After the fifth day of the first lunar month, although every day is a festival, the Spring Festival atmosphere quickly fades away.

The number of pilgrims visiting Fuluan Temple is getting smaller and smaller every day.

However, Fuluan Temple Taoist priests became increasingly busy.

Because on the ninth day of the first lunar month, Fuluan Temple will hold a Jade Emperor Meeting, the full name is: Jade Emperor Christmas Prayer Assembly.

——This day is the day when the Jade Emperor was born.

Amidst all this busyness, the master of Fuluan Temple, Chang Qing, who was supposed to be in charge of the overall situation, rarely stayed in the backyard and concentrated on seclusion.

All matters in the temple, large and small, fell on the shoulders of Taoist Priest Guangqing.

Taoist Priest Guangqing was a traveling Taoist priest who joined Fuluan Temple after the ancestor worship ceremony at Yunji Temple.

After practicing Taoism for three to five years, he will be able to use both hands to make inconspicuous talismans.

It can cure some frightened children and their remaining souls and resentments, but if they encounter evil ghosts and monsters, they will be blinded.

"Okay, okay, Xuan Yun, may your master be released from seclusion tomorrow?"

Nowadays, this Cave Garden is changing with each passing day.

"Ya San'er, thank you Immortal for giving me the calligraphy treasure!"

With his mind refreshed, Master Fuluan Temple removed his protective Yuan Qi and returned to his physical body.

"To tell you what my ancestor said, it looks like it is the Bei Quezhu Palace."

I still remember that hot day, when he went to the Daolu Department to cancel the list of masters, he was so confused that he stood outside the hospital all morning, sweating profusely from the sun.

The sound of the door opening and closing of Yang Temple was heard, and Ya San'er's respectful voice came: "Chief Immortal, are you calling me?"

During the incantation, the incense suddenly dispersed, and a few sounds of surprise were heard.

No matter how low-educated Ya Saner was, his expression changed drastically when he saw this limerick!

Mo Chuan waved his hand, raised his hand and handed over a jade tablet and said;

"I don't know, disciple, but the master said that after receiving the teachings from my ancestor this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of the trap for a while." Xuan Yun said.

…

No one knows that his childhood officially began from that moment on.

"Disciple Xuanyun, I have met my uncle."

He secretly glanced at the penny tea on the street for a long time without daring to step forward.

It has to be said that the difficulty of refining third-grade elixirs has reached a new level.

"Go ahead. When the time comes, Pindao will call you at any time. I hope you will be mentally prepared and don't panic."

"Hey, I actually shed my body. It seems like this is God's will!"

As soon as the sound fell, an invisible force swept out from the incense and drew the master of Fuluan Temple into it.

After leaving the Yang Temple, it ran non-stop back to the side hall, couldn't wait to unfold the calligraphy treasure, and saw the writing on it:

"Thirty-two troops were sent out, and sixteen pairs of troops were withdrawn. There were many of them, and everyone was injured." [Note 1]

Ya Saner immediately read out the limerick.

As soon as the door of the palace was knocked on, before the immortal could ask questions, he grabbed the ground with his head and cried bitterly:

"Master Tao, the young monk made a mistake, please punish me!"

After the fifth day of the first lunar month, folk celebrations dropped sharply, and there were even fewer ownerless incense intercepted from the sacrificial furnaces.

"Squeak!"

Then a majestic, majestic and huge palace came into view.

Monk Dengcao was shocked when he heard this: "What did you say? Did the Immortal find out? What did the Immortal say? Did he punish you?"

Thinking of this, Taoist Master Guangqing became more and more excited, and the fatigue from a busy day seemed to be swept away.

In fact, he could just come forward and ask for a bowl openly.

"Disciple Chang Qing, pay homage to the Patriarch! Thanks to the Patriarch's teachings, you will finally gain the three tastes of ghosts and immortals."

Unless...the Tao is refined.

Fortunately, this prescription record is very detailed.

All he has to do is cook the ingredients patiently.

Mo Chuan left after saying a word.

Next to the jujube wood table, a young boy was scratching his head and playing with abacus beads that were not much smaller than his little hands. He was learning arithmetic!

Guangqing's eyelids jumped when he saw this young boy.

