Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 710: The night is dark, and the dawn is on its way!

As everyone knows, "Journey to the West" has been updated again!

The vision on Fangcun Mountain has long since spread to the sky.

The demon clan is still looking forward to what new blood of the heavens will come this time, and on the human clan side, the masters of the sect suddenly descended the mountain, spreading clouds and rain, paving roads and building bridges.

Don't ask, you just want to do something for the people of the world.

The false Buddha in the Western Regions received incense, and the true Heavenly Venerate entered the world to comfort all beings.

For a time, purple rainbows were common in the sky of Daxuan, and white cranes fluttered their wings.

In this regard, Confucianism expressed silence.

Although experts in the sect usually do some of these things, it is rare to be dispatched on such a large scale. According to sources unknown, Daomen's move is to create momentum for the latest chapter of "Journey to the West".

At first, no one believed it, especially some Confucian scholars firmly denied this statement. After all, "Journey to the West" was written up to now. Apart from Buddhism and Yaozu, the biggest force is the Heavenly Court. Although Heavenly Court looks like Taoism, But it is actually the imperial court structure of Confucianism.

What does it have to do with his sect!

Everyone is familiar with each other, but they can't be hard.

However, this statement was quickly broken by the statement that the Taoist people claimed to be "in the name of the great virtuous teacher" when they accepted the gratitude of the people.

A great teacher!

At first, no one remembered this title, thinking it was an unborn Daoist from the Taoist sect, until the people returned to their homes and saw the "Zhong Kui catching ghosts" hanging on the wall of their homes, they all reacted to it. .

Fuck!

I almost forgot, great virtuous teacher, isn't it Wuhou!

This gate is really aimed at Wuhou.

Everyone knows that the Daomen organization is like a dog protecting the country in troubled times, and a cat sleeping in the forest in prosperous times.

What happened to make Daomen so enthusiastic?

"Journey to the West"?

Suddenly, Daxuan set off a second wave of upsurge.

What exactly is written in it to make Daomen take the initiative to such a degree!

On the other side, a minor incident also happened in Nanhuang, which distracted some attention from "Journey to the West".

That is, the Indus Forest, the forest is closed!

To the outside world, it is said that the Qinglong Emperor is not very energetic and needs to take a good rest.

In this regard, Nanhuang's attitude is: nonsense.

If your Qinglong Emperor is low on energy, will the other ancestors still be alive?

Did you not hear the news, the one who laughed the loudest was "King Qilin with Virtue"?

However, according to the gossip about the well-known ancestor demon of the Crane Clan, how safe a life is, the Great Sage Jianjia suddenly collected a group of women from the Southern Wilderness who turned into demons and entered the Wutong Forest.

Without exception, they are all women who are good at serving confinement.

Tsk tsk.

The demons of the Southern Wilderness, what have not been seen, what have not been played.

Things are normal and start to speed up.

Looking at the number of recruits, I'm afraid I can't take care of twenty or thirty.

That's it, still old and powerless?

Thus, those demon clans who thought they had a good relationship with Wutong Forest began to think about what to do with them.

Feng Lin is low-key, but if you don't express it, it's your problem.

Nanhuang is not fighting and killing, Nanhuang is a worldly way!

The key is to find out who the mistress is!

Industrial Forest.

"You did a good job." Emperor Qinglong said to He Haohao with his head full of little dolls.

He Hao Hao quickly replied: "Serve the Emperor..."

"Shh!" Emperor Qinglong waved his hand directly, and a ban hit He Haohao's mouth, and He Haohao's words were immediately smothered in his mouth.

"Don't be so loud, these ancestors just fell asleep!" Emperor Qinglong pointed to the pendant on his head, 30 ginseng fruits that were sleeping soundly, and waved his hand, indicating that He should go down well.

"That's right!" The Qinglong Emperor said again, "What you saw today, don't spread it!"

He Hao Hao patted his chest quickly, and his soul voice said: "The emperor can rest assured, I'm good, keep my mouth shut!"

It was not until He Haohao left that Jianjia's figure appeared beside Qinglong Emperor.

"Emperor, the banshees are settled."

The Qinglong Emperor sighed: "Oh, it's all that stinky child. When did this old man have such a reputation!"

Jianjia smiled and said: "The Emperor relaxes, let Nanhuang guess now, and when the new chapter of "Journey to the West" comes out, they will know that they are blaming the Emperor."

