Fantasy World Transmigration: God Daming 13

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Outside the Sanqing Hall of Taoist Temple, the sky is already faintly white, and the dim oil lamp is enshrined in front of the Sanqing Idol. There are three shabby yellow futons behind it. This is a small Taoist temple. It is deep and deep. The statues of Sanqing are standing high. There are some tables and chairs on both sides. Jiang Taichong is sitting on one of the chairs, and the **** of meditation is thinking about it.

He raised the teacup on the table. The good Longquan kiln teacup was glazed like a clam shell. "Today's hot water is slow!" Jiang Taichong thought, "I'll wait with them later." Let ’s talk a little bit more quickly, and this sect will be coming soon, ca n’t be so negligent! ”

Jiang Taichong was a little proud of the people coming to this courtyard. This was his godly move. The young apprentice of Yizhuang often came. He thought he was also a Taoist. he? Who knows? There was such a big fish behind him—Xia Maoshan, Xie Men Wai Dao, Ben Zong's confidant ... Then how arrogant was Chen Jiugong's arrogance?

Benzong had to retreat from Sanshe, I heard that he had fought a fight before.

What now? If you do n’t go to the right path, you will die if you die, and you wo n’t even keep it. Taoist ... Ha ha, the demon of Xia Maoshan, also worthy of being called Taoist? It ’s also endless to me. That day I was just idle and asked a joke. I did n’t expect that the little boy in Yizhuang could get out such important news ...

At that time, Chen Jiugong was also an outstanding person. The characters like grass and mustard could actually break out of such a large family business. When Xia Maoshan was full of prosperity, the three real people and 19 Taoists were experiencing hundreds of priests, such as fire. Oil!

Although it is defeated now! But how many families are left, who can make it clear?

Maybe ... there should be some magic tools! Counting it up, maybe even the magic weapon ... Thinking of Jiang Taichong ’s irritability and dryness, he unconsciously lifted the teacup, feeling light in his hand, before he suddenly realized: "Today ’s hot water is burning too much Slow! Wait a while, reprimand the group of fireworkers ... "

Jiang Taichong was worried that Yizhuang ’s two widows had magical tools and even magic weapons, so he sent the news up. Otherwise, the Taoist Jiang also recognized some of the three religions and nine generations of letting characters. It is not easy to die an old child, but under the Maoshan Gate, it is not that simple!

That is an ancestor-like figure of three religions and nine generations.

Otherwise, why did he give oil and water to the Taoist priests whose eyes are above the top and their noses are up to the sky?

Jiang Taichong sighed, raised his head, and counted the time, and ... one day, two days ... and five days, five days from Maoshan, this is already very fast. If it is not that there is a magic weapon between the Taoist priests as a means of communication, which saves the time from here to Maoshan, how can it be so fast? Now it is not so convenient for the court to send the residence newspaper.

In addition to the Dongxi Factory and Jinyiwei arresting people to handle cases, who dares to bother the court to enshrine the uncles of the Taoist officials? At present, the administrative ambassadors in various provinces have not fully realized the Dao-Dharma communication. In some remote provinces, there is no Dao official at the side of the governor, and they also use the post to pass the offense, writing ... The pity, the Jiangnan group of money-losing The merchants all look at the communication tools like Runes!

Jiang Taichong was counting the time here. He did n’t dare to send someone to monitor the remnants of Xiao Maoshan. With the monitoring methods of his few Taoist priests, he said that it was almost the same as reporting to the evil monk priests in Xia Maoshan ... Xia Maoshan Taoist, that's the ancestor of the next door! ,

At this time, the Taoist priests and Daotongs in Taiqing Palace ’s other courtyard have begun to gather in Sanqingdian. The other two authentic Taoist priests who are suffering can naturally come into the Sanqingdian, but those Taoist ... Have you seen Daotong whose white beard is white? Muscular, skilled martial arts, chest and arms more powerful than women, "Tao Tong", it is not uncommon.

These ‘Daotong ’s, then only kneel with a futon on the patio below the Sanqing Hall!

