Because of the death, the mysterious cave in Mount Emei was quickly exposed by the media, and only the Wen family learned about it. WwW. QuanBeN-XiaoShuo. COm experts later visited and announced that the air in the cave contained a large amount of arsenic and had been sealed. At the same time, mainstream media also warned citizens not to drill into any hole they see...
Wen Tunhai nodded tiredly: "These tourists died soon, and their symptoms were exactly the same as the strangely poisonous and colorful water passed down from our ancestors by the Wen family. Wen Leyang, look at this again. The disciples of the family bought it at a high price. It’s a mural taken by a tourist before he died.”
Wen Leyang only glanced at it and jumped up with a grunt: "Wrong punch, first move!"
The matter was so important that the four old men of the Wen family rushed down the mountain to Mount Emei to kill the wild goose peak. Several old masters analyzed that the cave was very old and might be related to the ancestor Tuo Xie. Mount Emei is a beautiful place with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. In order to prevent it. Just in case, they also brought along all the masters of Death Zihao who had the most powerful fighting ability.
Wen Tunhai's spirit gradually weakened. After all, he was seriously injured: "Mount Emei and Jiuding Mountain can only be traveled by car in two days. The four fathers have been there for almost four months, and the phone calls have long been out of reach. I was guarding the village and could not leave, so I sent several groups of disciples to search for him, but there was no news."
Wen Leyang had already stood up: "I will go to Mount Emei to kill the wild goose peak now. But... over there at Dingyang Palace, you are in the village by yourself now... "
The uncle smiled boldly: "Do you think there is a ban only in the red leaf forest? But because our Wen family has gradually become more and more connected with the outside world, the eldest father was afraid of accidentally hurting innocent people, so he closed the ban. Otherwise, how would we allow a few bull noses to go up the mountain to show off their power! At home! You don’t have to worry about anything, as soon as you leave, I will seal the mountain immediately.”
Xiao Yi also stood up after Wen Leyang, holding him firmly with his little hands, his big eyes full of expectation.
Wen Leyang hurriedly shook his head: "You don't know how to poison..." Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yi took out the big lama from the baggage behind his back, loaded the gunpowder with quick hands and feet, and it was done in a moment, and said proudly: "Don't be afraid, I have it! "A little girl with a determined expression was holding an old-fashioned bird gun that was not much smaller than her. She looked indescribably ridiculous.
Wen Tunhai also said at the side: "Xiao Yi knows a lot. He is a good helper by his side. There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Mount Emei. With Xiao Yi's knowledge, he can avoid a lot of trouble." This was purely selfish. Wen Leyang was the one he had seen since childhood. He has grown up with the junior who has been with him day and night for the first two years, and is also a disciple who has inherited the Wen family. To him, Xiao Yi is just a little girl he has met once. As long as he can be of some help to his nephew, He would encourage Wen Leyang to take him with him.
If the fourth master were here, he would have attacked Wen Tunhai long ago.
Wen Leyang hesitated for a moment, then nodded with difficulty, secretly determined that if there was really a danger, even if he risked his life, he would not let Xiao Yi get hurt at all.
If Wen Tunhai knew that he had this idea in his mind, he would definitely keep Xiao Yi here.
The little girl cheered loudly, and the two silly uncles each took a step forward, sandwiching Wen Leyang tightly in the middle, with firm expressions.
Wen Tunhai slapped the bed board and said angrily: "Wen Leyang is going to do business this time!"
The two silly uncles immediately wanted to cause trouble. Wen Leyang was busy trying to smooth things over. All four grandfathers were missing. The uncle was now seriously injured. There were not many good players in the Wen family village. He was really worried. After persuading him for a long time, Wen Jiuhe Wen Shisan reluctantly stayed in the village to protect the boss.
