"Is this right here?"
Yang Chenghua looked at the palace and temple in the distance with a strange look in his eyes.
Li Yan quickly asked, "Senior, is there anything wrong?"
Qingyang Palace is the largest Daoist jungle in the southwest. It has a long history. If we talk about its status in Daoism alone, it is not weaker than Qingcheng Mountain.
Li Yan tried it last time. Even if he used the escape technique, the Incense God inside the temple could vaguely detect it. If he wanted to sneak in secretly, he could only ask for help from Yang Chenghua.
Hearing Li Yan's question, Yang Chenghua shook his head slightly, with a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes, "I lived here for three years last time. I don't know if those people are still there..."
Li Yan was a little surprised, "Senior also studied here?"
Yang Chenghua's identity is sensitive, he doesn't dare to expose it and no one can give him guidance. After leaving Guankou, he relies on his amazing talent to learn by himself or secretly.
He once said that he had immersed himself in many dharma traditions and learned skills secretly.
Unexpectedly, Qingyang Palace was not missed either.
"Hmm."
Yang Chenghua smiled and said, "This Qingyang Palace is too strenuous. It requires three years of study and three years of assessment. You also have to be familiar with Daoist scriptures and understand the rituals before you can be taught the secret method."
"I didn't have that much time, so I disguised myself as a fire boy and got in, studied secretly for two years and left."
"That's it."
Li Yan nodded and said with a smile, "Qingyang Palace Now the defense is tight, the seniors are familiar with the roads, and they have secret techniques. I have found the right person."
Yang Chenghua shook his head slightly, "Come in the Qingyang Palace, there's no need to bother, just follow me."
After that, he turned around and left with Li Yan.
"Senior, where are we going?"
"You will know when the time comes."
Yang Chenghua sells the information with great interest.
Li Yan couldn't laugh or cry, so he had no choice but to follow closely.
It seemed that he remembered something interesting, and a rare smile appeared on Yang Chenghua's face.
The area near the Qingyang Palace is not desolate.
After all, this is outside the city. The city gate will be closed in the evening, and the number of rooms in the Qingyang Palace is also limited. To facilitate pilgrims to stay, some inns and teahouses were built nearby, gradually forming a small street.
When he saw the street from a distance, Yang Chenghua smiled and said, "Back then, I pretended to be a Daoist boy and met a fat guy in the Qingyang Palace. He was greedy and stupid, and he followed me all day long."
"It's a pity that he really has no talent. Before I left, I got some money to keep him so that he could settle down. There is a secret passage I discovered there."
While they were talking, the two of them had arrived outside the small street.
Because the gate of Chengdu Prefecture is closed and there is not much business, the streets are deserted and most of them are not open.
When Yang Chenghua brought Li Yan to a teahouse named "Scattering Flower Pavilion", he looked up and looked around, obviously a little surprised, and murmured, "It's a good job. Could it be that this stupid boy's property has been taken away?"
After saying that, he went directly to knock on the door.
The door is closed, but there are people inside.
With a creaking sound, the old shopkeeper opened the door and looked at the two of them with wary faces, "The shop is closed, I can't help you."
Snap!
Just as the old shopkeeper was about to close the door, Yang Chenghua pressed the door and said in a cold voice, "Who are you, Fatty Wu?"
The old shopkeeper was stunned when he heard this, and stared at Yang Chenghua for a long time, with surprise and joy in his eyes, "Is the guest's surname Yang? Yang Er Gou."
Yang Er Gou?
What's this name?
Li Yan almost laughed out loud.
Seeing Yang Chenghua nodding, the old shopkeeper opened the door with a look of joy on his face, "Sir, I have been waiting for you for many years, and you have finally arrived. I am not in good health, so I am afraid that I will not be able to wait..."
The old shopkeeper talked a lot and invited the two people into the hall. Only then did Li Yan understand why the other party could recognize Yang Chenghua.
On the wall on the left side of the hall, there is a painting, which shows a young man lying on a hillside with dogtail grass in his mouth.
Although he is young, his eyebrows and facial features are almost identical to Yang Chenghua, and even his expression is almost the same.
"Where are the Fatty Wu people?"
Yang Chenghua frowned slightly, looking unhappy.
He attaches great importance to hiding his identity. As a spectator, he has been away from the crowd for many years, that is, he did not hide his identity when he was young.
There are so many people coming and going in the teahouse, and it's near the Qingyang Palace. Wouldn't it cause trouble for him?
The old shopkeeper sighed, "My boss left three years ago..."
Yang Chenghua stiffened slightly, "What's going on?"
The old shopkeeper lamented. "Over the years, my boss's business has grown bigger and bigger, but his health is not good. In addition, the Wu family's business will be moved to Jinmen, so he handed over the business to his son and stayed here alone."
Yang Chenghua frowned and said, "Why is this necessary?"
The old shopkeeper shook his head, "My boss said that you will definitely come back, and asked me to tell you something."
