I want to embrace the moon for nine days

The Dongyue Temple hosted by Fuxing Taoist is not too small.

In addition to the courtyard that Su Hanshan saw, there is also a large square in front of the hall to the south of the hall dedicated to the three bronze-bodied golden statues of Emperor Dongyue, with fences, old trees, pavilions, and There is an incense burner.

On the east and west sides of the square, there are side halls for the gods and generals who accompany the worshippers.

On the south side of the square, there is a tall screen wall, and outside the screen wall is a stage. On the east and west sides of the stage, there are two rows of houses, with different names such as bookstores and tea rooms, but they are all engaged in the cigarette business.

During the day, Dongyue Temple welcomes guests and conducts business in the short street in front of the stage. There are nearly twenty rooms on both sides.

Of course, such a large place cannot be supported by just two people, Fuxing Laodao and Lao Ding.

In the early years, Fuxing Lao Tao had more than a dozen apprentices and more than 20 handymen like Lao Ding.

It's just that today is the thirty-year-old birthday of Taoist Shouguan, the top disciple of Fuxing Taoism.

Since the evening, everyone from Dongyue Temple went to the Hongyun Restaurant on West Street to cheer up.

After all, Mr. Fuxing was an elder. If he had been there all the time, he would have been afraid that the juniors would not be able to let him go. He was fat and could not bear to sit for long periods of time, and he was thinking about the big cigarette at home, so he left early.

Lao Ding had something secret in his heart, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to escort the old Taoist Fuxing back.

Then there was the scene Su Hanshan saw.

After Su Hanshan captured these two people and interrogated a lot about the background of this world and the current situation in Songjiang Mansion, he also noticed that a large group of people were talking loudly, entered the Dongyue Temple, and were passing in front of the stage. The short street is going to bypass the main hall and enter the courtyard behind.

With a thought in Su Hanshan's mind, except for the chair he was sitting on, the ice that sealed the entire room automatically disintegrated, leaving only the cool air flowing away.

Taoist Shouguan and his group had just walked around from the west corridor of the main hall to the backyard when they felt a cold wind blowing against them.

Originally, everyone was so drunk that their eyes and ears were burning, their faces were flushed, and their heads were sweating profusely. But when the cold wind blew, they didn't feel cold, but felt much more awake.

"Oh, why is there a big hole in the old host's door?"

A tall, thin man pointed to the residence of Taoist Fuxing and called out.

Taoist Shouguan took a closer look and saw two kneeling figures faintly through the big hole. He was suddenly startled and the smell of alcohol disappeared.

Before he could ask aloud, the two figures had already climbed up and opened the door.

One is the old abbot of Dongyue Temple, and the other is the leader of the group of thugs. However, they are both in a mess at the moment. After opening the door, they stand on both sides of the door, like two janitors.

"Shou Quan!"

Taoist Fuxing opened his mouth and had thousands of thoughts running through his mind. However, recalling the feeling of the unknown curse just now, he finally dared not have any chance of escaping.

"Lao Ding and I have committed many evil deeds over the years and have committed many sins. We just repented and gave away the Dongyue Temple and decided to work under the new abbot to atone for our sins. Why don't you come and see the new abbot soon?!"

He tried hard to look majestic and put on the airs of a veteran host.

But as soon as the words were spoken, there was no response.

There was no fool in this group. Seeing this scene, they didn't know that the old host was being coerced.

But at this time, whether to swarm the thieves and hack them to death, to really change their masters, or to scatter the trees and scatter them, someone has to get the regulations.

Everyone looked at Taoist Shouguan.

Taoist Shouguan, when the master just stood up and opened the door, could tell that Taoist Fuxing had been stabbed in the back first, and then beaten and vomited blood, so he had a suspicion in his mind.

"Ha ha!"

Taoist priest Shouguan laughed out loud, "Friends in the room, I don't know how you managed to control Lao Ding and my master, but I guess the method was not aboveboard."

"Songjiang Mansion is a mixed bag. Even though it looks prosperous on the outside, it is very chaotic secretly. If you are interested in the Dongyue Temple industry, you can use your money and skills to participate."

He walked forward while talking, his steps were slow and his footsteps were heavy, like a drunken man.

"But if you think you can run this place by yourself with just a few extorted land deeds and paper information, that's too fanciful."

