The Heavenly Master known as "Master Mingchen" revealed a solemn expression and asked, "Qingshuang, the five hundred year agreement has already expired for eighty years. Has your Master come out of seclusion yet?"
Qingshuang shook her head and said, "No."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoists in Zhenger Temple all wanted to take a few steps forward to ask for an explanation, but Mingchen frowned and stopped them with a wave of his hand.
"Qingshuang, eighty years ago, I sent you several messages, asking you to fulfill your five-hundred-year agreement, but you always rejected me on the pretext of seclusion. Now that I'm here with all the Heavenly Masters from the Second Temple, are you still going to use this excuse to get rid of me?"
Facing Mingchen's question, Qingshuang said calmly, "Master and the elders are all in seclusion, and this has never been interrupted. Calculating the time, I'm afraid this is a critical moment..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted. A Taoist priest from the Zheng Er Temple stood up and said dissatisfiedly, "Another critical moment. In the past eighty years, when hasn't your Guanhui been a critical moment? Are you planning to drag it out for another eighty years?"
"That's right, I see you have a clear vision and are up to no good. You want to seize the Five Thunder Talisman. Your talk of seclusion is just a bunch of lies!"
Another Taoist priest from Zhenger Temple pointed at Qingshuang's nose and said.
Qingshuang's face instantly turned cold as ice, and she said fearlessly, "I, Zheng Sanguan, act uprightly and honestly. Why would I lie? Master is well-known and his integrity and character are obvious to all. When has he ever taken advantage of you, Zheng Erguan?"
"Speaking of which, whether it's the Second or Third Orthodox View, they all originate from the same source, from the same roots. Why are you so eager to fight each other? Uncle Mingchen, you're making such a big fuss, bringing in troops to accuse us of crimes, but have you ever considered the friendship between the two views?"
Qingshuang actually started arguing with the disciples of Zhenger Temple. Whenever they got excited, the arguments would inevitably be turbulent and the earth would shake.
Everywhere you go, the husband thinks he is right, and the wife thinks she is right.
One scolds the other for being untrustworthy, fickle, having bad intentions, and plotting ulterior motives.
One said that the other party was greedy for profit and had no regard for the friendship between fellow disciples.
There was an endless noise in their ears. Zhang Ling and Buxiu stood at the back and watched, looking at each other meaningfully.
Bu Xiu's eyes were filled with pride and complacency, as if to say, "Look! Look at how Senior Sister Qingshuang debates with so many people without showing any fear. Her arguments are well-reasoned and convincing!"
Zhang Ling's eyes, on the other hand, seemed to be asking, "Has your Senior Sister Qingshuang always been this fierce?"
"Shut up!"
Mingchen looked annoyed and shouted, then everything became quiet without any more arguments.
He looked at Qingshuang and said, "You are my junior after all. There is no point in arguing with you about the five hundred years of the agreement. Please quickly tell your elders to come here and don't argue with us."
"Master Mingchen, the elders in the temple are all in seclusion. It's difficult here, why not wait for a few days? Master has said a month ago that he will be out of seclusion soon. It should be soon."
Qingshuang saw Mingchen's ugly face and knew that he was probably really angry. If she continued to refuse, it would only lead to trouble. It would be better to stabilize him first, and then wait for the master and elders to come out, and everything would be settled!
"Okay! In that case, we will wait inside the temple."
Seeing that Mingchen agreed to stay temporarily, Qingshuang asked Buxiu to take the Taoist priest of Zhenger Temple to stay in the side rooms and prepare all the food. They must not be negligent and lose the etiquette of the younger generation. If the news got out, they would probably be laughed at by their peers.
Bu Xiu understood what he meant and immediately smiled as he ran towards the group of Heavenly Masters at Zheng Er Temple: "Master Mingchen, I missed you so much!"
With a plop, Buxiu fell into Mingchen's arms, smiling happily.
Mingchen stroked his beard, his displeasure gone, and he smiled as he stroked the back of his unkempt head, saying, "I haven't seen you for three years, and you've grown quite a bit taller."
"Buxiu, you're already so big now, but when I saw you three years ago, you were still a tiny kid!"
Several Taoist priests from Zheng Er Temple reached out to pinch Bu Xiu's face, and the group of people walked towards the side rooms in the Taoist temple.
Zhang Ling witnessed the whole process and was surprised.
The two sides were still discussing the matter at hand a second ago, but now they are arguing with each other, being harsh in their words and actions, and are about to start a fight.
The next second, a spring breeze blew on her face, and she seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness just now. She even got to know the little Taoist boy Buxiu, and the atmosphere became harmonious.
Zhang Ling shook his head, counted with his fingers, and concluded that the bloody disaster at Zheng Sanguan was not caused by Zheng Erguan. No wonder he always felt something was wrong before, as if it was a bit obscure and difficult to understand.
What exactly is the problem?
Where is the root cause of the bloody disaster?
Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He had a vague feeling, but he couldn't put it into words clearly. It seemed as if something was about to break the window paper.
Qingshuang, who was not far away, glanced at Zhang Ling coldly and said, "You should get down the mountain quickly. We won't be accepting guests in the temple these days!"
After saying that, she waved her sleeves and strode towards the depths of the Taoist temple.
Zhang Ling pondered for a moment, thinking more and more, trying to catch the mysterious sensation, but in the end he couldn't find it, so he didn't force it anymore, shook his head and went back to the room.
As luck would have it, when he came back, he discovered that the Taoist priests from Zheng Er Temple also lived next door. They had become good neighbors and could even hear each other even the loudest sounds, and they shared what they had.
Walls really have ears!
"Brother, those Taoists don't look like people with a righteous mindset. Where do they come from?"
Ji Jixiao poked his head out of the door curiously, and Dong Zhang became expectant.
"The Heavenly Master of Zheng Er Temple, come to Zheng San Temple to do something!"
Zhang Ling sat cross-legged in meditation, slightly closing his eyes, his brain working rapidly to calculate and think about this bloody disaster that was so shocking to his three views. He felt that he was about to break through this layer of window paper and soon find out where the root cause was.
"The Taoist priests from Zheng Er Temple? Then I can ask them to go down the mountain and eliminate the demons?"
"What do you think, little brother?"
Ji Jixiao was talking to himself, and when he didn't see Zhang Ling's reply, he immediately turned to look at the young man in blue, only to see him sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, and not saying a word, as if he was asleep.
"Forget it, forget it. I'd better wait for the Taoist priest with correct values!"
Ji Jixiao suddenly thought of something and immediately gave up the idea of asking the Taoist priest of Zhenger Temple for help.
Since I'm here now, a few days won't make a difference.
——
The next day, early morning.
There was a knock on the door outside the wing room, and it was the voice of the uncultivated little Taoist boy: "Two laymen, my master and the elders have come out of retreat!"
Ji Jixiao was still asleep at this moment, snoring loudly.
Ever since he had the beautiful dream of killing the rainbow monster that day, he has been sleeping comfortably these days. He always sleeps until noon, feeling energetic and looking much better than before.
Zhang Ling heard the sound coming from outside the house and suddenly opened his eyes. The secret was revealed. It turned out that the bloody disaster would happen on the day when the master of Zhengsan Temple came out of seclusion!
“Boom boom boom!”
There was another knock on the door. Zhang Ling first woke up Ji Jixiao and then opened the door.
The little Taoist boy was carrying three kinds of white rice, his face full of smiles. "After you two have breakfast, you can go to Qingfeng Hall in a while. My master and the elders are discussing Taoism with the Taoist Priest of Zhenger Temple there. After you finish your observation, you can tell us about the demon exorcism."
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