Chapter 19 Mysterious Taoism

In April, Beijing Yancheng is a beautiful paradise on earth, full of red and green, intertwined with each other, giving people a sense of beauty and showing the tenacious vitality of plants.

On the ancient road in the forest, Zhang Fan, who is full of Confucianism, is slowly walking. The fragrance of flowers and plants made Zhang Fan a little intoxicated. It has been a month since Zhang Fan went down the mountain. Zhang Fan drank nectar when he was thirsty in the forest and picked wild fruits to satisfy his hunger. It was so uncomfortable!

Zhang Fan is going to Dujing Yancheng, because he heard from others that the scenery there is very beautiful and he really wants to see it.

Zhang Fan walked and stopped. Finally, a month later, he saw the appearance of a city. Yes, this is Beijing Yancheng. Yancheng is an ancient city. After the baptism of many dynasties, it has also witnessed the rise and fall of countless practitioners. You may be a little surprised that practitioners will mix in the world of mortals, like mortals, marrying wives and having children. These practitioners are tired of practicing, or go to the world to hone and experience the thoughts and emotions of mortals.

Zhang Fan was very happy and finally saw the appearance of a city in the distance, so he sacrificed the magic formula and disappeared here.

After running all the way, Zhang Fan finally saw the pedestrians and walked on the official road with them. At the edge of the city, Zhang Fan was deeply shocked. The city was extremely majestic and magnificent, with half a mountain high! It's hard to imagine how people are built.

Zhang Fan looked at it and was eager to try it to see if he could jump up. But Zhang Fan suppressed this psychology, and the words of the patriarch Pu Xing appeared in Zhang Fan's mind: Remember that practitioners are also human beings and should be kind to mortals. Don't use magic power in front of mortals. Although some people know the existence of practitioners, don't be too shocking. Zhang Fan had to give up the idea.

Walking into the city, everything attracted Zhang Fan. What came into Zhang Fan's eyes was a picture of a prosperous folk market: the restaurants were intertwined, and the fragrance of the wine could be smelled from a distance, and the diners drank happily in the restaurants. Some women linger between villages. The vendors on the street shouted, laughter, hawking and bargaining one after another.

Zhang Fan also went to other cities when he was a child, but he did not have the prosperous capital Yanjing.

Maybe infected by the atmosphere, Zhang Fan went to a teahouse. As soon as he sat down, a shopkeeper warmly entertained Zhang Fan: "What can this guest do for you?" Zhang Fan thought for a moment and said, "Yuntian Oolong Tea."

When Park Yun took Zhang Fan back to Hua Yanzong, he once let Zhang Fan taste it, which made him remember vividly.

"This guest officer, you are so blessed. Our store has just bought a batch of 'Yuntian Oolong Tea', all of which are one in a hundred!" After saying that, he turned around and walked towards *. Zhang Fan looked around and saw that some tea guests were concentrating on listening to a storyteller's lecture. Zhang Fan became interested and listened attentively. The storyteller talked for a while, suddenly took a sip of tea, looked up at the anxious eyes of the crowd, smiled, and then said, "What I'm talking about today is about immortals. These immortals fly through the clouds and fog, call for wind and rain, and travel between heaven and earth. It's really comfortable!"

Hearing this, Zhang Fan smiled, "It's not so easy to cultivate immortals." Zhang Fan shook his head.

"Sung, your tea, use it slowly." Zhang Fan took out the silver and gave it to the second child of the store, and slowly drank it. At this time, two people hurried into the teahouse, asked for two pots of tea, and whispered, "You know? It's dead again." Where's the dead?" It's not far from the city, in the west village. Some people disappeared the day before yesterday. The government investigated all day, but it didn't find out. Well, yesterday, the only people left in the village died. When I died, the scene was really horrible. Some people had no internal organs, some people only had legs, and some people were sucked to death. Even the fortune teller said that it was not peaceful here!"

The man shivered and didn't want to talk anymore. Interesting," Zhang Fan thought to himself, "I'm afraid there are monsters." After drinking tea, he got up and walked to the west of the city.

