Outside the Sanqing Hall of the Taoist temple, the sky was faintly white, and the dim oil lamp was enshrined in front of the Sanqing statue. There were three dilapidated yellow cushions behind it. The Sanqing Hall was not big, because the Shangqing Palace courtyard on Phoenix Mountain was originally a small Taoist temple. It was about a foot deep, and the Sanqing statue was high above, with some tables and chairs on both sides. Jiang Taichong was sitting on one of the chairs, and the God of Mir was thinking about something.

He tiptoed on the teacup on the table, and the best Longquan kiln teacup was glazed like a clam shell. "Today's hot water is slower!" Jiang Taichong thought, "I'll talk to them later, be more neat and diligent, and this sect will soon be here. You can't be so negligent!"

When Jiang Taichong thought of the people coming to this court, he was a little proud. This was his deed. The little disciples from the Yizhuang often came. He thought he was also a Taoist priest. Who in the yard had looked at him with a direct look? Who knew? There was such a big fish behind him - Xia Maoshan, an evil outsider, and a confidant of our sect... How arrogant was Chen Jiugong when he was there?

This sect had to retreat. I heard that there was a fight before.

Now? If you don’t enter the right path, you will die and disappear, and even the Taoist priests will not be saved. Taoist priests... Haha, the evil demons who went down to Maoshan are worthy of being called Taoist priests? It’s also the heavens that day. I was just idle that day. I was just having fun and asked, but I didn’t expect that the little boy from the charity village could get such important news... The remnants of the Maoshan qualities!

At that time, Chen Jiugong was a master of his time. He was a figure like a mustard. He could actually make such a large family business. When he was in full swing, there were three real people and nineteen Taoists who were prides and hundreds of Taoist priests, like cooking oil in a fire!

Although it is in decline now, who can explain how much financial resources can be left?

Maybe... there should be some magic weapons! After calculating up, maybe even magic weapons... Thinking of this, Jiang Taichong couldn't help but feel hot all over and his mouth was dry. He subconsciously raised the teacup and felt a lighter in his hand. Then he suddenly realized: "The hot water boiled too slowly today! Wait a while, I have to scold those fireworks..."

Jiang Taichong sent the news because he was worried that the two widows in the charity village had magic weapons and even magic weapons. Otherwise, Taoist Jiang would have recognized some people from all walks of life and the situation was not easy to kill an old man and a child at night, but it was not that easy to go to Maoshan!

He was a figure who was like a ancestor of all religions and ranks.

Otherwise, why would he give oil and water to the Taoist priests who are above the top and have a nose facing the sky?

Jiang Taichong sighed and looked up, calculating the time, there are still... one day, two days... five days, five days, and five days to arrive here from Maoshan for five days. This is already extremely fast. If it weren't for the Taoist priests who had magical instruments and talismans as communication means, saving time from here to Maoshan, how could it be that fast? It is not so convenient for the court to send a newspaper to the palace now.

Apart from the East China Factory and the Jinyiwei arrested people and handled cases, who dared to bother the imperial court to worship Taoist officials? Now the governors of various provinces have not fully realized Taoist communication. In some remote provinces, there are no Taoist officials around the governors, and they also have to use post stations to deliver memorials and writing... God is pitiful, the group of merchants who put money in Jiangnan have magical instruments such as heaven and earth watching gods!

Jiang Taichong counted the time here. He did not dare to send people to monitor the remnants of the little Maoshan Mountain. Just by the surveillance methods of the Taoist priests under his command, he said that it was almost the same to inform the evil Taoist priests in Xia Maoshan... The Taoist priests in Xia Maoshan were the ancestors of the left-wing Taoist priests!

At this time, the Taoist priests and Taoist boys in the Taiqing Palace courtyard had already begun to gather in the Sanqing Palace. The other two authentic Taoist priests who received the talisman could naturally walk into the Sanqing Palace. But have you seen those Taoist boys... the biggest Taoist boys with white beards? The "Taoist boys" with developed muscles, skilled martial arts, and their chests and arms are even more magnificent than women. It is not rare.

These "Tao Children" could only kneel down on their own in the courtyard below the Sanqing Hall!

