In the largest extraordinary temple in Kyoto.
The abbot Mogi Aoki sat down on the ground with a face full of pain and unable to speak.
Many monks were shocked, frightened or angry.
And the head pickled by the old master just stared straight ahead, not showing the original high-spirited appearance at all. People who were not familiar with it could not even recognize whose head it was. After several breaths, a woman in a kimono screamed and exclaimed, accompanied by the whistling sound of weapons, and the monks went forward one by one.
The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
Mogi Aoki raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Stop."
His face was distorted, but he managed to calm down. He slowly raised his head and said, "It is possible that my son did something wrong in this matter."
"It has been more than two years since he left the temple to travel and practice the way of cultivation."
"What happened needs further verification, but at least, at least today is the Obon Festival, Buddhism is vast, and there are many distinguished guests today. We cannot see blood on this day."
This is exactly the same as what the old Tianshi Zhang Ruosu speculated about the reaction of the Sakurajima monk.
I can bear it like this.
Wei Yuan remained calm and poured himself another glass of wine.
Mogi Aoki picked up Mogi Yoshiyuki's head, tremblingly put it in the box, and returned to the inner room. This look of unwillingness to fight on this special day and enduring humiliation for the sake of everyone made Wei Yuan feel that he was the villain.
In this regard, they are really experts.
Wei Yuan drank slowly.
The other monks and Yin-Yang masters around them obviously had no good attitude towards these two Taoists who were obviously here to provoke them. They kept looking at the two of them. Finally, one Yin-Yang master snorted coldly, slammed his wine glass on the table, and said, "You two are from the Taoist sect of Shenzhou."
"I think you have unique skills."
"Since you are here today, how can you not show off your skills?"
"I have long wanted to try whether your Taoist sect is more powerful or my Yin-Yang skills are better."
As soon as these words were spoken, the monks around them were immediately excited. Those young people were full of blood, and some people with profound Taoism also wanted to take this opportunity to connect with the Maomu family. Besides, there were only two young Taoists, how much Taoism could they have?
Since Wei Yuan came today, he didn't plan to throw his head and leave.
Maomu Qingyan hid in the inner room and didn't come out again. It was obvious that he planned to just watch the development of the situation.
Wei Yuan didn't care and was about to take action.
The young Taoist priest Ah Xuan stood up first.
He turned his head and whispered: "Wei Hall..., Master Wei, even if you are going to challenge the hall, there is no reason to let the main force go first. Let Xiaodao come in the first game. Besides, in the previous incident, my senior brother complained that I couldn't help. This time I must make a move."
Wei Yuan asked: "Are you sure?"
A Xuan made a quick calculation, and his heart was a little nervous. He whispered:
"Many people here seem to have the same magic power as Xiaodao."
Looking around, he thought of what his senior brother said on the phone, and he had already made arrangements, so he felt confident again, straightened his chest, and said confidently: "But, Master Wei, don't worry, Xiaodao is also a little sure."
Wei Yuan saw that Ah Xuan seemed very confident, so he nodded and let him make a move.
Ah Xuan walked out, performed a small door etiquette, and said:
"Little Taoist Zhang Ruoxuan."
The Yin-Yang master was already in his thirties. He also stood up, just nodded, announced his name, and then holding the talisman, jumped to the training ground next to the monastery, with a nimble posture. Ah Xuan walked over honestly, confessing his sins as he walked, with an apologetic face.
Wei Yuan looked at it and was relieved about the result of the fight.
Just as Ah Xuan said, he and the Yin-Yang master were about the same in magic power.
However, Shenzhou values Taoism more.
The two came to the stage, and Wei Yuan took out his mobile phone casually, thought about it, and decided to send a message to Zhang Ruosu. Just after sending it, Zhang Ruosu had not had time to come back, and heard a scream. He looked up and saw the Yin-Yang master performing Yin-Yang magic and summoning Shikigami to attack Ah Xuan.
The boy just took a step forward and easily dodged it as if he had predicted it.
That spell was like a tiger, tearing at the boy's neck.
But he stretched out his hand and pinched the soft flesh three inches behind his neck, and then shook it, and the powerful Yin-Yang magic just now was directly dispersed, changing into Yin-Yang Qi, and still entangled on Ah Xuan's fingers. Wei Yuan shook his head. Although the magic power was the same, the difference in the application of Taoism was too great.
Junior master uncle of Longhu Mountain.
Raised by the contemporary Tianshi.
If this Taoism can't do what it is now, Wei Yuan will doubt what Zhang Ruosu taught.
