Inherited a magic weapon shop after rebirth

At Yingli North Station, there was a hustle and bustle of people, and the lights were brightly lit. The yellow lights in the distance formed a bright band of light, extending toward an unknown distance.

Standing in the turbulent crowd, Qi Rong raised his eyes and looked around, feeling in a daze.

Could it be that the bronze tripod is not a precious treasure hidden here, maybe it is really just a normal antique?He couldn't help but doubt his previous guess.

Full of doubts, he dragged his suitcase and walked out slowly until he reached the gate of the station. Seeing the night was falling, he couldn't help but stare intently——

The bright moon hangs high, the stars line up against each other, and the invisible and intangible luck shrouds the sky above Yingli City, silently rotating and guarding.

The night was boundless, Ying Li's luck was not very clear, Qi Rong only vaguely saw the depth of the luck, which was a bit strange.

The strangest thing is that when I saw the deep place, I felt a surge of energy and blood from my heart for no reason, and there was a sense of heaviness in my heart amidst the surging, which was sad, and there were wisps of Brahma in the air. aroma.

"Strange." Qi Rong murmured in a low voice.

After getting in the car, Qi Rong watched the retrograde scenery outside through the car window with a calm expression.

The driver chatted familiarly: "Is my brother here to sweep the grave?"

"Why do you say that?" Qi Rong turned his head and asked in confusion.

The driver raised his chin, and his simple and honest face was full of pride: "Two days will be Qingming. During this time, most of the people who come to our Yingli City will go to the Yingli Martyrs Cemetery to sweep graves."

Qi Rong suddenly realized that Qingming was already approaching before he knew it, no wonder he felt that the place was full of incense as soon as he got off the station.

"Thanks, I'll go to the cemetery to worship in Qingming." Qi Rong said seriously.

He was attached to the white jade gourd, had personally experienced that period of suffering, and knew how hard it is to have peace and tranquility today, and it is these heroes who have paid the most for it.

A hero deserves his utmost respect.

Qi Rong and the driver brother inquired about the local Fengshui Street, planning to go back and get some high-quality yellow paper, printed copper coins with their own hands and burned them.

Hearing this, the driver gave him a thumbs up, with a more friendly expression on his face.

"Brother, why did you come to Yingli?"

"I'm looking for a place. I wonder if you know Mingdeguan?" Qi Rong sat up straight and looked at the driver expectantly.

"Mingdeguan? You know, it's next to the martyrs' cemetery. When you get there, ask the old man at the foot of the mountain. They'll know for sure." The driver said bluntly.

Qi Rong was surprised that he found out so easily.

The start was smooth, and his tense nerves were relaxed. He had a premonition that this trip to Yingli City would go well.

There was nothing to say all night, before dawn the next day, Qi Rong packed his things and arrived at the foot of Yupan Mountain.

The road to the summit was swept clean.

Halfway up the mountain, Qi Rong also found a simple wooden house, but unfortunately the house was empty, as if it had not been inhabited for a long time.

Going up the mountain alone seems a little lonely.

Fortunately, Yupan Mountain is not high, as he walked up, there were vague bells flickering, clear and sweet, and the Sanqing bell in Qi Rong's backpack seemed to feel the aura of this place, humming softly.

Finally arrived at the destination, Qi Rong stood at the entrance of the Taoist temple wiping the sweat from his temples.

"Strange, doesn't it mean that there is no one in the Taoist Temple, but it doesn't look deserted?" He pushed open the door of the Taoist Temple, and the courtyard was clean, with an old pine tree pavilion like a canopy.

He didn't meet anyone all the way up the mountain, and he could see that the Mingde Temple was indeed deserted, but both the bluestones on the mountain road and the Taoist temple were too clean, and it didn't look like no one was looking after them.

Just weird.

"You are?" At this moment, a crisp female voice sounded from behind Qi Rong.

Qi Rong was startled, so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that there were still people here.

He turned around and saw a girl in her early twenties, with her sleeves rolled up, holding a bucket and a rag, with sweat dripping from her forehead.

"Oh, I'm a tourist. I heard that there is a Taoist temple here, so I came up here to have a look." Qi Rong gave a random reason.

"Oh, actually there's nothing to see here. We have to clean up today, so it's not convenient to entertain you. Why don't you go to the cemetery below to sweep the tombs." The girl muttered.

"Xiao Zhou, who are you talking to?" An old-fashioned voice came from the temple.

