in front of him.
Zhang Ling shook his head and kept silent.
Not getting angry when people don’t know you is the true practice.
"Sister, don't be rude to the visiting lay Buddhists!"
Qingshuang was greatly annoyed by Buxiu's words. She stretched out her slender white fingers, pinched the little Taoist boy's ear, and pulled it upwards, saying rather displeasedly, "You, Buxiu, are actually imitating Master's tone to tease your senior sister! Just wait and see how I punish you!"
"It hurts, it hurts! Senior Sister, it hurts!" Buxiu begged for mercy loudly in pain.
Qingshuang turned a deaf ear to him, lifted the little Taoist boy onto her shoulders, and recklessly spanked him with a heavy, powerful spank. With each blow, she muttered, "I'll teach you how to be disobedient! I'll teach you how to be disobedient!"
The young man in green laughed in silence. He never expected that this cold and arrogant female Taoist priest would have such a side to her.
At the right moment, Zhang Ling suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the distant mountains, only to see dozens of black spots speeding through the air.
With a sweep of his divine sense, he found that those black spots on the distant mountains were actually Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes. They were flying towards the Taoist temple on their swords and riding the wind.
He looked at it with his divine sense, examining it carefully.
This Taoist robe is somewhat similar to the one worn by Zheng Sanguan. Both are made of Xuanhuang Bagua as the main material, but also supplemented by Yin Yang Tai Chi. The words "Zheng Erguan" are engraved on the cuffs and chest.
For a moment, Zhang Ling had some understanding of the bloody disaster that was difficult to detect.
After counting on my fingers, could it be a man-made disaster?
Or are you here to collect a debt?
Could it be that the other party saw that Zheng Sanguan was reluctant to exchange the Five Thunder Talismans as agreed, so he got anxious and prepared to come to his house to ask for it back.
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