"The focus will naturally shift."

"Alas... so this old man doesn't like children..." Emperor Qinglong sighed.

"You go to Fangcun Mountain first, find that child..." Just halfway through the words, a fruit of life suddenly opened his eyes.

"Yoyo, keep sleeping, keep sleeping..." The Qinglong Emperor hurriedly moved a branch and gently patted the back of the ginseng fruit, coaxing in a kind tone, the ginseng fruit dozed off again, I closed my eyes again.

Emperor Qinglong let out a long sigh of relief, looked at Jianjia's face, and said lightly, "Children, it's just annoying."

"Go and let that kid think of a way to get these fruits off the old man's head!"

Jianjia hurriedly nodded and turned to leave.

It's dangerous.

Slow down a bit and laugh out loud!

…

Fangcun Mountain.

"What? It hasn't been published yet?" Chen Luo looked at Mastiff Lingling suspiciously. The manuscript had been given out for a day, and he still planned to keep a wave of red dust skyrocketing. After waiting for a long time, there was no response, so he called for Mastiff When Lingling inquired, she knew that the manuscript had not been released.

"Yes!" Mastiff Lingling reluctantly said, "This time, the son has given three chapters at a time, and the content is a bit more."

"The Wenchang Pavilion replied that it involved the content of the new creation of the Dao by the young master, and the Confucian scholars were slow to transcribe it. If the new creation of the Dao is related to Confucianism, it may be faster."

"That's it..." Chen Luo recalled for a moment, and the speed of writing those chapters was indeed slower than before, "When will it be released?"

"Tomorrow is all right!" Mastiff Lingling said quickly, "Wenchang Pavilion recruited a group of Taoist disciples who are good at 'ghost painting talismans' to assist, and the speed has increased a lot."

"Five thousand taels of silver for a Taoist disciple."

Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment: "The Confucian Sect has been bleeding heavily this time."

Matiff Lingling's face is not strange: "No, you have misunderstood my son."

"It was the Taoist sect who made the offer, and five thousand taels per copy quota, which was paid to the Confucian sect."

Chen Luo: (*′□`σ)

The heart of Confucianism has never let me down!

"Wenchang Pavilion means that all the fees collected by the Confucian gatekeepers for the transcription this time will be used for the establishment of martial arts halls in various places, as well as the expenses for supporting martial arts students."

"In addition, Daomen also sent a batch of supplies to Fangcunshan." Mastiff Lingling continued, "The Taoist priest who came to deliver gifts said that he heard that Young Master likes to use boats to receive gifts."

"Just send a hundred boats first! Fifty boats will reach Fangcun Mountain in a few days, and another fifty boats will be sent to Dongcang City!"

Chen Luo: (●?w?●)?

Daomen's handwriting never disappoints me!

…

Late night.

An unknown town.

Daxuan doesn't say that there is a curfew. Some taverns and gambling stalls also operate all night, which is the most mixed place.

Suddenly, fierce shouting broke out in a pub on the street, and then I saw a filthy drunk who was picked up by two tavern guys and threw directly on the ground.

"You drunk, are you confused? Boss, when did I charge you for the wine!" A ferocious big man with a ferocious face came out of the tavern, "Want to drink my family's overlord wine, are you I found the wrong grave!"

"I don't care about you today, but if you step into my tavern again, I'll break your leg!" The villain continued to scold.

The drunk man lying on the ground was already like a mess at this time, but he still had a trace of consciousness, unable to raise his hand, and said, "Pin Dao... hiccup, I paid..."

"I paid for an orb..."

"Bah! Jewel, what jewel?" The tavern owner hurriedly looked left and right and said, "This drunk man, holding a stone, told me it was a treasure, look at him like he has a treasure. people?"

"If it's really a treasure, it might be a thief's loot."

"Tomorrow I will send it to the yamen!"

The drunk man staggered to his feet, looked at the tavern owner drunkenly, and said, "Give me... wine, and I... go!"

"Fair Deal!"

"Do you still want wine?" the tavern owner jumped and scolded, "I can still count with you what you drank before."

The drunk man refused to give up and rushed up: "That jewel... give me back, I'll go... somewhere else... buy wine..."

