The Taoist was once kicked by me, but now he said something that was obviously threatening. I had no intention of resisting it. I certainly wouldn't really think that the Taoist was so weak on the surface, but definitely not. Will be afraid of him.

What is said for peace in the world? There are truths and falsehoods. I am at the end of the war, but I also know how terrible the real battlefield is. I just want my son to be alive and well. If possible, go bleaching and stay away from this detrimental living.

I'm afraid, not for Taoists, but for the misery after failure. Guo Qiankun in Feng Shui Xuanshu could have been a master by relying on Mr. Guo's property. He wanted to have the same future as Bo Tian. What about the consequences? This is unbearable for me, not to mention, although the great man now does not know the so-called holocaust campaign under the condition of old age, on the whole, if counted as an emperor, he is a wise monarch.

I took a deep breath and looked at the Taoist priest, saying: When you come this time, at the beginning, you didn't want to kill my little son, but you showed it to me.

The priest shook his head gently and groaned: I just can't bear it, otherwise, you can't stop me.

After speaking, he stood up and said, "I'll go out and go around. There are some incense cases at home. If not, go out and find them. It is useful at night."

I froze for a while and wanted to ask why he wanted this thing, but after he finished speaking, he walked out without stopping.

Watching his figure disappear, I just felt that the strength of my whole body was evacuated. The whole person was trapped in a chair, and he fell asleep without knowing it.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and the Taoist priests did n't know when he came back. The incense case was sorted out by my wife. When I woke up, the Taoist laughed: It seems you are tired, this One sleep.

I shook my head apologetically and said: Sorry.

During the conversation, my daughter-in-law brought me a bowl of noodles, which is a classic pasta from the north. I finished three and made two, and said to the Taoist Taoist: Chief, I need to do something now.

Taoist Road: Go, go to your father's grave.

The Taoist was a very capable person. When he said that he was walking, he stood up, and carried the incense case, and left. I also hurried to keep up, mentioning the incense burner behind him.

Out of the yard, the villagers still had nothing to do. The TV was just a legendary object at that time. A group of people gathered around the big tree, followed by the radio to learn to sing a red song. Occasionally there were several dogs barking, peaceful.

The villagers saw me and greeted one after another: Hey, Jianguo, go to your dad to go to the grave. This night, I 'm carrying so many things, I want to help.

I greet one by one, treat the villagers' goodwill and worry, and watching their lives in peace and contentment, I am more and more affirming my decision, the people really can not stand upset.

Just walked all the way out of the village entrance, this is another quiet, behind the village, the quiet world in front of me, at this moment, give me an unreal feeling, I do not know why this feeling arises, It just made my heart inexplicably agitated, and I stopped involuntarily.

The Taoist priest who walked in front looked at me with a glance, saying: "Fame, reputation, prosperity, wealth and wealth, are like a hundred years of Nanke and a dream, Zhao Jianguo, you are not an ordinary farmer, you really want to give up.

The Taoist awakened me with a word, and I found out where my anxiety came from. Seeing the opportunity before me, I really didn't want to look back at the village. I took a deep breath, and said, "Lord, go, Jianguo wanted to open.

When I arrived at the graveyard, there was a new grave, two people, and a black dog that had lost his hair. This time, I came here to fight the Taoist priest. He didn't know what he was going to do.

I set up the altar as he told me, and he gave my father three incense sticks and said to me: worship your father.

I also knelt on the futon, and bowed my head respectfully and respectfully. At this moment, where is the worship thought, I took the light of my eyes and held the Taoist priest. I was really curious what he was going to do and what to do.

I saw the Taoist took out a piece of black thing from the bag on his back and threw it to the black dog that was always behind the butt. I did n't know what that thing was, the dog was very fragrant and almost gobbled At this time, I remembered it.

When this dog was in my house, my wife gave her leftovers. It was not eaten, as if not interested, and as if she was disdainful of grabbing food from the dirt dog in my family, which made me curious. What is that dark thing.

The Taoist is an extremely intelligent person, and I still think so now, because with one of your eyes and one movement, he can clearly see what you think in his heart. Just like now, I just look at it twice more The gobbling dog directly said: It is a piece of human flesh, air-dried human flesh. This beast is only willing to work if it is full.

After that, he blew a loud whistle at the dog. The dog, which had been sullen and sullen all the time, seemed to have eaten the elixir and returned to the old age. He jumped up and down happily, shaking his tail and sticking his tongue As charming as possible, the Taoist touched his head with a dodgy smile, and smiled: Just get greedy, get it, work hard, and reward you together.

The beast looked like a psychic, lowered his head, and started to sniff on the ground, walking while sniffing, like the police dog looking for a criminal suspect.

The priest followed him, and every time the dog paused, he inserted a small yellow flag in the place where he paused. It was a ghost symbol I couldn't understand. The snake and dragon were powerful, but I followed silently. Behind them, they watched the Taoist movement until he had inserted all the flags in his hand.

At this time, the entire flag is a coiled dragon in line with its orientation.

Could this be the so-called underground dragon vein.

I looked back at me and said: This beast can smell the earth, don't underestimate it, its age, I guess with your grandpa, no one knows why it can live so long, maybe because of eating human flesh Relationship, who knows? The eighty-one big banner just locked the underground dragon's spirit. In this way, although the dragon veins were broken, it would not destroy your Feng Shui of the Zhao family, and there is no better choice.

The Taoist voice just came to an end.

The wind and the clouds surged in an instant.

I saw the real Taoism that I had seen for the first time in my life. Within the range of the small banner, I could hardly open my eyes.

Outside the flag, there was calm.

The black dog stands on the head of the grave, and grows up like a wolf. On top of his head, a black cloud automatically gathers. No matter how strong the wind is, the black cloud will not move.

The Taoist drew a peach sword and stood by the incense case in front of my father's grave, and burned incense and worshiped.

By the way, once again I took an item from the backpack like a treasure bag and put it on my face.

I took a picture with a flashlight, and I was scared to say it, but I felt inexplicably eerie and frightened, and my hair was about to stand up.

The priest had a mask on his face, which reflected the dim and cold light, and the Buddha was a kind of iron.

This mask is not a traditional grimace, but it is more tangled and depressed than a grimace.

This is a line face.

A few rough lines outline a face, crying and laughing. When people look at it, they sink in the expression of the mask, ponder, and guess, what kind of expression it is, crying or laughing.

The priest stood up against the wind.

Holding a yellow charm in one hand, the yellow charm spontaneously ignited.

Holding a sword, the sword is facing up.

The Taoist yelled: The Heavenly Masters of Longhu Mountain have come to the fore, and today disciple Wang Yuanzhang is the peace of the world, and he is willing to cut off 300 years of Taoism.

I want to kill dragons.

In a word, the black cloud above the black dog's head flashed a gold thunder.

At that moment, the Taoist priest with the peach-wood sword leading the thunderbolt stood there, his body was thin, and when the Buddha was gust of wind, it was blowing away, but in my eyes.

He is like a fairy,