Soon, I saw the rope shaking violently. The old Taoist face changed drastically and he shouted anxiously: "No, my disciple was discovered to steal the fairy peach!!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the people around him also changed, and they all became worried about the Taoist children.

Komatsu was not very timid. At this moment, he was so scared that he even covered his eyes and did not dare to look at them.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted loudly: "Look at Taoist Master, your disciple is back!"

Hearing the shouts, many people who saw it had already noticed that a black shadow appeared at the top of the rope, the size of a fist. The shadow was slim and not very clear. However, looking at the movement, it should be the disciple of the Taoist priest.

"Come down quickly, hurry up..." Many people shouted.

The black shadow grew rapidly, and it was the Taoist boy who had gone up before. Soon, he had already dropped to three or four feet above the ground. Then he was faster and fell back to the ground with a thump.

"Disciple, are you okay?" the Taoist priest asked hurriedly.

"I'm fine, I'm almost caught by Dao Zun's subordinates. Fortunately, my disciple moves quickly." Dao Tong shouted with a breath.

"It's good if it's okay, it's good if it's okay. Can the fairy peach be picked?" asked the old Taoist priest again.

"A disciple was discovered as soon as he entered Xiantaoyuan. He only picked one," said the Taoist boy, who took out a peach as big as a bowl from his arms. It was furry on the top and a few green leaves on the bottom. It seemed that it really seemed that he had just picked it off.

The old Taoist priest took the peach and walked to the rich young master and said, "Young master, the peach has been picked, you can verify the authenticity."

The rich young master took the peach and played for a long time before he reluctantly handed it back, "It's true, this ten taels of silver were given to the Taoist priest. In addition, I don't know how much silver this fairy peach is worth. I bought it, and one hundred taels are enough..."

"Young Master is joking. This is an immortal peach. How can it be measured by yellow and white things in the world? Today, I will select a few destined people and eat them together, without taking any money." The old Taoist priest answered, with a light smile on his face.

With the words of the old Taoist priest, the onlookers were sensation again. They rushed to shout: "Master Taoist, I am a destined person... Give it to me..."

For a moment, the scene was extremely chaotic.

"Everyone is quiet, whether you are destined to be destined to be poor." The Taoist quickly divided the peaches into half and sent them into the crowd one by one. The rich young master also divided them into one point and ate them in his mouth, and was amazed: "It tastes delicious, it is indeed a fairy peach!"

The rest of the people were not able to do so, so they could only watch them with a glance.

Some people who were unwilling to accept it even shouted tentatively: "Master, why don't you let your apprentice go to Xiantaoyuan again..."

"It's already very difficult to steal peaches today, how can I go again?" The old Taoist priest shook his head repeatedly, "If you want to protect your peace and prosperity, I have other methods... My ancestor is the great master, and I will ask a few Taoist statues to go back to ensure safety..."

So that's it, Chang Jin finally understood a little.

All the previous things were just forefathers, but they were just eye-catching. The ultimate goal was still to be the power of incense.

This Taoist is quite aware of flexibility. If he said preaching at the beginning of the show, there would probably not be many people convinced him. After this performance, most of the people present believed that he had magical powers and the effect was naturally obvious.

Moreover, Chang Jin believed that this Taoist's method was not only the only one, but also had a later move.

It’s just that the incense is related to the Taoist throne. The old Taoist priest preached directly in Wanshan Prefecture City, almost blatantly digging the corners of Yuqing Dao.

This place is not far from Wushan Temple, and someone should have known the courtyard. However, what surprised him was that he had not seen Yuqingdao people so far.

Several small Taoist statues actually sold hundreds of taels of silver.

"Yunsheng, I only now know that there are so many strange people in the world. In the past, I was really watching the sky in Tongqu County." Seeing the old Taoist master and apprentice leaving, Wang Qinian hurriedly set off to follow.

"Brother Qingyuan, what are you doing?" Chang Jin hurriedly pulled him.

"Brother Yu suddenly became interested in practicing Taoism. Follow this Taoist priest to see if he could meet the opportunity."

"Opportunity?!" Chang Jin was so amused and crying. The two of them met Xuandong Taoist at a restaurant outside before coming to Wanshan Prefecture. Wang Qinian had this idea at that time. Later, he didn't hear him mention it, and he thought Wang Qinian had given up his thoughts, but who knew that he still missed him today.

"Brother Qingyuan, chance is not so easy to meet. Do you know that old Taoist? What if he is a bad person?"

"How could this Taoist priest be a villain..."

"Have you forgotten Nan Wengzi? You know people but not your heart. As long as the other party plans to preach in Wanshan Prefecture, I believe there will be a chance to meet again in the future.

