Chapter 2 Injuries

The lightning and thunder outside the Taoist temple, and the reflected light in the temple is also bright and dark.

not far from Ye Tian's head, a piece of clay sculpture the original size of a dark palm suddenly emitted a faint fluorescence after being contaminated with Ye Tian's blood.

If there is someone in the view at this time, you can find that this fluorescent object is not made of clay, but a dark turtle shell, which is densely engraved with complex lines, which is a bit like the compass used by feng shui masters.

However, unlike the common compass, this tortoise shell does not have an inner disk, but is replaced by a Taiji yin and yang pattern. The outside corresponds to the gossip pattern of "the universe shakes away from the threshold", which looks extremely simple and mysterious.

Originally, the tortoise shell was dark and colorless, but when it was stained with Ye Tian's blood, the whole tortoise shell seemed to be alive. The blood penetrated into the back of the tortoise shell, and mysterious patterns were shown one by one.

Suddenly, there was a thunder outside, and the light in the whole Taoist temple suddenly lit up. Above the tortoise shell, a Taiji pattern faintly appeared, which turned into a blue smoke and penetrated into Ye Tian's eyebrows, but the tortoise shell on the ground disappeared with the thunder.

A flash of lightning lit up from the sky, tore open the dark sky, winding down like a snake like a dragon. With the light of lightning, you can see Ye Tian's small body on the ground trembling slightly.

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The thunderstorm in summer came and went quickly. With the stop of the thunderstorm, the temple returned to its former calm, and only the drops of water dripped up and down the eaves made a crisp sound.

The next morning, it was sunny after the rain. The mountains and forests were green, the vegetation was fragrant, and the mist was as light as gauze, but I saw a thin cloud swirling in the deep valleys and forests. At this time, the trees on the mountain flashed like crystal green.

A figure passed through the mountains and forests. Although the road was wet and slippery, the figure did not stop at all. In a short time, it had arrived at the door of the Taoist temple.

This is a medium-sized Taoist priest. The Taoist robe on his body is like this Taoist temple, which is also dilapidated. The top bun on his head is a little scattered on the road, and his face is slightly rosy, but there are no wrinkles.

Looking at the skin color alone, this Taoist priest is only forty or fifty years old, but from his deep sea-like eyes, you can see a trace of vicissitudes, which makes people dare not underestimate it.

"The infinite Tianzun, it's good that the ancestor's foundation has not been destroyed..."

Looking at the dilapidated Taoist temple, the old Taoist priest bowed his chest with one hand, but when he saw the situation in the front hall through the leaking doors and windows on all sides, he couldn't help screaming bitterly and quickly walked in.

"Grandfather, even if you have a disaster a few days before the path, I will definitely reshape your golden body in a few days..."

Looking at the empty platform, the old Taoist priest pretended to pinch a few fingers of his right hand, but for a moment he did not find that there was a small body on the ground full of mud.

"Master, didn't you figure out that I also had a disaster?"

Ye Tian, who woke up from fainting, suddenly became angry when he heard the old Taoist priest's words. The old man usually pretended to be a descendant of the fiftieth generation of hemp, but it seemed that he had never calculated anything.

"Master...Master, my head has been broken by the grandfather..."

Ye Tian, who had just woken up, felt a little dizzy. He reached out and touched his head, only to find that his hands were full of blood. No matter how smart Ye Tian was, he was just a child in his early ten years old, and he screamed.

"Oh, my precious apprentice, you... What's wrong with you?"

Seeing Ye Tian with blood on his face on the ground, the old Taoist priest was shocked. He quickly picked up Ye Tian and checked Ye Tian up and down, and then he was relieved.

After running outside to get some well water and helping Ye Tian clean the wound, the old Taoist priest pulled out a box from the greasy Taoist robe, picked out a little black ointment from it with his little finger, rubbed it on Ye Tian's forehead, and said, "It's okay. It's just a skin injury. I lost a

Feeling a burst of coolness from his forehead, Ye Tian also woke up a little. He looked at the old Taoist priest with a bad face and said, "Old man, you asked me to come to you on holiday. Do you want me to help you deal with the robbery?"

Although there is a saying in the spell to change your life against the sky and seek good luck to avoid evil, the number of days has been determined. If you want to steal the sky for the day, you must have a person who should be robbed, that is, the scapegoat for death as the saying goes.

Although Ye Tian is young, he is familiar with the recite of books such as "Ma Yi Xiang Fa" and "Shu Zang". At present, he has suffered an inexplicable disaster. Of course, he suspects that this old master has calculated on him.

"Oh, you are born on the second day of the second month of the Year of the Dragon. I can't calculate your fate at all..."

After listening to Ye Tian's words, the old Taoist priest shouted to bump into the sky. The reason why he accepted Ye Tian as an apprentice was that he wanted to find a companion in the deep mountains.

Secondly, because of Ye Tian's strange life, Lao Dao had a little exploration in his heart, but after spending five or six years with Ye Tian, he could never break Ye Tian's fate.

Ye Tian was not entangled in this matter, but he was a little curious about the where the old Taoist priest went yesterday. He asked, "Then why did you go down the mountain?"

