In the troubled times of the ten directions, the Martial Saint in the world!

Chapter 104 Yellow Turban Warrior! ! !

Linchuan Prefecture is located in the central part of Qingzhou.

Because it is on the verge of the Lancang River, it is a land of fish and rice, with thousands of hectares of fertile land.

Therefore, the first emperor bestowed the name Linjiang Mansion, and later changed the name to Linchuan Mansion to avoid taboo!
Because the former emperor practiced here when he was young, and then competed in the world, took down the empress of the Southern Chen Dynasty, and created the prosperity of the Tai Sui Dynasty.

Therefore, Taoist sects are prosperous in Linchuan Prefecture, and incense is flourishing!

And because the first emperor once issued three oral orders and bestowed them on Baiyun Temple, which established its transcendent status!

Not only rich merchants often visit the door to invite incense, but also dignitaries from Qingzhou Prefecture make a special trip to visit.

Over time, Baiyun Temple has become the leader of Linchuan Prefecture, and there is a vague trend of annexation and expansion.

Even if there were some things that violated the law, the people in the court turned a blind eye.

After all, those three oral instructions are still engraved on the stone tablet of Baiyun Temple.

Even Secretary Xuan Jing didn't want to be uncomfortable!
Today's Baiyun Temple not only has an endless stream of incense, but also has thousands of Taoist temples and tens of thousands of buildings in Washington!

According to the legend of Linchuan Mansion, the owner of the Baiyun Temple is a man of great cultivation.

Not only has a transcendent cultivation base, but also can control a golden-armored god named "Yellow Turban Warrior"!

If you are destined, you will be able to gain the attention of the temple master, and even more so, you will be able to wait for the immortal road in the body of a mortal, and become a yellow scarf warrior!
Today, the annual Xuanmen Conference is approaching.

Those who are destined can be selected as Taoist disciples, become disciples of Taoist priests, and what's more, they can become yellow scarf fighters.

Joining Baiyun Temple, this is the long-cherished wish of countless people in Linchuan Prefecture!

So is Wang Lin!

He never imagined that a certain Taoist priest actually accepted him as a disciple.

Wearing a long robe, Wang Lin looked at himself in the bronze mirror with a smirk.

He has a younger brother who studies outside.

If you come back and see yourself in the robes of Baiyun Temple, you will be very surprised, right?
"Soon, I can become a Qi Refiner!"

Fantasizing about the future, Wang Lin walked out of the room intoxicated.

Although it was still early in the day, but because the meeting was approaching, they were worried that someone would make trouble, so the priests were very strict.

From time to time, guards holding long swords passed by, and the huge Baiyun Temple was shrouded in solemnity.

"Brother Wen, are you there?"

Wang Lin lightly knocked on the door next door twice, thinking of going for a walk around the city with his senior brother.

He patted himself suddenly, and laughed at himself, "Why did I forget! Senior Brother Wen was lucky enough to be chosen as a Yellow Turban Wrestler. Why is he still here?"

Brother Wen, started three days earlier than him.

It is said that when the elder saw Brother Wen, his eyes lit up!
"Comparing people to people, it's maddening."

Wang Lin sighed, and walked towards the door on his own.

Suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, and quickly waved: "Senior Brother Li..."

Brother Li is an old man of Baiyun temple, and the deep temple master and several elders hold him in high esteem.

Now in Baiyun Temple, it is even more about managing the job assignments of newcomer disciples.

Wang Lin has always thought that he can curry favor with him, and then he will be assigned a lucrative job.

However, Senior Brother Li seemed to have never heard of it.

He looked around cautiously, and walked straight towards the back mountain.

Wang Lin noticed that not only Senior Brother Li, but also several elders went straight to the back mountain, and they were all very careful.

"Could it be that there is something important going on in the back mountain?"

Wang Lin felt hot in his heart.

Those are all important figures in Baiyun Temple, if you can get acquainted with each other, even if you do it, it would be good.

The more he thought about it, the hotter he got, Wang Lin tiptoed along behind the elders, quite cautiously.

Only then did he notice.

