Xiang Baiquan looked at the mountain scenery in early autumn in the distance.

He also became a landscape in the eyes of the ninth generation of Wudang Mountain disciples.

It was a burly boy with smiles and eyebrows, wearing a loose white robe that was almost shoulder-exposed, and his black hair was loose without any ties. The messy area was enough to be a bird's nest.

"Uncle Master~~~"

"It's my uncle!!"

"Where are you going to?"

A group of nine generations of disciples waved their hands and shouted, expressing their highest respect to the uncle who is always at the bottom of the Wudang Mountain.

Yes, with the uncle here, their master cannot call them "unbearable to education". This will remind their master of the junior uncle, and then they will feel that they have scolded them together, which is very bad.

Xiang Baiquan nodded with a smile. He walked on a winding mountain road, and in the distance was the Taoist palace formed by a circle of walls.

If you look down from a high place, this mountain road and the Taoist palace wrapped in the circle of walls are like a snake and a turtle.

The Tai Chi Palace worships Emperor Zhenwu.

Emperor Zhenwu, also known as Emperor Xuanwu, is the water god who combines turtles and snakes, and is also the demon-swalking Heavenly Venerable who kills demons and eliminates demons.

When Xiang Baiquan walked to the Taoist Palace, two little Taoist boys in the eaves corridor hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Uncle Master, Master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Xiang Baiquan looked up at the word "Zixiao" on the plaque of Taoist Palace, and felt a little moved. It has been seventeen years since he traveled to this world.

In his previous life, he was willing to support his family and beloved to the powerful. Although he was able to travel around the world, he would respectfully call him "Boss Xiang" wherever he went, but he became less and less aware of who he was.

Then, in one failure, a serious illness killed him directly, and the money earned by his hard work could not even be worth the price of that failure.

At the same time, his serious illness is also a bottomless pit for burning gold. He requires a lot of expenses every day, and he just delays his life...

In order not to drag down his family, he chose to pull out the power supply of the ventilator. When it was late that night, he climbed to the window with all his strength, pulled open the thick curtain, stood up tremblingly, and looked at the world in the night wind outside the window.

I just thought in my heart that living in this life is also lively and busy, as if it were real, but what did you get? If there is a next life, you must put aside the bonds that are full of fame, wealth and money, and be free and easy, so that you will not be a waste of life.

He looked at the silent night, the colorful world, and closed his eyes like dust.

Xiang Baiquan also closed his eyes, and the word Zixiao was still hanging above his head.

And the autumn rain fell,

The rain curtain seems to have to thank the remaining prosperity of the world, and tore down every flower and leaf that is still stubborn on the branches.

The solemn west wind whistled, and the mountain was filled with dead leaves.

In Zixiao Palace, the old Taoist Baimei had been waiting for him, and the master and apprentice had nothing to say. The old Taoist pointed to the two trays on the table.

There is a sword in the left plate, and there is a Zhang Fu in the right plate.

The old Taoist looked like he was always gangsters and never woke up. According to him, this was the form of "the beginning of the great way, the yin and yang were not opened, and the chaos was chaotic". When he saw Xiang Baiquan, he was still long-winded. He interrupted simply and clearly, and then said, "Go."

Xiang Baiquan had known the process, so he grabbed the sword, put the talisman in his arms, saluted respectfully and turned around.

The process has long been very familiar with it, and the seniors have also given more suggestions to let him understand that this is a ceremony that has existed since the Tai Chi Palace was established, and only the head disciples need to do it.

He is the old Taoist's closed disciple, so this is inevitable.

The senior brothers and sisters also reminded him that "using talismans can not only major in talismans, but also multiple helpers. Using swords requires going out for experience, and it is not beneficial to kill them."

Yes.

This ceremony is called - Contemplation of the Heart.

There will be a monster in the back mountain that was prepared by the head of the sect. The monster has reached the transformation stage but is detained in the "Demon Locking Tower".

And every personal disciple will go to the back mountain three years after entering the palace and see the monster.

Then, you can use a sword to cut the monster, or use a talisman to collect the monster.

There is no taboo on Wudang Mountain. Even the Emperor Zhenwu has subdued the two demons of water and fire and turned into two generals of turtle and snake, let alone them?

This is a test of mind.

On the mountain road, a young man in a white Taoist robe held a black umbrella and walked through the undulating mountain road. The mountain road gradually narrowed, like a sheep's intestine. He stopped in front of the stone tablet with the words "Back Mountain".

Further forward is the Prince Cave of the Qing Dynasty. It is said that Emperor Zhenwu once removed from his identity as a prince in the secular world and practiced Taoism here.

