Lingyun Dao Chang sat cross-legged on the edge of the mountain peak and cliff, usually cultivating and meditating on the "Sitting Forgetting Stone", looking at the scorching red revealed in the sky in the distance, and sighed: "The land of the Central Plains is going to be full of disasters and difficulties again. ”

This is a white-bearded man, two eyebrows fluttering, extremely lean old man, although he looks very old and I don't know how old, but he gives people the feeling of being in good spirits.

He is the master of Qingyun Temple.

Qingyun Temple, in fact, is only a small Taoist temple in the Guanzhong Mountains, located in the deep mountains, occupies a lot of land, but are all tattered wooden buildings, the main hall of worship of the gods and the side hall of residence are full of broken old windows, broken walls, weeds in the courtyard spread, and only the statue of Sanqing God in the view is slightly decent with the vegetable field behind the view.

After all, there are only two people in the view, and one is old and one is weak.

The fingers of his left hand curled and calculated, his face changed again and again, and finally turned into a long sigh: "Xiao Jiu'er, pack your luggage and prepare to go down the mountain." ”

Called Xiao Jiu'er by the old Taoist priest, it is a Zhengtai who is only 13 or 4 years old, his round little face looks very cute, and the patched Taoist robe seems to have been washed countless times, and the color is gray and can no longer see the original color, and he asked strangely when he heard the master's words: "Master, aren't we having a good time in Qingyunguan, there are rice and vegetables grown by ourselves, there are small rivers to draw water, some eat and drink, and spiritual energy cultivation, why do you want to go down the mountain." ”

Ling Yun jumped off the Sitting Stone, walked to Xiao Jiu's side and raised his hand, touching the disciple's head with some kindness: "We Taoist priests, go down the mountain to help the world in troubled times, and return to the mountains and forests to cultivate the truth in prosperous times." ”

He looked at the Sanqing wooden statue in Guanyu because of his age, and said solemnly: "The closed door cultivation in the prosperous era is the respect for the Tao, and the disturbance of the red world will not disturb his Dao heart, and it is the responsibility of the Chinese sons and daughters to go down the mountain to save the world in the troubled times. ”

Xiao Jiu was embarrassed and said, "But I heard that the senior brother, the second senior brother...... There is also the seventh brother, after going down the mountain, some died in the hands of corrupt officials and corrupt officials, and some died in the hands of demons, and now there are only two of us left in Qingyunguan, if there is any accident ...... Master?"

The wrinkles on Daoist Lingyun's face seemed to become deeper, and he looked with tears in his eyes at a small hill behind the Taoist temple, where there were small earth graves.

After a long time, the sorrow in his eyes swept away, and he became sharp again, grabbed a peachwood sword in his right hand, and chanted in his mouth while dancing with a sharp sword momentum:

"Who is the fist of anger held for? Protect the country and punish the evil, the Taoist law naturally eliminates the demons, the war is endless and the disaster is not extinguished, why are our Taoist priests afraid of death! ”

"Xiao Jiu'er, you have to remember that even if our cultivators fall in the great tribulation, even if the Dao system is cut off, as long as we can reduce the calamity between heaven and earth, so that the Huaxia bloodline will not be cut off, and the people of Li can live more, it will be meaningful. Cultivating the Tao is not only about wandering through the mountains and mountains to swallow spiritual energy, nor is it about hiding from disasters behind closed doors, or even about Shuntian. ”

"Not Suncheon?" Xiao Jiu'er was a little surprised.

"At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the world sank, in the second year of Shunzhi, the Qing court ordered the general of Pingnan, Dorobelle Lekedehun, to command the army to attack Huguang, every time he went to a city to rape and plunder, the sea of blood that was killed, Li Chunyang, the head of the Taoist holy land Fuqiu Mountain, took his disciples down the mountain to save the world, and three thousand Taoist priests resisted the Qing Dynasty."

Lingyun Dao Chang's eyes were slightly red: "When they arrived in the area of Yiyang Cangshui, they were encountering the invasion of the Qing army, and the Taoist priests drew their swords one after another, and used swordsmanship, divine fire flying crows and flying air to attack thieves and thunder, destroying 14 Qing warships, wounding 21 ships, and destroying thousands of enemies. ”

"However, what Daomen is best at is catching ghosts and killing demons instead of killing people, how can the peachwood sword compare to the Manchu Eight Banners Iron Horse? How did the palm thunder fight against the red-clothed cannon and the rapid-fire firearm, and in the end, the three thousand Taoist priests were almost all wiped out. ”

"The Holy Land of Fuqiu Mountain was destroyed by that battle, the Taoist system was equivalent to extinction, the Qing court later destroyed the Taoist temples across the country, killed Taoist priests, and even the Taoist withered to the present has not been able to recover its vitality, at that time, the Qing Dynasty was the number of days, knowing that it could not be done, and also understood that the cruelty of the Manchu Qing Dynasty would definitely pay a heavy price in the future, and the Daomen Holy Land still did that, Xiao Jiu'er, do you know what the reason is?"

"Master, what is it?"

Ling Yun pointed to his chest and the brown earth beneath his feet.

"The most important thing in cultivating the Tao is to be worthy of the heart and the roots."

"Our heart is Huaxia, and our roots are Yanhuang."

"Although there are only 2 people left in Qingyunguan now, the catastrophe is coming, and we must go down the mountain to help the Li people, this time it is the Qing court dragon vein is cut off and the barbarian regime will disappear, but the demons of the Central Plains are lost everywhere, this disaster is a drought, and it is not just because of the disorder of the earth's leyline, I look at the clouds in the sky, in which the demonic spirit is soaring and there are scorching flames, overwhelming."

"If my calculations are correct, it should be the awakening of the Elder Trolls...... No, it should be said that it is a corpse, the ancient zombie demon: the birth of the drought can cause such a great drought. ”

Hearing Master's words, Xiao Jiu'er took a deep breath of cold air, his biggest hobby outside of Taoist practice was reading, and he knew very well what level of monster he was.

"Master, if it's a drought, even your old man can't be an opponent, right?"

"Such murderous things are usually suppressed by the country's luck, and the fortune of the troubled times will come out to do evil, but it is impossible to wake up immediately but with the turbulence of the earth, gradually wake up, once the consequences of successful birth will be unimaginable, what we have to do is to prevent this from happening, otherwise the land of Guanzhong does not know how many people will die!"

Lingyun Dao Chang saw that the little disciple's expression was a little frightened, and sighed in his heart, he has been cultivating for 67 years, and now he is 88 years old, he has accepted a total of 9 disciples, the first 8 all died and only this one is the only seedling, he is already very old, and the disciple left behind is the Taoist inheritance, even if he dies, he does not want the disciple to have an accident, but Xiao Jiu'er is a genius of cultivation, he is very old, and he does not have enough strength to stop the drought, and if he brings his apprentice, there will be a slight possibility.

This catastrophe must be stopped, no matter what the cost! Even if...... The Tao is severed.

The old Taoist priest said: "Our Qingyunguan patriarch Taoist name Qingyunzi, once in order to prevent the Yuan Dynasty Song decided to go against the sky and assassinate Kublai Khan, but was killed by the fifth generation patriarch of the Lasakha faction. When he went out to go down the mountain, he left a poem to warn future generations, hoping that every disciple of Qingyunguan in later generations can do this. ”

"Half a bowl of clear water shines on the world, a spirit rune lives ghosts and gods, steps on the yin and yang gossip steps, holds a wooden sword to kill the demon soul, and the yellow sermon clothes cast the heroic spirit, and the first life is clear and upright."

"Xiao Jiu'er, let's go down the mountain!"