The soft sunlight penetrates the branches in the forest and shines on the mottled path. Ji Yu carries a large load of water, and the flat crutches are pressed up and down by the buckets on both sides. Occasionally, a few drops are sprinkled, which moistens the weeds on the road and wets Ji Yu's wrinkles. Ji Yu silently lowers his head and walks out of the back mountain, and walks straight into the gate.

Guanzhong Taoist people were walking in a hurry, and their faces were calm and silent. However, some new Taoist people from Yuzi Ke stopped their work when they saw Ji Yuyu and bowed to the Taoist rituals. "I have seen Master Yushu, and my disciples bowed their heads."

Ji Yu nodded, walked into the Dianzhuan house with his head down, skillfully poured water into the water tank, watching the ripples of the tank gradually leveling, reflecting his own face, under the Hunyuan towel, thick eyebrows and dark eyes, and three black beards had already reached several inches. Ji Yu remained motionless, staring at the water in the tank, and his thoughts were flying.

"Master Yushu, the master of the host wants to see you..." A young Taoist priest from behind was bowed and shouted.

Ji Yu came back to his senses and nodded calmly and said, "I know, I'll go back to take a shower and change clothes and meet Mr. Yunsong..."

Ji Yu turned around and walked back to the house skillfully. Seeing that the house that was originally full of eight people was empty, with only the newly brought bedding towel, Ji Yu smashed it on the couch, his eyes full of resentment and his eyes were red.

In a blink of an eye, a year has passed. Yun Songzi, the master of the temple who had been in the pass for several years, came out of the pass. He summoned a group of Taoists who had held the first precepts for two years with kind faces. Then, a few months later, the Taoist deer spirit and Yude disappeared without realizing it, the wolf spirit and jade thigh disappeared, and the jade letter that had been staying together disappeared.

All Taoists who kept the first precepts three times disappeared without reason. Only the old Guanzhu's pale face became more and more rosy, and his beard and hair were white but his face was like a baby.

Ji Yu can't forget the day after Yu Han disappeared. The audience took the vegetarian food with the public, drinking vegetarian porridge in their mouths, and when he smiled kindly at Ji Yu, the strand of bloody flesh appeared between his teeth.

"Is it my now? There are demons hiding in the sight that eat people and drink blood. Isn't Penglai immortals careless? No one complains? There is such a demon under the feet of the ancestor. Haha... the Taoist ancestral temple... is quiet and calm... Haha, why doesn't the ancestor care..." Ji Yu laughed with red eyes, lifted the bed board, dug out the soil, took out the sandalwood treasure box and opened it.

Looking at the jujube wooden banners stained with dusty spider silk, Ji Yu sneered, slowly put the banners into his sleeves, covered the soil, and tidied up the bed.

After making a basin of water, he gently wiped the Xunfeng Banner with a towel, and said in a daze:

"Everything is fake, but you are the best. Good God Banner. I have never cunned the rabbit and cooked it. I have been sent to my hands. I have always rely on you to protect my life and avoid all kinds of disasters. Although you are stained with dust, I have no power to control the divine wind freely. However, if there is a fierce person who harms me today, regardless of his background, and the gods and immortals. With your protection, I will not be afraid..."

The golden swords and iron horses flashed in his eyes, and the glorious years were like tigers. Ji Yu sneered, "I said that my subordinates were no less lives than you, and I have never been slaughtered by anyone. If you want to die, then compare who is more fierce..."

He put the banner into his sleeves, took the Jiyun Fairy Sword hanging on the wall, Ji Yu pulled the sheath open, and a clear pond flashed. Ji Yu stroked the sword, tied the sword belt on his shoulder, washed his face with a clean water, turned around and left the door and headed towards the presidency palace.

Many Taoists along the way wondered why Ji Yu was calm and Ji Yu accepted it calmly. He should be treated with a tribute, but no one was confused about Ji Yu's sword on his back. After all, Ji Yu is famous for his love of boxing and swordplay in Han Yinguan, and he practices almost every day when he has time.

Walking all the way to the gate of the temple, Ji Yu vomited out a turbid air and knocked on the door. Soon, an old tone came out, "Is it a fellow Taoist Yushu? Please come in, the old Taoist body is old, so I won't welcome you in with you."

Ji Yu pushed open the middle door and saw that the door of the front wing was wide open, with white beard and white hair, and the host with fairy style and Taoist bone sat cross-legged in the middle of the cloud bed and meditating.

"Disciple Yushu, I have seen Master Yun Song Dao." Ji Yu did not close the middle door and slowly walked into the front wing to Yun Songzi and bowed his head and bowed to him.

