Daoist is not to be messed with

There is a Taoist temple in the deep mountains, and there are only one old man and two young Taoist priests in the temple. The old Taoist priest, whose name is Ziqing, was leaving the mountain on this day, and before he left, he left a talisman for his young disciple, Mingxin. The old Taoist priest instructed his disciple: "After I go down, you will paste the talisman in the temple, the whole Taoist temple and the surrounding Taoist temple can be invisible. This time, I am going to find an enemy, you remember not to go out of the mountain, wait for my return. If this talisman is damaged, it means that I am in danger, you quickly pack your bag and run for your life, leave me alone."

Although the fifteen-year-old disciple Mingxin had a young face, but seeing the serious expression of his master, he did not dare to be careless, took the talisman paper and respectfully replied, "I will obey my master's order." The old Taoist priest drifted away, Ming Xin according to the master's instructions, the talisman posted in the view. A month passed, the master has not returned, and no one came to disturb the Taoist temple. Every day, the branches of the birds "chattering" chirping, but never landed in the courtyard of the Taoist temple.

This day, Mingxin was playing water at the stream in front of the Taoist temple, when he suddenly heard movement from the other side of the stream. He looked up, only to see a young man in rags running over, there are several wounds on his body. Mingxin faced him across the stream without saying a word, with the talisman in place, where Mingxin was had been hidden. Although close at hand, the man was oblivious to Ming Xin. Suddenly, not far behind the man came a tiger's whistle, the man's face was ashen, a look of despair in his eyes, and fled. Ming Xin on the other side of the creek silently watched him, but did not help to save the intention. After finishing the water, Mingxin picked up the bucket and returned to the Taoist temple along the stone steps. I saw that the talisman was still intact, but for some reason, the color of the paper was a little dull, Ming Xin sighed and closed the door.

That night, the tiger whistling outside the Taoist temple, but Ming Xin turned a deaf ear. The next day after dawn, the sound of tiger whistling stopped, but no longer see the man's whereabouts. Ming Xin went on with his life as usual. Master still no news, soon, the second month also passed. That day, Ming Xin fire cooking, firewood "crackling", a gust of wind suddenly, sparks floating in the air, one of them was blown away, wavering on the talisman. A scorched black mouth slowly spread outward, Ming Xin rushed forward to extinguish, but half of the talisman paper has been turned into ashes. Looking at only half of the talisman paper left, Mingxin frowned. From then on, Ming Xin often sat at the entrance of the Taoist temple, looking into the distance, hoping to see the figure of the master.

On this day, Ming Xin was watching, but he saw a woman in the distance going up the mountain alone. She had a pretty face, but her face was so sad that she was wiping her tears as she walked. At this time, only half of the talisman paper left, can only hide the small Taoist temple where Ming Xin is, but the stone steps in front of the door of the Taoist temple is clearly visible. The woman picked up the steps, and after a few steps, she stopped in confusion and said sadly to herself: "My father was framed by the traitor, and because my father was good friends with the Taoist priest Ziqing, I came here to join him, but I couldn't find him. My parents have been killed by the hands of traitors, what is the point of living alone?" She said, she moved a stone, put it under the tree, slowly untie the belt, tossed on the thick tree trunk, the snow-white neck set up, eyes full of hot tears, staring straight ahead. Sitting in the doorway of the Taoist temple Mingxin saw the whole process, he stood up, but did not walk down the steps to rescue the woman, but turned back to the temple, closed the door and ignored. That night, the wind rose in the mountains, outside the Taoist temple faintly came the sound of women's cries, intermittent, reverberating. Ming Xin sat in the main hall, facing the statue of the god Tai Shang Lao Jun and recited the sutra all night, without reciting a single word wrong.