Wen Leyang was given a few more instructions by his uncle and agreed to set off for Mount Emei early the next morning. Then he went out to visit his parents, elders and close friends of his brothers and sisters. He had just defeated a group of Taoist priests who knew magic in the village. Now he is very popular. Extremely tall, he always has kind smiles and admiring eyes wherever he goes. His parents, in particular, were smiling from ear to ear. In the eyes of the Wen family, becoming a disciple in the inner chamber and achieving academic success was more prestigious than having a son become the captain of the urban management team.
Early the next morning, Wen Leyang took Xiao Yi down the mountain with his father Chun Chun's instructions and his mother's tearful caress. The little girl was full of thoughts and collected a handful of winter red grass from the side of the village. Wen Leyang entered the workshop of life, old age, illness and death in spring, studied for half a year, and was in a coma for nearly four months. Now it is the middle of winter, and the mountains are green withered, and only this kind of winter red grass is left. The grass is still blooming with a ray of color.
After walking to the foot of the mountain, the two of them got on the long-distance bus bound for Mount Emei.
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Emei is the most beautiful place in the world. The mountains are majestic and majestic for thousands of miles. The bus went straight to the foot of Mount Emei. According to the detailed map provided by his uncle, Wen Leyang took the little girl and went straight to Zhanyan Peak according to the map. He gradually deviated from the road. Now Wen Leyang, regardless of his spirit My physical strength has improved significantly compared to before I fell into coma, and the rugged mountains are not a problem.
The little girl has never gotten off Wen Leyang's back since she entered the mountain.
Wen Leyang was thinking about the four grandfathers. He kept his muscles strong and his eyes sharp. He didn't even rest at night and started rushing as soon as he entered the mountain. One day later, everything was covered with vast winter mountains, and all the trees were withering in the severe cold. However, looking from a distance, it added a bit of desolate magnificence to the beautiful mountains.
Wen Leyang felt fine, but the little girl couldn't bear it at first. The two of them set up a bonfire on a gentle hillside and took a rest.
It was Xiao Yi's first time traveling far away. Although she was tired and in a good mood, and she knew a lot, what she liked to read most in Shengzihao were these travel notes. She kept talking about Mount Emei. There are many legends circulating in the world, ranging from the real martial arts sects to the illusory swordsmen and flying immortals.
Wen Leyang was in a serious mood, but he couldn't bear to disturb the little girl's mood, so he just let her talk and laugh, and would chime in a few words from time to time.
Suddenly, an extremely slight sound of broken dead branches came from not far away. Wen Leyang's heart tightened, and his expression remained as usual. He calmly adjusted his direction slightly, facing the source of the sound, hiding Xiao Yi completely. Behind him.
Soon a Buddha's chant interrupted Xiao Yi's clear laughter. The sound of light footsteps came, and a slovenly, fat monk strode over.
Xiao Yi let out an ouch, thinking he had encountered a robber, and reached out to untie the loudspeaker he was carrying on his back.
The monk was about forty years old, with a string of Buddhist beads the size of pigeon eggs hanging around his neck. He was so dark that it was hard to tell what they were made of. He is a full head taller than Wen Leyang, and the bulges under his monk's robe are all full of fat, but he has a pair of small hands and feet, which look like a compass trapped in an apple, and his facial features seem to have been pinched by his father when he was born. A handful, a big silver face, with nose, eyes and mouth squeezed in the middle. To look like this and still have a serious look on your face is indeed something that transcends yourself.
The fat monk was stunned for a moment when he saw Wen Leyang, then his eyes lit up and he quickly pressed over him like a big mountain. After circling him twice, he suddenly cheered and started laughing, all the fat in his belly followed. The trembling sound was astonishing. Wen Leyang's ears were so good now that he could almost hear the sound of the crashing waves on the shore.
Xiao Yi hid behind Wen Leyang and whispered: "Look at the monk's shoes." The cloth shoes on the fat monk's feet were worn for who knows how long. They were riddled with holes and were rotten to the point where half of his ten toes were exposed. .
The great monk smiled for a while, stretched out his hand and patted Wen Leyang on the shoulder: "Little donor, what a fate!"
Wen Leyang tried his best to suppress the poisoned desire. Wen Bucao's shoulder was not something that just anyone could pat. He laughed a little puzzled: "Master, what's the fate?"
