In the Longcheng study, Long Qianqiu, who was buried deep in the seat, twisted his eyebrows and stared at the line-bound book "Spring and Autumn" in front of him, but his eyes revealed a fierce murderous intent. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Have you found out?" he said suddenly, his voice cold without a hint of emotion.

Mo Shen Ji owed a debt, and replied respectfully: "The old slave has found out, and it is true that as the phone call said, the surname Ye is going to Maoshan." ”

At noon today, Butler Mo received an anonymous phone call, and the other party revealed this important news to him.

Long Qianqiu was silent again, and after a long time, he closed the book and asked slowly, "How sure are you over there in Maoshan?"

Mo Shenji's face turned pale when he heard this, and he hurriedly said: "Seventy or eighty!"

"Why isn't it ten?" The dragon lord took the case, and the gloomy color that was revealed in an instant made Mo Shenji shudder and shrink his neck.

He hurriedly volunteered, gritted his teeth and said: "Back to the master, it is better for the old slave to go in person and promise to get rid of the enemy for the two young masters!"

"You?" Long Qianqiu's eyes flashed with contempt, and he shook his head and sneered: "Excuse me!

Mo Shenji was surprised and delighted: "The master wants to ......"

"Less nonsense!

"Yes!" Mo Shen hurriedly bowed and withdrew.

A moment later, in the depths of Dragon City at night, there was a burst of blade whistling, and the momentum was amazing, like a raging wave.

At the gate of Dragon City, in front of the small ear room, Long Canghai stood under the old elm tree, holding a broom, constantly shaking his head and sighing......

"Mt. Maoshan is famous?" said the convoy as she drove on the road, and Kiyosa Yumi looked at the undulating verdant colors of the distant mountains outside, and her thoughts lingered, remembering Mt. Fuji in Tokyo.

"Tuduan Mountain, what is the fame! It can't even rank the three mountains and five mountains. Shen Jiayao hugged her arms coldly, still immersed in yesterday's resentment.

According to the concept of ordinary people, it is indeed as she said, the highest peak of Maoshan is only a few hundred meters above sea level, and it is not even the highest peak in Jiang Province, and the annual tourist flow is far less than that of some second-tier famous mountains.

Most of the people who come here are going to ask for signs and hexagrams, and because there are many people who fake Maoshan Taoist priests to swindle, this place has always had a mixed reputation.

Ye Fan looked back and smiled: "Classmate Shen, as the saying goes, the mountain is not high, but the immortal is famous, and the status of Maoshan in the history of Taoism is not comparable to ordinary mountains and rivers. ”

"Immortal, hmph, how come I don't know which immortal belongs to your Maoshan?" Shen Jiayao was resentful, and her words were prickly at the moment.

"Haha, classmate Shen, let Teacher Ye sweep your illiteracy, my Maoshan sect sect master Tao Hongjing worships Taishang Primordial Tianzun, Taishang Laojun as the supreme god, respects Sanmao Zhenjun as the ancestor, the past dynasties have been high, there were immortal masters such as Shanggong and Li Ming in the pre-Qin period, and Wang Yuanzhi and Li Hanguang were famous all over the world in the Sui and Tang dynasties. In terms of Taoist orthodoxy, Maoshan is definitely the mainstream, and it should be done!"

"So what? It's just a feudal superstitious legend!" Shen Jiayao pouted and said, "Do you have the ability to call an immortal ancestor to come out, cure your poison, and return your cultivation?"

"Hey, isn't it to raise the bar?" Ye Fan was a little overwhelmed, pointing to the magnificent landscape archway on the mountain road in front of him and shouting: "Do you see it?"

"So what?

“…… Well, you win. Ye Fan sighed, what else is there to fight for, let's clear ourselves.

On this trip, Shen Jiayao, Qingsha Youmei, and Ye Fan sat in a car, Su Lin, Lin Shiya, and Xianyun took a car, and the last bodyguard car was full of Xinghai's specialties.

At more than two o'clock in the afternoon, three cars arrived at the Maoshan Scenic Area, and saw the huge bronze statue of Lao Tzu standing in front of the mountain gate from a distance, which is the place where tourists get off the car and settle down.

Hundreds of white marble steps lead straight to the first stop, the Star Gate, and the convoy continues to move forward.

Along the tour route of the Star Gate, the Lingguan Palace, the Wanshou Terrace, the Yuanfu Palace, the Taiji Square goes deep into the Shangqing Dojo, the incense is prosperous along the way, there are many statues of all kinds of gods and stars, from time to time you can see the inscription plaques of the emperors of the past dynasties, the archway, the distant mountains are vast, the bells are melodious, the Taoist temple, the palace stands majestically and upright, the jade top of the eaves is hidden in the pine and cypress, and the picture scroll of the Taoist holy land unfolds slowly......

"What's the place up ahead?" asked Kiyosa Yumi. At the end of the road, a palace complex hovers on the top of a hill, with red walls that rise high into the clouds.

