Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live while preaching to animals

Judge Wen was stunned when he heard this, and he was extremely aggrieved.

The old man of Chenghuang didn't have time to care about him, and secretly thought to himself.

Judge Wen has a good point.

He gave Nana the privilege, and it was really possible to attract the attention of others.

Everyone is working all night, why do you rest on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and fish at Friday

? Could it be that she is the person of the Lord Chenghuang?

This is so eye-catching!The

old man sighed and said

, "Forget it, let her rest in the West Wing as usual, but other privileges must be canceled."

"Just like the rest of the shadows, let's go down and arrange it." As he

spoke, he looked at the judge who was choked by himself, with an aggrieved little expression.

waved his hand helplessly: "Count your suggestions as meritorious, go and get a Juyin Pearl."

"Okay!

Judge Wen's face was overjoyed, and he stepped back respectfully.

Back to the main house.

The old man held the door, looked left and right, and closed the door when he saw that there was no one around.

With a wave of his big hand, a pitch-black formation appeared on the ground of the main house, exuding a mysterious aura.

If Cheng Fan was present, he would definitely see Hunting Xinxi, and he couldn't help but study it.

The next moment, the inky light formed a light curtain, completely sealing off the main house.

After doing all this, he took out a simple bronze mirror from his sleeve.

Place it upright in front of your desk and stand respectfully.

A bolt of mana was pointed, and the mirror rippled.

After a few moments, the ripples gradually spread, as if they were boiling.

But soon, the mirror returned to calm, and inside it showed a face that was not angry and arrogant.

The old man of the city god said respectfully: "Lord Yanjun. "

Well, what did Dao Xuan say?" Yan

Jun looked directly at the City God and said in a flat tone.

"Dao Xuan Zhenren said, you do this naturally and your reason. "

He told me not to worry and to do what you tell me to do.

The old man smiled bitterly and said

, "My lord, wouldn't it be good for us to do this?"

Yan Jun shook his head and sighed,

"You just have to do what I say." "

Anyway, you have already revealed the matter of black impermanence to him, and when I release the news later, you will say that the news leaked from him.

So, in order to prove his innocence, he had to admit the child into the audience.

Yan Jun looked at the old city god and said in a deep voice

, "This is also for the inheritance of black impermanence, we have lost white impermanence, and we can't lose black impermanence anymore."

Hearing

this, the old city god's face turned pale.

"Just now, Dao Xuan Zhenren has already made an oath to the statues of the ancestors of the Three Qing Dao Ancestors, and he will keep his mouth shut about everything tonight, otherwise..."

"

How is this good..."Yan

Jun's face was slightly gloomy, and he felt very troubled.

Could this Dao Xuan see through his thoughts?

Also, it is not good to arrange it, it must be arranged under the hands of Hengcheng Chenghuang.

With Daoxuan's intelligence, it would be strange not to be seen through.

However, he did this as if he didn't want to wade into this troubled water.

Could it be that the inheritor of the white impermanence was really not in his hands

? Or did he make a mistake

? He would rather sit idly by than get involved in more cause and effect?

Yan Jun felt uncertain and fell into deep thought.

At this time, the old man of Chenghuang whispered

, "Lord Yanjun, Dao Xuan has another word, let me bring it to you."

"Oh?

He said that he went to Xudu in a hurry last time, and he didn't have time to visit, and he will definitely make up for it next time he has the opportunity.

Hearing this, Yan Jun was stunned for a moment.

Didn't you pay a visit to Xudu last time? Is there such a thing

? Wait!

Doesn't this mean:

Dao Xuan will take the time to visit Xudu, specifically to pay a visit to himself?

A

smile appeared on the corner of Yan Jun's mouth.

And sure enough, he saw it.

And there must be a clue to the white impermanence in his hand.

Is this going to be a face-to-face negotiation with oneself?

Anyway, it's not convenient for this matter to go through the hands of other people.

"Okay, I got it.

Yan Jun's face returned to calm, and his tone was flat.

"Ahh

You don't have to meddle in the rest of the matter, just do your part. "

Yes, Lord Yan.

"Remember, don't tell the story of tonight.

"Don't worry, your subordinates will be tight-lipped.

As soon as the words fell, the mirror rippled and returned to its original appearance.

Put away the ancient mirror, and the old man sat back in his Taishi chair, his expression uncertain.

Reach out and lift a black cloth from under the table.

Under the black cloth is a wooden box, revealing a little fairy spirit.

This is a treasure sent by the people of the upper realm.

Let him help find the clues of Bai Wuchang, and after finding it, there is another thanks.

Heh~

Black and white impermanence, Yan Jun, Dao Xuan, and... The big man of the upper realm.

Which side should this god stand on?

......

On the outskirts of Hengcheng, on the way to Wuzhen Mountain.

A drooping, sensitive, skinny old man walked slowly, as if the wind would fall.

But he took it one step at a time, and he was unusually steady.

Behind her fell a little girl, whose eyes were big and round, bright and bright, like stars in the night sky.

This place is deserted, and the old and the young walk slowly like this.

Snow covered their bodies, and the cold wind blew the lichens fiercely.

The old man's beard was frozen, but his face was full of ancient wells.

The little girl was wrapped in thick animal wool, and there was a torn and old robe outside.

Her little face flushed, as if she didn't feel the chill at all.

The little girl suddenly tugged at the old man's sleeve.

"Master, Qingqing is hungry.

As he spoke, his little stomach let out a hungry belly sound.

"Hmm—"

The old man nodded, a smile in his eyes.

"Chicken noodle soup, right?"

The

old man waved his hand, and the surrounding environment changed greatly.

Immediately, he came from the snowy wilderness to a wooden house with a strong charcoal fire.

The interior of the house is very simple.

A square table, a large piece of rice paper, and a picture of a hen pecking rice.

There was also a hot pot next to it, and in it was boiling boiling water.

"Down, down!"

cried the little girl cheerfully.

The frost on the old man's face did not diminish in the slightest, and the snow did not melt.

He smiled, walked over to the rice paper, picked it up and folded it in half.

With a stroke of his hand, his fingers cut the rice paper into thin strips like a steel knife.

As soon as he raised his hand, the mural flew over.

Reaching into the painting, he caught an old hen jumping around.

"Cluck!" the

little girl learned to crow, her eyes full of excitement.

The old man smiled, and suddenly his breath was not smooth, and he coughed violently.

The whole wooden house shook in an instant!