"Pull, you see, our Taoist temple has been in disrepair for a long time. I didn't want to go down the mountain to make a good fate. Please ask someone to renovate it..."

Speaking of this, the old Taoist priest looked angrily, "Why is the state responsible for the repair of the main peak of Maoshan Mountain? We are wandering ghosts. No one cares about it?"

Just last year, the state allocated 30 million yuan to carry out a large-scale restoration of Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace and Yuanfu Wanning Palace on the main peak of Maoshan Mountain.

At that time, the old Taoist priest wanted to get some advantage and asked the construction team to help him repair the sackcloth Taoist temple by the way. Unexpectedly, he was driven back by the Taoist priest on the main peak. He was always angry.

Ye Tian touched the wound that had formed a blood scar on his head and said angrily, "Master, that's religious culture. You are a feudal superstition. Can it be the same?"

"Fived feudal superstition of fart, the origin of phase art can be traced back to the three emperors and five emperors, and the derived number of techniques includes astronomy, calendar, mathematics, numerology, Kanyu, charm, fortune selection, miscellaneous occupation, ** and other miscellaneous arts. This is a natural science..."

After hearing Ye Tian's words, the old Taoist priest suddenly jumped up. After ten years of catastrophe, life was just a little better. He was about to revive the vein of Ma Yi, but he did not want to be called a feudal superstition by his apprentice.

"Okay, master, you are not a feudal superstition, but can you help me get some water? I'm very thirsty..."

Ye Tian waved his hand feebly. Now he has no spirit to quarrel with the old guy. Looking at a pool of blood on the ground, Ye Tian was a little afraid. If the whole clay sculpture hits his body, I guess he will be out of his life now, right?

"The fart is a big wound, and I have learned to be coquettish. Thinking of the old man, I could take hundreds of little devils around the mountains, and there are several gun eyes on my body..."

Lao Dao was very dissatisfied with Ye Tian's attitude. Since he accepted this apprentice, he used the skill of teaching as a condition to boil water and cook, but it was all done by Ye Tian, who was only a few years old at that time.

However, although he muttered, Lao Dao still sed water from the well in the yard and took it to the back to boil. Ye Tian was injured, but he could not drink cold water.

"Know, you lie down and sleep for a while, and I'll get you something to eat..."

Seeing Ye Tian's poor and depressed appearance, the old Taoist priest carried him into the ** of the inner wing. It rained so heavily yesterday that there was no need to expect quilts and so on. Even bamboo ** was full of rain.

"I'm in my 100s, and I still have to serve you, a little doll. This apprentice has suffered a loss..."

Fortunately, it's summer, and it won't catch a cold. After settling down Ye Tian, the old Taoist priest turned back and went down the mountain. Of course, the complaints in his mouth are indispensable.

After more than an hour, Lao Dao returned to the Taoist temple with a fish and a hen in his hand. Seeing Xiao Ye Tian sleeping, he did not wake him up. He killed fish and chicken by himself and cooked for Ye Tian.

"Master, what did you burn? Is it so fragrant?

Ye Tian, who was originally sleeping soundly, was attracted by the strong fragrance at the end of his nose. The child was very angry. Although he lost a lot of blood yesterday, after sleeping for a few hours, he had almost recovered.

"Wow, old hen, and fish soup, Master, you are so kind to me..."

After opening the pot, Ye Tian suddenly shouted. After knowing Lao Dao for almost five or six years, Ye Tian enjoyed this kind of treatment for the first time.

"See that your boy is injured, I went down the mountain and bought you a fish..."

After hearing Ye Tian's words, Lao Dao's face turned red. The fish was indeed bought, but the old hen was caught from a moile when he went up the mountain.

It's not that the old Taoist priest is reluctant to buy it, but on the one hand, he is shy in the bag, and on the other hand, in the countryside, no one is willing to sell the hens that lay eggs.

As the saying goes, people become refined, and there are not many things that old-fashioned people don't know. Although there is a lack of seasonings, with a few mountain herbs, this chicken soup is full of fragrance.

After drinking chicken soup, Ye Tian's pale little face finally had a trace of blood. After turning his eyes, he looked at the old Taoist priest and asked, "Master, have you gone down the mountain to turn into a good fate? If this Taoist temple is not repaired, I'm afraid you will even save the coffin..."

"Son of a bitch, can you speak human language?"

The old Taoist priest's face was a little greened by Ye Tian. He wanted to teach him a lesson, but he stopped his hand for Ye Tian's injury and said with a stiff face, "Back the eyes of the "Ma Yi Xiang Fa". I see if you are lazy..."

"Oh, the eyes should be as clear as the sun and the moon, and the phoenix eyes should be clear. I am most afraid of Huang Qing and red veins, and I will live a life without success..."

Ye Tian saw that the old man's face was not good, so he recited it obediently. He looked at the old Taoist priest's eyes while turning his back, but he was thinking about why the old man didn't have yellow eyes and red veins in his mind?

"Huh? What's going on?

Just as Ye Tian looked at Lao Dao, he suddenly felt a dizziness in his head. This time only lasted for a few seconds, but when he returned to normal, Ye Tian found that there seemed to be something in his mind.

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