In recent years, the weather has become more and more cold.

Zhou Fajing's legs began to hurt again, and he had arthritis. This disease is usually nothing, but when the weather and cold weather occur, the taste is not something that can't be understood by individuals.

He sat on his bed and looked at the bright moonlight outside.

Qingxin is not big, and the bedroom room is even small, only five square meters, and the structure is very compact. There is a desk and stool beside the bed. At this time, he sat cross-legged on the bed and gently rubbed his arthritis affected area with his hands.

The moonlight outside the window is like water, and everything is silent everywhere. It is winter, and there is no sound of insects and birds. Qingxin Temple is relatively remote, and it is also a thousand meters away from the nearest home. Although the transportation is convenient, the main road has been built to the front of the Taoist temple gate, there is no sound of cars on the road at this time.

He is an unknown Taoist priest. Although Zhengyi is also known as the Taoist genius, his branch is sparsely populated and has no reputation. The religious community is similar to any other circle, and fame actually needs to be praised and praised by each other. The "Tianshi", "Real Man" and "Master" are basically dominated by those who are prosperous, with a large number of fellow disciples and disciples. At the end of a tributary like him, everyone actually recognizes your identity, but they will only regard you as a poor relative.

However, he himself knew that he was over. In the Taoist industry, he had no way forward. He was not very talented, not very knowledgeable, and was not proficient in boasting and observing words and expressions. Therefore, in this industry that relies on making fuss, he was destined to achieve limited achievements. Fortunately, he was born in the orthodox and was quite proficient in the plum blossom Yishu, which was considered a skill for the masters. In addition, he also learned a lot like exorcising evil spirits, performing rituals and repentances, painting talismans and chanting scriptures, and so on. Although he cannot be said to have great abilities, he can do it even if he changes. Therefore, the incense of this Taoist temple is just like this. If you don’t have enough food, you can’t starve to death.

Moreover, during the Chinese New Year, residents nearby will come to Qingxin Temple to burn the second incense after going to the Monk Temple to burn the first incense. The faith of the people of the Republic is always so simple. Although the Taoist temple is neglected at this moment, there are no cars or horses, but during the Chinese New Year, it is crowded here. The incense in front of the Sanqing statue is also considered to be the peak.

Thinking of the New Year, he knew that he might have to go to the county town to purchase something in the next few days. Moreover, there is a haunted house in the county town, who wants to find Taoist priests to exorcise evil spirits. This has been invited. Although the rewards are not much, it is also a way to go. Why not take this trip before the New Year?

Thinking of this, I remember that I was over fifty years old, but I still achieved nothing. When I was a disciple and took the ordination, I had ambitions and wanted to revive my sect. However, things in the world were difficult. He might not be a Taoist priest. He did not know how to observe words and expressions, and looked at people to serve... Finally, he missed several important opportunities. Now it seems that he will be in this small Taoist temple for his whole life.

The rest is fine, but because of the namelessness, this sect has disappeared... I am really sorry to the ancestor!

After being over fifty years old, it is time to think carefully about the inheritance of the sect.

In ancient times, this was not a matter of course. It was really hard to find a child as a Taoist child, but it was easy to inherit the Taoist tradition. But it is different in modern times. There are not so many stray children in this society, and they can only find adults if they want to find heirs. However, among adults, those who are interested in becoming monks basically would not choose this view of the pure mind that cannot be full and cannot be hungry, half-hidden, and half-vulgar.

When he was thinking about what he should do in the future, he suddenly saw the moonlight shining.

Zhou Fajing blinked, suspecting that he had an illusion.

But the moonlight outside the window... is indeed a bit changed.

He was a little surprised, but he remembered some legends. Qingxin Temple is a place with some legends. Because the turmoil in the last century was in great chaos, I don’t know how many Buddhist temples and Taoist temples were finished. Even famous religious sects such as Shaolin Temple and Huashan Sect could not escape the disaster. It is said that Shaolin Temple once fell to the point where only a dozen monks were left. More Taoist schools in the north simply interrupted the inheritance of incense during wars and turmoil. However, such a small Qingxin Temple was inexplicably preserved in the war and was well preserved. Although the Taoist priests in the early years were gone, the Taoist temple itself was almost intact, and it only took a little repair to become the last territory of the Liushui Sect. Because of this, everyone rumored that there were immortals in this place. Of course, this legend was circulated among a small circle of people around and did not enter the elegant hall.