"I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus flowers and drink wine with me, but it turned out not to be the case. Young You. His whole life has been ups and downs. The happiest days were those days when he followed you to steal wine..."
Yang Chenghua fell into silence immediately after listening.
But the old shopkeeper, as if he was afraid that he would run away, continued hurriedly, "My boss has left a room for you. No one can enter. He also left good wine and tea. He said that his greatest wish is to treat you back."
After that, he took the two of them to the corner room on the first floor, opened the copper lock, and invited them in.
Li Yan looked around and saw that this was a windowless room with a very simple layout, just a soft couch, a square table on one side and two chairs on the other.
There are tea cups on the table and a jar of wine.
On the opposite wall, there is a painting hanging. In the painting, a fat man in Daoist robes is holding a wine jar with a smile on his face, and seems to be looking at them...
The old shopkeeper said quickly, "I'm going to cook for you two..."
"No need."
Yang Chenghua waved his hand without looking back, "Let us stay by ourselves for a while, and we will leave later, so don't ask any questions."
"Don't worry, sir."
The old shopkeeper smiled and said, "You can do whatever you want. This restaurant is reserved for you. I can live up to my boss's last wish."
"It's okay, it's okay, I finally waited..."
After that, he lit the candle, turned around, closed the door and left.
Li Yan runs Divine Ability and already knows where the secret passage is.
But Yang Chenghua did not rush to take action, but looked at the portrait silently for a long time, and suddenly said, "Fatty Wu wanted to follow me back then, but I was too dizzy myself, how could I bring a burden..."
"People are very weird. Some are seeking fame, and some are seeking profit. I was just a gang member back then, but Fatty Wu never forgets it..."
"These days, there are more and more voices in my ears, and they are all like this, torturing myself by asking for things but not getting them."
"Life passes by for hundreds of years. No matter whether you are a prince, a general, a trafficker or a pawn, after death you will be nothing but a handful of loess. It is all nonsense. Why bother to persevere?"
Li Yan pondered for a moment, "Life is full of ups and downs. Buddhism says that you can be at ease by letting go. But seeking freedom is not just seeking."
"Everyone has something to ask for in his life."
"What you want is different."
Yang Chenghua thought deeply, then shook his head and said, "That's it, I can't figure it out, just let it be."
After that, he opened the wine jar on the table, poured two bowls, picked up one bowl, and drank it in front of the portrait, "I'll accompany you on this bowl of wine."
Then he picked up another bowl and poured it on the ground.
The wine flowed along the cracks in the masonry, and the difference soon appeared. In some places, it seeped directly, while in other places it flowed in all directions.
Rumble!
Yang Chenghua raised his feet and rubbed them.
A whole iron plate connected to the masonry was lifted directly, revealing the dark hole below.
Yang Chenghua jumped in, followed closely by Li Yan.
This tunnel is very deep and a little inconspicuous at first, but after going down for more than ten meters and walking for a while, I suddenly saw underground rocks and underground rivers. A man-made path followed the steep rock wall next to the underground river and headed in the direction of the Qingyang Palace.
Judging from the age of the chisel marks, they are not from this era at all.
"This is an ancient road from the Warring States Period..."
Yang Chenghua explained as he walked, "When the Qin Dynasty attacked Shu, Qingyang Palace Daoists dug for shelter. It was later abandoned and no one knew about it. I found it by chance. I often sneaked out of the tunnel with Fatty Wu and went out to drink."
The two of them moved very fast, and soon they reached the end of the secret passage. They saw that there was a shaft above, with a thick hemp rope hanging down, and it was already somewhat rotten.
Naturally, they had no need for this, so they jumped up, put their hands on the wall, and supported themselves with their feet, and soon reached the top.
Yang Chenghua first listened with his ears, then gently supported it with his hands, and suddenly there was the sound of the rolling firewood pile above.
After coming out, we arrived at the woodshed in the side yard of the Qingyang Palace.
When Li Yan was escaping, he had been here nearby. Across the high courtyard wall, there was a large area of Medicine Field outside.
"Edict!"
Yang Chenghua made a hand gesture with two fingers, and a breeze suddenly surrounded them, covering their breath.
This reincarnation of Erlang Zhenjun was very cautious. After covering up his aura, he used Invisibility Technique again.
After the sound of the wind passed, the two figures had completely disappeared.
They chose to sneak in at dusk. After passing through the secret passage, it was already nightfall.
Although there was a little candlelight, I could not hear the sound of Daoists doing evening classes. Instead, there were groups of three or five, armed with sharp knives, patrolling the Daoist temple.
Li Yan has seen what Qingyang Palace is capable of.
The first is the sword formation, which is not as powerful as Qingcheng, but is still very powerful.
The second is his ability to use incense to perform spells, which is very clever.
If it were an ordinary escape technique, it would inevitably be discovered.
But at this moment, Yang Chenghua is constantly absorbing the incense of Erlang Zhenjun, becoming one with the magic, and becoming very weird.
He is even better at dealing with the power of incense.