The drunk man's body suddenly looked like a ghost, and he rushed in front of the tavern owner in the blink of an eye, reaching out to touch the owner's body, trying to find the orb he gave. The boss raised his leg and kicked the drunk man away. Just as he was about to walk in, his feet suddenly sank. It turned out that the drunk man was hugging his thigh.

"What are you doing standing still? Let me get started!" The tavern owner couldn't pull his leg, and hurried towards the guy, "I'll keep you in vain."

When the guys heard the words, they hurriedly rushed up. At first, they just pulled, and finally they punched and kicked. Who knows that the drunk man was also persistent and let the guys greet him, but he would not let go!

The tavern owner was so troubled by this drunk man that he picked up an empty wine jar placed at the entrance of the tavern and smashed it **** the drunk man's head.

With a "Whoosh" sound, the wine jar shattered, and blood flowed out from the top of the drunkard's head. The drunken man was still holding onto the tavern owner's leg with blood all over his face.

"Boss, give him some wine and let him fool him." A guy whispered to the boss, fearing that he might cause death.

"Fart!" The boss, who was also a gangster, got angry at this time, "Playing with Lao Tzu? You were not born when Lao Tzu was arrogant!"

Speaking, the boss picked up an empty wine jar and smashed it on the drunken man's head again!

At this moment, a arrogant shout suddenly came from the sky: "Stop!"

Immediately afterwards, an electric light fell from the air and accurately hit the wine jar in the hands of the tavern owner, instantly shattering the wine jar.

A Kundao with outstanding looks descended from the sky and landed on the street.

"Walking in the air, it's a real Taoist!" Suddenly the knowledgeable drinkers blurted out.

Watching Kun Dao Zhenren walking towards him, the tavern owner hurriedly smiled and said, "Master, we're just teaching a wine mug, it's not worth your shot..."

The real Kundao ignored the tavern owner, staring at the back of the drunk who hid his face behind the tavern owner's calf, tentatively asked: "Senior brother?"

The drunk man shuddered, and quickly released the hand that was holding the tavern owner, which he had never let go of.

He lowered his head, letting the messy hair cover his face, the blood from the previous injury was like a blood-stained mask, covering his facial features.

He doesn't respond and turns away.

That Kun Dao followed behind and shouted again: "Senior Brother!"

The drunken man's footsteps are getting faster and faster, but can he be as fast as he is?

As soon as Kun Dao's figure moved, it turned into an electric light and landed in front of the drunk man.

The drunk man reacted very quickly, he turned around and wanted to escape, the Kun Dao looked sad and shouted: "Situ Zhong! Stop for me!"

"Do you want me to call Master?"

The drunk man's footsteps stopped suddenly and stopped.

Kun Dao walked in front of the drunk man step by step, she reached out and brushed the messy hair that was covering the drunk man's face, wiped off the blood stains on the drunk man's face with a handkerchief, barely able to see the appearance of a middle-aged man with a shaggy beard and a dejected .

Between those eyes, the heroic spirit of the handsome star was no longer seen.

"Senior brother, what happened?"

"How can you... look like this?"

Speaking, Kun Dao's voice became even more choked: "Go, I will take you back to the mountain!"

As Kun Dao spoke, he took the drunk man's hand, but the drunk man stood still, Kun Dao turned his head and looked at the other person in confusion.

The drunk man shook his head: "Master, you have mistaken someone."

"Situ Zhong, dead."

Kun Dao was about to speak when suddenly a low figure came from above their heads.

"My eldest disciple is dead?"

"How come I don't know?"

Kun Dao and the drunk man raised their heads abruptly, and saw a majestic, young-looking Daoist levitating in the air, looking at them.

"Master!" Kun Dao's face showed joy when he saw him, but the drunk man suddenly burst into tears and knelt heavily on the ground, leaning over to stand up.

Dao-Jun Hefa ignored the drunken man and landed directly in front of the previous tavern, walking towards the tavern owner step by step.

The owner of the tavern looked frightened and was about to pay homage, but he was gently supported by Daoist Hefa and did not let him kneel.

The Daojun's tone was soft, without a tone of blame, just asked: "My disciple, how much do I owe you for the wine?"

"No, no, I owe nothing!" The tavern owner waved his hand quickly, "It's the villain who sees that he drinks too much and has no identity, so he thinks..."