The moonlight outside the window shook again, and this time it was obvious. It was like the feeling that the light bulb was shaken by external force, causing the light and shadow of the whole room to sway.

Zhou Fajingqiang came down from the bed with his painful legs. He was quite surprised. He was once young and wanted to find those lost Taoism and the secrets of his practice. But materialism finally won. Although he could also draw talismans and play spirits, he himself did not believe it.

Even his real ability, that is, the Plum Blossom Yizi, knew that it could not be calculated very accurately.

What's going on? I've lived here for so long, and this has never happened. He took out his phone, held it in his hand, and then dragged his sick leg to the gate of the Taoist temple. Could it be who made trouble here? The little ghost nearby actually wanted to pretend to be a ghost to deceive the real Taoist priest? Or was it a prank on a live online program?

On the quiet night, the bearing of the Taoist temple gate made a "gretard" sound of oil loss and was pushed away from it. A strong light from the mobile phone flashlight shone out from the inside.

This is...

Although Zhou Fajing had made mental preparations and felt that he might encounter something carefully planned. However, the current situation could never be a prank. Because after opening the door, the dark fog was confused in the night.

How is it possible? It only takes dozens of seconds to go from the bedroom to the gate. Just now, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse outside the window. Why is the thick fog outside the gate now? Zhou Fajing was shocked, but there was no movement for a while. He took a bold move forward a few steps, wanting to see what was going on outside. Is the fog-making machine?

He was very familiar with the inside and outside of the Taoist temple. After coming out of the gate, there was a small bamboo forest ten steps away - a very small forest, which was about a few dozen square meters of meters, which added a little elegance to the Taoist temple. However, after walking twenty steps, he could not see the bamboo forest he was familiar with. Not only that, when he turned around and wanted to go back, he found that the way he came from had disappeared. Darkness and thick fog obscured his vision. He walked back for two or three minutes, but could not see the familiar wall of his Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple he was familiar with disappeared out of thin air?

Zhou Daoren was shocked and unconsciously remembered a lot of legends about immortals and ghosts in his mind. He put away his phone, tidied up his clothes, and bowed to the fog in front of him. "I don't know if any master teases me, but I can see you when I come out."

He said three times in a row, but the surroundings were quiet and there was no response.

Seeing this, he had to continue to take out his cell phone. When he looked at the cell phone, there was no signal at all. He could directly stop calling for help. He had no choice but to walk in the direction he thought was right and wanted to return to the Taoist temple. In his heart, he even forgot the arthritis pain on his legs, and walked much faster.

There was no way to recognize the road in the thick fog. I stumbled forward all the way and didn't know how far I went. But except for the thick fog, there was nothing else to see. Then for some reason, he found that he had entered a palace at some point.

The foot was not the soil just now, but bluestone floor tiles. A gilded pillar was seen beside him, with ten people hugging each other. The thick fog had dissipated a lot, and there was even light from where I didn't know where to shine. So at this time the field of vision was much wider than before. Looking at the distance, there seemed to be a golden light in front of him, so he went in that direction.

He didn't move far, but he saw a huge chess board on the hall ahead. Two creatures were playing chess. One of them was a golden dragon, with its body winding and hovering in the air. From time to time, it poked out a front paw and moved the carriage and horse.

On the other side is a white giant bear, which is very small compared to the dragon, but its size is definitely not an ordinary person. Compared with any bear that Taoist Zhou saw in the zoo, he is probably only worthy of being a doll. In addition, the bear has a pair of huge wings on its shoulders. At this time, because of playing chess, the giant bear's wings were closed and placed behind him.

The golden dragon has already gained the upper hand in the chess game and seems leisurely and contented. The flying bear is at a disadvantage and squats there for a while and does not move. It should be thinking hard.

Taoist Zhou was surprised in his heart and could not describe it in words. He used a pillar to cover his body, looked at it carefully for a long time with fear, and then took out his phone to take a photo. But after taking it out, he felt it was inappropriate and put away the phone again.

"That Taoist, what are you doing here!" When he was putting away his phone, Zhou Fajing suddenly heard the golden dragon shouting. With a sudden shock, he relaxed his hand and the phone landed on the ground, making a sound of broken screen. In panic, he turned around and wanted to run, but at the last moment he calmed down. If the other party could speak human language, he was not like wild beasts. And if he thought about it a little rationally, he knew that he could not escape at all. These two could obviously fly!

