Outside the Three Pure Hall of the Taoist temple, the sky was already faintly turning white. A dim oil lamp was placed in front of the statues of the Three Pure Ones, and behind it were three shabby yellow prayer mats. The Three Pure Hall was not big, because the Shangqing Palace on Phoenix Mountain was originally a small Taoist temple. It was about ten feet long, and the statues of the Three Pure Ones were high up. There were some tables and chairs on both sides of the hall. Jiang Taichong sat on one of the chairs, thinking about something.
He tiptoed to pick up the teacup on the table. It was a high-quality Longquan Kiln teacup that glowed like a clam shell. "The hot water is slow today!" Jiang Taichong thought. "I'll have to tell them later to be quick and diligent. Our sect will send people soon, so they can't be so slow!"
Thinking of the people from our sect, Jiang Taichong felt a little proud. This was a stroke of genius. That young disciple of the morgue often came, so he thought he was also a Daoist. Who in the entire morgue looked at him in the eye? Who knew? There was actually such a big fish behind him — Mao Mountain, heretical sects, a hidden danger to our sect … How arrogant was Chen Jiugong when he was here?
Our sect had to retreat, and I heard that they even fought before.
But now? If they did not join the orthodox sects, their souls would disappear, and they would not even be able to keep their orthodoxy. Daoist … Haha, how could a demon from Mao Mountain be worthy of being called a Daoist? The heavens did not give up on me. That day, I just had nothing to do, so I asked jokingly. I didn't expect that the little bastard from the morgue would be able to get such important information … The remnants of Mao Mountain!
Back then, Chen Jiugong was also considered an outstanding person, a commonplace person, but he was able to create such a large family business. When Mao Mountain was at its peak, there were three Perfected Masters, nineteen Daoists, and hundreds of Daoist priests. It was like adding oil to a raging fire!
Although it had declined now! But who could say for sure how much wealth they had left?
Perhaps … there would be some magic artifacts! Thinking about it, there might even be magic artifacts … Thinking of this, Jiang Taichong could not help but feel hot all over and his mouth dry. He subconsciously lifted the teacup and felt the weight in his hand lighten. Only then did he realize, "The hot water is too slow today! In a while, I'll have to properly reprimand those workers … "
It was precisely because Jiang Taichong was worried that the two orphans in the morgue had magic tools, or even magic treasures, that he sent the news up. Otherwise, he, Daoist Jiang, also knew people from all walks of life. It was easy to sneak up to an old man and a child in the middle of the night and kill them, but it was not so easy to become a disciple of Mao Mountain!
He was like an ancestor to all sorts of people.
Otherwise, why would he bother to give the oil to those arrogant Taoist priests of his sect?
Jiang Taichong sighed and raised his head. Counting the time, there was still … one day, two days … five days left. Five days to rush here from Mount Mao was already an extremely fast speed. If it weren't for the fact that the Taoist priests had talismans as a means of communication, which saved them the time needed to travel from here to Mao Mountain, how could they have arrived so quickly? It wasn't even that convenient for the imperial court to send the court bulletins.
Other than the East and West Factories and the Brocade Guard, who dared to trouble the Daoist priests of the imperial court? Currently, the administrative envoys of the various provinces had not completely implemented Daoist communication. In some remote provinces, there were no Daoist priests by the side of the provincial governors, and they still had to use courier stations to deliver memorials and documents … The heavens had taken pity on them. Even the merchants of Jiangnan had a communication talisman like the Divine Talisman!
Jiang Taichong counted the time here. He didn't dare to send people to spy on the remnants of Little Mao Mountain. Based on the surveillance methods of the Taoist priests under him, it was more accurate to say that they were tipping off the evil Taoist priests of Lower Mao Mountain … The Taoist priests of Lower Mao Mountain were the ancestors of the unorthodox sects! ,
At this time, the Taoist priests and Taoist children of the Tai Qing Palace's side courtyard had begun to gather in the Three Pure Temple. The other two authentic Taoist priests who had received the scripture could naturally enter the Three Pure Temple, but those Taoist children … Have you seen the Taoist children whose beards were all white? A Daoist child with well-developed muscles and skilled martial arts, whose chest and arms were even more magnificent than a woman's were not rare either.
