Chapter 842
Outside the Sanqing Hall of Taoist Temple, the sky has been faintly white, and the dim oil lamp is dedicated in front of the Sanqing Deity, and three worn yellow futons are placed behind it. The Sanqing Hall is not large because the Shangqing Palace on the Phoenix Mountain is originally a The small Taoist concept, it stretches deep, the statue of Sanqing stands high, and there are tables and chairs on both sides. Jiang Taichong sits on one of the chairs, thinking about what God is thinking.
He picked up the tea cups on the table, and the good Longquan kiln tea cups were glazed like clam shells. "Today's hot water is slow!" Jiang Taichong thought, "Wait a moment to tell them Let ’s be quick and clean, and we will be here soon, but we ca n’t be so indifferent! ”
Jiang Taichong was a little proud when he came to this hospital. This was a godly move. The young apprentice of Yizhuang often came. He thought he was a Taoist. Who in the house looked at him with his eyes? Who knows? There is actually such a big fish behind him-Xia Maoshan, outside the evil gate, this sect's confidant ... How arrogant was Chen Jiugong when he was there?
This sect had to retreat, and heard that there had been a fight before.
now what? If he doesn't follow the right path, he will die, and he will die. Even Dao Tong will not be saved. Taoist ... haha, the demon of Xia Maoshan is also worthy to be called Taoist? It ’s also a day in my life. I just had nothing to do with it that day. I just joked. I did n’t expect that the little boy in Yizhuang would be able to tell such important news ...
At that time, Chen Jiugong was also regarded as a momentary heroine. A person like grass and mustard was able to break out of such a large family business. At the peak of Maoshan, the three real people and nineteen Taoists were undergoing hundreds of martyrs, such as cooking with fire.
Now it's ruined! But how many households are left, and who can tell clearly?
Maybe ... there should be some magical tools! Counting it up, maybe there is even a magic weapon ... Thinking of Jiang Taichong here he can't help himself, his mouth is dry and dry, he subconsciously lifted the tea cup, feeling light in his hand, then he felt like: "The hot water is too hot today. Slow down! Wait a while, reprimand the firefighters ... "
Jiang Taichong was worried that the two widows in Yizhuang had magical tools and even magic weapons, so he sent the news. Otherwise, he Taoist priests also recognized some educators, and touched the door at night to kill an old man. Children are not easy, but under the Maoshan gate, it is not that simple!
Those are the ancestral figures of the three religions and nine streams.
Otherwise, why did he send oil and water to those Taoist priests with eyes above the top and nose toward the sky?
Jiang Taichong sighed, looked up, counted the time, and ... one day, two days ... and five days, five days to get here from Maoshan, this is already extremely fast. If it weren't for the Taoist priests to use magical instruments as a means of communication, the time from here to Maoshan would be saved, how could it be so fast? It is not so convenient for the imperial court to send newspapers.
Except Dongxi Factory and Jin Yiwei arresting people to handle cases, who dares to bother the court's enshrining of the uncles? At present, the governors of various provinces have not fully realized Daoist communication. In some remote provinces, there is no Taoist dedication by the governor, and the station must be used to pass memorials. The wording ... God sees me poorly. Merchants all listen to the messenger such as runes!
Jiang Taichong counted his time here. He didn't dare to send people to monitor the remaining evils of Xiaomao Mountain, but relying on the surveillance methods of his Taoist priests, he said that it was almost the same to report to the evil monks in Xia Maoshan ... That is the ancestor of the other side! ,
At this time, the Taoist priests and children in Taiqing Palace have started to gather in the Sanqing Hall. The other two authentic Taoists who have been convicted can naturally enter the Sanqing Hall, but those Taoists ... Have you ever seen a white Taoist boy? It's not uncommon to have a ‘Tao Tong’ with strong muscles, a martial arts skill, and a chest and arms that are more powerful than women.
These "Tao Tongs", they can only kneel themselves with a futon on the patio below the Sanqing Hall!
