Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Li Daoxuan separated many incarnations to look for Changle before, but until the incarnation's mana was exhausted, he could not find the trace of Changle.

When talking to Xuanzang just now, the ease and ease he showed was just pretending, he just didn't want him to worry about himself.

In fact, his first disciple, who was still the emperor's daughter, had an accident and disappeared without a trace, which made him worry.

For the little girl who always makes honey cakes for himself and smiles very happily when she sees him, Li Daoxuan still cares and loves her. If the other party encounters accidents because of him, then he will definitely have a bad conscience.

This is also the reason why he brought Xiaotian here. The dog's nose is very sensitive, and it is very good at tracking smells. According to legend, the God Erlang's Xiaotian dog can even do "the sky and the earth are boundless, tracking thousands of miles". Within the Three Realms, there is no smell. Can escape its nose!

This dog demon is also called Xiaotian. Although he can't reach that level, he may still be able to bring clues.

Xiaotian was naturally very concerned about what the immortal master ordered. He ran around the room, sniffing everywhere, and after confirming the smell of Changle, he walked out of the room and took a deep breath.

In an instant, countless scents exploded in its nostrils.

The smell of powder, the smell of grass, the smell of food, the smell of excrement and urine, the smell of feet, the smell of eunuchs...

vomit!
It opened its mouth and retched, obviously being heavily smoked.

A dog's nose has always been sensitive, and after becoming a demon queen, its sense of smell is greatly improved. If it is the smell of grass and trees, it will be fine, and even the smell will be magnified countless times in its nose. Under the hedge, the stamina can be imagined.

The seemingly majestic Tai Chi Palace, in Xiao Tian's nose, is like a big dye vat full of filth.

After a while, the asthma subsided.

"Wow - vomit, this stamina is really great!"

Xiaotian has lingering fears. After becoming the dog demon queen, in order to avoid being smoked to death, it usually automatically closes part of its sense of smell, and only opens it when it is needed.

"did you find it?"

Li Daoxuan asked.

Xiaotian smiled confidently, wagging his little tail quickly, and said: "Don't worry, Immortal Master, I dare not talk about other aspects. If you talk about smell, absolutely no one can escape my dog's nose!"

It proudly raised its short legs and ran towards a certain direction.

"Fairy master, follow up!"

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, he didn't expect that the dog demon he had casually enlightened in the past would be able to help him a lot today.

……

A moment later, one person and one dog had left Chang'an City and arrived at Shenheyuan, Ziwu Town.

Although this place is still within the scope of Chang'an, it is already very far away from Chang'an City, and the terrain is relatively remote, and there are not many people. Compared with the prosperity of Chang'an, it is simply two worlds.

Li Daoxuan saw that most of the people here were elderly people, or middle-aged people with vicissitudes of life, working in the fields with their children, and rarely saw young people.

Young and middle-aged people are often attracted by the prosperous Chang'an, and those with some means will try their best to live in the city. As time goes by, this place will naturally decline.

The children of the poor had long been in charge of the house. Li Daoxuan saw that some of the children had already gone to work in the fields, their bony bodies wielding sickles that were almost bigger than themselves, cutting the weeds in the field, putting them in the bamboo baskets behind them, and saving them to feed the cows.

This is not a special case, but the majority, and there are many children in other fields.

Different from later generations, the poorer the ancients were, the more they liked to have children, because the more children they had, the higher the probability that some of them would grow up alive and become a labor force.

At the age of seven or eight, he has already learned to work in the fields.

When they saw the gorgeously dressed Li Daoxuan, many children showed fear and curiosity in their eyes. They saw the clothes that were whiter than snow and softer than clouds, and their eyes were very envious.

Their own clothes were coarse sackcloth, and many of them ill-fitting and baggy, either from a brother or sister, or from their parents' old clothes.

Mo Dao's farm family doesn't study, and a piece of clothing is passed on for three generations.

"Woof, Master Immortal, we're here!"

Xiaotian stopped outside a Taoist temple in the south of Ziwu Town. The place is not big, but there are a lot of people queuing up, and the clothes are not ordinary people. They are dressed in brocade clothes, which is in stark contrast to the people in the fields before. .

Obviously, these are rich people from all over the world, and they rushed here specially.

"Azure Cloud View."

Li Daoxuan whispered the name of this Taoist temple, and his heart moved. This small Taoist temple must have something magical, otherwise, how could it attract so many rich people?
Xiaotian said via voice transmission: "Master Immortal, that little girl's scent has disappeared in this Taoist temple!"

Li Daoxuan nodded, and he calmly performed the technique of transformation, turning into a young man in brocade clothes holding a jade fan, with an elegant demeanor and a natural and unrestrained temperament.

"Brother, Yan Chixia, a scholar in the Lower Imperial College, came here to play. Seeing that there are so many people here, what's so interesting?"

He greeted a young man in Chinese clothes, trying to find out some news.

The man didn't want to pay attention to it, but after hearing the word Guozijian, after thinking about it, he decided to form a good relationship.