"Do you want to take down that orb?" Daojun said lightly, then stretched out his hand, "Bring it..."

The tavern owner hurriedly took out from his arms a white jade bead of snow-white texture, without a trace of mottled, the size of a thumb, and gave it to Daojun with both hands.

The Daojun took the white jade bead, looked at it, and smiled: "This orb, the name of Xuehuanzhu, is worn on the body, and it will not be invaded by cold and heat. Not to mention you, this tavern, this town, you can also buy it down."

Speaking, Daojun took out a baby's fist-sized gold from his sleeve, threw it to the other party, and said, "I have received the orb, and this gold can be used as wine money."

The tavern owner hurriedly shied away: "More, more, that eldest brother didn't drink so much. My entire tavern is not worth the money."

"Pindao knows." Daojun nodded, "If there is too much, consider it as compensation for you!"

After speaking, Daojun waved his hand, and all the drinkers in the tavern were suddenly moved out of the tavern. Then, Daojun pressed his hand down, and immediately a thunder and lightning fell from the sky and landed directly on the tavern. On top of the tavern, the tavern was smashed into ruins by lightning in an instant.

"If the compensation is not enough, go to the nearby Taoist temple and show the gold I gave you to their head temple. The drunken man kneeling on the ground.

"Situ Zhong..." Dao Jun looked at the disciple kneeling on the ground and sighed softly.

"What the hell..."

…

Sitting in the tub, Situ Zhong cleaned his body.

Master asks, why is this?

Yeah, what the hell!

The steam evaporated, blurring Situ Zhong's vision, making him seem to see his past.

Once, he was also a Taoist genius. He became a real person at the age of 20. At the age of 36, he cultivated to the peak of the fourth-grade real person. He was ranked in the top ten on the Taoist rankings with the qualifications to become a Taoist!

However, the way of the divine soul is dangerous and dangerous. He greedily made a rash move, which led to a mistake in his practice. Although he was rescued in time, the divine soul was shattered by the thunder tribulation. There is no possibility of healing, and it can only be re-bonded reluctantly, not to die.

The soul is broken, which means that the road of Daomen can no longer be walked.

So he packed his bags and took the initiative to go down the mountain.

He thought that even if he couldn't cultivate Taoism, there were always other ways to cultivate.

At that time, he didn't know that what greeted him was disappointment again and again.

It's not an easy thing to transfer to another school, especially since his soul has a problem, and he often suffers from lack of energy when studying Confucianism.

Ten years of ascetic cultivation, and now I haven't even stepped into the realm of a master.

He cut off all past contact, went into incognito, began to give up on himself, and began to paralyze himself with alcohol.

I don't know how, and I ended up in this field today.

Master, I'm very disappointed...

"Senior brother..."

A sound transmission fell into Situ Zhong's ears.

"I'm here." Situ Zhong couldn't transmit voice, he could only reply in a low voice, he knew that the other party could hear.

"Master and I were ordered by the heavenly master to go down the mountain to accumulate good fortune for the great teacher. Passing by your former residence, the master found that you were gone, so he ordered us to look for you everywhere."

"When you meet Master, admit your mistakes and go back to the mountain with us."

Listening to his sister's caring words, Situ Zhong smiled wryly.

Can I go back?

…

After taking a bath, he changed into a clean suit and followed the door of the master, knocking on the door where the master was.

"Master, senior brother is here." Kun Dao announced as soon as he entered the door.

The Daoist meditating on the futon opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Situ Zhong, and said after a while, "Did the Daomen treat you badly?"

Situ Zhong hurriedly knelt on the ground: "It's the disciple's own problem. The Taoist school has never treated me badly."

Spirit cultivation is not easy at all, so every year many disciples have no choice but to suspend their cultivation because of problems with their souls. For such disciples, the way of dealing with them is that they are willing to stay in the mountains, and they can do some chores and deal with mundane affairs. ; And those who do not want to stay, leave their address, and a pension will be issued every year, enough to live a life without worrying about food and clothing.

In addition, now there is another option, that is, to be supported by Taoism and practice martial arts. For example, half of the disciples of Wudang Mountain are all disciples of Taoism.

"Since I never treated you badly, how could you become like this?" Daojun continued.

Situ Zhong knelt on the ground, his throat rolled up and down, and after a while, he slowly said, "Disciple, I lost my heart."