A muscular "Tao Child" might have gotten up late, so he hurriedly rushed from the corridor path to Sanqing Hall. The sky was a little dark. He saw a Taoist priest from the Fireworks Institute... a Taoist boy, carrying a teapot, hurried to Sanqing Hall. The Taoist boy was bent in his body, and it was obvious that he was also a Taoist boy of a considerable age.

The outer disciple, pronounced as a "Tao Child", wrote about being a Taoist soldier, a thug, and a guard, intentionally hit the Taoist Taoist priest, and staggered, and then laughed proudly, trying to watch the embarrassed scene of the Taoist priest protecting the teapot, but he only saw the Taoist priest who seemed embarrassed but actually stood next to him very quickly. The teapot filled with hot water was lightly held in his hand, and his other hand grabbed his face.

The man felt that the thin and thin hand that grabbed his face was like casting iron, imprisoning him.

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

The man's head turned a corner that was not as good as a normal human could do. The figure who looked like a Taoist priest in the fireworks just pushed the heavy body behind a cluster of weeds with a slight force.

Wang Chen was wearing a wide Taoist robe that was not suitable for the back, and some pot bottom was covered with dust on his face, but compared to the concealing method of the fire Taoist priest in front, it could be said that he was very careless. He held a wooden tray, which blocked most of his face, and there were very exquisite pastries on it.

The cake strips wrapped in white frosting look quite delicious.

When Wang Chen left the Fireworks Institute, he picked up a knife. After all, it was a sect. In the Taoist temple, there were always a few easy-to-use butcher knives. Killing cattle and sheep was fast and killing people very quickly. If it were the Taoist temple of Quanzhen school, Wang Chen would be able to find two kitchen knives, so he would be TOEFL! Not like now, the ox-eared knife is in his hand, and his murderous intention arises.

The closer they were to the Sanqing Palace, the more likely they were to encounter other Taoist priests. In front of the corner, Wang Chen wiped his nose and almost ran into a Taoist boy. He whispered, and before he could see clearly, Wang Chen sent the Niu Er sharp knife into his body. The knife was inserted into the diaphragm between his chest and abdomen and poured it into his lungs. The Taoist boy was already an adult, but he was only old. His young face was a little confused. Before he could understand what was going on, blood with pink bubbles spurted out of his mouth.

Wang Chen had a bloody look on his face.

Wang Chen calmly twisted the handle of the knife, turned it around for a while, slowly pulled out the sharp knife, took out a white cotton cloth from behind the Taoist robe, and carefully wiped his face clean, and continued to move forward without changing his face.

With a sharp weapon in mind, the murderous intention arises!

Wang Chen walked forward two steps and then turned to the courtyard where there were already Taoist boys in groups of three or three, carrying cushions, ready to meditate. As he looked, he could see Taoist Jiang and two other Taoist priests sitting inside. The division commander, Taoist Gong, was carrying the teapot with a dull face and walking upwards.

Wang Chen lowered the tray and walked forward with a free expression. When he arrived in front of several Taoist boys, his hands trembled slightly, and two cakes of frosted cakes fell to the ground. The person next to him exclaimed in a low voice. Wang Chen pretended not to see it and continued to walk up. He saw that the commander, the old Taoist priest, had already lifted the kettle, and someone shouted behind him: "The thing fell... the sugar cake fell to the ground!"

In the Sanqing Palace, the Master Palace drew a hot hot water teapot and suddenly rose up and poured it on the faces of the three Taoists.

Wang Chen lifted the tray back and rushed towards the Sanqing Hall at the fastest speed in his life. The screams of Taoist Jiang from the Sanqing Hall had just sounded. The division commander, Old Taoist Gong, had already smashed a person with a teapot like lightning. Wang Chen took two steps at three steps, and a sharp-eared knife directly penetrated into the belly of a Taoist priest who had barely opened his eyes. He hugged the Taoist priest and slashed three times in a bucket.

He let go of the limp Taoist priest and blocked his body as a shield. The next moment, the fire and violent impact came from the courtyard, followed by a huge explosion. Even though Wang Chen blocked it, the powerful impact still carried him and fell to the back and hit the pillars of the hall. The violent impact made Wang Chen's eyes dark, and the pain was no longer his own!
Chapter completed!