Chapter 826

Outside the Sanqing Temple of the Taoist temple, the horizon has been faintly white. Dark oil lamps are enshrined in front of the Sanqing statue, and behind them are three old yellow futons. The Sanqing temple is small, because the Shangqing Palace on the Phoenix Mountain is originally a small Taoist temple. It is about 30 meters deep. The Sanqing statue is high on both sides, with some tables and chairs on both sides. Jiang Taichong sits on one of the chairs, What the hell is thinking.

He stood on tiptoe on the tea lamp on the table. The good Longquan kiln tea lamp was glazed like a clam shell. "Today's hot water is slow!" Jiang Taichong thought, "I'll tell them later. Be sharp and diligent. I'll be here soon. I can't be so slow!"

Jiang Taichong was a little proud when he thought of people coming to our courtyard. This was his act of God. The little disciples of Yizhuang often came. He thought he was also a Taoist. Who in the courtyard looked at him? Who knows? There was such a big fish behind him - going down to Maoshan, a heretic outsider, and the heart of our sect... How arrogant was Chen Jiugong when he was there?

I have to retreat. I heard that I had a fight before.

And now? If you don't enter the right way and die, you will die and lose your soul. You can't even keep the orthodoxy. Taoist... Hehe, the evil spirits who go down to Maoshan are also called Taoist? I was just idle that day. I asked jokingly. I didn't expect that the little boy of Yizhuang could get such important news... The remaining evils of going to Maoshan!

At that time, Chen Jiugong was also a hero. He was a person like a grass mustard. He was able to break into such a large family business. When Mao mountain was in full bloom, three real people and 19 Taoists were seriously influenced by hundreds of Taoist priests, like cooking oil on fire!

Now, although it has fallen! But who can tell how much money is left?

Maybe... There should be some magic tools! When he thought of this, Jiang Taichong couldn't help but feel hot and dry. He subconsciously raised the tea lamp and felt a light in his hand. Then he suddenly said, "the hot water is burning too slowly today! Wait a minute, you should scold the group of pyrotechnics..."

Jiang Taichong sent the news because he was worried that the two widows and widows in Yizhuang had magic weapons and even magic weapons. Otherwise, Taoist Jiang also knew some people. It's not easy to touch the door at night and kill an old man and child, but it's not so easy to go down the door of Maoshan!

That's a patriarchal figure of three religions.

Otherwise, why did he bother to give the oil and water to the Taoists with eyes higher than the top and nose facing the sky?

Jiang Taichong sighed, looked up and counted the time. There were... One day, two days... Five days. It was a very fast speed to get here from Maoshan in five days. If there were not magic instruments and talismans between Taoists as a means of communication, which would save the time from here to Maoshan, how could it be so fast? Now it is not so convenient for the imperial court to send residence newspapers.

Except dongxichang and royal guards, who dares to bother the imperial court to worship Taoist officials? At present, the political envoys of various provinces have not fully realized the communication of Taoism and Dharma. In some remote provinces, there are no Taoist officials around the governor, and they have to use the post station to deliver memorials and writings... It's pity to see that the group of businessmen who put money in Jiangnan listen to and see the magic tools such as magic symbols!

Jiang Taichong is counting his time here. He doesn't dare to send someone to monitor the remaining evils of the small Maoshan mountain. With the monitoring means of his Taoists, he says it's almost the same to inform the evil Taoists in Xiamao mountain... The Taoists in Xiamao mountain are the ancestors of heresy

At this time, the Taoists and Taoists in the other courtyard of the Taiqing palace have begun to gather in the Sanqing hall. The other two genuine Taoists with records can naturally enter the Sanqing hall, but those Taoists... Have you seen the Taoists whose biggest beard is white? It is not uncommon for a "Taoist child" to be muscular, skillful in martial arts and have a more magnificent chest and arms than a woman.

These "Taoist children" can only kneel on the patio under the Sanqing hall with a futon!

