The weather is very good today, the sun is rising high, Malatang sits in the warm sunshine with her knees in her arms, surrounded by several little monks and Taoists, clears her throat and starts another round of speeches.

She and Chen Ning and Taoist Master Xu Qing came to Qingfeng Temple first. She never imagined that the two Taoist masters who were smiling in front of Old Brother Xu would be so terrible. They sent away the rich man named Hu and Taoist Yun Guang to protect Qingfeng Temple. They did not expect that after Brother Xu arrived, Qingfeng Temple suddenly became a gathering place for countless strange people. In just a few days, there were more than a dozen old monks and Taoist priests she saw. The old monk and Taoist priest brought the little monks and Taoist priests with them. There were as many as fifty or sixty monks and Taoist priests in the temple...

The old monks obviously had their own circles. There were not many rooms in the temple, so they built wooden houses and tents by themselves. The old Taoists walked with President Chen and Taoist Master Xu Qing. They were very busy every day. They either took cinnabar on the temple wall and drew some talismans that she couldn't understand even if they could read it, or they piled some rocks and wood in Qingfeng Temple "routinely", and they didn't know what they were used for.

I once wanted to run to ask Master Xu Qing several times, but Master was so busy that he had no time to pay attention to her, which made Malatang suddenly feel that he had become a very unnecessary person.

Malatang misses Brother Old Xu very much, but since Brother Old Xu met Taoist Yizhen, he ran to the deepest yard of Qingfeng Temple and went into seclusion. He secretly wanted to see Brother Old Xu several times, but he was driven back by Senior Brother Bai Lu who was guarding the yard. Malatang is so bored that he is almost crazy.

Fortunately, there are many young monks and Taoist priests who are as bored as she is crazy. These little monks cannot get close to the "female sex", but the "female sex" of Malatang is different. The teachers and teachers all know that her relationship with Xu Zhenren will not stop it, but will encourage their disciples to communicate more with her. As a result, it becomes like this. Every day after morning class, after eating the big pot vegetarian rice provided by Qingfeng Temple, countless bald and Taoist priests surrounded Malatang and urged her repeatedly: "Amitabha, the Supreme Taoist Lord, fellow Taoist, should we tell the story of Xu Zhenren again?"

"Well, is it? Where did you talk about yesterday?" Malatang giggled. This feeling of stars like a surround the moon made her enjoy it, and she even began to become a little obsessed. Moreover, over the past few days, her eloquence has been getting better and better, and she has become a little lingering. Thinking that these are all given by Brother Xu, she felt warm in her heart.

"Taishang Taoist Master, my senior sister talked about the appearance of the old turtle yesterday. Master Xu was about to subdue it..." A little Taoist priest looked at Malatang with eyes. In fact, he was not young. He was over twenty years old, with a face like a jade, and had a taste of Taoist bone fairy style. However, Malatang had seen too many "masters" and he had never had the "strong back" of his elder brother Gao Jueguren in his heart. He looked like a "little Taoist priest".

"Let me tell you in vain?" Malatang turned her black eyes, and a hint of cunning appeared.

"Amitabha, how can this be true? Senior Sister Malatang, this is the 'Little Huan Dan' given to me by my master. Although it is not a truly legendary elixir, it is also made of fumigation and production with more than a dozen precious herbs. It can sacrifice the lives of mortals and can make martial arts masters like you go further. Please accept it!"

Those who can follow the masters to Qingfeng Temple at this joint are extraordinary disciples, and they will be elite figures from all lineages in the future. The master brought them here in order to let them experience more and gain more connections. Sometimes the Taoist world values ​​connections beyond the ordinary.

How can these talented people from all walks of life not know what status Xu Zhenren is now? So how can they not know that this little woman who is always called "Old Brother Xu" will have infinite possibilities in the future?

It is certainly interesting to listen to her telling stories, but which of these elite disciples around her listened to stories for the sake of listening to stories? It is serious to find an opportunity to break up the incense with this Malatang "Senior Sister"...

"Sister Malatang, this 'spirit talisman' was personally passed down by my master. I have been immersed in the hall for many years. My spiritual power is comparable to that of an extraordinary thing. At the critical moment, I can protect my senior sister from danger and not fall into the devil's disaster..."

"Amitabha, this junior brother has such a big tone! It's just a talisman, but it's just an outsider. How can I avoid the devil's disaster? Malatang Junior Sister, I have a "gold steel body" practice method here, which is best suited to you, the twelve serious and smooth martial arts masters. I have a vast Buddhist sect and have no idea. If my junior sister is interested, I will teach you this..."

"You'd better forget it. Who is the junior sister of Malatang? Sooner or later, I'll have to be supported by Zhenren Xu. With the power of Zhenren Xu, what kind of talismans and cultivation techniques will be missing? However, Zhenren Xu's practices of the Dharma and does not like strange and lewd things, and probably has no time to sacrifice magic weapons. I have a small thing here, which I'll send to Junior Sister Yu to play with."

The speaker was Monk Wuzhen from Fanglu Temple in Wuyun Mountain. He smiled and took out a bamboo tube from his arms, poured out four soybeans, but the beans were unique, full and round, and seemed to be filled with mist in the sun. Wuzhen pinched a magic trick, and with one finger, the soybeans slammed and rotated, gradually growing their heads, faces and limbs, and they grew when they encountered the wind. Finally, they turned into four long men with golden armors with helmets and weapons in their hands.

Wuzhen pointed to two large bluestones far away outside the mountain gate and said, "Amitabha, these two stones are so annoying. You will move them to the back mountain..." Four golden armored men bowed together and said, "Receive the order!" Then they turned into four yellow lights and rolled the two bluestones to the back mountain.

After about half a stick of incense, four golden lights were turned back and turned into four soybeans again. Wuzhen smiled and put the four soybeans back into the bamboo tube, and sent them to Malatang and said, "This is my Buddhist magic weapon. You only need to recite the magic formula silently to transform into the Buddhist guardian gold steel. You can eliminate demons and eliminate demons and everything. Please accept it..."

"Swish, what kind of Buddhist magic weapon, the protector of the Dharma, isn't it the Taoist 'spoons to make soldiers'? I heard from the master that in ancient times, there were powerful people who possessed the thirty-six magical powers of Tiangang. They could turn into divine weapons and generals by taking rice and beans on earth at will. Later generations, Zhang Tianshi, a master of Longhu Mountain, created convenient methods and could use ordinary beans and rice to refine them as weapons. Although they had infinite magical powers, they were not comparable to these great magical powers.

Monk Wuzhen, this is clearly my Taoist magic weapon. Why did it become a Buddhist thing when you say it?

Junior sister Malatang, don’t be deceived by him.”

A young Taoist priest scoffed at his nose.

"I don't care about Buddhism and Taoism. This little thing is really interesting. Brother Wuzhen, thank you..."

Children who grow up in the mountains all have the simplest view. If you have the opportunity, you have to collect all the materials that are useful to you in case of unexpected changes. This is a habit of going deep into the bone marrow of Malatang.

Malatang was always here, and happily accepted the gifts of "filial piety" by monks and Taoists. After clearing their throats, they were about to start telling the story of Brother Xu. Suddenly, there was a familiar voice in my ear: "Malatang, two guests came outside the mountain gate. Please lead them in for me..."

Old Brother Xu!
Chapter completed!