These 'Taoist children' could only kneel on the patio under the Three Pristine Temple with a meditation cushion!
A muscular Taoist child might have woken up late, but he hurriedly rushed to the Three Pure Temple from the winding corridor. The sky was a little dark, and he saw a Taoist priest … Taoist child of the Pyrotechnics Institute, carrying a teapot, hurriedly walking towards the Three Pure Temple. The Taoist child had a hunched back, and it could be seen that he was also not young.
The outer court disciple, who was called 'Taoist child' and written as' Taoist soldier ',' thug ', and' guard ', intentionally bumped into the Taoist fireman, causing him to stagger. Only then did he chuckle and proudly wanted to see the embarrassing scene of the Taoist fireman protecting the teapot. However, he only saw that the Taoist fireman seemed to be in a sorry state, but in actuality, he quickly stuck to his side. The teapot that was filled with hot water was lightly held in one hand, and the other hand grabbed his face.
The man felt that the big, skinny hand that grabbed his face was like a cast of iron, forcefully squeezing him.
The big hand twisted slightly, and a clear crack sounded in the silent corridor —
The man's head twisted at an angle that was not possible for a normal human being. The figure that looked like the Taoist fireman, with just a little force, pushed the heavy body behind a clump of weeds.
Wang Chen was a little further behind. He was also wearing a loose Taoist robe that did not fit him, and his face was covered with some pot ash. But compared with the disguise of the Taoist fireman in front of him, he was very careless. He was holding a wooden tray, covering most of his face, on which there were very delicate pastries.
The pastries wrapped in white icing looked quite delicious.
When Wang Chen left the Pyrotechnics Institute, he took a knife with him. After all, he was a member of the Righteous Sect. When cooking cattle and slaughtering sheep in a Taoist temple, there were always a few good butcher knives. The knives for slaughtering cattle and sheep were fast, and they were also very neat. If it were a Taoist temple of the Quanzhen Sect, Wang Chen would be lucky to find two kitchen knives! But now, with the ox-eared knife in hand, the killing intent was aroused.
The closer they were to the Three Pristines Temple, the more likely it was that they would encounter other Taoist priests. Before turning a corner, Wang Chen rubbed his nose and almost bumped into a Taoist boy. He let out an "ah", but before he could see clearly, Wang Chen had sent the ox-eared knife into his body. The knife was inserted obliquely from the diaphragm between his chest and abdomen, and then poured into his lungs. The Taoist boy was an adult, but he was only a few years old. His young face was a little blank, and before he understood what had happened, blood with pink bubbles sprayed from his mouth.
The blood made Wang Chen's face smell of blood.
Wang Chen calmly twisted the knife handle, turned it half a circle, and slowly pulled out the sharp knife. He took out a white cotton cloth from the back of his Taoist robe, carefully wiped his face clean, and continued to move forward without changing his expression.
With a sharp weapon in one's chest, the killing intent was aroused!
Wang Chen took two steps forward and turned to the patio. There were already Taoist children sitting on the patio in twos and threes with rush cushions, ready to meditate. Looking down, Wang Chen saw the main hall of the Three Pure Lineages. Taoist Jiang and two other Taoists were sitting inside. The old Taoist Shigong was carrying a teapot with a dull look on his face and walking upstairs.
Wang Chen lowered the tray and walked forward with a relaxed expression. When he came to the Taoist boys, his hand trembled slightly, and two pieces of frosted pastries fell to the ground. The Taoist next to him exclaimed in a low voice. Wang Chen pretended not to see it and continued to walk up. He saw Old Taoist Shigong had already lifted the teapot, and someone behind him shouted, "Something fell … Sugar cakes fell to the ground!"
In the Three Pristines Temple, Shigong drew the boiling hot teapot and suddenly splashed it on the faces of the three Taoist priests.
Wang Chen lifted the tray behind him and rushed to the Three Pristines Temple at the fastest speed he had ever run in his life. In the Three Pristines Temple, Taoist Jiang's scream had just sounded, and Old Taoist Shigong had already hit one person with the teapot at lightning speed. Wang Chen took two steps at a time, and a ox-eared knife directly pierced the stomach of a Taoist priest who was barely able to open his eyes. He held the Taoist priest and stabbed him three times.
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