From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 412: The result is caused by the cause, and the cause is determined by people
On the afternoon of the fifth day, the setting sun was as red as blood. Just as the disciples were about to close the gate of the Jade Emperor Temple, a bus stopped in front of the temple and a tall, strong young man with a big, straight face got off.

The man, wearing a blue supporter vest, reached out to stop the disciple who was about to close the Taoist temple. After confirming the destination again and again, he said helplessly, "Is this the temporary disaster relief station of Suzhou Taoist Temple?"

"I'm the person in charge of the Yellow River and Huai River disaster area of ​​the Bluebird Rescue Team. My name is Lu Junfu... My team and I rescued two people in the lower reaches of the Huai River a few days ago. An old madman woke up and said he was a big shot from your Suzhou Taoist Temple. I couldn't persuade him, so I came to take a look..."

Deng Xinping had been following Lu Junfu. She was obviously a little angry that Lu Junfu had to go to Suzhou Daoyuan for an insane old man. She pointed her right hand back and said, "Look, that old lunatic at the car door. Do you recognize him? But I don't think he is. This guy doesn't even have enough money to buy a bowl of noodles..."

Several young Taoist disciples followed the direction of Deng Xinping's finger.

It was indeed an old man with gray hair. He was wearing cotton clothes distributed free of charge by the government to disaster victims. At this moment, he stood at the door of the car, humming a little tune and squinting his eyes, waving at the two young disciples.

"Yuhong, Yuming, you two have been slacking off in your practice."

The two Taoist disciples immediately opened their eyes wide, their bodies trembled, and they almost shed tears.
"Zhang, Dean Zhang!!"
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Wang Xin still hadn't woken up due to his serious injuries. After putting on the Taoist robe of the head of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Miaofa happily greeted Zhang Miaocheng who came after hearing the news. If it weren't for his weak breath, Zhang Miaocheng would really have thought that his senior brother just went for a walk.

Lu Junfu, Deng Xinping and other volunteers stared blankly at the sudden outflow of a large number of Taoist priests from the Jade Emperor Temple, surrounding the crazy old man, and finally accepted the reality in shock.

"Damn, is this old man really the headmaster of Longhu Mountain and the president of Suzhou Taoist Temple as he boasted?"

Deng Xinping's pretty face was filled with grief and indignation: "You shameless bastard, you even cheated me out of the money for the noodles and sausages!"

Then, the Bluebird Association supporters who were complaining in their hearts saw an old man who looked serious and had a slightly hunched back walking towards them.
"My brother was in danger these days. Thanks to the help of several kind believers, he was saved. The disaster has been brought under control. If you don't mind, you can rest in the Jade Emperor Temple for a few days. Our Suzhou Taoist Temple and Longhushan Zhengyi Sect will definitely entertain you."

Lu Junfu wanted to refuse, but was interrupted by Deng Xinping: "Okay, then I'll bother you Taoist priests."

"That's great. Yuhong, Yuming, you two should quickly take a few believers in to rest. We must treat them with the highest standards."

It was not until they entered the Jade Emperor Temple that supporters of the Blue Bird Association were certain that all this was not a dream.

Lu Junfu looked displeased and whispered to Deng Xinping: "Xinping, although the disaster is under control, we still have to go back to sort out the information, you..."

Deng Xinping was speechless: "Brother Lu, we saved the headmaster of Longhu Mountain. Longhu Mountain! This is a great honor for our ancestors! You didn't grasp the chance to become an immortal last time, but this time we have done you a favor first... If you still don't agree, at least let us get back the money that old man cheated us of these days, right?"

Knowing that Deng Xinping was making excuses, but after looking around, he found that other supporters had the same idea, so Lu Junfu had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Brother Lu is the best!"

Amid the cheers, several supporters at the back looked at Deng Xinping leaning against Lu Junfu, smiling.

Lu Junfu's family background and personality are both excellent, but he is too honest. It is a good thing to have such a thoughtful girl who cares about him...
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Seeing two disciples bringing supporters from the Blue Bird Association in, Zhang Miaocheng anxiously asked Zhang Miaofa: "Brother, where have you been for this month? I thought you collapsed with the Funiu Mountain..." It's no wonder that the previous generation of the Longhu Mountain leader passed the position of leader to Zhang Miaofa. When these two brothers stood together, they looked so different. This was even when Zhang Miaocheng's hunchback had improved thanks to the talismans given by Li Yang.

At this time, Zhang Miaofa, who was dressed in a Taoist robe and looked like an immortal, raised his hand and interrupted Zhang Miaocheng's question: "You already know what happened in Funiushan before,"

Zhang Miaocheng nodded: "Brother, you tore up the ancient book that recorded it, and we went to the museum to get a photocopy of it..."

Hearing this, Zhang Miaofa, who was standing tall, sighed deeply, and said with a look of reminiscence, "It was my fault. When I saw the record of the Stone Bull of the Patriarch, I guessed that it was Zhang Daoyuan from the treasure island who was behind this. I thought that family disgrace should not be made public, so in order to maintain the face of the Zhang family, I asked Taoist Wang Xin, who came to look for a disciple, to help investigate, until I fell into the trap."

"Originally, Taoist Wang Xin and I were doomed to die, but fortunately, the ancestor Tianshi left a glimmer of hope when he opened up the cave heaven... After being trapped in Funiushan Mountain, Taoist Wang Xin and I kept digging in the cave heaven for no apparent reason. It was originally a useless effort. Unfortunately, Zhang Daoyuan was one step behind and sent a person with no cultivation to destroy the stone cow."

"Jingming swung his sword six times, and the cave gradually collapsed with the six swords. This was a process. Cracks appeared in the cave before it completely collapsed. Taoist Wang Xin and I dug into the spiritual wall of the cave. We squeezed out of the cracks despite being seriously injured and escaped. We were swept into the Huai River..."

Zhang Miaofa did not say anything more about what happened next, and Zhang Miaocheng also guessed it.
Just as the two were sighing, the two medical staff who were carrying the still seriously injured and unconscious Wang Xin suddenly exclaimed:
"What happened? You were here just now?"

"It only took a blink of an eye. Is this a ghost?"

Zhang Miaocheng, who was hunchbacked, heard the noise and went over to the empty stretcher. He comforted the medical staff and looked up at the sky with a complicated expression.
"Life is like a mayfly, life is like a temporary stay. Although it is as small as a mustard seed, it can still climb the spring day..."

"Could it be that he has already calculated everything? That's why he has been so calm and secluded these days?"

Zhang Miaofa slowly moved over and looked at Zhang Miaocheng, who had a complicated expression, and said with a smile: "No, he can't calculate everything either. No one in this world can calculate everything."

"He is a true lord, not an immortal."

As he spoke, Zhang Miaofa also raised his head slightly in the direction of Zhang Miaocheng, stroking his beard continuously: "He may be able to calculate the effect, but he cannot calculate the cause. The effect is caused by the cause, but the cause is determined by people."

"Life is like a mayfly, able to climb the spring day..."

Zhang Miaocheng turned his head and looked at his senior brother in disbelief.

He could feel that after this great disaster, his brother had been covered with a veil that he could not see through, and all the superficial things in him had completely settled down.
Some people call this thing...artistic conception.

Zhang Miaofa seemed to have made up his mind and looked at his junior brother steadily: "Let's go. Since Zhang Daoyuan is dead, please contact Zhang Fazhen of the Tianshi Dao of Baodao. The thousand-year-old feud between the two branches of the Zhengyi Sect should have a result."

(End of this chapter)