"The little benefactor has a strange skeleton, a divine light, and a restrained energy. It's not fate, please kowtow and become a disciple!" As the monk said, he took out a dozen of one hundred yuan from his arms. The beggar stuffed a large amount of money into Wen Leyang's hand: "This is a meeting gift from Master!"
Wen Leyang clutched the banknotes and couldn't laugh or cry. He was the successor of Tuoxie, so of course he couldn't be a master anymore. Even if he was nothing, he couldn't be a blind man as a teacher. Before he could speak, a sound of clothes shaking the wind came from a distance. After a while, an old Taoist who was as tall as the monk ran up.
The fat monk seemed to have known this old Taoist for a long time. When he saw it, he became furious. He blocked Wen Leyang behind him and cursed angrily: "Niubi, your ghost lingers wherever you go. How dare you compete with me for a disciple?" ?”
Wen Leyang remembered a joke about stealing the master's wife.
The old Taoist didn't pay attention to Wen Leyang at first. Hearing the monk's shout, he was slightly stunned. He looked at the boy carefully and looked as ecstatic as the monk. He laughed and said to Wen Leyang: "This little brother, don't wear the monk's clothes." Come on, quickly become a disciple of the poor Taoist. Master will teach you how to live forever and how to turn stones into gold!" After saying that, he jumped up high, stretched out his big hand and squeezed the monk's bald head hard: "Bald donkey, don't block the way of the Taoist master! !”
The monk was clumsy and not good at words. He angrily raised his small hand and punched the old Taoist in the face. With a muffled sound, the two men hit each other at the same time. They each took a few steps back and fought hard.
The monk had a burning palm mark on his head, and the old Taoist had a greenish black circle on his left eye.
The old Taoist is about the same age as the monk, and his appearance is much more glamorous than the monk. His face is like purple jade, he has the waist of a bee and the back of a monkey. He wears a purple jade crown on his head, and a clear green jade hairpin goes through it and covers his long body. Wearing a soapy green Taoist robe, with waves of water swaying in the wind, it looks like high-end goods.
Xiao Yi said behind Wen Leyang again: "Look at the old Taoist's shoes."
Although they are all tattered shoes, the old Taoist's tattered shoes are still not as tattered as those of the monks, with only one big toe exposed.
The old Taoist priest blushed and tried hard to retract his toes into his shoes. Suddenly, the immortal Taoist bones were blown away by the wind, leaving only exclamation marks everywhere.
The old Taoist arrived a step too late after all. Seeing Wen Leyang holding such a thick stack of banknotes in his hand, he felt a little anxious, fearing that a good piece of material would run away with the monk, so he reached out and took out a red piece from his arms that seemed to burst into flames. The square jade pendant was stuffed into Wen Leyang's hand: "Little brother, this is a rare treasure, far beyond what those gold and silver common objects can compare with!"
Wen Leyang just took it, and Xiao Yi suddenly let out a surprised sound, stretched out his hand to take the jade pendant away, squinted his big and beautiful eyes, and looked at the jade pendant carefully against the sunlight.
Wen Leyang hurriedly pulled Xiao Yi to his side. There were dragons and crouching tigers hidden deep in the mountains, especially in a beautiful place like Mount Emei. Just now, the pair of monks reached out and changed their moves. Although it was not very impressive, their skills were still extremely solid.
Xiao Yi looked at it for a while, then covered the jade pendant in his hand and started rubbing it violently. The old Taoist stammered and hurriedly stopped him: "You... what are you doing? Put it down quickly, don't ruin the treasure of the Xian family!" But it seemed that the relationship between men and women was hindered. No, even though he was so anxious, he never raised a finger to Xiao Yi.
Wen Leyang couldn't help but take a high look at this Taoist priest.
Xiao Yi knocked the jade pendant a few times, raised his hand and pouted and said to Wen Leyang, "Fake!" The originally fair and tender palms were now stained with a large amount of red paint.