Su Hanshan was sitting on the ice chair, indeed holding a booklet in his hand. He was flipping through it. He didn't even raise his head when he heard this, and said calmly: "Fuxing, Ding Xianshui, it seems that you two, although you are nominally the leaders here, , in terms of prestige, it is not as good as this longevity..."

Before he finished speaking, Taoist Shouguan suddenly leaned forward and darted into the house.

In today's climate, no matter what your background is, if someone wants to socialize, build relationships, and have friendships with those foreign compradors, country gentry, and wealthy businessmen after their family business becomes big, they must pay attention to their own identity.

The menial tasks of greeting people, sending away thieves, and breaking up households to collect debts are definitely not things that decent gentlemen should do themselves.

If someone starts a family and still does these things himself, no one will praise you for your ability, hard work, and shrewdness. They will only think that you are willing to be humble and ashamed of others.

It is precisely for this reason that Dongyue Temple has hired so many handymen in recent years.

In fact, when it comes to martial arts, even if Lao Ding and the other handymen were put on top of him, it would not be enough for Taoist Shouguan to beat him with one hand, even if he were put on top of Taoist Fuxing himself.

As he leaned forward, the soles of his feet did not touch the threshold, but where he passed, the iron-wood threshold that was as solid as a rock had been cut in half by the invisible force of the sword.

Su Hanshan felt this aura and couldn't help but raise his eyes.

The ancestor of Dongyue Temple handed down a set of sword techniques known as the "Eighteen Pans of Mount Tai". It is said that a senior expert in the Ming Dynasty created it after observing the eighteen most dangerous mountain roads in Mount Tai.

The plank road winds up the mountain. At the steepest and most urgent point, the person behind you can only see the soles of the shoes of the person before you. If the person in front of you dares to turn around, you can only see the top of the head of the person behind you.

When I first started practicing this kind of sword technique, I only dared to use wooden sticks, because the sword movement had too many close-to-body movements.

Once you have mastered the skill, you have to use a steel knife and practice bare-chested. Often, after practicing a set of knife skills, the hair on your back and legs will all be swept away by the blade.

After you have mastered this kind of knife skills, you can hide the knife close to your body and use the backhand to issue the knife. In the flash of the knife, you can cut a human hair into eight pieces.

Taoist Shouguan's sword had been trained to this level a year ago.

But his knife skills are good and his knife is even better!

It was a five-foot broadsword, usually slung across his back in a bag wrapped in coarse cloth.

The whole knife is five feet long, and the handle is one foot long. It is as thick as a goose egg and slightly curved like a pine root.

On the guard of the knife is a black box half a foot square, which looks quite heavy.

The blade is about a palm wide and is covered with black paint. At first glance, the blade is round and blunt, and the blade is thick but not sharp at all.

There is also a chain that protrudes from the black box guard, is inlaid and bites along the blade, bypasses the round blunt head, and is then inlaid and hung along the back of the knife, seamlessly stitched together, and returned to the black box.

But when Taoist Shouguan took out his sword, the thick and blunt sword suddenly erupted into a buzzing sound.

The chain embedded in the edge of the blade moved at a terrifying speed.

The steel wheel in the black box guard drives the entire chain to rotate, forming a sharp edge that can cut steel.

When a person's internal power is conveyed through this high-speed rotating chain, it also forms a chaotic, tearing and destructive edge.

In this case, if something hits the blade chain, whether it is thousand-year-old iron wood or hundred-refined steel, it will naturally end up being turned into debris.

But even if someone wants to hit the blade sideways, they will still encounter those confusing blade energy edges.

"Chainsaw?"

Su Hanshan just raised his eyes and looked at the knife with a strange look that was somewhat familiar and surprising.

Just looking at it, Taoist Shouguan's entire body had stopped halfway.

He felt that all the scenery around him was covered with a layer of icy blue.

Even the light air seemed to have turned into eternal ice, imprisoning the entire room, leaving no room for him to move.

"What sorcery?!!"

Taoist Shouguan was shocked and suddenly realized that his master might not have been caught after a sneak attack.

But he has already drawn the sword, and there is no room for recovery, so he can only go one way to the end.

Fortunately, although his body was restrained and the knife was not swung down, the blade chain was still rotating.

His lower abdomen and heart area emitted strong light, which even shone through the surface of his clothes. It represented that all his skills were violently activated in an instant, pouring into the "treasure sword" and accelerating it.

