Advise Qingshan

Jingcheng has a strong atmosphere of cultivating immortals, and the world believes in the six ways of reincarnation. Taoist priests and immortal elders come to pray for their daughters, no matter whether they are bluffing or deceitful, they will not refuse, and there are often rewards.If Ye Zhuo wore a Taoist robe to dance the crying spirit of the great god, he might not be able to enter the main hall of the mourning hall, but he would definitely not be turned away.

Sure enough, the guard of Sizhu's house squinted at Ye Zhu's clothes, but didn't stop him, "Come here to do it? You can't enter the mourning hall, and the Taoist priests will all go to the east wing. After finishing, there will be a meal reward."

Ye Zhuo thanked him.

He was about to step in, when the guard suddenly said, "Wait." He tapped the ground with his toe, and said haughtily, "Dogs are not allowed in, let alone sick ones."

This attitude obviously regarded Xianjun as a fake Taoist priest who cheated on food.

Wen Mang glared at him angrily.

——He is still trying to get used to the extra two legs, walking staggeringly, sprawling, looking really abnormal, like having epilepsy.

Ye Ju gave full play to the ability of the thousand-year-old fritters, and handed over the nonsense on the spot, "Several great opinions, to be honest, this dog is actually used for cooking."

In fact, because the food at Sizhu’s house is good and the rewards are high, many people have been pretending to be Taoist monks for a few days, and the guards are too lazy to answer. The two couldn't help but look at him twice.

Ye Zhuo ghostly said, "In ancient times, there was a black dog's blood that conquered all evils. The family has a new mourning, and the lady still died young, so there is a lot of resentment." He made a gesture of killing a dog to get blood, "My dog ​​just came in handy."

Wen Mang stomped on him angrily.

The two guards looked at each other, fearing that Ye Zhuo was really a senior, they took a step back, "Hold the dog, you go in."

Ye Jue hugged Wen Mang, nodded reservedly, shook his sleeves, and his pure white Taoist robe fluttered. His expression was noble and serious, and his gait was very dignified and elegant. The clothes are still very fairy-like and detached.

Wen Mang suddenly wanted to go back and squat in the tower.

As soon as they entered the door, the sound of mourning suddenly became louder. Through the wall, it seemed to be mixed with women's wailing and men's scolding.

Wen Mang poked his head out, "Is it the mourning hall? Why does it seem like someone is arguing?"

Ye Zhuo said, "Outsiders don't enter the inner hall. The mourning hall is full of relatives in the third service. The girl has not passed her first seven days. I don't know what the relatives are arguing about."

They bypassed the screen wall in front of them, and a boy came to receive him immediately. This family had obviously received many Taoist priests who cheated on food and drink, so they went directly to the hall. There are dishes in this hall, but there is still some distance from the mourning hall. If you listen carefully, you can vaguely hear the content of the quarrel.

"Well, Daoist Daoist, Changzhou Duyue Pavilion, forgive me... what are you talking about?"

Ye Zhuo was about to shake off the little boy and go to explore by himself, when he suddenly heard a loud noise, he looked sideways for a moment, and saw a young man stepping out of the door, aggressive and extremely excited.

The little boy who led the way screamed and wanted to mess with him, "Eldest young master?"

The young master threw him away, cursing and swearing, Ye Zhu just wanted to get up to talk, suddenly lowered his head suddenly, and saw a celadon teacup flying past his scalp, shattered in two, Ye Ju turned his head, only Seeing a middle-aged man with half-haired hair and dressed as a master, he pointed at the young master tremblingly, blowing his beard and staring, "Song Hanzhang, you rebellious son! Why don't you roll over and kneel down to apologize to the Taoist priest!"

Ye Zhu poked his head out from the side of the pillar, and sure enough, he saw the mourning hall sitting, and a Taoist priest sitting behind Song Sizhu. He was all red, and the most prominent feature of his whole body was that the hair on the top of his head was extremely sparse, and only a little hair on the top of Tianling cover, which could be called bald. It's very personal.

Song Hanzhang also stuck his neck, and scolded his father without the slightest bit of cowardice, "What kind of ghost and Taoist is he, and you're the only old man who believes it, I'm sorry."

