Chapter 189

Before ancient times, Qin and Han Dynasties, Tang and Song Dynasties, wilderness, battlefield, town.

A page of gold paper and a black ball kept fighting.

Lu Zhengkang is struggling to suppress Xiangshu, while also trying to break free from the seal of hell.

He can guarantee that he will break free before Xiangshu. After all, pure land is much better than hell.

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The thirty-two peaks of ranshan have their own beauty. The people of ranshan build houses and build roads in this large area of mountains.

The vast ranshan mountain is covered with many old forests and rolling hills. Many places are rugged and difficult to walk. The monks, who are close to nature, often live in seclusion in a secluded place. In such a large territory, there are many capable people of ranshan, and many of them have never seen each other in their lifetime.

I don't get to know each other. That's it.

The lowest level disciples of ranshan are called Sanren. They are often responsible for the chores and the daily life of the noble people.

The next level is the sword slave. Before repairing the sword, you should be a slave. You can find the way with sincerity. Most of the disciples at this level are guided by their master.

However, the three sects of Mount ranshan, Yinyang, Shenjian and Yufu are climbing higher and higher. If the disciples can pass the three passes, Excel and have good conduct, they can get rid of the tourists and be promoted to the successor of the three sects.

The highest level of a disciple is the successor of sanzong, also known as zhenzhuan disciple.

By the time of sanzong, Taoists are qualified to preach and receive disciples. He is a disciple, but he is also a servant. When he becomes a master, the happiest thing is that he instructs his younger disciple to do something.

The old Taoist song kaixiu is a mediocre guy. His martial arts attainments are very poor. However, his master was once an immortal master of Ran Shan. With this relationship, he naturally became a true biographer before his master died.

This step exhausted all his fortune. After that, for decades, he was not promoted, he could not become a Dharma protector of Qinglang, and his mentor died of old age. Slowly, he became less motivated and planned to find a disciple to inherit his "good skills".

Smelly sweet potatoes are only worthy of rotten eggs. Song kaixiu collected a few scattered people before and after. They all ran away because of their poor martial arts and threw themselves to others.

Finally, the aggrieved song kaixiu decided not to accept any more apprentices. For another three or five years, until one day, he found a little baby in a wolf's den on the mountain. The boy saw that he was not afraid at all. After being raised by the wolf's mother for several years, he didn't have any wild nature, and looked like a pure child. Lao Dao was so happy that he thought it was a gift from heaven to make him proud.

He took the baby back to take good care of it. Day by day, the child grew up and followed his master every day. He didn't know if song kaixiu's education level was too poor. In a word, the child was abandoned.

When you are young, you may not be good when you are big. The old Taoist humbly comforted himself with this reason. It's not that he can't teach well, it's that the boy's talent is precocious and his potential is exhausted when he grows up.

With this understanding, the old Taoist emissary became more comfortable.

"Ping'an, go and bring the foot lotion. Don't burn it too hot."

"Ping'an, I'll cook the meal. You can heat up the dish of fried meat with garlic sprouts that I didn't finish last night..."

Peace this, peace that, peace do everything you need to do.

Wang Ping'an.

The little Taoist asked the master, why did he take his surname Wang?

The old Taoist coughed and fooled him.

In fact, the reason is very simple. His real father is Wang.

Song kaixiu knew about his apprentice's life experience. When Wang Ping'an was first discovered by him, he hung a brass long life lock around his neck with eight characters engraved on it.

Although Lao Dao's professional level in Taoism is not high, his basic skills are not bad. It took him several years to find his apprentice's father. He is a beggar called Wang sanmazi. His clothes are ragged and his body is covered with festering sores.

As for Wang Ping'an's mother, she died long ago.

"Stay at ranshan, stay at master's side for a lifetime. I don't want you to be outstanding. Just be safe."

The little Taoist is not happy, not happy in all kinds of sense.

He is weak in martial arts, weak in technique and soft in character. He is oppressed by his master at home and ignored by his classmates in the sect. He feels like a transparent man.

In the year 109 of the pure land calendar, he was eight years old. On June 13, he went to the mountain to collect herbs alone.