The black box handguard and chain made a roaring noise, causing a large number of cracks to spread in the icy blue air. Taoist Shouguan suddenly drew his knife, and the shadow of the knife flew. He used a chain saw sword like a big black butterfly, flying close to his body.

In an instant, eighteen sword shadows shot out from all over his body, from his shoulders, waist, and legs, shattering the seven-wheel barrier of black ice that restricted the surrounding areas of his body.

Taoist Shouguan roared loudly, and all the sword shadows condensed into one.

The black blade was so dark at this moment, so black, so black, so black.

Because the sword was swung so fast, the entire blade seemed to be stretched, leaving an image in the air that was bent by the huge force.

What about black magic? !

When religious sects in various places were revolting, I don't know how many people claimed to know how to use magic, but when they were splashed with black dog's blood and the menstrual cloth was thrown away, the magic was broken.

The senior brothers and sisters who can truly sit on the altar are invulnerable and can kill heads in the yamen, all because of their superb martial arts.

Even if you know some magic, but at such a close distance, the magic is broken, how can you stop this invincible overseas magic sword? !
Click! ! !
Su Hanshan raised his right hand and grabbed the chain saw that was coming at an angle.

The moment the boy's fleshy palm with a thin callus came into contact with the blade of the chain saw, an extremely bright fire seemed to flash through it.

The wildly rotating blade chain suddenly stopped, and the roaring black box guard also suddenly lost its sound. Only the place where the blade and the chain connected was emitting high-temperature green smoke.

Taoist Shouguan's vision, which had been dazzled by the bright light, gradually recovered, but he felt as if he was blind and saw a scene that he could not accept.

This sword was a reward he received from Songjiang Prefect.

In the capital workshop of the Netherlands, this kind of sword was developed only three years ago. According to Western timekeeping, it is not difficult to make a blade chain with a speed of less than 5,000 per minute.

However, if the rotation speed exceeds 10,000, the requirements for the black box handguard are extremely high, requiring powerful craftsmen to hammer and manufacture them by hand.

The knife obtained by Taoist Shouguan has a rotation speed of nearly 20,000 per minute. In addition to the built-in energy source, it is more suitable for being propelled by internal force. The entire Netherlands' annual output does not exceed 500.

He couldn't imagine that one day someone would grab the "blade" with bare hands when the knife was rotating at its highest speed.

Just when he was stunned, Su Hanshan grabbed the chain saw and kicked him in the chest.

Taoist priest Shouquan shot it backwards.

As soon as the Taoist thugs in the yard saw the eldest brother barging in with his sword drawn, the room seemed to be stimulated by some bright light, and the eldest brother flew out again.

The two Taoist priests standing at the front had no time to dodge and were hit by Taoist Shouguan, sending them flying to the left and right.

What they felt was not as simple as being hit by a heavy object, but as if there was a surging force like a wave pouring from the senior brother to the two of them.

So, when they bumped into others, these forces were distributed to others.

One collided with two, two collided with four, and four collided with eight. The flying routes were all very clever, and they all flew up in the blink of an eye.

dong dong dong dong dong! !
Su Hanshan only kicked out one person, but he knocked all the people standing in the yard away and hit the back door and the back wall of the main hall of the temple one after another.

Their bodies were pressed against the wall. For a moment, they felt that the surging force was still driving their bodies and squeezing the wall.

Thanks to the strength of the wall, after a while, these people's bodies slowly slid down the wall.

Everyone's limbs seemed to be in pieces. They couldn't even move their throats and jaws, and they couldn't make a sound.

There was dead silence in the courtyard.

"Drag them to the door, and I'll put a spell on them all later."

Taoist Fuxing and Lao Ding heard the order in the room and hurried forward to drag people away.

The first person Taoist Fuxing dragged was his most proud disciple.

He looked at this proud disciple, but his eyes were a little complicated now.

Not to mention whether Shou Quan could kill the people in the room, he was so decisive just now, and he didn't think about what if the other party gave his master some unique secret medicine?
Did this kid not consider this, or did he do it on purpose?
snort! Anyway, he will be cursed by that person.

In the room, Su Hanshan was looking at the chainsaw in his hand.

He didn't really use his fleshy palm to catch the chain saw.

Even if his arms have completed the tempering of the true form stage, he has no interest in testing whether the skin on his palm or the blade of the chain saw is stronger.

He gathered a strong force in his palm, and the moment he grabbed the chain saw, his force was poured into the entire chain saw, stopping the engine from running simultaneously.