Song Sizhu's fingers were shaking with anger, "Nizi, Nizi, what did you say? Do you have the guts to say it again?"

Song Hanzhang said, "Let's talk about it again, this ghost Taoist eats Sirius, my sister Sirius, then we have raised her for so many years, why haven't we died suddenly on the spot? Can we still be alive and kicking until now waiting for him to come to save us? Dad, what is in your head?" If there is shit, just trust him?"

Song Sizhu is also a scholar, probably never seen his son swearing in such a rude way, he dropped his teacup with a bang, he was obviously very angry, "Nizi, how can you be so presumptuous in front of the elder!" "Are the few standing around eating rice? Why don't you push back?"

Several servants came forward to take people.

The bald Taoist put on a show, took a sip of tea, and persuaded hypocritically, "Master, don't be angry, the young master is still young."

Director Song threw the cup again, "You're still young? Just yell at me like this when you're young, don't you want to go to heaven when you grow up?"

There was a woman next to her, she was the wife of the Song Mansion, she saw the father and son quarreling, she pulled Master Ye's sleeve and cried, "My lord, you only have two children, can't you just pray for immortality to make this calamity go away? Now that the relationship is broken, Sister Ping will really become a lonely ghost, and there will be no peace even in the underworld."

The Taoist leader said coolly, "Ma'am, it's really impossible. Your daughter's fate is fixed. You must sever your kinship and not enter the ancestral grave. I will take this corpse back and suppress it, so that your family can be at peace."

Mrs. Song covered her face and wept bitterly.

As they begged, the young master of the Song family had already been arrested. Two servants supported him and dragged him into the door. , still did not hug.

He went in this way, but the door was still open, Ye Zhuo saw that no one was staring at this side, so he followed him in sideways.

Inside is a serious mourning hall, with a dark coffin in the main hall.The young master was still swearing, and from time to time, Mr. Song's angry "Ni Zi" sound and the sound of throwing bowls could be heard.

Ye Zhuo found a corner, there were dozens of people in the courtyard in front of him, and he wasn't worried about being seen, besides the various servants of the Song Mansion, there were four or five young people in blue, dark and white robes, It was the disciples of Changzhou Duyue Pavilion. The disciples' clothes of this sect were the same as Ye Zhuo's snow-white Taoist robes. Ye Zhuo stood behind them with a cat on his back. Seeing that no one noticed, he tiptoed to look into the main hall through the gap.

The young master had already been held down, half dragged and knelt on the ground, the bald Taoist and Secretary Song were talking, and the two seemed to have reached an agreement, only to see Secretary Song took a step back and saluted the Taoist, "That's it, my little girl." The dead body will be the leader of Dao Ri Dao."

Daoist Daoist twisted his beard and smiled.

Ye Zhuo stroked Wen Mang, but was stunned for a moment, "His Dao name is Da Ri?"

No wonder he was surprised, the title of Da Ri is domineering. Thousands of years ago, many Taoist priests liked to use this name, but now it is not common, because it is used too badly, and it looks dirty. Now it seems that this Dao The name is like a green flower dog egg, unless it is a fake Taoist priest who sells dog skin plasters to deceive people, no one from a serious sect will use it.

He rubbed his chin, "Isn't the Changzhou Duyue Pavilion known as the most elegant place in the world? So there are such monks?"

Wen Mang suddenly said, "Xianjun, I think there is something wrong with that coffin."

Ye Zhuo looked at it as he said, and clicked his tongue, "It doesn't seem right." He pulled out a talisman from his sleeve, "Why don't you ask Young Master Song to help us see it."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Song Hanzhang, who was crushed just now, suddenly broke away from his servant, threw himself on the ground, knelt down, kowtowed his head, and couldn't see clearly with his eyes down.

"Father, I'm not begging you for anything, but before we lose our bones and ashes, can we open a coffin so that we can take another look at my sister?"

Opening the coffin is indeed disrespectful to the deceased, but if the body is about to be taken away, it is perfectly reasonable for the family to say goodbye.

Director Song waved his hand, "Look."

The bald Taoist frowned suddenly.

He sat up straight, and said harshly, "I don't know the boy, Sirius' coffin is full of bad luck, how can he move lightly, I need to bring it back to the sect, and suppress it with the ten-direction extinction formation..."

