Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

"..."

The air froze for a moment.

Nan Rongke was astonished, he hurriedly raised his head, and looked in all directions.

Xiao Yihe asked strangely: "What are you doing?"

Nan Rongke gave him a cold look: "Shut up, usually at this time, Sect Master Xue will definitely appear."

Xiao Yihe clasped his hands and watched with him for a long while with a smile. The sky was silent and very peaceful.Nan Rongke gradually let go of his guard, turned around and saw a jade order hanging around his neck, and immediately grabbed it and looked it over carefully.

It is covered with exquisite incantations, it is the handwriting of Xue Zongzhu, and it cannot be faked.

But something always felt wrong.

Xiao Yihe spread out his hands, a little sincere and innocent.

Nan Rongke suddenly remembered something: "Sect Master Xue told me to stay and watch the ceremony just now, but he disappeared before he finished speaking. What kind of ceremony did he ask me to watch?"

"..."

Speaking of this, I can't tell you that it's a great gift of double cultivation, right? Xiao Yihe hooked the jade order back into his arms, and said casually: "How do I know, Sect Master Xue is also very old, probably because of a sudden interest in celebrating his [-]th birthday?" !"

Nan Rongke: I believed in your evil.

Seeing that they were sullen and didn't know what to say, Chao Wendao suddenly stopped talking and held each other in a stalemate. He hurriedly coughed twice, and stretched out his hand to separate the two: "Okay, Brother Nanrong. Brother Song is willing to go, so I will take him there." Well, we're all family."

The word "family" is extremely insulting.

Nan Rongke's expression was as if he had seen a ghost: "What kind of family! Who is his family? You don't know what nonsense he said in front of Xue Zongzhu!"

Xiao Yihe immediately put on an innocent look, his unusual eyes had a sickly yellow glaze color, with a light halo, showing more innocence.

Nan Rongke: "You!"

Chao Wendao shook his head and sighed, but after all, Daichuan's demon disaster cannot be delayed for long, so he had to call "Song Yao" to come to him: "No matter what Junior Brother Song said, it's just acting like a baby, you have to let it go." They are all married, so they must not be so irritable."

"Yes."

After Xiao Yihe finished speaking, he immediately crawled to Chao Wendao's side with a smile, grabbed his sleeve and mounted the flying sword grandly.As for where are these two going?

Now Xiao Yihe would be happy as long as he could stay away from Xue Xuan a little bit.As long as he escapes from the realm of primordial beginning and the sky is high, no one can control him!

There are only three things, no one can take him back to get married again!

There are still more than ten years to squander before the age of 30. Why bother to wrong yourself, sing and drink, and be young as a companion?

Thinking of this, Mei Zizi supported Chao Wendao's shoulder: "Brother Chao is better." He changed the subject and asked with a smile, "Brother Chao, have you got married yet?"

Chao Wen Dao's ears were slightly red: "...not yet."

Nan Rongke was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke.

Although full of suspicion, given Nan Rongke's eighteen guts, he would never have imagined that there would be such a hero in this world who dared to steal the jade order from Sect Master Xue's arms, so he had to leave this place with half-belief.

The three of them headed south with Yujian.

On the way, Xiao Yihe realized that this trip was going to Daichuan, a beautiful small city buried deep in the southwest mountains.Dai Chuan, it’s far enough!

Along the way, Nan Rongke talked a lot and was never idle.

On the contrary, Zhao Wendao was much quieter, and occasionally responded politely to him, "A gentleman, gentle and gentle, I'm afraid that's what he said."

Xiao Yihe stood behind him, squinting his eyes to measure this junior, with his back straightened, very satisfied, so he leaned his head on it.

Chao Wendao was talking when he suddenly felt his back sink.

He reacted quickly, and raised his hand to set up a wind shield in front of the flying sword: "Keep your voice down, Junior Brother Song is asleep."

Nan Rongke was chatting happily, when he heard the words, he tore off a cloud in dissatisfaction, kneaded and threw it on the back of Xiao Yihe's head.

Daichuan is located in a remote place, far away from Taichu Sword Sect.

Although Chao Wendao and Nan Rongke's two flying swords were chasing deliberately, there were few pauses for rest during the period, and it was already night three days later when they arrived at the outskirts of Daichuan.

Xiao Yihe almost fell asleep all the way, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the mountains and rivers under his feet like daisy, the lights like stars and rivers, and the faint aura of mountains and rivers lingering around the city, it is really a good place to be beautiful.

Looking at it this way, it doesn't look like a place where monsters can be raised.

Chaowendao Yujian dived: "Junior Brother Song, we are here."

Xiao Yihe yawned and jumped off the sword.