The two of them walked along the cobblestone path inside the temple. Occasionally they encountered patrollers and moved out of the way. Even if they were close at hand, they could not detect them.
At the same time, Li Yan also noticed something fishy.
These Daoists were very vigilant, obviously on guard, and even fearful of something, but their attention was not on the outside, but on looking at the various halls.
All the halls are locked with iron chains.
It was pitch black, and it seemed like there was some monster hidden inside...
Soon, they came to the Doumu Hall.
Li Yan frowned and stopped.
I saw a towering altar standing on the bluestone square outside the Doumu Hall.
He has seen many Dharma altars. Each Dharma lineage has its own unique shape that matches the secret method of the sect.
But something is obviously wrong with the one in front of me.
The altar is more than five feet high, and the logs are fixed with thick iron nails and tied with red silk.
These logs formed eighty-one steps, going straight to the top of the altar, with dense text engraved on them:
In the past, Azure Heaven, Azure Sky Empty Song, Great Floating Black Earth. Being saved by Yuanshi, the immeasurable top grade, Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning, should be said to be a classic...
This is <Scripture of Salvation>, which is common in Daoism.
But these scriptures are written upside down and ooze with coldness.
On the other three sides of the altar, there are huge fairy scrolls hanging, with a rolling river and an old dragon tearing at the little dragon.
At this moment, Yang Chenghua suddenly held down his shoulders and pointed with his finger above the altar, Attendant's seven huge Lotus Lamp.
"Look at the handle."
Yang Chenghua reminds you coldly.
Li Yan looked carefully and found that the position of the Big Dipper had also been rotated, and the lamp flame was a strange dark green color.
Crackling!
whenever
The lanterns of Greedy Wolf's position exploded, and the doors and boats of the surrounding halls began to clatter and shake.
So that's it...
Li Yan immediately understood these Daoist plans.
The big dragon and the little dragon symbolize Jiang God Great Lord and Dragon Girl.
Qingyang Palace The purpose of these Daoists is to help Jiang God Great Lord regain the charm absorbed by Dragon Girl...
Yang Chenghua winked again and led him to the Three Purities Hall. Seeing that no one was around, he took Li Yan and jumped up to the brackets of the main hall, tore apart the carved windows and jumped in.
It was pitch black all around, but the two of them could see clearly.
But I saw that the statues of the Three Pure Ones above, together with Protector Divine General, were all wrapped in Yellow Talisman cloth into a cocoon shape and covered with cinnabar charms.
"Seal the divine orifice and cut off the incense."
Yang Chenghua frowned slightly, instinctively feeling disgusted.
He was thoughtful and brushed the talisman with his fingertips.
Wow!
The cloth suddenly shook violently, and dark red blood seeped out.
"These guys are crazy!"
Yang Chenghua said coldly, "They are using secret methods to blind the divine orifices, extract the divine power of incense, and supply it to the altar outside."
"If it succeeds, Qingyang Palace will have its roots broken..."
"Senior, is there any way to crack it?"
Li Yan quickly asked.
"Easy."
Yang Chenghua looked at the statue above and said seriously, "This is a forbidden technique. I have never learned it, but I know some about it."
"To extract the divine power of incense, you must use the method of confusing the gods. This method is not cheap. When breaking the method, as long as you tear off these forbidden talismans at the same time, those bullshit will definitely suffer the backlash."
"Remember, it must be at the same time. No matter how high we are, there are only two of us. We must find more people to help."
"No rush."
Li Yan thought thoughtfully, "If we do it now, we might scare them off guard. Now that we know the weakness, Qingyang Palace Flower Festival will catch them off guard again when we are fifteen."
After finding out the reason, the two left along the secret passage.
"You go first."
As soon as he left the secret passageway of the Scattering Flower Pavilion teahouse, Yang Chenghua suddenly said, "I will stay in this teahouse. If you need anything, come find me here."
"Just follow the senior's opinion."
Li Yan didn't talk nonsense, turned around and said goodbye.
When he was about to go out, he inadvertently turned his head and took a look.
But I saw Yang Chenghua sitting at the table, pouring and drinking in front of the portrait, looking very lonely.
At this moment, Li Yan suddenly no longer envied him.
Although Yang Chenghua is the reincarnation of Erlang Zhenjun and is destined to become a god, he has been separated from the mortal world since he was a child and has missed too much.
Everyone wants something in this life.
What you ask for is what you never get...
Dujiangyan, The night is as dark as ink.
The bright moon shines brightly, and hundreds of red lanterns float on the river.
More than 30 canoe boats were moored staggered at the main fork of the Minjiang River, with their masts undulating and the pine flames hanging from the bows burning the water into golden scales.
There were many shadows on the deck High Person, and the shouts and shouts of cargo being transported floated intermittently in the river breeze, creating a lively scene.
On the high mountains in the distance, figures flashed out from the woods, most of them wearing Daoist robes and carrying sharp swords.
The people from Qingcheng Mountain finally arrived at Dujiangyan...