"This Taoist temple is very famous. There is a living god in it, who is best at fortune-telling and fortune-telling. Although the hexagrams are a little expensive, they are thorough and effective. That's why so many people come here to wait. .”

After a pause, he said again: "It's strange to say that this Taoist temple was originally unknown, and it was said that it was about to fall into ruins, but the master of the temple, Qing Yunzi, suddenly became enlightened, and was taught by an immortal. Watch the dead come back to life!"

Li Daoxuan's heart moved, the technique of divination and fortune-telling is extensive and profound, and there are different branches in it.

For example, Li Chunfeng is good at looking at Qi, Yuan Tiangang is good at touching bones, and his uncle Wu Dabao is good at reading palms. The technique of measuring characters is also a branch of it, which belongs to the "divination" category of Shan, Yi, Ming, Divination, Xiang, and Xuan.

If this industry is not a liar, it is a test of talent, and it is difficult for people without talent to master it.

For example, Li Daoxuan, his current Taoism is enough, but if he wants to learn the art of fortune-telling and divination, it may take a lot of time to get started without opening the hook.

Therefore, most of the claims that the immortals teach the Dharma once they are enlightened are mostly liars.

Li Daoxuan had a vague premonition that Changle's disappearance might be related to Qing Yunzi. In order not to startle the snake, he decided to line up to test the characters first.

This wait is half an hour.

Li Daoxuan finally saw that Qingyunzi.

The other party has a snow-white beard and is wearing a purple Taoist robe. He really looks like a fairy with a high personality. When he saw the brocade clothes on Li Daoxuan's body and the jade fan in his hand, he smiled slightly.

"My lord, what do you want to do here?"

Li Daoxuan looked at this Qing Yunzi, although the other party had a good grasp of his temperament, he still couldn't hide it from his eyes.

This person has only a faint trace of mana, not even in the early stage of bigu, he can only be regarded as a half-baked warlock level, let alone fortune-telling, even an ordinary evil spirit is enough to deal with.

People like this are actually the majority.

Ninety-nine out of ten people in this world have no cultivation qualifications, their spirituality is stagnant, their roots are dirty, and their cultivation is twice the result with half the effort. If others take one step, he has to take a hundred steps.

This Qing Yunzi was in such a situation. He practiced for a lifetime, but he was still indulging in lust and wealth. He looked elegant on the outside, but in fact his brain was full of fat and his bones were tainted.

"It's marriage."

Li Daoxuan pretended to be romantic and unrestrained, with the jade fan spread out, fanning his hair, like a handsome young man.

Qing Yunzi smiled slightly, pointed to the white paper and brush on the table, and said, "Then please write down any word, my lord, preferably the first word that comes to mind when you think about marriage."

Li Daoxuan was a little surprised and said, "Shouldn't we talk about the price first?"

Qing Yunzi smiled and said: "The poor Taoist is an outsider, and he doesn't value money and things very much. The fortune-telling here is just to pay off the favor owed in the previous life. When the cause and effect are paid off, you can raise Xia Ascension, rank among the immortals."

"Last life?"

"That's right, Pindao's previous life was Zhang Daoling, Zhang Tianshi, the founder of Longhu Mountain. The real Li Daoxuan who killed the evil Buddha a while ago is also my disciple and grandson. Now I am reincarnated to practice, just waiting for success. You can fly up immediately!"

"Young master, if you can come here, it means that you and Pindao have karma in the previous life. Since you have karma, it doesn't matter how much money you have."

Li Daoxuan's expression suddenly became very strange.

Do charlatans dare to say so much these days?

This person is well versed in the essence of deception, and understands that what is free is the most expensive.

Seeing Li Daoxuan's expression, Qing Yunzi smiled lightly, not panicking, he has used this set of rhetoric many times, and people who come here for the first time generally don't believe it easily.

But when he actually figured out the other party's life experience and secrets, the other party would immediately believe it. At that time, he only had to make up a catastrophe, and the other party would be terrified and willing to spend all their money.

Li Daoxuan didn't speak, he picked up the brush and wrote a word on the white paper - Qing.

The handwriting is chic and elegant, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Qing Yunzi smiled and said: "My lord, wait a moment, the method of the poor way of cultivation is quite special, you need to go to the secret room to calculate it alone, and no outsiders should disturb it, otherwise it may bring disaster to you."

After that, he took the paper and walked to the secret room at the back, closed and locked the door, and drew another curtain to prevent all prying eyes.

Li Daoxuan sneered, and silently opened his brows and sky eyes.

……

In the secret room, Qing Yunzi took the piece of paper with the word 'green' written on it, and came to a very old and dilapidated wardrobe.

The wardrobe was made of unknown material, and there were blood-colored mildew spots on it, and its shape was very strange, like an erected coffin, tightly wound by more than a dozen ink fountain threads.

These ink fountain threads were tied by Qing Yunzi himself, soaked in tea and rice water, which has the effect of suppressing ghosts and warding off evil spirits.

