2. Once you collect the treasure, ride an ox down to Yangzhou (6)
"Ordinary people say that practicing Taoism is good, but what good is it?"
"Before I can remember, my master took me into the Tianxin Temple. I have been a Taoist since I was a child. Among the Taoists I met, none were happy or good."
"Let's not talk about Tianxin Guan. Everyone is in danger. Who is not afraid of being plotted against? Who is not trembling with fear? All the disciples are worried about being punished by the teacher. In the cultivation sect, once punished, it will be life or death. How can we live a good life for a while? ? Even those elders have to worry about meeting powerful enemies and being killed. Even if they are lucky and don't meet enemies, they still have to worry about failing in refining and going crazy."
"What's the difference between the Emei disciples I met this time in Mount Emei and our Demon Sect disciples? When my skills are low, I'm still worried about being randomly found for shortcomings by the master and punished unreasonably. When my skills are advanced, there will be endless fights. , and often encounter enemies. If you are not careful, you will die. Aren't the elders of Emei spending all their time fighting with others? The main mountain of Emei was also attacked by Xiaoyao Mansion! Even if there is no time for fighting, it is no more than a barren mountain. Wild ridge, lonely and desolate..."
"It is said that if you have ability, you will not be bullied. But if you have ability, naturally there will be people with greater ability to bully you. Unless you are invincible, how can you not be bullied? Even if you are invincible, won't you be bullied by the crowd? Attack them?"
"I asked myself that my ability is not bad. None of my fellow sects in Tianxin Guan are as strong as me. Even the Emei sect, the worst disciples, such as Xie Lingxun and others, may not be as good as me. They are not as good as a lost dog. Hiding in Tibet?”
Wang Chong thought about this and thought again: "But what good can mortals do?"
"If a family is poor and weak, they will be oppressed by others. If a family has a big business, they will fight for their property. Relatives will also fall out with each other, and even collude with outsiders to harm their own relatives. When life is bad, life is difficult, and when you are successful, you are walking on thin ice. Maybe an imperial edict will kill everyone in the family. When you meet a cultivator like me, something might happen. How innocent is that young man named Tang Jingyu? Although I have never seen this person, he can be considered dead because of me. In hand..."
Wang Chong sighed slightly and said in his heart: "The bald Buddhists are right: all living beings are suffering! These living beings...are all sentient beings in the world, including us cultivators. Ever since I was a child, I have been like a blister of Coptis chinensis. Big, very painful..."
He was thinking randomly when he suddenly heard the noise and the sound of barking dogs, and he couldn't help but follow the sound.
A vicious dog chases and bites a doll.
The doll was only five or six years old. She was wearing a small coarse cloth coat, but she was plump and cute.
The vicious dog is the size of a calf. How can a little baby resist it? He couldn't even run, he only knew how to cry. He was covered in blood in the blink of an eye, and he was about to be bitten to death.
Although Wang Chong was not a kind person, he couldn't stand this kind of thing, so he wanted to take action at that time.
Unexpectedly, he had just caught a stone in his hand when he heard the vicious dog suddenly let out a mournful cry, fell to the ground softly, struggled a few times, and died.
Wang Chong was an expert and had a sharp eye. He knew that someone was taking action. He looked around and found an old Taoist priest in the crowd.
The old Taoist priest's eyes were slightly squinted, as if he was indifferent to the things around him, but the sleeve of his left hand was shaking in the wind, and there was a faint trace of magic power around him. It was obvious that he had just used some magic.
Wang Chong escaped from Mount Emei, and every day he was worried that people from Shimen Tianxin Guan would come to his door, and he was also worried that people from Emei would come to his door.
Anyway, he has many enemies, and it would be a bad thing for anyone to come to his door.
At that moment, Wang Chong was a little more thoughtful. After all, there were only a few people cultivating Taoism. How could he meet one while wandering on the street? He was afraid that this old Taoist priest had something to do with the two families.
Wang Chong was taken aback and didn't care about the baby. His family members had already rushed over to him, hugged the child and cried bitterly, so he didn't need to worry.
Wang Chong turned around slightly and crossed from another street. He put more force on his feet and hurried a few steps to catch up with the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist priest secretly took action and left in a hurry, looking quite like a Taoist master.
He walked slowly for a few steps, then suddenly frowned slightly, made a magic formula, and raised his head slightly. The old Taoist priest's spell is not a powerful offensive technique, but it is quite vigilant.
When Wang Chong was in Tianxin Temple, he also mastered the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve serious meridians. If placed in the secular world, he would have achieved Hunyuan, and he would only be one step away from becoming an innate master.
Although he has now turned to Yuanyang Sword Technique, his skill has not yet returned to the state of Tianxin Guanshi, but Wang Chong thought to himself that with the Yuanyang Sword in his hand, if the old Taoist priest really came for him and attacked him unprepared, he would also If you don’t believe it, you won’t get a chance.
Wang Chongzheng was secretly thinking about how to find out the details of this old Taoist priest. Suddenly he felt a breeze blowing against his face, and there was a loud clang on his wrist, but it was the Yuanyang Sword that was disturbed.
He calmed Yuanyang Jian with a touch of his wrist, but knowing that he could no longer hide, he walked out from the street corner.
The old Taoist priest frowned slightly. He did not expect that such a child was following him. He has a very powerful enemy, and he is always wary of someone seeking revenge. He is alert, and when he realizes that he is being followed, he casts spells to force him out.
Wang Chong, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, was obviously no match for him.
The old Taoist priest did not want to cause trouble, so he slapped his head and asked softly: "Why is the little donor following the poor Taoist?"
Wang Chong laughed and said, "I just saw the Taoist Master punishing vicious dogs with clever methods, so I became curious."
The old Taoist priest was thinking about it, with a slight smile on his face, and said: "The old Taoist priest has no magic, the little donor has made a mistake."
Wang Chong laughed dumbly, and was about to laugh at the other party for lying to his face, when he suddenly felt his body tightening, and five or six black ropes wrapped around his body.
"Liuyin tripping horse rope!?"
Wang Chong knew the origin of this magic, it was just an ordinary side method, but it would be quite troublesome if it was tied up. He hurriedly touched his wrist, and Yuanyang Sword didn't even bother to move. It just generated a wave of sword intent and immediately cut off five or six black ropes.
Wang Chong jumped away. He knew that this method could only ambush in advance and could not move casually, so he refused to stay where he was.
The old Taoist priest originally wanted to capture Wang Chong, and after asking about the child's origins, he discovered his secrets, but he had no intention of hurting anyone. However, he did not expect that this child was actually skilled in swordsmanship. He was greatly surprised and shouted hurriedly: "I mean no harm, young hero, please don't misunderstand me."
Wang Chong found out that although the old Taoist priest had some magic skills, his skills were nothing more than those of an ordinary charlatan. There was no way he was from Mount Emei, nor was he a disciple of Tianxin Guan. He felt slightly relieved and flicked the stone he was holding in his hand. go out.