The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

An old Chinese lady passing by saw Wang Chongxian in Taoist robes and kindly reminded her in Chinese with various accents:

"What did you do? It's sealed and you can't get in!"

Wang Chongxian turned around and asked, "Do you know who sealed it?"

"I don't know. It's written on the seal. I'm illiterate. I don't know how to search it on Google."

"Then do you know where the people here have gone?"

The old lady glanced at him a few times and said, "It's a surprise that we can see a Taoist priest like you in Los City. Don't ask, just go and change your clothes. It's very dangerous!"

"Old man, I'm not afraid of danger. Tell me where they went and who sealed this place?" Wang Chongxian asked.

"What the hell, am I very old? I'm an old man, so rude!"

The old lady cursed angrily, turned around and walked away, pointing in a direction with the crutch in her hand.

"Go in this direction, cross two streets, turn left, turn right, turn right again, and you will see a big red and bule house, which is Mission Avenue. Walk along Mission Avenue, and there are many churches. Jie Laodao, be careful, it is a white world, and yellow is not popular..."

The sound of the cane on the ground faded away, and the old lady disappeared around the corner.

The old lady's mixed accent of Cantonese and English made it a bit difficult for Wang Chongxian, who had been a monk in Baiyunguan for nearly a hundred years. He couldn't even guess, but in the end he only knew a general direction, where there might be clues.

Wang Chongxian turned around, stretched out his hand and lightly dusted it. The seal on the seal flashed for a few times and then fell off automatically.

He pushed the door open and found a small courtyard inside.

The Taoist temples in Luo City are very different from those in China. They do not have wide courtyards, beautiful palace-style buildings, or a pattern of yin and yang.

Zhongfu Temple just renovated an old-fashioned Western villa. The exterior walls and roof were renovated into Chinese-style eaves, a plaque and a Bagua mirror were hung on the door, and a small copper incense burner was placed in the yard. , there are statues of Sanqing gods in the living room of the main house, and there are many Shinto paintings on the west wall. The other rooms are also dedicated to each other, and the upstairs is the residence of the Taoist priests.

It has all the elements that a Taoist temple should have, but that doesn't change the fact that it is still a villa in essence.

Now, the inside of the Taoist temple is in a mess. The copper incense burner has been overturned. The statues of the Three Pure Ones have been smashed to the ground. The picture of Lao Tzu's Journey to the West on one wall has been painted in a mess. I have a big "X" painted on my body with bright red paint and a "X" on his back. Cross, at the top of the cross is a sun.

It looked like I was a criminal being crucified and burned at the stake.

Wang Chongxian looked extremely angry.

They say this is a country with religious freedom, so why can’t it accommodate a small Taoist temple?

From the courtyard to the hall, there are signs of fighting and burning everywhere.

Wang Chongxian judged that most of those sword marks should be left by Taoism, and some of them could be recognized at a glance as being caused by the Changchun sword technique.

And those traces of flame burning should be caused by the invading pagans. The smell of magic lingers in the ashes.

This kind of fire technique is different from the Taoist samadhi true fire.

The true fire of samadhi comes from the practitioner himself and is obtained by cultivating pure Yang Gang Qi. Judging from the traces left here, it is more like a spell such as the True Fire Talisman of the Sun, which comes from external power.

The Taoist sect is not opposed to borrowing external forces. On the contrary, being able to use the energy of heaven and earth is a manifestation of very high cultivation, such as the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder of the Lingxiao Sect, the Five Thunder Zhengfa of the Tianshi Mansion, etc.

But it seems a bit strange for a sect to use all this kind of magic.

Wang Chongxian raised his head and glanced at the sun hanging in the middle of the sky. Everyone said that the sunshine in California is good. It is indeed true. Even in the downtown area of ​​Los Angeles, you can still feel the warm light.

After leaving Zhongfu Temple, Wang Chongxian closed the door, made an x ​​on the door with the Qingfeng sword in his hand, and carved a Changchun seal to replace the original seal.

Then, he held his sword and walked in the direction pointed by the old lady.

Wearing a Taoist robe, carrying a sword, and with a gray beard, the old Taoist walked in the San Gabriel West District of Los Angeles with a steady and vigorous pace, and quickly attracted the attention of a large number of Chinese people.

Traffic lights, traffic lights, turn left, turn right, turn right...

A large house with distinct red and blue exterior walls appeared in front of him.

Wang Chongxian followed the direction indicated by the old lady and came to Mission Avenue.

A brand new church caught his attention. The cross at the top of the church has one more circle than other crosses.

Wang Chongxian stood at the door of the church,

His consciousness was blocked by a mysterious force, and he was unable to find out what was going on inside.

A white man came out of the church, glanced at him curiously, and said in English: "Pagan worship is not accepted here."

Wang Chongxian stood there without moving.

The man thought he didn't understand, so he said in broken Mandarin: "Go away, you stinky Taoist priest!"

Wang Chongxian was not sure if there was anything wrong with this church at first. After all, he went to someone else's territory and forced his way into someone else's ancestral altar. If he broke into the wrong church, it would be embarrassing.

But the white man's words made him almost certain that even if he was really wrong, just by insulting the Taoist priests, he should teach them a lesson.

Wang Chongxian waved his hand, and the man flew up like a kite, slammed into the door, and then crashed into the corridor of the middle hall.

Many people on the seats on both sides of the aisle were praying devoutly. They were startled by this sudden situation and stood up one after another.

They saw a Taoist priest walking in slowly, holding a sheathed sword in his hand.

People became nervous, as if facing an enemy.

The priest on the reading desk put one hand on the Bible and held the cross on his chest with the other hand, and asked: "Who are you and why did you break in?"

"Where are the Taoist priests from Zhongfu Temple?" Wang Chongxian asked.

Wang Chongxian spoke in Mandarin, and the priest spoke in English. The two of them spoke completely incorrectly, but everyone understood them.

"You broke into the temple and offended the Holy Spirit. Your sin is unforgivable!" the priest said.

"Kill him! Kill him!" the believers below shouted.

The priest raised the cross and recited an incantation.

The circle on the cross emits a dazzling white light, like a small sun.

The expressions of the devotees became sacred and excited.

"May God forgive your ignorance!" said the priest.

A white light shot down from the cross and towards Wang Chongxian.

Wang Chongxian held the sword horizontally and blocked it forward. The white light hit the scabbard and bounced back, hitting the priest's hand.

The priest screamed, dropped the cross, took a few steps back, and looked at Wang Chongxian in surprise.

"who are you?"

"Tell me, where are they?" Wang Chongxian asked, "If you don't tell me, I will go in and look for them myself."

The priest turned and walked to the center of the altar, stood in front of the huge cross, pointed at Wang Chongxian and said loudly:

"An evil villain from a foreign land, if you violate the sacred place and harm the messenger of God, you will suffer divine punishment, fall into the abyss of hell, and suffer in the darkness forever!"

He made the sign of the cross on his chest and chanted:

"...Your face rises from the darkness, and the sky is covered with colorful clouds. Facing your fire, the world is filled with joy..."

The huge cross on the altar began to glow, dazzlingly.

The priest opened his arms and his body was wrapped in a halo, like a god descending.

The believers below all knelt down and sang and prayed:

"...You make the stars recede, you make the earth bright, you are the king of gods, facing your fire, we move towards eternal life..."

Wang Chongxian felt the huge energy and pressure coming from the cross, like a giant sun coming down.

The entire church hall was scorching hot, and the wooden chairs and the people kneeling under them were rising in the heat...