A muscular Dao Tong might be up late, so he hurried from the corridor to Sanqing Hall. The sky was a little dim. He saw a Taoist priest in a fire engineering institute ... Dao Tong, holding a teapot , Hurriedly walked to the Sanqing Hall, the boy's figure was crooked, and he could see that he was also a young boy.
The disciple, read as a "Tao Tong", writes as a man of Dao soldiers, thugs, and guards. He deliberately bumped into the Taoist priests and knocked people into a trance. Then he smiled proudly and looked at that The flaming priest guards the teapot, but he only sees that the flaming priest looks like a wolverine but sticks to him very quickly. The teapot filled with hot water is lightly held on the hand, and the other hand grabs it. To his face.
The man felt the big, skinny hand that grabbed his face, like an iron forge, holding him unceasingly.
The big hand twisted slightly, and a clear click in the silent hallway--
The man's head reversed an angle that was unlike what a normal human could do. The figure, which looked like a fireman priest, pushed the heavy body behind a clump of weeds with only a little force.
Wang Chen also wore an unsuitable wide robe at a later place, and covered his face with some gray paint on the bottom of the pot, but compared with the masking method of the frontier Taoist priest, this can be said to be very careless. He was holding a wooden tray, blocking most of his face, with very delicate pastries on it.
The white frosted cakes looked quite delicious.
When Wang Chen left the pyrotechnic institute, he drew a knife on hand. After all, it was the same faction. In the Taoist temple, there were always a few good butcher knives. The killing of cattle and sheep was fast, and the killing was very sharp. If it is Quanzhen Taoism, Wang Chen can find two kitchen knives and TOEFL! Nothing like now, with a sharp knife in the hand, killing his heart.
The closer they were to the Sanqing Temple, the more likely they were to encounter other Taoist priests. Before the corner, Wang Chen almost touched a Taoist while rubbing his nose. The bull-eared sharp knife was brought into his body, and the knife was inserted obliquely from the position of the diaphragm between the chest and abdomen, and was poured into the lungs. The Taoist boy was already an adult, but he was not too old, a young one. His face was a little dazed, and before he understood what was happening, blood with pink bubbles spewed out of his mouth. UU reading books www. uukanshu.com
Sprayed Wang Chen's face was bloody.
Wang Chen calmly twisted the knife handle, turned it half a circle, slowly pulled out the sharp knife, and pulled out a piece of white cotton from the back of the robe. He wiped his face carefully, and continued to move forward without changing his face.
With a sharp weapon, kill yourself!
Wang Chen took two steps forward and went to the patio. There were already three or two daotongs on the patio, with futons, ready to meditate. Looking down, you could see the Sanqing main hall, Jiang Taoist priests and two other Taoist priests. Inside, the old Taoist priest of the palace was holding the teapot with a look of unease and went up.
Wang Chen lowered the tray and walked forward freely. When he was in front of a few Daotongs, his hands trembled slightly, and two pieces of cakes covered with frosting fell to the ground, and a low voice exclaimed next to him. Wang Chen Pretending not to see it, he continued to walk up. He saw that the old Taoist priest of the palace had lifted the kettle, and someone shouted behind it: "something has dropped ... the sugar cake has fallen to the ground!"
On the Sanqing Palace, the teacher ’s palace lifted a hot water teapot, and suddenly burst into flames, splashing on the faces of the three Taoists.
Wang Chen lifted the tray backwards, and rushed towards Sanqing Hall at the fastest speed of his life. The scream of Taoist priests on the river in Sanqing Hall just sounded, and the old Taoist priest of the palace has used the teapot like lightning. Smashing a person, Wang Chen took three steps and made two steps. A bull's ear sharp knife went directly into the belly of a Taoist priest who barely opened his eyes. He hugged the Taoist priest and even three buckets.
Loosen the faint Taoist priest, and block his body as a shield. The next moment, fire and severe impact came from the patio, and then there was a huge explosion. Even if Wang Chen blocked the first gear, the powerful impact was still Take him, fell to the back, and hit the pillars of the hall. The fierce impact made Wang Chen's eyes dark and painful.
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