"In the vast world of red dust, disciples have nowhere to go."

"No light, no way forward."

"It's been half my life now, I'm mediocre, and I have nothing in this life."

After speaking, Situ Zhong put his head on the ground and remained silent.

"Chi'er..." Dao Jun sighed, "Why didn't you write to Shan Zhong?"

"The disciple has no face, and the letter has no words!"

"Leave a cavity of resentment, say it, it is better not to say it!"

With tears in his eyes, Kun Dao looked at the figure kneeling on the ground, and said softly, "Senior brother..."

"The Confucian sect emphasizes the arts, but also the spiritual soul. Your spiritual soul is damaged, and it will not be smooth to switch to the Confucian sect." These Daoists prefer martial arts."

"Didn't you do it?"

Situ Zhong raised his head and said helplessly, "Master, this disciple is forty-six years old this year."

"On the road of cultivation, before the age of 10, it is nothing. But in the eyes of mortals, forty-six years old means that a person has passed middle age and his strength has declined."

"Martial Dao is amazing, and the human spirit doesn't need to read through talent, but for the beginning of martial arts, you must open the acupoints and open the meridians!"

"Adolescence or twenties, it may not be a problem to practice."

"But disciple..." Situ Zhong shook his head, "Without the innate purple qi to nourish the body, the meridians have already begun to shrink, and the difficulty of reopening the orifices has become several times greater."

"The disciples have also studied hard books on the red dust of the great virtuous teacher, and learned a few swordsmanship from the books!"

"However, the meridians are blocked and the orifices are blocked, so I have a heart, but I'm weak."

When the Daojun heard the words, he remained silent.

This is an objective fact.

In the past year, the Daoist disciples who were able to enter Wudang Mountain were basically under the age of 20. From the current feedback, the younger the age, the greater the potential of martial arts.

Daojun sighed, and suddenly waved his hand, and a purple qi was shot into Situ Zhong's body. Before Situ Zhong could react, the purple qi flew back into Daojun's body again.

But at this time, there was a little more smile on Daojun's face.

"Yes, the foundation of Daomen is not lost."

Situ Zhong bowed again and said, "Although the disciples cannot practice the way of the soul and cannot give birth to the innate purple qi, they will never forget the Taoist scriptures and the teacher's teachings for a day."

"Get up." Daojun gently supported Situ Zhong, looked at him, and said, "If there is still a chance to re-enter the cultivation path, can you cherish it?"

Situ Zhong was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly: "Confucianism, martial arts, disciples have tried, but with the situation of the disciples, it can't work..."

"No!" The corners of Dao Jun's mouth twitched slightly, "What if there is still a chance?"

"The world is the foundation, and the Taoist gate is for the purpose."

"Huh?" Seeing the appearance of Daojun, Situ Zhong's eyes lit up, "Master, is that true?"

"Of course it's true." Kun Dao said, "I went down the mountain with Master just for this."

Daojun also nodded his head: "The great virtuous teacher has created a new Daomen avenue in the martial arts."

"It is deduced by the seniors of the Taoist Palace that the cultivation of this Dao should be similar to the martial arts of Shaolin, with the absorption of red dust as the basis, but it is my Taoist method that operates."

"It's unclear exactly how, but what is certain is that my Daoist disciples will definitely benefit from their practice."

"That's why I'm looking for you as a teacher!"

When Situ Zhong heard the words, he froze in place. After a while, he knelt down again: "Disciple, I will not disappoint Master."

Daojun looked at the disciple he once loved the most, and sighed leisurely: "You have never let this old man down."

"Just in the future, don't let yourself down!"

"The new avenue, in the latest chapter of Wuhou's "Journey to the West", will be released tomorrow."

"I hope you get something!"

Situ Zhong suppressed the excitement in his heart and replied, "Disciple~IndoMTL.com~ I remember it."

A moment later, Situ Zhong raised his head again, Dao Jun had disappeared, and only Kun Dao remained in the room.

"Senior brother, Master arranged for me to accompany you to see what the new way can gain."

Situ Zhong nodded and looked out the window.

The night is dark, but the dawn always comes on time.

…

The red sun is rising.

The crisp singing resounded throughout Daxuan.

"La la la, la la la, I'm a little connoisseur of newspapers..."

The new chapter of "Journey to the West" is here!

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