Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 30

The dungeon is a place that is strictly forbidden to enter, and the disciples of Qinglian Temple did not dare to enter, and were ordered by Yun Cang to disperse.He also had something to do, so he glanced at the ghosts who were following him, hesitated for a moment, and called to Yang Jinshu: "Mr. Yang, stop."

He saw that Yang Jinshu was well-educated, polite, and gentle, so he had a better impression of him.

Yang Jinshu stopped, turned around and asked, "Is there something wrong with the Taoist priest?"

Yun Cang said: "The head of the sect has been injured recently, and his health is not very good. Please take care of him and don't let him act recklessly in the dungeon."

He Tang clicked his tongue: "Arbitrariness is a delicate word. Do you want us to protect him? Or do you want us to help fight?"

Yang Jinshu motioned him to keep quiet, and said to Yun Cang, "Min Daoist saved my friend, we won't let him get into trouble."

Yun Cang nodded: "I left a few disciples waiting outside, if something happens, please let Mr. Lao know."

"it is good."

"Thank you."

Yun Cang resigned.

Yang Jinshu lightly tapped He Tang's nose: "After all, this is the territory of cultivators, so don't make trouble with your words."

He Tang covered his mouth and dared not speak.

Entering the dungeon together, they saw the red strange rock hanging in the air at a glance.Min Yuejun fixed the soul of the magic stick in the air, and the red strange stone emitted countless blood-colored threads of light, tightly surrounding the magic stick.

Shi Tianning looked up at this crude cave, and said softly: "Why does this place look like a place for cultivating ghosts?"

Wan Niang also said: "This place is full of yin energy, and it is not an ordinary place for cultivating Taoism. I don't know what magic weapon that strange stone is, but it makes me feel comfortable all over."

"Me too." Shi Tianning nodded, "If I didn't see with my own eyes that this is a cave, I would have thought it was a thousand-year-old tomb."

Yang Jinshu stared at the strange red rock for a long time, with a worried look on his face: "Min Daoist, this strange rock... is a thing from the underworld?"

Min Yuejun turned to look at him, nodded and said, "Yes."

Yang Jinshu was taken aback: "Where did you get it?"

"What's with you?"

Yang Jinshu frowned, rather anxiously: "Min Daoist, you are a man in the world of mortals, with a mortal body, how dare you raise a magic weapon of the underworld here? This will shorten your life!"

He Tang tugged at Yang Jinshu's sleeve: "Jinshu, he won't lose his life."

"Why?"

"He said he wouldn't die."

"..." Yang Jinshu didn't believe it, "won't he die?"

He Tang nodded: "Well, he said it himself."

The strange thing is that Yang Jinshu didn't show any envious expression after hearing this. Although he was surprised, there was a bit of compassion in that surprise.

He Tang was a little uneasy, and tugged at his sleeve: "What? Is it bad?"

"Life is short, how can you live forever?" Yang Jinshu sighed, "If Daoist Min really won't die, I'm afraid he will pay a very painful price."

Min Yuejun twitched the corners of his mouth slightly when he heard the words, and said in a rambling voice: "Everyone wants to live forever, but I want to die. Isn't it ridiculous to say that?"

Yang Jinshu asked: "Master Min, there have been many disputes between you and Daoist Master Qingrong during this time, and I've been waiting for the onlookers to be confused. If you don't find it troublesome, can you clear up the confusion for us?"

Min Yuejun lowered his eyes to look at the god stick whose eyes were wandering and desperately needed to suppress his soul, thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Yes."

He Tang suddenly became interested, ready to listen to a bloody drama with ups and downs, but unexpectedly Min Yuejun explained the cause and effect in just a few paragraphs. Although the memory was short, it was shocking.

When he was young, his family was ruined, and he wandered alone in the world, often starving and injured. Once, he was bullied by a group of dandies and seriously injured. He fled into the mountains in a panic and fell unconscious. Taoist Rong rescued him, and brought him to Qinglian Temple for careful treatment, and accepted him as a disciple.

However, Qing Rong's nature is unruly. Although she is the most favored disciple of the head of the sect and is favored by all her fellow sects, she cares less about cultivating Taoism and loves the world of mortals.He is proficient in spells, and is also talented in the five elements and gossip. When he has nothing to do, he runs down the mountain to do fortune-telling for people.He is accurate in fortune-telling, but he doesn't want a lot of money.If it is a happy event, the wine money can be paid a few more coins, counting guests as rewards, but if the calculation is serious, the guests will be furious and insulted, and even come to him to settle the score after the big disaster is fulfilled—because Qingrong only measures good and bad, but Will not teach guests how to avoid disasters.

How can there be such a fortune teller in the world?As a result, Qing Rong was always sought for revenge, chased and beaten, and some people even threatened to kill him as a charlatan to avenge their hatred.

Relying on her high mana, Qing Rong laughed and cursed, and ignored these threats. She had already mastered hundreds of escape techniques, and she became more and more like a charlatan.The head of Qinglian Guan was very helpless to this little apprentice, and Qingrong's seniors were always dumbfounded by him, so they didn't bother to persuade him, and let him mess around.

At that time, Min Yuejun was still young and couldn't see his master all day long. He was thrown by Qingrong to other senior brothers to learn skills. After a few years, he couldn't even learn simple word testing, fencing swords, writing talismans, summoning souls, and catching ghosts. But more proficient than others.Qing Rong also taught him spells, and Min Yuejun studied spells most seriously, and practiced diligently, so he could use them more freely than Qing Rong herself.

He wanted to protect Qingrong wholeheartedly, but Qingrong's misdeeds gradually increased, which finally caused dissatisfaction with the head of the sect.Qing Rong had a big fight with the head of the sect, and ran away angrily, leaving Qinglian Temple.