"Dare you ask me who is this adult?" He cleaned up his clothes and gave a big gift to the dragon.

"I am Donghaijun." The dragon looked over from a distance, but there was no malice in his eyes. "Who are you?"

"I'm here to see Zhou Fajing, the 19th generation disciple of the Zhengyi Shui Jingshui Sect." He was thinking about the word "Donghai Jun" in his mind, but he couldn't think of the legend corresponding to this dragon. After all, there are too many dragons in myths and legends. What are the Dongting Jun and the Nanhai Jun? At this time, Fei Xiong was still thinking about the chess game, and seemed to have no idea that there was an outsider peeping here. "Occasionally, don't be weird."

"Taoist priests? Taoist priests should go to practice. What should I do here? I see that you have some bones and can barely make do with it. You shouldn't be driven down the mountain gate and run here, right?"

"That..." Although the other party was arrogant and a little sarcastic, there was no malice in it. Zhou Fajing knew in his heart that his fate was coming. What is this? This is a typical fate of meeting immortals!

"I am the only one who has not been able to do my best to learn because my mentor died early. I beg you to give me advice?"

"Tell me? What can I teach you? I see that although you have some bones, the heavenly spirit is not clear, so it should be because you have failed to open the bridge of heaven and earth. I thought that it should be the stage of the master's cultivation, but now it seems that you cannot understand the method."

"I beg the God to give me advice." Seeing the other party's intentional guidance, Zhou Fajing couldn't hear anything. His practice method theoretically uses meditation to realize the truth, to keep the mind pure, to recite scriptures and mantras, to pinch the tips and steps, to understand the magic moves. But he himself knew very well that these were all said. At least he had never succeeded in "making magic moves and moves".

It is said that there are wizards who worship the wild gods in the northeast, which are the so-called "horse immortals". They are said to have real materials. But it is just said. Besides, isn't it embarrassing to worship the horse immortals in the northeast?

"Well, you have a chance to come here." Donghaijun nodded. "I'll help you open the bridge of heaven and earth for a while, but that's enough. Once the bridge of heaven and earth is opened, you can go back and study the Taoist scriptures by yourself. It should be almost the same. However, although you have some roots and bones, you have not received the inheritance of the master. I'm afraid that the relationship between immortals is insufficient. It depends on whether you practice merits diligently and keep yourself in mind, and whether you will have some luck in the future."

I don’t know what the dragon did. Zhou Daoren only felt a warm current hanging down from the void, as if injected into the human body from the celestial spirit cap. He only felt his whole body numb and his hands and feet trembled. But this feeling was very good, and his soul was becoming full. He clearly felt something on his body - maybe that was the soul - originally as dead as a dead leaf, and could not even feel the existence. But at this moment he was infused with energy, and it was like a dead tree blooming with fresh power.

"Okay, go quickly, don't disturb me from playing chess." Donghai Jun didn't care about this side in a blink of an eye, and obviously continued to focus on the chess game.

Feixiong did not respond from beginning to end. Maybe it did not notice Zhou Daoren in the distance, or maybe it did not care if it noticed.

Daoren Zhou bowed again and turned back the same way. This matter was so mysterious and magical that he even forgot about the arthritis on his feet. Like all such stories, the fog was still very thick when he walked out of the hall, but it didn't take much time to fade. When he calmed down and checked around with the flashlight function of his mobile phone, he found that he was behind Qingxin Temple. He just had to go around and go back to the main entrance.

The gate of the Taoist temple was still open there - he forgot to close the door when he went out. He stood in front of the gate for a long time, but there was no thick fog around him? He just felt like a dream. But he lowered his head and saw the broken display screen on his phone - it was indicating that everything was not false.

When he wanted to enter the Taoist temple, he suddenly remembered that the arthritis on his legs had been ignored for a long time. Zhou Daoren felt the pain in his legs. However, unlike before, after opening the bridge of heaven and earth, he seemed to have a heavenly eye, and he seemed to be able to detect the depths of the joints. Only then did he realize that his arthritis had been cured? He thought about it carefully. It seemed that at the moment when he first met Donghaijun, Donghaijun treated him and cured his arthritis?
Chapter completed!