At this time, dusk was coming to an end, and there was only a golden glow on the mountainside in the distance of the full sun in the sky. The streets and alleys in Daichuan City were criss-crossed, and trivial lamps and candles were gradually lit up. There was an endless stream of monks coming and going, and it was very lively.

Zhao Wendao held back his sword: "Let's go, let's go into the city and have a look."

Xiao Yihe wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, so he took two steps, and then stopped suddenly. Although his vision was blurry, his other perceptions were very clear, and he glanced back.

Nan Rongke asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yihe shook his head: "It's nothing, it might be an illusion..."

He grabbed Nan Rongke's wrist by his side, and said with a smile, "Good Taoist, borrow some spiritual energy."

Before Nan Rongke agreed, he felt that the vast spiritual power in the spiritual veins was continuously flowing towards his wrist.

Xiao Yihe suddenly felt a scorching heat rushing into his body, which made him dizzy.The True Yang Spirit Vein is really fierce.

"Song, Song Yao...don't suck it up...suck it up, suck it up..."

A mournful sound came from the side, Xiao Yihe was in a trance for a moment before waking up, and then pumped some remaining spiritual power into the veins of his eyes, and half of his eyes became clear.

Turning his head to look, he saw Nan Rongke half kneeling on the ground with weak legs and feet, his face turned pale.Xiao Yihe immediately threw away the hand that was holding him, and said with a smile: "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"...Is this called borrowing? You are robbing!"

Nan Rongke shook his head, supported Chao Wen tremblingly, and asked, "Brother Chao, is this still the world?"

Chao Wendao was helpless: "Brother Nan Rong..."

Xiao Yihe clicked his tongue in distaste and said: "It's a bit hypocritical, Mr. Nanrong, I think back then—"

Nan Rongke and Chao Wendao and Wenyan looked at him, to see what "remember the past" he could say at such a young age.

Xiao Yihe didn't want to say any more, he put his hands back calmly, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, go drink!"

"What wine to drink, what are we doing here, come back!"

Borrowing a lot of spiritual power from Nan Rongke, and having a left eye that can see things for the time being, Xiao Yihe became arrogant again, looking curiously at this world that had been separated for 70 years.

What a beautiful scene, the city is full of pearls, the households are full of Luoqi, and there are always flowers until the top of the city.

Three or two young women came back from shopping in the market with bamboo baskets filled with snacks and fruits, passing them by talking and laughing.

Passing a street corner, the women stopped, took out a few shortbread buns from their baskets, put them on the old porcelain plates placed under the stone wall at the corner, and muttered something.

——In the corner of the stone wall where they worship, there is a stone niche, not more than a foot high, like a small temple, with a small statue standing inside.

Not only here, but in various corners of the city, there is such a stone niche from time to time, in front of the bun shop, under the side door of the pastry shop, and under the lamp post of the street lamp.

I didn't check it at the beginning, but once I paid attention, I found it was on the side of the street and can be seen everywhere.

"May the little Avalokitesvara bless you for a good harvest this year." "Bless my mother for a speedy recovery from her illness..."

After putting their hands together and worshiping, the young ladies played and played with each other and went away.

Nan Rongke wondered, "What are they worshiping?"

Chao Wendao said: "It is the local peace fairy who keeps the wind and rain in good order."

Many places have the custom of enshrining the Immortal of Peace, but it is more popular in remote and difficult places, where there are few cultivators. Even if a disaster occurs, it is difficult for Taoists to arrive in time. Pray for immortals and Buddha to pray for God's blessing.

Gradually, where the power of the wish converges, there is the Immortal of Peace.

Some benevolent people with great merits and virtues in the world are prayed and enshrined after death, and gradually gain aura, and they can also become peace gods.

Nan Rongke squatted down and looked, wondering: "Why is it a little girl?"

Chao Wendao bowed respectfully with palms together, and then said with a smile: "The two women just now did indeed call this Ping'an Immortal 'Little Guanyin'. It seems that this is not an ordinary little girl, she must have great merit. of."

Xiao Yihe squinted his left eye, a little girl with great merit...

This is interesting.

There are small stone statues in the stone niches, sitting or standing, with various postures and graceful postures, but most of them have peeled off paint, and the stone feet have been polished smooth by wind and rain, which shows the age.

The three of them were watching with their heads together, and two beggars aged seven or eight also squeezed in, squatting in front of the stone niche and waiting.

As soon as the small candles in the stone niches were extinguished, they happily took out the steamed buns and shortbreads on the tribute plate, and ate them hungrily as they ran.

No one cursed and stopped them, everyone was used to it.

Nan Rongke asked curiously, "No one cares about this?"

Chao Wendao shook his head and patted Nan Rongke on the shoulder. The old god was there: "The candle incense has been extinguished, and all good deeds are performed. Even the tribute has its own place. The sage has no heart, and the people's heart is the heart, so how can he blame it?" Woolen cloth?"