A muscle-knotted 'Taotong' might have been late, and then he hurriedly hurried from the corridor corridor to the Sanqing Hall. The sky was a little dim. He saw a Taoist priest in the Engineering Institute ... Daotong, Carrying the teapot, he hurriedly walked to the Sanqing Temple. The child's body was curved, and he could see that he was also a young child.

Outdoor disciple, a man who reads "Tao Tong" and writes as a soldier, a thug, and a guard. He deliberately slammed into the firework priest and bumped people into a stagger, so he smiled and wanted proudly. Looking at the embarrassed scene where the firework priest guarded the teapot, but he only saw the firework priest seemed to be embarrassed but it was very quickly attached to him, and the teapot filled with hot water was lightly carried in his hand, the other hand , Grabbed his door.

The man felt that the big, thin hand holding his door was like a cast iron, and he was imprisoned.

The big hand twisted slightly, and there was a clear click in the silent corridor —

The man ’s head twisted an angle that did not look like normal humans can do. The figure who looked like a firework priest, but with a little effort, pushed the heavy body behind a clump of weeds. .

Wang Chen also wears a wide robe that does n’t fit in the back, and has some ash on the bottom of the pot to cover it up, but compared to the masking technique of the firework priest in front, this can be said to be very Don't worry. He supported a wooden tray and blocked most of his face. Very delicate pastries were on the tray.

The cake covered with white frosting looks quite delicious.

When Wang Chen left the Fireworks Institute, he carried a knife with ease. After all, he was upright, cooking cows and slaughtering in Taoist temples. There were always a few useful butcher knives, killing cattle and sheep knives quickly, and killing people very neatly. If it is the Taoist Temple of the Quanzheng School, Wang Chen can find two kitchen knives and TOEFL! No matter what it is like now, the bull ear sharp knife is in hand, killing heart from the beginning.

The closer they are to the Sanqing Temple, the more likely they are to encounter other Taoists. Before the corner, Wang Chen wiped his nose and almost met a Taoist boy. He gave a cry and did not see clearly. Wang Chen sent the cattle ear sharp knife into his body. The knife was inserted obliquely from the diaphragm between the chest and abdomen and poured into the lungs. The Daotong was already an adult, but he was not as old as the crown. Zhang Young ’s face was a little dazed, and before he understood what was happening, blood with pink bubbles spewed out of his mouth.

Wang Chen's face was bloody.

Wang Chen twisted the handle calmly, turned a half circle, slowly pulled out the sharp knife, took out a white cotton cloth from the back of the robe, carefully cleaned his face carefully, and continued to move forward without changing his face.

With a sharp weapon in mind, kill your heart!

Wang Chen walked two steps forward, and turned to the patio. There were already Dao Tong in twos and threes, carrying futons, ready to meditate, and along the way, he could see Sanqing Zhengdian, Jiang Taoist and two others The Taoist was sitting inside. The old Taoist priest in the palace was carrying the teapot with a straight face, and walked up.

Wang Chen lowered the tray and walked forward with ease. When he reached the front of several Daotongs, his hands shook slightly, and two pieces of icing cakes fell to the ground. A low voice beside him exclaimed. , Wang Chen pretended not to see it and went on. He saw that the old Taoist priest of the palace had lifted the kettle. Someone shouted in the back: "Something fell ... The sugar cake fell on the ground!"

In the Sanqing Hall, the teacher ’s palace pulled up a hot hot teapot, and suddenly burst into the face of the three Taoists.

Wang Chen lifted the tray back, and rushed towards the Sanqing Temple with the fastest speed of his life. The screams of the Taoist priests in the Sanqing Temple in that compartment had just sounded, and the old Taoist priest in the palace has been lightning. He knocked down a person with a teapot. Wang Chen made two steps in two steps. A bull's ear sharp knife passed directly into the belly of a Taoist who barely opened his eyes. He hugged the Taoist with three knives in a barrel.

Release the already paralyzed Taoist and block his body as a shield. At the next moment, fire and violent impact came from the patio, and then there was a huge explosion, even though Wang Chen blocked a block, powerful The impact force still took him, fell to the back, and hit the pillar of the hall. The violent impact made Wang Chen's eyes dark, and the painful internal organs were not his own!