At that time, everyone in the audience thought that he lost his temper as usual, that he would go down the mountain to drink a few jars of wine, and then come back to laugh and play with everyone.

But Qing Rong never came back.

Min Yuejun waited for him in the mountains for a year, and what he was waiting for was the people from the rivers and lakes who kept going up the mountains to seek revenge.

He blocked these people for Qingrong, thinking in his heart that he still used the name of Qinglian Temple to travel around the rivers and lakes, so he should still have nostalgia for this small sect.With this hope in mind, he waited another two years.

Qing Rong still didn't come back, but the people who went up the mountain to seek revenge became more and more vicious.

Not only people, but also ghosts.

During those three years, Min Yuejun's cultivation had greatly increased, and he became the most powerful disciple of Qinglian Guan.

The head of the sect finally passed away in the summer of the third year, and Qinglian Temple was in bleakness.Min Yuejun thought that the master was Qingrong's master, so he shouldn't want to miss this sacrifice, so he went down the mountain to search for half a month, but he couldn't find anyone.

The masters treated him as before, caring and teaching him everything, but the worry in their eyes was increasing day by day.

When he was 22 years old, his uncles ordered him to go down the mountain to practice.Min Yuejun remembered his master in his heart, and he searched for Qing Rong's trace while practicing.After searching like this for a year, he caught many ghosts, accumulated many merits, and finally found it.He begged Qingrong to go back, but Qingrong turned a blind eye and left him again to leave.

Min Yuejun wanted to chase after him again, but he received a letter from Guanzhong Lingge, calling him back urgently.

Min Yuejun has been in Qinglian temple for ten years, and he has never seen the temple use a pigeon to convey a message, so he knows something big has happened.He caught up with Qingrong and told him the situation, but Qingrong thought he was using tricks to trick him back and didn't take it seriously.

Min Yuejun has never been so disappointed in him. The master in his memory who loves him and laughs with his classmates is no longer what he remembers. Even though he always loses his temper with Qing Rong, he hopes that he can restrain himself and protect himself. , only that one time, he had a big fight with Qing Rong and left angrily.

When he returned to Qinglian Temple, his eyes were full of devastation.

His brothers and uncles were killed, and their deaths were extremely miserable.His seniors stood in front of the mountain gate, fighting with others, exhausted their spells, lost all their cultivation, and died of exhaustion. They would always drag his seniors, who were flying faster than Yujian, to the yard with injuries all over their bodies. , there are still traces of the burning of the magic circle in the yard, and the little juniors who only know how to raise chickens, ducks, grow radishes and write talisman papers on weekdays are in the death view. rabbit.

His uncles tried their best to protect the disciples in the temple, but they couldn't.

Qinglianguan, who was already a poor man, was the only living person left.

Min Yuejun cast a magic circle at the mountain gate of Qinglian Temple - Life Mirror, the magic circle is like a mirror, reflecting everything that happened in Qinglian Temple within three months.

He watched his classmates laughing and raising small animals as usual, playing around to pick peaches, sticking out their tongues with their backs to the teachers and uncles, life was no different from the past ten years.But gradually, the vigilance in Qinglian Monastery was strengthened, the masters ordered the young disciples to go down the mountain to practice, but the disciples sensed something was wrong and refused to go down the mountain.A group of strangers broke into the mountain and quarreled with the seniors. Not long after the confrontation between the two sides, the other party suddenly started killing.

Qinglian Temple is isolated from the world, with a simple heart, and has never met such a cruel person.The other party came prepared, but the masters were unable to catch up, and finally encountered a catastrophe...

Min Yuejun buried all the dead fellows by himself. He built a cave of thousands of bones and buried the fellows one by one with his own hands. Without using magic, he dug the pit with his hands, dripping with blood—just like his passed away fellows.

He went to avenge his fellow sect, and learned that the person the other party was really looking for was actually Qing Rong.

Kill the enemy with your hands, and pay with blood.Then he found the culprit of all this, his master - at that time he was already red-eyed, but he knew exactly who he was going to kill.Qing Rong was skilled in spells and dodged it many times, but was finally chased by him again on the mountain behind the Yang family.

He killed Qing Rong, the hatred was too deep, and he wished that his body would never come back, and his soul would be scattered.

He dragged his body back to Qinglian Temple, reorganized the mountain gate, learned from the old master to take in orphans, taught them spells, taught them to raise chickens and grow vegetables, taught them to catch ghosts and save people, and gradually re-established Qinglian Temple .When the mountain was in short supply, he went down the mountain to catch ghosts for others, and when he made money, he took it back to support the entire sect.

Mingyue Lord's reputation is getting better and better, and his disciples are gradually leaving the teacher, and they can go down the mountain to catch ghosts and monsters, so they go down the mountain with him to experience...

After listening to his description, He Tang was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear: "This...this is more than blood, this...this is really a deep hatred!"

He looked at Min Yuejun with a complicated face, thinking that this stinky Taoist priest who was full of sarcasm must be mentally twisted and perverted. After listening to what he said, He Tang still felt that he was mentally twisted and perverted, but he also felt that he was very pitiful.

"Then...then why don't you die?"

Min Yuejun tilted his head slightly, with an extremely indifferent expression on his face, as if the great sorrow and joy in his memories had nothing to do with him.He said in a flat tone: "I wanted to kill him at that time, but he thought I was insane and tried his best to save me. I don't know where he learned the sorcery to turn me into an immortal person."

He Tang said weakly: "I think there is a problem with the communication between the two of you..."

Yang Jinshu nodded: "Very problematic."