"I'm sorry, I didn't entertain the distinguished guests in the temple today. If you don't mind, the young man can have a light meal in the back."

The person who came here was the head of the Zhou family in Yingli. The Zhou family is a local Fengshui family in Yingli.

—

Qi Rong followed the girl named Zhou Qiqi to the backyard. Unlike the deserted one in front, there were many more people in the backyard, and they gathered in small groups to have breakfast.

"Do you have any distinguished guests here?" Qi Rong asked curiously.

"I don't know, I heard that he is a big person. I don't know why I came here. But I have to thank him, or I clean this huge place by myself every time, and I am exhausted." Zhou Qiqi was in a good mood biting the little wonton .

"Oh? Did you clean it by yourself in previous years?"

Qi Rong felt that he had met the right lord, so he inquired about it.

"That's right, my grandma and I used to clean this place. My grandma passed away a few years ago, so this year I'm the only one. Fortunately, there are so many people who have been taken advantage of here to help." Zhou Qiqi whispered to Qi Rong, smiling with crooked eyebrows, Very cunning.

Qi Rong gently stirred the millet porridge, and said casually, "Before I came, I heard that all the Taoist priests in the temple are gone."

"Well, there are actually no Taoist priests in this Mingde Temple. My grandma has been taking care of it for so many years." Miss Zhou's mood suddenly sank when she mentioned this, with sentimentality in her eyes.

Qi Rong looked at him quietly.

Maybe it was because of touching the scene, or maybe Qi Rong was good-looking and seemed really curious, so Zhou Qiqi told him the story of her grandma.

A story of miss and protection.

Her grandmother had a childhood sweetheart relationship with a Taoist priest in Guannei. When the Japanese invaders came, she had just stepped into the door of the man's house, and before she even had time to pray to heaven and earth, the Taoist priest rushed to meet him with other people in Yingli. The invaders died, but unfortunately, they did not come back in the end.

In the ensuing years of war, the members of Mingde Temple passed away one after another, leaving only a simple Taoist temple.

Her grandmother never remarried all her life, lived at the foot of the mountain, and occasionally went up to the mountain to take care of her. When she was old, she picked up a baby girl that was discarded by others, and the two grandparents depended on each other.

"Well, grandma often said that she was the only person left with contact with Mingde Temple in this world, so she was worried about it when she was dying. She was afraid that after her death, the Taoist temple would be completely abandoned. When I study abroad, I can’t go back several times a year.”

"Did you see that cabin on the road? My grandma and I used to live there when we went up the mountain. After my grandma passed away, I asked me to bury her on the edge of a cliff nearby, saying that I could see the cemetery and I saw her watchful eye for a lifetime."

Zhou Qiqi said in frustration, the little wontons she likes to eat on weekdays are no longer delicious.

Qi Rong sighed.

What her grandma is guarding is not so much a temple, but an inheritance, guarding this regret for those who died early.

"Don't worry, I think Mingde Temple will become popular again soon." Qi Rong comforted.

"I hope." Zhou Qiqi was a little distressed. She didn't want to leave the place where her grandma had kept her whole life, nor did she want to stay here forever. She still wanted to study and get married.

"Ah, I'm so entangled!" Zhou Qiqi slapped the table, turned around and continued cleaning with a bucket.

Qi Rong smiled with the other people who looked over, and said, "I'll go find her."

"Don't run around, the guests will come later." The others frowned worriedly.

He responded, carrying his bag and followed him out.

After going out the door, Qi Rong didn't see Zhou Qiqi. After thinking about the purpose of coming here, he walked around the temple for a while according to San Qingling's memory.

Soon, he found the front of the hall dedicated to the Taoist ancestor of Sanqing.

With a "squeak" the door was pushed open, revealing the hall mottled with age behind.

Qi Rong worshiped in front of the statue, said three times don't blame, climbed onto the chair carefully, and looked behind the altar.

Empty.

There is a thin layer of dust behind the altar.

He looked around, and suddenly noticed the ringing of the bell in the wind. When he looked up, there happened to be a bell hanging on the door. It seemed to be old, and there was a layer of aura that was so weak that it was almost invisible.

Qi Rong's eyes lit up, and he moved the stool to touch the bell.

When his fingertips touched the bell, intermittent images appeared in his mind.He saw Taoist priests practicing martial arts in front of the courtyard, saw common people coming and going, and saw a pair of childhood sweethearts who were [-] or [-] years old... All kinds of images flashed before his eyes, and soon it was not long ago.

