"Son, no matter what happens, hide under the haystack and don't come out."

This is the last sentence Yang Yuhe said to Yang Jin.

Yang Yuhe himself likes to study and is already indifferent to Taoism. He firmly believes that there is a golden house in books and a beautiful woman in books.

If he loses his cultivation level and does not use magic, he is just an ordinary man with a physical body, that's all.

He wore a high hat and exposed himself to the sun for three hours. Soon after, he died of illness. During this period, he didn't say anything to Yang Jin.

But his eyes seemed to tell Yang Jin.

When I leave in the future, you must study hard. Don’t regard books and knowledge as a disaster because of this.

Yang Jin nodded crying, and when he died, he was still calling him dad.

dad...

Yang Jin became alone.

During this period, only one person cared about him.

The young man from the city, the young man named Ma Dongwen, would come from time to time to ask about his well-being.

From time to time, he brought Yang Jin big white flour steamed buns.

Very fragrant.

He was a very righteous person. When everyone came to think about "clearing" Meishan Temple, only Ma Dongwen stood up.

Although it was useless for him to stand up, Yang Jin also remembered it in his heart, for many years.

Until three years later.

Another group of people came to Meishan Temple.

The older generation is always a little nostalgic. The villagers still feel guilty about the Yang family and Meishanguan for the unexpected death.

The pain will pass by over time.

There will be guilt.

The older generation is gradually leaving, and the younger generation is holding the right to speak in the village.

For example, the main forces who bullied Yang Jin back then.

They are younger and more radical.

‘The Taoist temple is a demon, it’s not okay to keep it.’

‘I heard that there are many ancient events in it? I heard that I even worshipped gods?’

‘Anyway, it’s someone from a foreign surname…’

With each thoughts, everyone held up the banner and walked towards Meishan Temple with great confidence. At that time, Yang Jin was gnawing on a steamed bun in the Taoist temple. Facing this proud team, he was very panicked and hurried forward to greet him.

"Brothers and sisters, what's wrong, this is it? We have something to discuss."

Yang Jin had a hypocritical smile on his face. Over the years, he had learned how to flatter.

The leader pointed to the sign of Meishan Temple and said, "This is the old. We must abandon the backward and welcome the new one."

"We, respond to the call."

"No! This is my home, this is my furniture. Please stop, that... that is not a cultural relic, that is the wooden chair my dad gave me..."

Yang Jin wanted to stop them, but he had no one influential power, so he was soon beaten and smashed here... How many were smashed and how many were touched away, Yang Jin himself didn't know.

When they wanted to smash the statue of the mountain goddess, they found that the thing was very hard and could not be smashed or moved. They could not be moved or moved away, so they could only be left first.

The frames were smashed and the smoke was burning. Taoist sects, the immortal tablets worshipped, and some of the Yin soldiers and spirit generals who were worshipped could not stop the mighty young people. After being smashed, the ball was slipped away.

At this moment, someone stood up. It was Ma Dongwen. He was wearing a gray cloth clothes and knew something was wrong when he heard someone coming up the mountain. After running hurriedly, he gasped and said, "We are going to respond to the call, but you should not use this reason to vent your selfish desires and vent the banner to commit violence. This, this, this, is obviously a daily necessity, not an antique, nor an old thing..."

"You are from another village, can you control you?"

A big boy was impatient. When he was smashing something, he smashed it at Ma Dongwen. Unexpectedly, the smash was Ma Dongwen's head, which made him open an account and made him feel bloody when he smashed his head.

Blood, the flow of poles.

Dipped with porcelain pieces and wood chips.

Bright red.

How could those people who were red-eyed and red-eyed to care about these young people who fell to the ground?

Only Yang Jin looked at the world blankly, and finally the person who cared about him fell in a pool of blood.

who is he?

He was just a educated youth who was more righteous and wealthy in the countryside. He did not give Yang Jin too much preferential treatment. He just looked at him and his Meishan Temple simply and equally.

He also fell down.

Yang Jin was stunned, looking at his bed and the fur of the beast beside him.

The skins of sheep and cows seem to touch his heartstrings...

This is the first time that Yang Jin has cast a complete Taoist Dharma.

"The world is invincible..."

"Qiankun, borrowing the Dharma..."

......

"The world is invincible, and the universe borrows the Dharma."

The talisman mixed with Yin Fire dispersed from the ground, forming a siege. Li Wei only shook the strings in his hand slightly, and the sound was overflowing, and the Yin Fire Talisman was shaken open.

However, scattered evil fire fell on Li Wei's body, burning all traces of Taoist robe.

Some pain.

After Yang Jin woke up, he saw the Taoist in white in front of him, with vertical pupils cracked on his eyebrows.

"Fellow Taoist, is this your magical passage? "The tall Taoist seemed a little surprised by the magical power of the Taoist in front of him: "It's like a yellow beam dream, which made me see my past and make my fellow Taoist... laugh."

Li Wei asked straightforwardly.

"You use the method of making animals to turn the smashed people into livestock, and then what?"

"Then?"

Yang Jin had a brilliant face, as if he had recalled something wonderful: "Of course, it was the banquet for the villagers who went up the mountain to look for people. Their parents were very happy to eat in front of mutton and beef. They all forgot that they came up the mountain to find their children, and they also forgot that the mess of this place was their children's masterpiece."

This word seems to be the most vicious blade.

Li Wei had nothing to say, and the strings in his hand were plucked, and the song "The Ambush on Ten" and the song "The Story of Guangling San" were played interactively.

The sound of the piano is like a knife, killing, killing, and the rhythm is like a blade.

The gloomy ghost creatures, the sky is covered by blood moon, and the righteousness and principles of the heaven and earth must be evaded here.

Yang Jin looked at the bloody moon in the sky and murmured.

"Fellow Taoist, you are one step late. My blood moon covers the sun. In this mountain range, even if you are not married to the goddess, her magic power should be used by me. Heaven and earth are in the most extreme... Forget it, there is no need to chant mantras."

"Xuanfa, come."

The continuous power supports Yang Jin.

Continuous, endless.
Chapter completed!