Those years when I practiced Taoism in the magic capital

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During the day, Zhang Qingyun withdrew the formation.

Lie on the recliner and read the Taoist scriptures, and feel the Dao in the Taoist scriptures.

The scriptures are the direct reflection of the Daoist Patriarch's own understanding of the Dao. Zhang Qingyun gradually understands that there is the Dao in the Daoist scriptures. Unfortunately, before his master forced him to recite the Daoist scriptures, he still resisted.

"If I had recited it carefully before, I might have become enlightened long ago."

This idea is not very realistic. Taoist scriptures are not just recitation, but enlightenment.

Zhang Qingyun occasionally raised his head and looked towards the third floor, at the window on the third floor, Yu Wenjian, who was always sneaky in the past, did not know if he had changed his sex today, and he never showed his head.

Immediately, Zhang Qingyun stopped caring about him.

At night, Zhang Qingyun opened his eyes from comprehending the talisman: "It's been a long time since I caught the talisman."

In my mind, the talismans are like the stars in the universe, shining brightly and densely, filling the sea of ​​consciousness. Unfortunately, I don't know if it is because of the lack of realm, but I just can't catch them.

At midnight, Zhang Qingyun stretched out his hand and made a move, and the female ghost floated out of the formation: "Master Taoist."

It was so comfortable inside that formation, and the female ghost was enjoying it, but she was a little unhappy to be summoned out suddenly.Zhang Qingyun stretched out his hand and pointed, and a talisman landed between the female ghost's eyebrows: "Tonight, I will send you into the dreams of those people, and through their mouths, tell your grievances, and arrest those who killed you."

There was a hint of sadness in the female ghost's eyes.

This female ghost has no hatred, no resentment, only sadness. This Zhang Qingyun is a little strange.

Shouldn't one be so angry and full of resentment when one is killed?
Zhang Qingyun didn't ask any more questions, and stretched out his hand, and the female ghost fell onto a jade talisman on the fishhook.

Control the fishhook and throw it into the basin.

The fishhook suddenly appeared in a residential area, following the induction of the tracking symbol, it landed on the fifth floor window of a suburban residential area.

In the bedroom on the fifth floor, the curtains opened automatically, Zhang Qingyun moved his mind, and the talisman turned into a green light, falling into the dream of the sleeping man.

The dream of the middle-aged man turned out to be a small workshop. The middle-aged man and several other people were processing waste oil.

"Tsk tsk."

The middle-aged man smiled all over his face: "We made three billion in one night, and now we are rich."

Sure enough, in a dream, I dare to think about anything.

The richest man in the world doesn't dare to say that he made [-] billion overnight.

In reality, middle-aged men may not even dare to think about it.

"Wait until this matter is understood, these few waste oil producers should also be punished."

Zhang Qingyun pondered, when the time comes to observe their fortunes and misfortunes, those who should be punished will still be punished: "Poverty, now I am the judge of the world"

Pushing the female ghost, the scene in front of her changed suddenly.

The small workshop is gone, but in a mass grave.

Those few people disappeared, leaving only the middle-aged man.

"Li Yuanhua!"

The female ghost suddenly appeared next to the middle-aged man: "I'm so wronged to die."

Li Yuanhua was almost frightened into a fool: "Ghost."

It's just that he was in a dream, and his body couldn't move at all.

Isn't this female ghost the one he picked up when he was fishing for gutter oil that day?

Li Yuanhua's endocrine was running at super speed, and the bed in reality was wet a lot.

The female ghost began to cry: "I was a laborer, and I met him in this city."

"But he doesn't seek to make progress, has a changeable personality, and is very caring. I just fell in love with him."

The female ghost's cheeks were full of red tears, scarlet like blood: "His name is Zhang Conglong, and he works as a chef in the restaurant where you fish the waste oil. Half a year ago, when I came home from get off work, I saw him lying with another woman. bed."

"They brutally beat me to death, mutilated my body, and threw me into the sewer. My soul was trapped, and I couldn't even reincarnate."

"You have to help me clear my grievances, or I won't let you go!"

The female ghost's expression was strange, and Li Yuanhua almost fainted.

"what are you doing?"

In the bedroom, Li Yuanhua's wife was woken up, watching Li Yuanhua struggling on the bed, yelling, "Ghost."

"Snapped"

Li Yuanhua's wife woke Li Yuanhua up with a slap: "What the hell are you still wetting the bed?"

"Hoohoo."

Li Yuanhua was gasping for breath, drenched in cold sweat: "It's so scary."