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Zhang Fan traced the source all the way and finally found a strange place. Far from the victim, there is a low hill in which there is a Taoist temple that has been abandoned for many years. The Taoist temple is surrounded by ruins, but the main hall is still as complete as before. The strange smell around made Zhang Fan extremely uncomfortable.

Zhang Fan made up his mind and walked to the main hall. Zhang Fan was shocked. It turned out that dozens of spells with Taoist power were pasted on the windows and doors. Zhang Fan carefully opened the door and looked inside. In the middle of the main hall, there is a tall statue, not Sanqing, but an old man with a smile, but his face is a little blurred.

A short distance from the statue of the old man, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe was sitting on the floor, frowning and his fingers kept pinching. Zhang Fan felt a little relieved when he saw this person. This person is also a true person. His cultivation is superior to Zhang Fan. In the later stage of rebirth, he is full of righteousness.

The middle-aged man calculated, opened his eyes, saw Zhang Fan, and explored Zhang Fan. Knowing his cultivation, the middle-aged man was a little confused and asked, "Does this Taoist friend also feel strange here?"

"Ye�, I came here to investigate the village murder case." I'm Ouyangang of Tianangzong. I don't know where the Taoist teacher is?"

"My name is Zhang Fan, and my teacher is Chenghua Yanzong."

"Hua Yanzong?" Ouyang searched in his memory and had no impression. I'm afraid it's some hermit sect!" Ouyang Gung also no longer asked.

Zhang Fan explored around and found nothing. He sat on the ground and adjusted his state, because Zhang Fan had a hunch that he would send something at night.

When night falls, a full moon hangs high in the sky, sprinkles a little shine. The moonlight illuminates the house through the window of the Taoist temple. Zhang Fan is standing in front of the window, enjoying the beautiful scenery outside the window.

A few subtle sounds are extremely harsh in this extremely quiet hall.

Ouyang suddenly opened his eyes and whispered, "I'm coming." Zhang Fan also noticed it and quickly walked to Ouyang's side and carefully observed the surroundings.

Suddenly, a scream sounded in the hall, and then the howls were endless.

"Be careful, this is the 'heart magic array' of the Demon Sect. Don't be confused." After saying that, Ouyang's hand pinched the formula, and Daoyuan power operated in the meridians, and his mind was extremely clear. Zhang Fan also knew this for a long time. The formula, "an inviolable", has been flashing in his mind.

After a while, the screams were gone. Bang, bang, bang." The applause gradually sounded in this empty main hall. Strangely, a faint red shadow emerged from the stone statue.

When Ouyang and Zhang Fan saw this scene, they were cautiously alert. Finally, the red shadow came out of the stone statue and fell to the ground. A flash of red light turned into a man. The man's face is ruddy, his eyes are bright, and he is dressed in red. The most obvious thing is that there is a flame-like sign in front of the left of the clothes, as if they are burning quietly in the void.

Ouyang's face changed, and then said coldly, "It turned out to be the 'cold-faced' Xuanxue prince of the Blood Demon Sect. Disrespectful."

Mr. Xuanxue also sneered and said, "It turned out to be Ouyang of the famous Tianangzong. A few days ago, many disciples of my sect died at your hands. If I kill you, I will get a lot of rewards!"

Mr. Xuanxue turned his head to look at Zhang Fan and threatened, "This little friend, are you going to quit or join?" A threat comes from the mouth of ** naked black blood.

"Zhang Fan's Taoist friend, you can retreat first. This man's magic skills are unfathomable, and he is also a practitioner in the later stage of rebirth. I can fight with him. If I am invincible, help me, but be careful of him. This person is very cunning. Ouyang sent a voice to Zhang Fandao. Zhang Fan nodded and retreated to the corner of the hall, but he had secretly pinched the "big bottle print" in case things changed.

Xuan Xue sneered and said, "This is a smart person." After saying that, the momentum changed, and the bloody smell came from his body, like a bloodthirsty demon, opening his bloody mouth and biting Ouyang. The breath was disgusting!

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