Mr. Jiu

He was looking at this Xiangding, which was as tall as a person, with his eyes like torches, and there were indescribable things in his eyes.

Worshiping the mountain is first offering incense, then praying, and then giving charity, donating incense and fire money to Qingyun Temple, disciples carry out the merit box, and everyone takes turns to go forward, and ordinary people who have no money to give alms just need to stroke the box with their palms to show I have donated my love.

That person's clothes are no different from those of ordinary people, but Wu Guanzhu and Wenbo Daoist can feel the aura in him that is different from ordinary people. This person came here with a purpose!

Sure enough, he stepped forward, and he came directly to the front of the tripod among the crowd. Ordinary people can't affect him at all, and his body skills are first-rate.

He stood in front of the tripod, his palms slowly extended towards the body of the tripod, his body trembling slightly, as if he was agitated and a little uncontrollable.

"Brother, this tripod?"

Taoist Wen Bo asked softly, since he worshiped Qingyun Temple when he was young, this tripod has been used as a tripod for worshiping mountains on this Qingyun Mountain, there is nothing unusual about it, someone weeps softly over the tripod today, which made him very suspicious.

"Let's see what he wants to do."

Wu Di frowned, he wanted to lock this person's aura, but found that he couldn't do it, which meant that the other party either had a special skill or was stronger than the two of them, such a person could not should appear here.

"Stepmother Wu Ding!"

This person whispered, as if he had unspeakable excitement. His hand seemed to possess magical power. Under his gentle caress, the thick and simple big black cauldron seemed to be slowly shedding its shell, rustling black. The skin shakes off.

The tripod body with its bronze luster exposed and exquisite patterns gradually attracted the attention of people in the whole square and in the square.

This tripod has changed greatly. There are exquisite coiled dragon patterns and gluttonous patterns around the body, which are mighty and dignified. The ears and auricles of the two tripods are patterns of tigers biting human heads, and there are patterns of two fish tails on the top. Clear and flexible, it is not extraordinary at first glance.

I saw the dense force in his hand, and the huge cauldron that was tall for a person began to rotate and shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye. Judging from this situation, he wanted to put this cauldron into the Qiankun Lingbao and take it away.

"Bold lunatic!?"

Wu Di scolded angrily, his eyes widened like copper bells, he didn't expect this person to be so presumptuous.

He attacked this person directly, if he didn't make a move at this time, when would he wait?A wave of stellar energy swung out from his palm and struck at the man's head, which would definitely interrupt his movement of retracting the cauldron.

"Young man, don't meddle in your own business. It's too wasteful for you to use such treasures to burn incense. Only the old man can make him reappear the precious splendor!"

This person lightly blocked the gangster energy with his hand, and his movements were a little slow, but it didn't affect his collection of the stepmother Wuding.

This man's face is only middle-aged, and Wu Di has a gray beard, how can he not be angry when such a person calls him a young man?At this time, he had already come to the front, Qingyun Temple's unique Liuyun hand was unleashed, and he passed countless moves with this middle-aged man in an instant, the giant cauldron was only the size of a human head in his hand, and it was flying up and down in his hand, weighing it Weighing it, Wu Di couldn't figure it out.

The surrounding crowd let out a sigh, some were praising this middle-aged man with his hands flipping like flying flowers, even the Master Wu was no match for him, some people were frowning and worried, this is a treasured tripod for worshiping mountains, and the incense has not yet burned It was desecrated by people.

Daoist Wenbo couldn't stand it anymore, and joined the battle circle. The middle-aged man was a little flustered and embarrassed for a while.

"According to your seniority, you still have to call me uncle, but now you are so rude! Today, I will teach you what it means to respect elders on behalf of your elders!"

The sudden outburst of this middle-aged man's aura made people startled. The ordinary people in the square were just staring at everything in front of them in a daze, but now they fled in panic. There are Taoist Wenbo, and even some disciples of Qingyun Temple were ordered to retreat by Taoist Wenbo to avoid unnecessary damage.

The stepmother Wu Ding was knocked aside, and directly smashed a small hole visible to the naked eye in the square.

Taoist Wen Bo and Taoist Wu Di retreated a little, not knowing what trick this middle-aged man was going to use.

"Hou Qianqiu! Why do you fight with the juniors? Don't be afraid of being laughed at!"

A voice full of energy came rolling, like a thunderbolt, it was the uncle in the Jiange, who came to the square in a blink of an eye.

"Uncle Wu, why are you here?"

Taoist Wudi and Taoist Wenbo hurriedly saluted.Wu Shuang waved the two of them aside.

"I don't know who it is? It's Old Wu. I have nothing else to do here today, but to fulfill the promise of the year and take away this tripod. 300 years have passed, and it's time for me, Lan Fengzong, to take charge of this tripod!"

Hou Qianqiu said loudly, the words seemed to involve the grievances of the previous dynasty, Taoist Wudi and Taoist Wenbo looked at each other, they had never heard of any agreement.

"You still need to do such trivial matters. Is there no one in your Lanfeng Sect? I dare not forget the promise. If you want it, I, Qingyun Temple, will deliver it to your door. Why do you need to come and pick it up?"

Although Martial Uncle Wu was haggard and ill when he was in the Jiange, he is very energetic now, standing proudly, like a towering ancient pine that will not fall down.

"Don't bother me. It's my honor to pick it up in person. This kind of treasure has been in your Qingyun Temple for 300 years! It's true and shouldn't be!"

Hou Qianqiu's expression was both excited and annoyed.

"Old man Wu, take care of yourself!"

He went to the tripod and picked it up, put it in the Qiankun Lingbao, and left with his sword.

"Uncle Master!"

Seeing this, Wu Di wanted to chase him, but Wu Shuangdao stopped him.

"Let him go. This is the agreement between us, Qingyunguan and Lanfengzong, to take turns in charge for 300 years, until whoever discovers the secret of the cauldron first."

After Hou Qianqiu left, Wu Shuang showed a look of fatigue on his face, the strong appearance just now was his strong support.

"Let's make another one from the Mountain Worship Cauldron, just keep the original shape."

After Wu Shuang finished his explanation, he walked to the Tibetan Jiange.

"Brother..."

The Wenbo Taoist hesitated to speak.

"Don't talk about it! Uncle Master said that the tripod was cast again! Go and appease the villagers!"

Taoist Wu Di was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. Today, he asked an old boy to sweep Qingyun Temple's face at the mountain worship meeting. How can he, the temple owner, see people in the future!

It was not until sunset that the people who came to worship the mountain were sent down one after another. The incense tripods that worshiped the mountain were taken away, which is not a good sign. Many people left with sad faces. The mountain god will not be angry and blame this year. , Some people donated a little more copper coins, hoping that Qingyun Temple can burn more incense to the mountain gods, don't worry about today's disrespect.

When Taoist Wenbo returned to the courtyard, the sky was covered with starlight, and the lights in Xiao Linyang’s room were still on, but Xiao Linyang himself was lying on the bed and fell asleep, with a strange posture, presumably because he fell asleep after meditating of.

The Dao Jue of the Three Purities was pressed right under his cheek, and there was a pool of glistening liquid on it. The Wenbo Taoist shook his head. Fortunately, the silk script that recorded the Dao Jue of the San Qing was made of special materials, otherwise how could he stand up like this!

Taoist Wenbo took it out, wiped it, put it in Xiao Linyang's arms, covered him with a quilt, and left the room after blowing out the lights. Today was really a toss, and even with his plain temper, he felt a little irritable.