Ye Zhu raised his hand, "I will."

As soon as he made a sound, the eyes of the audience were all on Ye Zhuo.

Ye Zhuo didn't panic at all, "The ten-direction extermination formation, I will."

Wen Mang said, "What kind of formation is this? I've never heard of it."

Ye Zhuo said, "I don't know either, some kind of ghost Taoist made up this."

The Taoist obviously didn't expect this, he slapped the stool, and said grimly, "Boy, I don't know, this is the Suppressing Evil Formation created by God Guangyu Yuanjun himself in the Changzhou Duyue Pavilion. It is extremely difficult to learn, you know?"

Ye Zhu almost laughed out loud.

He put his hand in and didn't care, "I don't know how to Guangyu Yuanjun's ten-direction extermination formation." He didn't wait for everyone to ridicule, and quickly added, "But I will go to the suppression formation of Spring Palace."

For a moment the room was silent.

Although the name of the suppression array is half shorter than that of the Shifang Extermination Array, and it looks a bit shabby, it is indeed far superior to the Shifang Extinction Array in suppressing evil spirits.

As we all know, Xianjun Chongning, as a sword lord, is much colder and stricter than Guangyu Yuanjun, and he is also very experienced in suppressing.

But the most important point is that the Zhenzhen has long been lost.

Immediately someone behind him sneered, "The formation has been lost for thousands of years, did you dig the formation from the grave?"

Ye Zhuo let out a yo, and said with a smile, "Why should I dig it from the grave? Is it okay for me to ask Immortal Chongning directly?"

Da Yen-jun's face became even more gloomy, "The Xianjun of Xiaquan Palace has not cared about world affairs for many years, and only has one disciple, that is, Elder Xuesong from Xiaquan. Don't you want to say that you are the apprentice of Elder Xuesong, the grandson of Xianjun?"

Ye Zhuo didn't care about being lowered by two generations in an instant, instead he smiled and said, "Hey, by the way, I'm still his disciple, closer than ordinary disciples, I'm the direct descendant, isn't it amazing?"

Wen Mang said, "Xianjun, don't flirt, the door..."

Before he finished talking about the door, there was a sudden exclamation outside the door, and someone raised his voice, "Wait, when did you become the disciple of my Patriarch?"

Ye Zhuo turned his head suddenly, and saw Jian Qing, Jian Bai, Wen Xing and the three of them had just stepped into the courtyard, and their clothes all had the logo in the shape of Xiaquan Xiaojian.Wen Xing stood among the three of them, staring at Ye Zhu with a pair of black eyes. He still had no expression on his face, and he didn't seem to be angry. Ye Zhu felt inexplicably guilty when he looked at him.However, the words had already been let go, and of course they could not be taken back, so he quickly winked at him.

The disciple of Xiaquan, who is serious about the Eight Classics, has arrived. Ye Zhuo, who just claimed to be a disciple of the Immortal Monarch, naturally received attention from all directions. Ye Zhuo closed his eyes, and directly bowed to Wen Xing as a disciple, respectfully saying, "Master."

Jian Qing's eyes widened, "Didn't you just pass by..."

Wen Xing took a step forward, stopped Jian Qing's words, and turned half of his body to accept Ye Zhuo's gift. He only slightly nodded at him, rubbed his fingers in an invisible place, and said in a low voice, "Come here."

There are really a few masters disciplining their disciples.

Ye Zhuo walked over obediently, intending to make a confession, telling him that there was something wrong with Miss Song's coffin. He walked with his head buried in his head, without looking up, but he could feel the abnormal coldness in Wen Xing's eyes.

Ye Zhuo quietly asked Wen Mang, "I said I'm a direct descendant of Xianjun, his disciple, so is he angry?"

Wen Mang trotted to keep up with him, "So what if you're angry? He can kill you with a single sword, hasn't he cleaned up the door?"

Ye Zhu was a little dissatisfied, "What does it mean to clean up the house, I condescend, what dissatisfaction does he have?"

Wen Mang sighed and said, "He dares to be dissatisfied. You have condescended to drop two generations in a row and become a disciple of your apprentice. He should burn incense and worship Buddha, and be grateful..."

He hadn't said the word yet, and there was a sudden change.