There are many bright red marks on the ground of the back mountain.

Slightly fishy.

Straight ahead is a courtyard.

In the shade of the trees, it looks rather gloomy.

The gate was closed, and the strong smell of incense came along with the low voice of chanting.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun..."

Wang Lin chanted the Taoist name softly, licked his fingers slightly wet, and lightly pierced the paper window.

beyond his expectations.

In this courtyard, there are surprisingly many people.

The three elders, as well as several senior brothers in charge, are all there!

They surrounded the city in front of the Taoist Hall, chanting scriptures.

Everyone has a bright red magic weapon at hand!
Either refining human bones, or pouring human blood!

There are even a few bloody heads, which are quietly placed next to the lotus throne in the center!
Weird and eerie!
Wang Lin desperately suppressed his heartbeat and breathing.

He wanted to leave, but his legs seemed to be filled with mercury, making it difficult to move!

"Crack-"

The deep friction sound came from far and near.

Two tall senior brothers walked out of the Taoist hall.

Wang Lin recognized them.

This is the senior brother who teaches newcomers the law and helps manage the punishment hall at the same time!

The sound of rubbing approached.

A figure was dragged out!

It turned out to be Senior Brother Wen!

Wang Lin covered his mouth, almost screaming.

Senior Brother Wen at this moment is still somewhat human.

His body was mottled, his eyes were hollow and dark.

Wang Lin saw with his own eyes that Senior Brother Li, who had always been extremely kind, just so slowly corrected the posture of "Senior Brother Wen", stood upright in the center of the lotus throne, and stuffed two blood-colored crystal objects into the dark cave. middle.

"rise!"

The three elders all let out a low growl, and there was a formula in their hands to change!

The door of the Dao Temple is open!

What caught Wang Lin's eyes was a blood-colored pool.

It exudes heat, and you can see corpses floating in it while rolling.

The red-gold hot liquid flew up from the thick pool and landed on "Senior Brother Wen".

In an instant, there was the sound of skin being torn apart.

A golden Dharma protector stands dignifiedly!
"This, this is the 'Yellow Turban Warrior'?"

Wang Lin was scared out of his wits, tried his best to control his steps, and walked towards the rear.

When exiting the range of the back mountain, Fei Ye ran towards the house as if.

The gate of the courtyard was pushed open.

When Senior Brother Li walked through the shade of the tree, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The grass on the ground seems to be a little sunken!

Could it be that?
He suddenly turned his head and his eyes fell on the paper window.

A small hole, very clear.

Aim at the direction of the Dao Temple!
Senior Brother Li's expression was instantly gloomy and cold.

He suddenly remembered.

When I went to the back mountain, it seemed that a newcomer disciple had greeted me.

Perhaps, he saw who was following behind him?
what do you say that is?

"Wang Lin!"

Wang Sheng, who was still carrying the bookcase on his back, was a little excited: "I didn't expect that Brother Chen, your direction is actually Linchuan Mansion. My elder brother is over there!"

Chen Xiu smiled lightly: "Yes. However, you are so courageous that even a scholar dares to come out."

At this moment, he has already taken off the Shura nirvana and put it between his clothes.

He even put on a light-colored strong suit, which has the taste of a young hero in the Jianghu.

"Hey, I didn't meet any villains. In the middle, I was accompanied by the lord of the Xuanjing Division, and no villains dared to come."

Wang Sheng sighed with some regret: "It's a pity, my lord, you have gone to the White Tiger Sect, so you can't go with us."

Chen Xiu smiled and remained silent.

In the inn, he wrote a letter to Wang Sheng from the trust shop waiter.

Let him mistakenly think that he has left.

Then change your clothes and go with him in the name of "Chen Mo".

"Brother Chen, there is an inn over there. Why don't we go eat something?" Wang Sheng rubbed his stomach, a little embarrassed.

Chen Xiu raised his head slightly, showing a sneer: "Okay."

There is no village in front and no shop behind.

In the middle of the mountain, dozens of miles are deserted.

But there is an inn, which is open leisurely.

(End of this chapter)