It rained a little last night. The soil in the mountains was still wet. The mountain haze filled the woods. Walking on the mountain road full of thorns, the crown of the tree dripped a few points of accumulated rain from time to time. It fell on him, on the Taoist robe and in the medicine basket. The water was very cold. It hit the skin like little ice beads. It was so cold that people could shiver.

Wang Ping'an walked along the familiar road. He only planned to go to the deep forest to find some elderberry. However, the fog was so heavy that he accidentally turned into a strange animal Road, which was stepped out by wild boars, rabbits and other animals in the mountains.

At the end is a cave.

Wang Ping'an's eyes were wide open. In the dim light and the misty fog, a large group of wild animals were gathering around the cave entrance. There was a tiger, six or seven foxes, three wolves, several hedgehogs and a litter of Rabbits There were hundreds of them, and almost all the animals from the nearby hills came.They lay quietly, silent, looking into the darkness of the cave.

Predators and prey, meat eaters and herbivores meet, but peace, the scene is very peaceful.

What's in the cave?

When he arrived, he was found by a tiger. The beast turned his head and looked at him. Then he suddenly got up. Wang Ping'an was stunned. He thought that the insect wanted to eat himself, but he intuitively felt that the tiger was spiritual and affectionate. It was impossible for him not to eat the rabbit in his mouth, so he specially caught people to kill him?

Sure enough, the tiger listened, and then roared a few times. The animals made way for Wang Ping'an to enter the cave.

Do you want to go?

Of course.

There are so many fairy stories. After reading them, he wants to have an adventure in his dreams. Now the opportunity is in front of him. How can he let it go?

Brave enough to cross the herd, he entered the cave. It's not dark here. There's a small hole on it that leaks light. There's no living thing in the hole. Wang Ping'an is relieved to move forward. He doesn't want to walk a few steps to the end.

A stone wall blocked the way. It was wet and covered with moss.

The little Taoist looked around, but there was no immortal. He felt worried and groped on the stone wall. The rough rock was cold and hard, and was stained with a layer of sticky water. He approached the stone and looked at it carefully.

All the way down, until the right hand touched a smooth jade feeling of the wall.

Wang Ping'an was very happy. He took out his hoe and began to dig along the edge of the jade. These are limestone, which is still fragile. The Taoist priest worked hard for an hour, and was tired to death. Then he saw that what was embedded in the stone was a black pyramid, which was obviously artificial and imitated Xumi mountain. He was overjoyed, forgetting his fatigue and working harder.

As the day went by, most of the stones were cleared. Wang Ping'an pulled the pyramid out of the stone, and then he took out a piece of gold paper.

As soon as the gold paper came out, there were all kinds of animals wailing outside the cave. Wang Ping'an held a pyramid and looked at the gold paper on the ground. The roll of paper spread out a corner, vaguely revealing an iron black arm and a thin palm. He looked at the evil and terror.

At this glance, he felt as if he had been gripped by the five zang organs, and he felt sharp pain.

"Ah --" cry, soon because the lung air is drained and low.

He felt that he was going to die. It was not a fate. It was a robbery.

At this time, white light came out of the pyramid in his arms, gently soothing his body and mind. Wang Ping'an gasped like he was about to drown, and did not dare to look at the gold paper.

The light in the pyramid became more and more bright, which attracted Taoist's Epiphyllum.

Calm words sounded in his ears, "you pick up the hilt, remember to send it to Taiwu's descendants, don't run around, move faster."

What hilt? The Taoist didn't understand.

Suddenly, the pyramid shakes. Wang Ping'an can't hold it. He immediately lets go. He sees that the black jade like pyramid suddenly presses the gold paper on the ground. Then there is a dull hum, and both disappear.

Nothing.

The morning was in vain.

Wang Ping'an was stunned for a while, and then recovered. Just now, there was a lot of noise outside. He was afraid that someone would come later, so he quickly picked up the medicine basket and prepared to leave.

Out of the hole, at this time, the animals lying on the ground are all dead.

The cold wind blows, and the little Taoist who is full of sweat only feels cold at the bottom of his heart.