Otherwise, if he grabs it hard, the entire blade chain will be blown into pieces, and the engine will be damaged. How can it be preserved intact?
Su Hanshan is still a little curious about this special electric saw that does not loosen its internal force when rotating at high speed, but can instead become more chaotic and lethal.

But he soon discovered that this was not actually a chainsaw.

Inside the black box handguard, in addition to the engine, there is another chamber that contains a clear liquid, which is not like any kind of fuel that Su Hanshan knew in his previous life.

After putting a spell on those people and letting them experience the feeling of a spell attack.

The first question Su Hanshan asked Shouquan was about these fuels.

"This is an explosive that looks like water and oil. It is said that it can react with most types of Qi, turning it from an explosive that explodes when exposed to fire, into a continuous and stable fuel."

After seeing the scene of holding the chain saw with his bare hands, Shouquan was a little dazed, and experienced the spell again. Now he looked at Su Hanshan with awe, searching his guts, and answered everything he knew.

"The original thing is said to be a wandering doctor named Xu in the late Ming Dynasty. He published a book about the sun for a white nun on the territory of foreigners. Then he was hunted down by Nestorian knights. A large group of them were there. When escaping to Wanguo Island, he invented this kind of gunpowder and killed his pursuers. "

"Emperor Tianqi of the Ming Dynasty obtained this formula and wanted to use it to counterattack Manchuria. He secretly made it in the capital. However, it was destroyed by Manchurian masters and caused a big explosion. When he tried to make it again during the Chongzhen period, he no longer knew the formula."

"It was also during the chaos in the world in the past few decades. I don't know which ancient tomb was excavated and spread out. Various forces have made improvements."

"Only Dutch people make the best quality water-dynamite used in chain saws. If I run out of it, I have to ask the prefect's office to buy it."

Su Hanshan asked with great interest: "I heard from Fuxing that under the prefect, except for the soldiers who are wandering around, the real elite are the eight hundred gunmen and the three hundred swordsmen. The so-called three hundred swordsmen can't Are they all using this kind of 'treasure sword'?"

"Exactly."

Shou Quan quickly added, "But when it comes to sword skills, among the three hundred swordsmen, no one except the three generals can defeat me in a single fight."

"Your martial arts..."

Su Hanshan put the chain saw aside and picked up the booklet.

Only then did Shouguan see clearly that the booklet was not an account book, but the inner text of Dongyue Temple's inner strength "Yanghou Danding Neiwen".

"Have you cultivated to the level of Zhongdantian?"

Su Hanshan already knew that the martial arts in this world did not pay attention to the tempering ladder, but it was also different from the methods in the Southern Song Dynasty.

After they developed the Qi Sea in Dantian, their internal energy was refined and purified, filling all the limbs and meridians. The next step was to develop the middle Dantian, also known as Kaijiang Palace.

The lower Dantian is used to refine the energy and miscellaneous energy, turning it into mellow internal strength; the middle Dantian is used to refine the vital energy of the heart and blood, which is turned into strong internal strength.

According to Su Hanshan's speculation and verification just now, at the level of Zhongdantian, the combat power is already comparable to that of the Heavenly Ladder.

After the middle Dantian is strong and perfect, it is time to open up the Dantian to refine the subconscious spirit and turn it into mysterious inner strength.

Su Hanshan still doesn't know whether the Upper Dantian can be equivalent to the entire true form realm.

The Dongyue Temple practice only records the realm of the upper Dantian. The founder had little knowledge and had only heard about higher realms. He mentioned it briefly and called it Yuye Huandan.

According to Taoist Fuxing's knowledge, the four major forces that fought in Songjiang Mansion all had masters of rejuvenating elixirs.

"Three major dantian... jade liquid returns elixir..."

"I haven't even reached the ultimate realm of true form yet. You only give me half a year to learn the secrets that may be related to the mysterious fetus. You really look down on me."

Su Hanshan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, thinking endlessly in his mind, but his eyes showed a bright fighting spirit unconsciously.

"Then let me try to see if this six months is enough for me to experience the characteristics of local martial arts in depth, and whether it is enough for me to do more things that are pleasing to my heart besides practicing."

A mere copy of the inner text of the Alchemy Cauldron and the manpower of a Dongyue Temple are not enough to read from any angle.

Fortunately, the annual gathering of Songjiang Magistrate's Office and major temples in Songjiang Prefecture will be held soon.

(End of this chapter)