Next, Ah Xuan won three games in a row. In the first game, the Yin-Yang magic of the Yin-Yang master was directly broken by him, and he ended up in a mess. The second game was a muscular monk holding a spear. The boy wrapped a whisk around the spear blade, and just swept it, and the spear went through the wall directly, and it was unknown where it flew.
But Ah Xuan was still apologetic, and the monk had to go down the mountain angrily to find his own spear.
The third one was a shrine maiden.
Unfortunately, the gods and spirits of Longhu Mountain were just some similar means to the spirits of the horse-riding immortals in his eyes. Zen Buddhism had a ban that prohibited the display of supernatural powers in front of ordinary people, and Longhu Mountain also had a ban that the righteous gods did not take the body, and the body that took the body was not the righteous god.
Even the spirits of the horse-riding immortals were regarded as evil ways by the talisman sect.
Not to mention one of the eight million gods.
Ah Xuan was almost like a cat seeing a mouse, and he almost took out the talisman to capture the god.
Then he sealed it directly in the wine jar.
This trick of the Longhu Sect made the shrine servants feel cold in their backs, and they refused to go up. Even if the little Taoist priest bowed and apologized at the end, and sincerely handed over the talisman that sealed the spirit's soul, they were so scared that their faces turned pale and they couldn't speak.
Finally, everyone saw that this young Taoist priest had great skills, and no one wanted to have trouble with him. Those who thought they had great skills were all in their forties or fifties, and were unwilling to argue with this young Taoist priest who was only thirteen or fourteen years old. Finally, Ah Xuan took a deep breath, looked around, and said politely:
"Is there any Yin-Yang master from the Kamo family?"
When the voice came out, everyone looked to one side in astonishment. There were many Yin-Yang masters sitting there, and they were not talking to other people. Abe Haruaki had studied at the Kamo family, which showed that this lineage had profound attainments in Yin-Yang magic. Today, there was a great Yin-Yang master who was 130 years old, the contemporary Yin-Yang master god, Kamo Xingluo, present.
He Mao Xing Luo opened his eyes and said calmly:
"Young Taoist priest, do you want to try with my lineage?"
A Xuan shook his head. He could feel the fear of the old Yin-Yang master opposite. It was the turn of the Wei Pavilion Master to challenge the pavilion. He could help to remove some obstacles, but the main thing was not to provoke the Wei Pavilion Master. He always felt that the stronger the opponent, the more trouble the Wei Pavilion Master could make.
Therefore, if the strongest was eliminated in advance, the upper limit of the Wei Pavilion Master's troublemaking would be suppressed.
The young Taoist priest's eyes were bright, as if he saw the peaceful daily life.
Besides, how old is his senior brother?
A few young people might not know that the senior brother had greeted them, so they said politely:
"The little Taoist priest wants to try his hand with you."
The person opposite was a great Yin-Yang master with profound cultivation. Ah Xuan had no intention of fighting hard. He raised his hand and made the Five Thunder Method posture that his senior brother told him, and then changed it to the finger of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, which was passed down by the Heavenly Master alone.
Hemo Xingluo originally planned to send a disciple up.
Seeing the posture of the young Taoist priest.
His expression slowly solidified.
.........
Hemo Xingluo still remembered things from his youth.
He had eaten mermaid meat and had lived for more than 130 years. There were too many things buried in his memory. Until now, those predecessors did not know that he was called the Great Yin-Yang Master, or the God of Yin-Yang Master, and was a great talent not inferior to Abe Haruaki.
But the most talented person in the Kamo family was not him.
His brother was the real genius who was expected to surpass Abe in the entire Kamo family.
He once went to the battlefield for training.
And came back alive.
After experiencing the cruel battlefield, his understanding of Yin-Yang magic was constantly improving, and he soon surpassed the head of the family. There were not many people in the entire Kamo family who could surpass him. Everything went smoothly, just as everyone expected.
Then, when this great talent was in his twenties, a young Taoist priest about seventeen years old came to challenge him. With one man and one sword, he cut through the entire school of Yin-Yang masters. That day, the Taoist priest with sleepy eyes beheaded the head of the Kamo family. The Taoist robe made of blue-gray cloth and the iron sword with bandages wrapped around the hilt were a living nightmare.
Even the rain could not wash away the blood.
Hundreds of Yin-Yang masters did not dare to move rashly.
Let him walk out.
At that time, Kamo Xingluo, who was only six years old, had cold hands and feet. Seeing his brother, who was said to be as talented as Abe Haruaki, being beheaded, he was extremely angry and stopped the Taoist priest, but the latter did not attack him.