But the place where Xiang Baiquan was going was the mountain peak north of the stone tablet. He walked sideways onto the disrepaired path and began to climb the mountain.

There are four levels of towers on the top of the mountain, namely the Demon Locking Tower. Apart from the dull and dull talismans attached to the eaves of the tower, there is nothing special.

The Taoist priest who guarded the tower recognized the closed disciple of the sect and hurriedly gave in.

At this time, in the cage outside the first floor of the Demon Locking Tower.

A pretty charming woman was sitting, with her hands and legs locked in shackles, and the talismans on the shackles completely suppressed her demonic power.

The charming woman heard the footsteps and knew who the person was. She also knew that today was the day to judge her destiny. Buddhism said, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha." Taoist sects are even more demons that can coexist, just wash away the sins of the past.

The charming woman hurriedly got up, knelt down respectfully, showing a pitiful and unbearable look. When a figure stood in front of the cage, she raised her eyes and looked carefully.

It was a white-robed Taoist priest with a smile and looked easy to get along with. The Taoist robe with a larger number of people. The casual black invention will give people a sense of sloppy, but perhaps because of his youth, it gives people a sense of freedom.

The charming woman bowed and said, "The little demon has admitted his mistake. Please ask the immortal to take me out... The little demon will do his best to clear his past sins."

"Niu'er, look up."

A soft voice rang.

The charming woman had already brewed her emotions, and the tears in her eyes fell down when she looked up, just like spring apricots and pear blossoms were raining, looking at Xiang Baiquan pitifully.

But she suddenly realized that it was a little strange because the little Taoist priest's eyes were a little... too lustful.

She was delighted and straightened her chest.

However...

"Isn't it the type I like?" Xiang Baiquan glanced, glanced at him with contempt, and said with a smile, "It's too small."

Then, he didn't continue saying anything, and drew his sword and used his power to cut it down.

The charming woman was still in shock when she saw a cold light flashing by and her head was cut off.

The head fell to the ground and turned into a hideous dragon head. The graceful body also expanded because it lost the support of the transformation power, and turned back into a broken dragon body more than ten meters long, presenting it across the cold and hard ground.

The blood of the dragon scattered all over the ground, very dazzling.

This scene also caused the senior brothers and sisters who were observing through "displaying the sameness" to explode.

"Young brother actually said it's too small? This perspective is really my blind spot..."

"I'm afraid I don't know if there is a perfect match? That's right, my junior brother's Taoism is superficial, so it's normal not to know how to show the perfect match."

"I always thought that my junior brother was hiding his weakness. Today I was like waking up from a dream. My junior brother was really clumsy."

"My junior brother is really stupid... I don't want to subdue a dragon demon for free. According to his own cultivation, it's hard to go down the mountain now? If you have the help of the dragon demon, it would be much better."

"Hey... my junior brother is not young anymore, and he doesn't consider his future. If he doesn't go out and go out, who will support him?"

"I'll raise him." A beautiful senior sister with a tear mole under her eyes continued very seriously.

The senior brothers and sisters looked at each other, then their eyes were lowered to the senior sister's chest and swept them, making a smile of unknown significance.

The senior sister also looked down and was very sad. She silently took out a stack of talismans from her arms...

"Senior Sister Yu, please be calm..."

"You are a practitioner of Taoism, and you must be quiet and inactive..."

When Jiaomei Senior Sister heard the four words "Quiet and Inaction", she thought it made sense, so she pulled back a picture from the stack of talismans.

But when I thought about it, I tilted my head and said, "Master said, those who practice Taoism should follow their hearts."

After saying that, she drew a few more chapters of talismans from her arms, and then attacked everyone from her fellow disciples.

The picture was a little messy for a moment.

......

In the Demon Locking Tower, Xiang Baiquan looked at the dragon that had turned into its original form.

What flashed through my mind was the information he collected these days.

This dragon is a disaster to Qiantang area, and often swept away fishermen by the river when the tide is at the end of summer and early autumn.

And these fishermen will turn into water and can only lurk between the waves forever, pushing the white waves day and night without stopping...

Unless this water fellow can find the scapegoat, he can be liberated and go to reincarnation.

The transformed dragon captured by the master was the most evil demon in the Qiantang River flood. I don’t know how many innocent people they killed.

If you don’t know whether you have good or evil, how can you be free and free?

So, how could he spare?

"I, Xiang Baiquan, have never been a person who would compromise himself in order to get benefits."

Xiang Baiquan didn't regret it, put away his sword, turned around and left the Demon Locking Tower, and said lightly in his heart: "System, sign in for me!!!"
Chapter completed!