Through his memory, he saw the light of a flashlight in the distance, and a middle-aged man in a brown gown came in from outside with a compass in one hand and a small cage in the other.

There was a rustling sound from the cage.

Soon, the man put away the compass and removed the cloth from the cage, and Qi Rong saw that it was actually a rather strange mouse, it stood upright like a human being, and its black bean-like eyes were bigger than Qi Rong had ever seen before. All animals must be spiritual.

A group of people wandered around for a long time, and gradually approached the hall where Sanqing was enshrined.

When the wooden door was closed and opened again, Qi Rong saw that they were carrying a safe in their hands, and the traces left by someone's careful handling behind them.

Qi Rong withdrew his hand and jumped off the chair.

Clenching his chin thoughtfully, comparing the perspective of the bell with his previous memory, he was sure that the bronze tripod in Guannei was definitely stolen by that group.

Looking at the other party's proficient process, it is obvious that it is not the first time to do this kind of thing, and it must be the man in the brown gown and the mouse that have a special role in it. Qi Rong suspects that it is a rare treasure hunting mouse.

Moreover, he also found that several of the group of people were obviously Gentiles.

Qi Rong looked around intently, in the void, there were golden lines representing the Fengshui formation gathered from other directions, but they broke off again at Mingde Temple.

This means that one of the hubs is missing.

Just as Qi Rong was thinking, he suddenly heard the voices of people talking gradually approaching.

"Hey, don't stand there!" A young man who came in early saw Qi Rong standing there in a daze, and hurried over to pull him away.

But when Qi Rong heard Xu Xuanran's voice, he was half a beat behind.

But at this time, a group of people had already turned a corner and came in, just in time to meet Qi Rong face to face.

Seeing Qi Rong suddenly, Xu Xuanran was stunned.

Elder Patriarch Zhou thought he was blaming him for his negligence, so he hurriedly signaled the two of them to go down.

"You two juniors, don't blame real people." He smiled apologetically.

This is a well-known metaphysics master in the country, the closed disciple of the national teacher, if nothing happens, he will also be the next national teacher, leading the entire Chinese metaphysics world, to be able to come to their small place is simply full of glory.

"Let's continue. You just said how you turned the tide in Rongshan and saved the entire city's feng shui formation? Can you tell me in detail?"

Elder Patriarch Zhou's attitude is very humble.

And Xu Xuanran, who was beside him just now, who was still aloof and refined, his expression froze slightly at this moment.

Qi Rong was dragged away by the juniors of the Zhou family, before leaving, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he wanted to look at Xu Xuanran playfully.

Xu Xuanran felt sad in his heart, and automatically dubbed Qi Rong's eyes in his heart: "You, do your best to turn the tide?"

He was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in, silently raised his hand to cover his face, to hide his gaffe

Of course, the above are all Xu Xuanran's self-indulgent thoughts, in fact, Qi Rong just thought that it would not be good for him to appear in such a scene, and it might make the old man unable to come down.

However, Qi Rong did not make it in the end, and was stopped by Xu Xuanran.

"Let me introduce, this is Rongshan's master Qi Rong, who has a very profound attainment in magic weapons. To be honest, the restoration of Rongshan's Fengshui formation is mainly due to him." Xu Xuanran introduced to the old patriarch Zhou. .

The other Zhou family members around immediately looked at each other in blank dismay, especially when they dragged Qi Rong to the younger generation just now, standing behind Qi Rong at a loss.

Qi Rong took the initiative to stretch out his hand and said apologetically, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't expect you to say that the distinguished guest is Brother Xu. Thank you for your hospitality."

In the end it was the old fox, the old patriarch Zhou quickly realized and went down the steps.

"Young and promising, we old guys should give way to the younger generation. Speaking of which, your surname is Qi? Qi with half blessings and two ears?"

There are many things passed down from the Zhou family, so he naturally thought of Qi Rong's origin.

"Yes." Qi Rong replied.

"It turns out that you are the heir of the Qi family, and it really is a well-deserved reputation. I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and the Qi family has such a magic weapon master as you. It really has a profound foundation."

After exchanging pleasantries, Xu Xuanran finally found time to chat with Qi Rong alone.

"Your business is done? Didn't you say that I will pick you up, why did you come here by yourself?"

"I'm a little anxious, so I came first. I already have a rough idea of ​​things, but this matter..." Qi Rong frowned tightly.

"Very troublesome?" Xu Xuanran saw him like this for the first time, and he didn't see Qi Rong showing such an expression during Rong Shan's battle.