Seeing his wife's angry face, Li Yuanhua recounted the gutter oil fishing and the dream just now.Li Yuanhua's wife pondered for a while, her anger dissipated, and a trace of panic appeared on her face: "You call a few other people and see if they are right"

Just as he was about to make a call, a video was sent to his phone.

Turning on the video, several people were full of panic: "That female ghost, gave me a dream!"

Several people said this sentence in unison, and in an instant, the five people froze, feeling cold all over.

During the daytime the next day, Zhang Qingyun controlled Fu Niao and flew to the place where Li Yuanhua and others fished for gutter oil yesterday.

A man and a woman, carrying silver bracelets, were escorted by the police to identify the scene. Some forensic doctors were salvaging the sewer, and there was a pile of bones on the ground.
This matter was satisfactorily resolved.

The murderer couldn't be caught, Li Yuanhua and others, because they helped solve the case, but because they made gutter oil, they surrendered themselves, and they couldn't escape from prison for a few years.

In the Taoist temple, Zhang Qingyun felt a warm current rushing through his body, and was finally absorbed by the little bell: "Hey, you can eat ready-made."

"The number is quite a lot, close to five hundred."

The source of these merits is that Li Yuanhua and others were captured: "It seems that the punishment for them has been completed. I wanted to give them a few explosive charms."

"Sending a female ghost into reincarnation at night, how much merit can I get?"

Thinking of one hundred thousand merits and one bell, the excitement in Zhang Qingyun's heart disappeared: "It's too dark."

Although the ringing of the bell can clearly understand the Dao, the merit is not good.

Control Fu Niao, return to the Taoist temple, and when he returned to the door of the Taoist temple, Zhang Qingyun was taken aback: "This old man"

On the left hand side in front of the Taoist temple, Yu Wenjian actually made a sugar figurine, and surrounded many people to buy it.

"This old man has a lot of skills."

Zhang Qingyun looked at Yu Wenjian who was blowing a sugar figurine, and rolled his eyes: "Do you want to do business smoothly and peek at the secrets of the Taoist temple here?"

Yu Wenjian no longer peeped through the window, but came to the gate of the Taoist temple.

This old man is still the kind of existence of wisdom and light. He is not only smart, but also quite discerning. He will find any clues in the Taoist temple: "This old man is here, and some secrets of the poor will be discovered."

Controlling the bird to return to the Taoist temple, Zhang Qingyun tied a talisman seal on the bird's leg, and the bird flew into the air and landed on the window sill on the second floor of the opposite store, watching Yu Wenjian make sugar figurines.

Sugar figurine is a kind of artwork, folk art.

The sugar figurine is a work of art made out of sucrose or maltose and needs to be inflated. Yu Wenjian carefully held a Monkey King shape, and said to a child with a smile: "My child, your Monkey King is almost ready. "

The child was full of excitement and nodded frequently: "Make my Monkey King more beautiful!"

Yu Wenjian smiled and said, "The children must be satisfied."

Surrounded by more than a dozen people, they are also full of curiosity about this kind of folk art.

There were also quite a few people taking pictures with their mobile phones, Yu Wenjian not only didn't stop them, but sometimes put on an exaggerated pose. Obviously, this old man has a flamboyant personality and likes to be photographed.

The eyes are wide open on purpose, and the cheeks are bulging.

Then he exhaled, shook his head at the camera, and introduced the history of making sugar figurines.

After talking a lot, the child was not happy: "I can't wait, do it for me."

The adults next to the children also urged: "Master, stop explaining, and do it for us."

Yu Wenjian nodded.

Picking up the Monkey King, Yu Wenjian puffed up his cheeks, and began blowing on the sugar figure in the shape of Monkey King in his hand.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the sugar figure gradually swelled up.

In the Taoist temple, with Zhang Qingyun's thought, a bursting talisman silently merged into the inside of the sugar man.

It's just that when Wen Jian smiles and plays with the shape and blows at the camera, the moment Monkey King is about to take shape.

"boom"

Like firecrackers exploding, the sugar figurines shattered and splashed all around.
　There are a lot of great support, rewards and monthly tickets. I wrote them down in a notebook. I will make a list and release a single chapter. Thank you!
　　Regarding the building of some big groups, I mentioned it in the writer's words before, and if the big guys didn't respond, I didn't mention it again.

　　I don't know if I should create a group, I'm afraid of being slapped in the face, it's shameful that no one joins the group.

　　The third update is here, and there are two more updates to be released at night.

　　At that time, the face was hit by a high-altitude parabola, and a minor operation was performed. The stitches were removed long ago, but the wound was itchy. I went to the hospital today to have a look.So, take some time.

　　
　
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