"Nine Heavens Ten Thousand Blessings Palace. Ye Fan smiled: "Go around and go into the back mountain." ”

So far, it is the place where visitors stop, the palace and Taoist temple in the back mountain, is the root of Maoshan Sect, the foundation of Taoism.

In the contemporary era of commercialization and prosperity, all sects and sects have opened their mountain gates, should accept all rivers, and make money and pass on art. Charging in front of the mountain, chanting and practicing behind the mountain has become a rule, and Maoshan is the originator of Taoism who pioneered this way.

The military vehicle that Xianyun rode opened the way in front of it, and drove straight into the quiet and elegant back mountain, and there were occasional Taoist children hurrying by along the way, silently snorting, the fog in the mountain was heavy, and the clouds and mist were ethereal and deep, as if the fairy family god realm was in general.

"There are nine peaks in Maoshan Mountain, and this is the big Maofeng Peak, where pilgrims are received back and forth. Ye Fan introduced: "We stayed in Baopu Peak, first unload these materials and distribute them to the disciples and grandchildren." ”

"Who are your apprentices and grandchildren?" Shen Jiayao asked in a cold voice.

As he was talking, Xianyun got out of the car first with his hands behind his back, and the steps of the Taoist temple were immediately full of Maoshan disciples who bowed their heads and bent over, the older ones were forty or fifty years old, and the younger ones were fifteen or sixteen years old, all wearing blue-gray Taoist robes and stepping boots, very respectful.

Not far from the main entrance of the Taoist temple, under the cypress tree, two big black dogs are sleeping soundly with their eyes closed.

"Meet the ...... Uncle and Ancestor" all shouted in unison, with sandalwood curling and ancient style, this scene makes people feel as if they have come to the filming site of a costume film and television drama.

"See, it's them. Ye Fan opened the car door, jumped out of the luxury car, and shouted in a strange voice: "Why is no one visiting the master in person?"

One sentence startled a thousand waves, seven or eight disciples in Taoist uniforms were shocked when they heard the sound, and two of them fell to the ground on the spot, and the rest of them, regardless of their age, showed a shocked look on their faces, and looked at Ye Fan in a trembling voice: "Big ...... Master ......"

The two big black dogs under the old cypress tree suddenly pricked up their ears, glared at them, howled twice, and jumped into the depths of the dense forest with their tails between their legs.

Xianyun turned his head and smiled coldly: "Hey, little bastard, look at your reputation, people and gods are angry, dogs are afraid of you!"

"Is there any?" Ye Fan touched his nose and immediately laughed again: "Calm down, all the beloved disciples." ”

A group of monks and Taoists hurriedly supported each other to get up, looking at Ye Fan with dodgy eyes, and everyone showed a look of fear and respect.

"Come on, move those boxes of things in the car first. Xianyun waved his hand to direct everyone to work, and several women who had been sitting in the car for a long time walked down one after another to breathe and move their hands and feet.

There were four more top beauties all of a sudden, and the eyes of those Taoist priests were not enough.

"What do you see, haven't you seen a beautiful woman? The Dao heart is unstable, the cultivation is not good, and then look at the alchemy that picks out your eyeballs!" Ye Fan grabbed the incense that was burning in the incense burner and lit a cigarette.

A group of disciples and grandchildren were busy and silent, not squinting.

Xianyun crooked his mouth and smiled, hooked his hand and said, "Little bastard, come on." ”

The master and apprentice who were in cahoots squatted on the steps in front of the solemn Taoist temple hall and smoked cigarettes, which was very imageless.

Shen Jiayao walked over, glanced at this pair of superb masters and apprentices, and asked coldly: "They are older than you, why are you a master?

"You don't understand this, Taoism pays attention to seniority, the head master respects Hua Yangzi only accepted three apprentices in this life, the senior brother disappeared in thirty years, the second senior brother wore hair ten years ago and returned to the vulgar, Teacher Ye I happen to be the closed disciple of the head master, taught by the three masters in person, anyone and so on have to step aside and call the senior brother, the position of the chief disciple is naturally none other than me. In the future, this Maoshan Mountain with a radius of 200 miles will be the Dharma field for you and Teacher Ye and me to preach. ”

When Shen Jiayao rolled her eyes, on the mountain trail, a group of people met in surprise, spreading their legs and running towards this side! The young man at the head was only seventeen or eighteen years old, his handsome little face was covered with sweat, and he was followed by some half-year-old Dao boys.

"Big brother!"

"Yo, little junior brother!" Ye Fan shouted with a cigarette: "What are you running, your senior brother and I haven't returned to heaven yet, why are you in a hurry, look at this little white face with a hot ......"

"Teacher, Senior Sister is here! Senior Sister is out of the customs!" The young man was out of breath, hugged Ye Fan's arm and shouted, "Senior brother, you run away!"

"Huh?" The cigarette butt in Ye Fan's mouth slipped to the ground with a click.

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