"It's not very troublesome, I'm afraid it's an extra-large trouble." Qi Rong sighed, and whispered to him: "There is a treasure of Fengshui array in Yingli City hidden here, but I just confirmed it, and the magic weapon has been stolen."

Xu Xuanran understood, no wonder Qi Rong wanted to come to this deserted Taoist temple, it turned out that there was a treasure here.

Qi Rong waited for him to digest, then continued:

"Didn't you say before that there have been problems with Feng Shui arrays in various places recently? I suspect that it may be related to this incident. A group of overseas people are secretly stealing the main town items in various places."

When Xu Xuanran heard "Overseas", his expression suddenly became serious: "You are not lying to me, really? Are you sure?"

"It's not completely confirmed yet, I just found some clues. I'll tell you the exact news after I discuss with someone in a few days." Qi Rong whispered.

Xu Xuanran nodded thoughtfully.

After the two talked, they planned to go back, but Xu Xuanran looked at the green tree crown, and suddenly his mind changed:

"Hey, that's not right. If the town is stolen, shouldn't there be a problem with the Fengshui array now? The old patriarch Zhou didn't mention this to me at all."

Except for the national teacher who can directly see the luck, the Fengshui master who has lived in the local area for a long time is the most sensitive to environmental changes. It makes no sense that if something goes wrong, the old patriarch Zhou will not be aware of it, or he will be aware of it but not ask him for help.

Qi Rong paused, pondered for a while, and said truthfully: "After I arrived in Yingli, I found that the luck here is like a rainbow, and there is really no sign of decay. I haven't found the reason for it."

"Yo, it's really strange that there are still people who can stump you." Xu Xuanran looked at Qi Rong up and down, and said in a teasing tone.

"I'm not the reincarnation of Zhuge Kongming, how could I know everything." Qi Rong almost couldn't help but roll his eyes back at him.

"Okay, okay, let's go back, I guess they will come out to look for it if we talk about it again."

Xu Xuanran and Qi Rong have become acquainted with each other for many times, so they walked back with Qi Rong's shoulders in their arms.

Under the leadership of Elder Patriarch Zhou, Xu Xuanran visited the various layouts of the Mingde Temple and reviewed its history.

The most important thing for him to come to Yingli this time is to register the Mingde Temple. The current national teacher is the chairman of the Taoist Association. As a closed disciple, he also assumes a very high position.

Therefore, inheritance and development are also things that Xu Xuanran needs to consider.

After his inspection this time, the inheritance of the Mingde Temple will be submitted to the next meeting of the association, and after many procedures, the Taoist Association will take over the Mingde Temple and find a suitable temple owner to take charge of the Mingde Temple.

In the evening, a group of people came down from the mountain.

Qi Rong fell far away at the end of the team, looking down and into the distance from the top of the mountain.

The rainbow-like qi luck shrouded Yingli City, just like what he saw that night, and now that the sun had not set, he discovered that the dark color of the qi luck was actually blood-colored.

The whole Yingli's Feng Shui is in a mess, there are broken golden threads everywhere, like a broken net, but the blood color is like patches, repairing the broken fishing nets, although looking at the golden pieces It's a red piece, it's not very beautiful, but it works!

What is the method used?

Qi Rong was extremely puzzled.

If the principle can be deciphered, maybe the problems of many cities can be solved.

While thinking, he slowly descended the mountain with the large army.

Halfway up the mountain, Qi Rong's sleeve was tugged.

A white hand silently pointed in a direction.

Qi Rong looked subconsciously——

A small tomb is located in the shade of trees, and the flame-like sunset glow of fish scales covers the whole sky in the evening.

Qi Rong's eyelids twitched, and his footsteps twisted, taking him as a diagonal, following the Qingshi Mountain Road upwards, is the age-old view of Mingde;

After crossing the tombstone in front of the tomb, he broke away from the main force and stood in front of the tombstone with a steep cliff at his feet. On the other side of the cliff, countless white and green mountains stung his eyes for a moment.

At that moment, a line of poetry came to his mind - Qingshan is lucky to bury his loyal bones!

Under the axes and sickles, holy white tombstones stand majestically and firmly from near to far. The flame-colored sunset shines on the tombstones. The whiteness of the tombstones is bone, and the redness of the sunset glow is flesh and blood. straight down.

At this moment, Qi Rong's mind dissipated like a cloud.

He suddenly understood that the patchy and ugly red on the sky turned out to be——

hero.