Wen Leyang's heart moved, and he quickly looked down at the banknotes in his hand... They were all numbered.
Two monks, one with counterfeit banknotes and the other with fake jade, who had no professional ethics at all, successfully tied in the first round.
Wen Xiaoyi stared at them both dumbfounded: "Meeting gift? Immortal treasure? Do you want face?"
The monk looked indifferently into the distance: "How can things outside the body enter the Dharma's eye? How can worldly things not interfere with the Tao and the cultivation of immortality?"
The old Taoist was smarter than the monk. He didn't pretend to be a big deal at the critical moment. He gritted his teeth and took out a small square card from his arms and stuffed it into Wen Leyang's hand: "This is for you, a real good treasure! "
Wen Leyang only felt a chill in his tentacles, and at the same time there was a faint hissing in his ears. He lowered his head and saw what the old man gave him. It was a square sign that looked like stone and jade, about the same size as a mobile phone battery. It was simple and weird. Wrapped in the pattern is a crooked ancient seal script.
Xiao Yi held Wen Leyang's hand visibly tighter, stood on tiptoes and whispered in his ear: "This is the soul summoning seal of Crow Ridge! The old Taoist... is he from the Luo family of Crow Ridge?"
Wen Leyang shook his head and gently weighed the soul-calling seal in his hand. Although he didn't know what this thing was used for, it was definitely not made by the Luo family as a business gift. If the old Taoist really came down from Crow Ridge, he would not give this thing away casually.
There is still a difference between the soul-calling seal and the carrot.
The monk let out a sigh, and without caring about posing, he leaned over his little round head to look at the soul-calling seal. After a moment, he suddenly understood, and then touched his arms, and slapped his thigh as if he was regretful.
The old Taoist saw Wen Leyang lowering his head and saying nothing, with bright eyes and a proud face: "This is a meeting gift as a teacher. You should keep it carefully and don't let others see it. This thing..."
Wen Leyang raised his head and his tone became much more polite: "What do you call Taoist Priest?"
The old Taoist was extremely happy. He forced himself to look calm and nodded slightly with a smile: "My Taoist name is Jifei. I have a Taoist body that is unpredictable to gods and demons. I have a three-foot clear edge to protect the Tao and eliminate demons. I have six spiritual coins and nine pieces of Qiankun Curtain." Immortal Talisman…”
The monk couldn't come up with anything good. He saw his precious disciple following someone else. He was originally dejected, but now he heard the old Taoist bragging. He angrily stretched out his hand and punched the small tree next to him. With a click, the small tree was as thick as the mouth of a teacup. He was punched in half.
Xiao Yi stuck out his tongue in fright: "What do you call me Master?"
The monk looked at the little girl carefully, his eyes gradually brightened, but dimmed again after a moment. He shook his head and replied angrily: "The little girl has good qualifications. She has beautiful features and clear eyes. It's a pity that I can't pass on men because of my spiritual practice." Heirloom, baby girl, you are not blessed enough!"
Wen Leyang was convinced. The two monks looked on and couldn't deal with them. They all learned their bragging from the same master.
Xiao Yi chuckled and shook his head: "I don't want you to be a master. What is the name of a monk?"
"Zen Master Lao Na Shuijing." The monk looks vulgar and has a fat face, but his name is quite elegant.
Wen Leyang carefully held the soul summoning seal with both hands and asked Jifei Lao: "Taoist Priest, what is this?"
"This..." The old Taoist's hand that was caressing his long beard froze, and his eyes flickered as he replied: "This... this is the thunderstorm order! It can call the wind, rain, and thunder. It is the treasure of our... our sect. You should put it away carefully and wait. In the future, when Taoism is accomplished, this sign will naturally be useful."
Suddenly the monk burst into deafening laughter.
The old Taoist's expression suddenly changed. He jumped up with his tall body, waved his fists and kicks, and hit the monk like wind. He yelled and cursed: "Get out of here, bald donkey. You have ruined the good things of the Taoist. The Taoist has taken advantage of you." Your dog skin!”
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