At sunrise, Mingxin pushed open the door, and the woman's body was not seen in the tree in front of the door. Ming Xin hurriedly returned to the view, only to see that the talisman paper was blown by last night's gale, and another cut was missing, leaving only the last bit of talisman root. Three days later, Ming Xin came to the door of the Taoist temple, saw the master Ziqing is difficult to go up the mountain, far away, you can see his face pale, staggering, as if with serious injuries. The old Taoist priest climbed to the door of the Taoist temple, already panting, with blood spilling out of the corners of his mouth. When he saw the door of the Taoist temple, he looked happy and seemed to be in better spirits. He stepped inside and shouted in the courtyard, "Disciple, come out quickly." Ming Xin first tore off the remnants of that talisman root before going up to greet him, "Master, you're back." The old Taoist priest nodded and entered the house with Mingxin's help. Mingxin made hot tea and diligently gave him a back rub and a leg tap. The old Taoist priest was very appreciated, sipped the tea and asked, "I was away for such a long time, nothing happened in the view, right?" Ming Xin shook his head and said, "No." The old Taoist priest no longer said anything, eyes half closed, seems to be resting, Ming Xin lightly step back out. It was not until late at night that the old Taoist priest opened his eyes, with an intimidating brightness in them. He gingerly walked out of the room and came to the statue of Tai Shang Lao Jun in the main hall, using his dry arm to move the statue away. The old Taoist priest could not help but reach out to get it, his hand halfway in, but touched an empty, the dark compartment is full of cold water. The old Taoist priest strangely "Huh", and then look, found that the book has disappeared, they are like fishing for the moon in the water general. He knew it was not good, and quickly tried to pull out his arm, but found that the cold water has quickly frozen, the coldness deep into the marrow, his arm was firmly frozen, can not move. The old Taoist priest silently recited the incantation, but can not make a little magic, can not help but feel anxious.

At this time, the old Taoist priest perceived a bright light behind him, turned his head to see the young Taoist priest Ming Xin slowly walked in holding an oil lamp. The old Taoist priest face angry rebuke: "How dare you! If I had not been seriously injured, I would not have allowed you to run wild!" Ming Xin coldly replied, "Don't pretend, you hurt my master and pretended to be him, how can I spare you!" "What a load of nonsense!" Ming Xin said unhurriedly, "You also took great pains to find out where the Taoist temple was, so you first pretended to be a man in distress and then a lady in distress, in a vain attempt to enter my temple and seize the secret book. When I saw that the talisman paper was getting smaller and smaller, I knew that my master was in danger, so I pretended to be fooled by you and let you in." The old Taoist priest, seeing that he had been defeated, simply took off his disguise, his body kept shrinking and deforming, and finally turned into a three-foot-tall little man, wrinkled and old, his arms still frozen, his body already covered with frost. The little old man shivered and asked, "My old man's disguise spell no one can recognize, how did you see through it?" Ming Xin shook his head and asked, "How many years has senior been in seclusion and cultivation?" "Humph, rash boy, I last entered the world three hundred years ago, in terms of seniority, you have to call me a senior uncle." Ming Xin "puff" a smile, said: "senior closed three hundred years, but do not know that the world has changed, has long changed the world. These days, where there are still men with long dreadlocks, wild tigers and women in costume? You did not see how others dress when you came over?" "This ...... old man came here by flying sword." Ming Xin said, "Master often said that my Taoist heart is not stable, but I am not stupid. This Taoist temple has stood in the mountain for hundreds of years to guard the secret books left by the ancestor. The ancestor's legacy, to prevent you three hundred years after the cultivation of great success, come to plunder, specially laid the cold ice array. Master figured out the date of your departure, even if he knew he was no match for you, he still had to fight you first to deplete your magic power, and now he can trap you." The little old man said angrily, "I can't imagine that you are so calculating!" He felt the cold air already flowing down his blood to his chest, and could not help but panic, and pleaded kindly to Ming Xin: "Little Master, let me out, and I will teach you the most powerful spell in the world." Ming Xin just looked at him with pity. The little old man continued, "By the way, your master, I've locked him up in a hidden place. If you let me out, I'll tell you the location, or he'll soon be dead!" "No need, I already know." Ming Xin said, turned around and left, behind him the little old man shouted sternly, his voice gradually became lower and lower, and finally there was no movement. Ming Xin stood in the courtyard, looking up at the bright moon, pulled out a palm-sized artifact, gently touching it, the artifact emitted a soft light. He tapped on it a few times, held it to his ear, and spoke. "Hey, master ah, things have been solved. You do not rush, I use the phone positioning already know your specific location, I will go over to save you, hold on a little longer!"