"What a sage has no heart, he cares about the hearts of the people." One person laughed heartily, "You don't know, it is said that this little Guanyin was also a little beggar during his lifetime, and he saved thousands of people in the city during a natural disaster. Got incense."

Nan Rongke originally wanted to ask how a little beggar could save thousands of people, but before he opened his mouth, he snorted and shut his mouth when he saw who was coming.

After the person came, he ignored Xiao Yihe and Nan Rongke who were on both sides, walked straight to Chao Wendao who was behind them, and said earnestly: "Little Chao Daoist, long time no see."

This young man in fresh clothes and angry horse.

Dressed in crimson clothes, with an ancient and clumsy spear in black ink on the back, the collar and cuffs are tightly coiled with gold thread, a golden cicada is tattooed on the jade belt around the waist, the eyebrows are handsome, and the corners of the eyes are flying.

Xiao Yihe recognized his clothes at a glance, it turned out to be a junior from the Kongchanshan Road family, and looked at him with interest.

Chao Wendao frowned very lightly, as if he hadn't remembered who he was, until he saw the golden cicada's family crest symbolizing Kongchan Mountain, he suddenly realized, he raised his hands and smiled: "Mr. Lu."

"Lu Lingfeng!" Nan Rongke stood sideways in front of Chao Wendao.

Every time he sees Lu Lingfeng, he feels evil all over his body, just like seeing a big red rooster shaking its feathers and fluttering its crown. very.

Lu Lingfeng regarded him as nothing, pulled Nan Rongke away, and still looked at Chao Wendao calmly.

Seeing that he was about to leave after saying hello, he called him back again: "—Xiao Chao Daochang, wait!"

People have always been very slow in hearing about Dao Ji, especially those who have only met a few times, and can forget everything when they turn around.

He looked at Lu Lingfeng who was entangled with him in embarrassment, and felt that he met him by chance: "What else can you do, Mr. Lu?"

I saw Lu Lingfeng take out three or four jasper bottles from his spirit pouch, before he could react to Chao Wendao, he stuffed them into his hands with a smile: "Lu Mou remembers that Taoist Priest Xiaochao likes sweets, this is the purple jade bottle from our Kongchan Mountain. Shuang Tianlin, it is just right to drink with tea."

Nan Rongke: "..."

Zishuang Tianlin is so precious, it is hard to find a thousand gold, one drop can renew the tendons and heal the wounds, and a bottle can even help one's cultivation, Lu Lingfeng actually just took out such a large amount to serve Chao Wendao with tea?

He immediately snatched the bottles out, threw them back like hot hands, and blamed: "No, this is too expensive! How can you accept such precious things from others?"

Chao Wendao, who has always been a gentle and gentle person, became displeased to hear him criticize himself like this: "This is me—"

"Nan Rongke! Why are you everywhere, and what does it have to do with you?" Lu Lingfeng said dissatisfiedly, "I gave it to Daoist Xiaochao."

Nan Rongke pinched his nose and said, "It doesn't matter why, you are so tired of sweet juice, it affects my hunt for demons!"

Lu Lingfeng laughed at him sarcastically: "I think you are just jealous!"

Nan Rongke: "Ha! I'm jealous of you, joke!"

Chao Wen said: "Okay, it's important to do business, it's better to go to the suffering master's house earlier..."

Nan Rongke bypassed him and grabbed Lu Lingfeng by the collar: "Lu Lingfeng, tell me clearly, what do you mean I am jealous of you, what am I jealous of you?"

Chao Wendao called helplessly: "Brother Nanrong..."

Lu Lingfeng avoided it deftly: "Tsk tsk, Nan Rongke, when did you not cause trouble to the Taoist priest Xiaochao, did you have no points in your heart? Do people want to see you, so you just go up."

"...Nan Rongke!"

The teenagers were arguing and pushing, Nan Rongke almost fought with Lu Lingfeng several times, and Lu Lingfeng naturally didn't give in.

Chao Wendao was mediating between the two of them as a peacemaker, but because of his impatience and gentle nature, he just pulled Nan Rongke's clothes hard and shouted their names loudly.

Xiao Yihe covered one eye, watching the play with relish.

Several people walked forward noisily, Xiao Yihe saw that they had no time to take care of him, so he ran away immediately, before walking a few steps, one hand grabbed him.

Turning around, it was Nan Rongke: "A half-blind man who is still walking around. I don't know where demons and disasters happen frequently. Do you like the demon cultivator the most? I love to catch fools like you and make them into corpses."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of spiritual thread, tied one end on Xiao Yihe's wrist, and held the other end in his hand.Xiao Yihe was pulled over by him like a dog on a leash.

He raised his chin: "This way you won't get lost—follow me!"

Xiao Yihe: "..."