"Fellow Daoist Yushu... Are you back from practicing swords? Swords, weapons and weapons are killing weapons, which are not in line with the quiet and natural wind of my Xuanmen..." Yun Songzi narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Ji Yu who was standing tightly, and taught slowly.

Ji Yu bowed without expression and said, "Yes... I'm sure to follow the teachings of Master Dao, and I dare not forget them."

"Haha... There is no need to be so restrained in front of the old Taoist. You have been in the Hanyin Temple for a year. The old Taoist has been sitting in the Hantan before, but he is a little distant from you..." Yun Songzi looked at Ji Yu with a gentle smile on his face, and said with a kind smile as if he was looking at his own children and grandchildren:

"You take a few steps closer and let Master Dao take a good look. This old man is so blurred that he can't see the faces of you young people clearly. Let's get closer..."

Ji Yu's heart tightened. After a while of silence, he lowered his sleeves and walked to the cloud bed, chanting a spell in his heart, and his hands shrank in his broad robe and twisted the Xunfeng Banner, silently.

A pair of old hands with dry hands, with a little inch left in his nails, slowly stroked Ji Yu's forehead. Ji Yu's eyes glared, his eyes slightly condensed, and he was about to activate the Xunfeng Banner, the old hand as thin as tree bark quickly retracted, and the old voice sounded:

"It turns out that he is a good Taoist bone and a good root. His future is limitless. He will definitely be able to inherit the supreme Dharma of Biyou Palace..."

"Yun Song Dao is Miaozan, Xiaodao is ashamed, and he dare not say that he is deeply rooted..." Ji Yu's whole body was tense, and he had never relaxed at all. If this old ghost dared to move around, Ji Yu couldn't control whether he violated the precepts or not. Let's talk about it with Xunfeng.

Yun Songzi waved his hand boredly and replied lightly, "Young people nowadays, you are so humble. There is a diary for the main hall of the moon. You are asked to rush to the Shangqing Palace before the first day of next month. It is already twenty-five today.

You don’t have to do chores today, so you can go back and clean up, so you can rest for a night, and tomorrow you will rush back to Shangqing Palace to keep the precepts. You have walked the road more than once. This time you go by yourself, and you won’t arrange for someone to send you away.”

Ji Yu's eyes finally fluctuated, and he nodded slowly, walked out of the hospital with a bow, and there were many people leaving the middle gate. Ji Yu wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and he was secretly confused and puzzled. "Just just now, there was obviously a moment when he was on his back. I couldn't help but send the old ghost to heaven ascend to heaven, why did he suddenly restrain himself?"

On the Yun couch in the middle of the main hall, Yun Songzi squinted her eyes and stared at Ji Yu's back and disappeared. With a flash of her finger, the courtyard door closed and closed. Under the swaying light, Yun Songzi's head was covered with black hair and beard turned into white badger's hair, and her two red jade-like small eyes turned:

"This person is extraordinary, with deep roots and high understanding, and he keeps the precepts and rules all the way without violating them. If he goes rashly, he is afraid that his grandfather and the leader will not tolerate me. It is said that it was brought by the old ghost who is a god. It is just a few gods and immortals. With the magical powers of grandfather, he can easily control it.

But this kid has such a murderous aura. I am afraid that I don’t have to eat less in the past few years. Before he entered the Tao, he was a general who fought. "Yun Song had a bloody red tongue, his sharp nose moved a few times, and said secretly:

"With this kid's roots and bones, and the fragrance of eating the upper realm of immortals, if I swallowed him, I could survive for hundreds of years. I almost couldn't help it just now.

Forget it, let’s look at it later. The ancestor must have been paying close attention to him. If I swallowed it rashly, it would be a good ending if I went to the ground immediately. If the ancestor took me as lamp oil, it would be a terrible thing. It would be better to let it go rather than kill the wrong one..."

After thinking silently for a while, Yun Songzi suddenly changed his expression and said in a deep voice, "Not good...Not good, look at this boy's appearance just now, I'm afraid he has already seen the clues. If he becomes an immortal in the future, how could he let me go or stab the ancestor to the end, can I still survive..."

"But if you kill him directly, there will be countless immortals in Penglai. Who doesn't know my foundation? If it doesn't work...If it doesn't work..." Yun Songzi's face was gloomy and she suddenly moved her heart and changed her mind and said in surprise.

"I have to think of a way to break the precepts. There are thirty-six Zhongji precepts. After breaking the precepts, I can only pass on some small techniques. After passing on the precepts, the ancestors never ask about the disciples. The lower immortals will definitely not be able to live in the Penglai Biyou Palace. They have to make a living outside. At that time, if he is just a small spell, I will not let me control it...hehe...haha..."
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