"Tsk, tsk, the dog is on the table!"

Hope is a very powerful force.

"That's all, compared to the spiritual grass and spiritual fruit, the immortal fate is more important."

After Ya San'er found Monk Dengcao, he immediately led him to a secluded place, away from Liu Huaichun's eyes and ears, and then said angrily: "The Immortal has found out about that. From now on, don't come to me again."

This is the word that came to mind subconsciously when the master of Fuluan Temple saw the scenery in front of him.

Therefore, before joining Fuluan Temple, Taoist priest Guangqing lived in poverty.

Not long after, a pair of cow ears and tail were pieced together.

Xuanyun opened the door and saw Master Guangqing, and he quickly respectfully held the disciple's ceremony.

"Go for it!"

"When Yuan Qi is injected, there will be a response."

At that time, it would be a good time to experiment with Fuluan Taoism.

Especially some precious materials require more energy to be cooked to produce the desired characteristics.

"What's the matter?"

He then grabbed the void, and in the side hall of Yangshen, a copper cauldron suddenly opened, and pieces of ox tail and ears flew out, escaped into the void, and appeared on the dinner plate.

Wangsheng Xiantong's Taoism has become more and more profound, and now it has materialized. Is this a sign of reaching the top of his cultivation?

The master saw his cleverness and wanted to introduce him to Taoism. It happened that his family was poor and his parents agreed without even thinking about it.

Now the fallen leaves have returned to their roots, and with their worldly sophistication gained from many experiences in the world, they are able to manage Fuluan Temple with ease.

Mo Chuan put down the elixir in his hand and stretched out his hand to play with the ox tail on the plate, causing the ox ears to rise.

Ya San'er responded in a dull voice, took three steps back, and then turned around and left.

After a while, he laughed freely again.

"This poem should be nothing more than a warning."

——This move by Mo Chuan is not a magical power, but because as the master of the sacrificial furnace, he can naturally move around and take out the huge space at will.

However, children are not often frightened. Even if they are, they are mostly monopolized by the local "Five Immortals", "Four Gates", "Goddess"... and the like.

Grandmaster is so kind!

It's a pity that the young man is shy.

"yes!"

After leaving the physical body and turning around to look around, I found that the physical body without the support of the soul had died silently.

"I dare to ask my ancestor, how should I read this jade tablet?" Fuluan Taoist asked quickly.

His spirit was shaken, and he was about to try to make alchemy again. He stretched out his hand and was about to grab another oxtail, when he glanced at it and raised his eyebrows.

Monk Dengcao heard this and asked anxiously: "May I ask what poem the immortal wrote?"

However, before I could muster the strength to stand up, I suddenly thought that this was the Immortal Changdong Heavenly Mansion. Not to mention escaping, I didn't even know how to leave it.

"Well, you can live in this house for now, and then you can choose a place to live after you shape your soul body."

As he said that, he raised his head and secretly glanced at Mo Chuan.

The small room is neatly organized.

"yes!"

Taoist priest Guangqing was satisfied, exchanged some pleasantries, and then left.

"If the Immortal wants to punish me, he should have punished me long ago. He will never write a poem to remind me."

Not long after, the sound of putting down the pen was heard, and the immortal slid the paper weight aside, shook the article, read it up and down, and then rolled it up and said:

"Well, I have been successful in cooking meat recently. I give you this volume of pen and ink. I hope you will continue to work hard."

Save Mo Chuan the cost of trial and error.

"It seems like the Immortal Chief is obviously not to blame!"

He thought for a while, checked the door latch, then took incense and offered it to the ancestor.

After some discussion, several senior brothers decided to go out to practice Taoism with only money left. After leaving, there was no sound at all.

Thinking of the ignorant young man he once was, Master Fuluan smiled softly, feeling the soul that had lost the constraints of his aging body, and that tireless youthful feeling, as if he had returned again.

"This is... Izuyo God?"

Huang Lu Dazhai is exactly the technique used by Wujia Great Demon Lu Fengbei to seduce Mo Chuan.

Fuluan Temple Master's mind was tense, and he felt his vision was spinning. When he put his feet on the ground, the world had changed.
To be continued...