He Mao Xingluo said angrily:
"Who are you?!"
"I? Dragon and Tiger."
"The Dragon and Tiger that dominate the world!"
He Mao Xingluo murmured: "We, we have never heard of it."
The young Taoist priest with a carefree demeanor put the sword on his shoulder, put his hands on the sword, and smiled:
"Now, you have heard of it."
"What?"
Raised his hand, pointed and slashed, the sword energy was crisscrossed, slashing directly from the torii to the backyard, with a continuous sound of "Cala Lala", slashing He Maozong directly in half, the sword energy slashed directly from He Mao Xingluo's eyebrows, soft like the wind, He Mao Xingluo took two steps back, and then sat directly on the ground, unable to speak for a long time.
The young Taoist priest retracted his sword finger, and his tone was light:
"The He Mao family has made great contributions to suppressing yin and yang, and it has not changed for a thousand years."
"Leave your Taoist tradition."
"Take care of yourself."
Walk away with a wave of his sleeves.
That scene turned into He Mao Xingluo's nightmare, and it has not dissipated even after a hundred years.
He Mao Xingluo took a deep breath and looked at the young Taoist who was about to perform the Divine Thunder Method. It was almost like the revival of a nightmare. When he was drawing the talisman and setting up the formation, his palm, which was as stable as iron, trembled slightly. He said: "You... are you from Longhu Mountain?"
Ah Xuan nodded and said, "Yes."
He Mao Xingluo was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "This time, my He Mao family will not participate in this matter."
The Yin-Yang masters around were stunned, and He Mao Xingluo looked at Ah Xuan and said:
"What is the relationship between the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain and the young Taoist priest?"
Ah Xuan replied: "Is it my senior brother."
"Really..."
He Mao Xingluo whispered and closed his eyes.
That was not the last time he saw the young Taoist.
Later... Later, I heard that the young Taoist went all the way and killed all the way.
Under the long sword, heads rolled.
It seems that all the people he killed were sent to the Yasukuni Shrine.
Until the end, the young Taoist directly rushed into the largest shrine in Sakurajima with a sword, and took the imperial wine offered in front of Amaterasu and drank it.
The tide rose at that time.
The young Taoist laughed and killed his way out of the siege.
Blood all over his body, drinking wine with his neck tilted back.
Flying across the East China Sea with a sword.
He whistled with a sword and sang with a sword.
That poem could be sung by all the monks in Sakurajima at that time, but now not many people know it. Hemo Xingluo fell into silence and memories, and couldn't help whispering:
The Zhao guest has a Hu tassel, and the Wu hook is bright in frost and snow.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, which is as swift as a meteor.
Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles.
After the work is done, he will leave, hiding his body and name.
I wonder how the 'old friend' is doing…
I think he is still the same as he was back then, unrestrained and uninhibited, making people hate him deeply, but also admire him.
.........
"Uncle Master, why are you drinking again?!"
On Mount Longhu, a white-haired Taoist priest was exposed.
He sat on the bench honestly.
The Taoist priest, who was more than fifty years younger than him but looked about the same age as him, or even older than him, with age spots all over his face, pointed at his nose and cursed: "You old, you are a 140-year-old man with high blood pressure and high blood lipids, and you still drink. Do you still want to have high blood sugar?!"
The old Taoist priest looked at his nose with his eyes and looked at his heart with his nose: "No."
"I don't eat candy."
The old Taoist priest named Shou Ke was stunned: "Don't eat?"
The old Taoist priest answered honestly:
"When I was young, I ate sugar. Too much, eating now, my teeth hurt."
Shou Ke said: "When you were young?"
Zhang Ruosu thought for a while and said: "Right, when I was about your age."
"? ? !"
Zhang Shou Ke was furious, snatched the wine hidden by Zhang Ruosu, opened the old Taoist's quilt to find two bottles of beer, and took out half a bottle of white wine from under the bed, and said viciously: "I will tell my disciples later to deduct four months of your monthly income, and I will let you drink!"
Wait until his own nephew left angrily.
Zhang Ruosu was silent.
Then he showed a smug smile.
Eyes look at the nose, nose looks at the heart.
Holding the teacup, he drank a sip of "tea".
Humph, you are still young to play tricks with the old Taoist.
Zhang Ruosu happily drank Tianshi Happy Tea, then turned on his phone, ready for a thrilling battle, and then saw a new message, not from Ah Xuan, but from a man with a pottery jar as his avatar.
Zhang Ruosu's right eyelid twitched.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I want to set off some fireworks."
"It might make a little noise."