If you enter the wrong door and worship the wrong master, it will be too late to regret it. If you really have the idea of ​​cultivating immortals, wouldn’t it be better to observe it for a while?” Chang Jin said again and said. Somehow, although he did not find the evil spirit in this Taoist priest, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

When he heard him mention Nan Wengzi, Wang Qinian's eager gaze faded. Nan Wengzi was so fairy-like, but later they almost died.

Yunsheng is right, observe first and then talk about it.

Seeing that the other party had given up his thoughts for the time being, Chang Jin breathed a sigh of relief. If Wang Qinian insisted on becoming a disciple and practicing Taoism, he really didn't know what to do.

"Brother Qingyuan, let's go to Hebo Temple to have a look."

With the previous appointment with the City God, Chang Jin really had some expectations for Dushui Hebo, but he didn't know what kind of person the other party was.

The three of them walked along with the crowded crowd and soon arrived at the Dushui River. A magnificent temple appeared in front of everyone.

Today is He Bo’s birthday, so there are naturally many people coming to burn incense and pray for blessings. Many people dressed like Wang Qinian of Chang Jin, and should also be scholars who participated in the palace examination.

What is said that scholars are disrespectful to ghosts and gods is becoming more and more empty now.

Chang Jin has developed a habit. Whenever he goes to a temple, he will take the lead in checking the incense luck there to check whether the other party is a righteous god or an evil spirit. Of course, he does not check whether the other party has been granted by a royal seal like the Taoist temple, but whether there is an evil spirit. If there is, it means that it is an evil spirit. The incense is pure and in his eyes it is a righteous god.

As soon as he released his spiritual sense, Chang Jin was stunned on the spot.

The Dushui River is in charge of the hundreds of miles of the Dushui River, dozens of tributaries, and even the Baishui River is within its jurisdiction.

There were millions of people under his rule, and his incense and fire luck should be quite strong. Before coming, he thought that the Dushui River Bo had at least reached the realm of the True God, and the worst was that it was like the City God of Wanshan Prefecture.

But he never expected that the luck above Hebo Temple would turn red and white, and it was scattered like smoke, and it did not condense and form at all.

Looking at the people around him worshipping, a trace of incense drifted into the temple, and then disappeared silently, without being absorbed at all.

It won't be... Thinking of this, Chang Jin quickly walked into the hall.

I saw a gilded bronze statue about twelve feet sitting upright on the altar, majestic and tall. I just used my spiritual sense to check it, and I could clearly see that the luck above the bronze statue was also messy and had no spirituality at all.

There is only one possibility for this situation, that is, there are no gods in this temple!!

Without the gods, there is naturally no way to say that the talismans are blessed. The incense and thought power has become a masterless thing and soon scattered in the void again.

As for the red and white aura above the temple, it is more of the self-maintenance of Shinto.

How is this possible... Looking at the people kneeling outside the temple, there are obviously many people who believe in Hebo, so how could the Taoist temple waste this opportunity to absorb incense and mind power in vain?

It's really incredible!! What made Chang Jin even more puzzled was that this place was not occupied by other ghosts and monsters.

Could it be that the imperial edict here has been lost? It is not necessary to do so. As long as you occupy the divine position, you can also absorb the incense and thought power.

It takes some time to absorb enough incense and mind power, and then you can condense the decree of the divine way and achieve the righteous god.

Looking at the kind men and women beside them kneeling and kowtowing, Chang Jin felt it was a bit ridiculous. He didn't even have a god, and he didn't know what they were worshiping.

Chang Jin was a little glad that Wang Qinian pulled him out to stroll around today, otherwise he wouldn't have known that the second path of the Immortal God in the Mansion was so messy and weird everywhere.

After worshiping the River God Temple, Wang Qinian wanted to take Chang Jin to the street market again, but he refused to leave and said that he wanted to go out for a walk.

After the two separated, Chang Jin called a small boat to cross the Bishui River. He originally planned to climb Zhongshan Qingchuan Pavilion to roar, but he saw that there were many tourists on the mountain road, so he simply avoided the bustling crowd and walked towards the back mountain.

In the third month of the lunar calendar, in late spring, the mountains are bustling with lively. They are covered with green colors everywhere, as if they are covered with green satin on the mountains, and various flowers are dotted in it, which looks very beautiful.

Among the reeds beside the mountain stream, there are no reeds flying in and out, cheering and jumping.

When he got closer, another wild duck quarreled and ran away. When he ran, his calf limped, and the movement seemed to be injured. As long as someone ran a few steps forward, he would definitely be able to catch it.

From my previous memories, I learned that this was just a superficial phenomenon. The wild duck must have hatched eggs in the grass just now. He just wanted to lead himself away from the bird's nest.

When you follow it and turn left and right, this thing will definitely jump up and leave the person foolishly.

He released his spiritual sense and found that there was a wild duck nest in a dozen wormwood far away in front of him, with seven or eight wild duck eggs with pockmarks lying inside.
Chapter completed!