"Dong dong!"

Qing Yunzi gently knocked on the wardrobe door.

The next moment, a scalp-numbing scene appeared, and the wardrobe door was quietly opened a little. Looking inside, I felt extremely dark and profound, with an inexplicable coldness.

Qing Yunzi stuffed the paper in his hand through the slit.

In an instant, suction was generated, and the paper in Qing Yunzi's hand was pulled in by some force, as if someone was hiding in this weird wardrobe.

Then the wardrobe closed tightly.

Qingyunzi heaved a sigh of relief. Although he had cooperated with the ghost in this cabinet many times, every time he touched it, he still felt a chill down his back.

Not long after, the wardrobe began to tremble slightly, and blood flowed from the cracks.

Qing Yunzi was not afraid, he knew that it was the ghost hidden in the closet trying to calculate the marriage of that person, blood and vibrations were normal manifestations.

He obtained this wardrobe by accident, and found that there was some kind of ghost hidden in it, which could calculate yin and yang through handwriting and divination the future, so he used the power of this ghost to fabricate a lie that he was the reincarnation of a god.

Sure enough, within half a year, he became famous and made a lot of money!

Of course, driving ghosts is not without cost, but compared with the income, that cost is nothing to Qing Yunzi.

As time passed, Qing Yunzi gradually realized that something was wrong. According to past experience, the ghost in the cabinet should have calculated the marriage of the other party at this moment, and then told him with blood.

But at this moment, the vibration of the closet became louder and louder, and blood continued to seep from below, but it was still unable to form writing.

Roar!
A sharp and mournful cry suddenly sounded from the closet, the invisible sound wave shook the surrounding porcelain bottles to cracks, and made Qing Yunzi groan in pain, his eardrum seemed to be pierced by a silver needle, and strands of fresh blood flowed out.

He was startled and frightened, not knowing what was going on.

When this ghost was asked to tell fortunes before, it would react differently to different people, but at most the magnitude of the vibration was slightly larger, and it took a little longer. It had never had such a violent reaction.

It seems that the words on the paper touched some kind of taboo, causing the ghosts in the cabinet to suffer extremely serious backlash.

Click!

The wardrobe full of mold seemed to be overwhelmed, with cracks appearing, and what was even more strange, blood seeped from the cracks, as if it was not just a cabinet, but a life.

The blood had already flowed over Qing Yunzi's ankle, and now he was in a state of confusion, turning around and trying to run away.

However, with a bang, the closet suddenly opened, and the ink fountain thread wrapped outside did not work at all. A pair of dry and slender blue arms stretched out from the closet, grabbed Qing Yunzi's ankles, and quickly pulled him in.

In a blink of an eye, most of Qing Yunzi's body was inside. He grabbed both ends of the closet with his hands and struggled desperately.

"Help!"

He yelled desperately.

It seemed that God heard his cries for help, and a miracle really happened.

The locked door was suddenly pushed open, and a young gentleman wearing brocade clothes, silver crown and hair, holding a jade fan walked in. With calm eyes, he took a step forward.

The next moment, the bloody water under his feet dispersed automatically, revealing the clean ground.

In the void, a sharp voice faintly resounded, which seemed fierce, but actually revealed panic and fear.

The wardrobe, which had been stained red with blood, trembled even more violently.

"help me!!!"

Qing Yunzi's hands that were holding on to the cabinet door had already started to tremble, his veins were bulging, and he seemed to be unable to hold on anymore.

Li Daoxuan glanced at him, then stepped forward.

Whenever his footsteps fell, the surrounding blood would automatically disperse, like a fairy traveling, all evils will not invade, and lotus will grow every step of the way!
Seeing this scene, Qing Yunzi didn't know that he had met an expert, so he hurriedly shouted for help to Li Daoxuan.

Li Daoxuan walked up to him, restored his original face, looked down at him condescendingly, and said indifferently: "Aren't you the reincarnation of my ancestor? Why do you want me, my disciple and grandson, to come and save me?"

Qing Yunzi's spirit was shaken, and only then did he realize that he had met Li Zhenren, and at the same time he was ashamed and hopeful.

"I was wrong, I was a liar, I was talking nonsense before, real people save me!"

Li Daoxuan sighed softly, and said: "If I knew today, why bother? If my guess is right, you should have fed this ghost and eaten living people, and more than once."

As soon as the words fell, Qing Yunzi finally couldn't hold on anymore and was caught in the closet.

boom!boom!
There was a knocking sound from the closet, but soon the sound became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

The wardrobe returned to calm again. After devouring a person, the cracks on it seemed to be much less, and the blood on the ground quickly shrank back.

Li Daoxuan looked at it quietly, with an indifferent expression, and a little golden light shone in the eyes between his brows.

"Now, I ask, you answer."

Thank you Song Bingshu for the two hundred rewards, and thank you for the one hundred rewards that passed away, so heartfelt!