A muscular "Taoist boy" probably got up late and hurried from the corridor to the Sanqing hall. It was a little dark. He saw a Taoist from the initiating explosive device Institute... Taoist boy, carrying a teapot, hurried to the Sanqing hall. The Taoist boy was bent, and it could be seen that he was also a Taoist boy who was not young.

A disciple of an outside sect, who reads as a "Taoist boy" and writes of a Taoist soldier, Thug and guard, deliberately bumped into the fire Taoist and knocked the people staggering. Then he smiled and proudly wanted to watch the fire Taoist protect the teapot, but he only saw that the fire Taoist seemed embarrassed, but in fact he pasted it around him very quickly, and the teapot filled with hot water was carried lightly in his hand, With the other hand, he grabbed his face.

The man felt that the thin hand holding his face was like an iron casting, which imprisoned him.

The big hand twisted slightly and made a clear click in the silent corridor——

The man's head turned a different angle than normal human beings could do. The figure that looked like a pyrotechnic Taoist pushed the heavy body behind a clump of weeds with a slight force.

Wang Chen was also wearing an ill fitting broad robe in the back, and his face was covered with some pot bottom ash, but compared with the cover up technique of the previous pyrotechnics Taoist, it can be said that he was very careless. He held a wooden tray, which covered most of his face. On the tray were very exquisite cakes.

The cakes wrapped in white icing look delicious.

When Wang Chen left the initiating explosive device, he picked up a knife. After all, he was a decent sect. There were always a few useful butchers in the Taoist temple. The cattle and sheep knife was fast and the killing was very quick. If it was a Taoist temple of Quanzhen sect, Wang Chen would have TOEFL if he could find two kitchen knives! It's not like this. You can kill your heart with an ox ear sharp knife in your hand.

The closer they were to the Sanqing hall, the more likely they were to encounter other Taoists. In front of the corner, Wang Chen wiped his nose and almost ran into a Taoist boy. He said, before he could see clearly, Wang Chen sent the ox ear sharp knife into his body. The knife was inserted obliquely from the diaphragm between his chest and abdomen and poured into his lungs. The Taoist boy was an adult, but he was only as old as the crown, A young face was a little confused. Before he understood what had happened, blood with pink bubbles gushed out of his mouth.

Wang Chen's face was bloody.

Wang Chen calmly twisted the knife handle, turned half a circle, slowly pulled out the sharp knife, took out a white cotton cloth from behind the Taoist robe, wiped his face carefully, and continued to walk forward without changing his face.

With a sharp weapon in mind, kill your heart!

Wang Chen took two steps forward and turned to the patio. There were Taoist children in twos and threes on the patio, with futons, ready to meditate. Along the way, he could see the main hall of Sanqing. Taoist Jiang and two other Taoists were sitting inside. Old Taoist Gong was carrying the teapot with a dull face and walked up.

Wang Chen lowered the tray and walked forward freely. When he came to several Taoist children, his hands trembled slightly, and two cakes stained with icing fell to the ground. The nearby whispered a cry of surprise. Wang Chen pretended not to see and continued to walk up. He saw that the teacher, Taoist Gong, had lifted the kettle, and someone behind him shouted, "something fell... The icing fell on the ground!"

On the Sanqing hall, the teacher's palace pumped out the hot water teapot, suddenly burst up and splashed it on the faces of the three Taoists.

Wang Chen lifted the tray back and rushed up to the Sanqing hall with the fastest speed in his life. The scream of Taoist priest Jiang in the Sanqing hall had just sounded. The teacher, old Taoist Gong, had knocked down a man with a teapot like lightning. Wang Chen took two steps at once. A sharp knife in an ox's ear directly went into the stomach of a Taoist who barely opened his eyes. He hugged the Taoist priest, Three knives in a barrel.

Loosen the paralyzed Taoist priest and block his body behind him as a shield. The next moment, the fire and violent impact came from the patio, and then there was a huge explosion. Even if Wang Chen blocked a gear, the powerful impact still took him, fell back and hit the column of the hall. The violent impact made Wang Chen black in front of his eyes, and the painful viscera were not his own!