In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

The second day

Cui Yu led Yu Yiyi to the thatched cottage at the head of the village, and saw the little Taoist priest holding Taoist scriptures in his hands and chanting a strange accent.

The old Taoist priest held a bundle of straw in his hand and seemed to be weaving something slowly.

"I've met the Taoist priest." Cui Yu came to the old Taoist priest and bowed respectfully to him.

"Shou Cheng, give him the Jade Chapter Sutra." The old Taoist priest told the young Taoist priest.

The little Taoist priest put down the book and rummaged around in his suitcase, when he saw a blue book being handed over.

"Did you see the first word?" the old Taoist priest said to Cui Yu.

Cui Yu opened the Jade Chapter Sutra and saw handwritings on it that looked like ghostly symbols.

It is very similar to the Taoist talismans of later generations. It looks extremely complicated, and it is impossible to write at a glance.

"See you." Cui Yu said.

"The first character reads 'Heaven', the second character reads 'Earth', and the third character reads 'Man'. Come forward and I will teach you the order of writing." The old Taoist weaved the scarecrow in his hand into a straw The dog, seemingly lifelike, was tucked into the sleeve.

Cui Yu took Yu's hand and came forward, and saw the old Taoist priest holding a wooden stick and drawing on the soil.

The characters in this world look extremely complicated, but most of them are written in one go, with few characters having more than three strokes.

The old Taoist priest wrote very quickly, almost in one stroke. Then he raised his head and looked at Cui Yu: "Do you understand?"

Looking down at the words on the soil, Cui Yu had a look of confusion in his eyes.

"I'm reading." The old Taoist priest didn't talk nonsense and just continued writing.

"Do you understand?" the old Taoist priest asked again after finishing writing.

Cui Yu shook his head, his eyes full of innocence. For such a complicated ghost-drawing talisman, let alone understanding the order of strokes, even if you asked him to draw it, it would be difficult not to make mistakes.

"Yu understands." The dirty Yu next to Cui Yu's eyes shone like stars in the sky.

"Um?"

Cui Yu and the old Taoist priest both looked at Yu.

Yu felt a little embarrassed when the two looked at him. He lowered his head and looked at the tips of his shoes: "Yu really understands."

"Write it." Master Nanhua said without blinking.

Yu Wenyan picked up a branch and awkwardly and awkwardly drew a series of twisting patterns on the ground. His little face turned red. For some reason, the branch in his hand was not as careless as before. It was like an out-of-control carriage, twisting and turning. He crookedly wrote a mess of lines on the ground that Cui Yu didn't recognize at all.

But the old Taoist priest looked at the mess of lines seriously, raised his head and looked at Yu: "Not bad. Let's practice."

Then he looked at Cui Yu and continued to take out the wooden stick and scratch it on the ground.

After three hours of rowing, the sky had turned dark, and Cui Yucai said: "I seem to understand. I'll write it to my husband."

"No need."

The old Taoist priest quickly stopped him. The hand holding the wooden stick was trembling slightly. He looked at Cui Yu intently with his eyes. After a while, he said: "It takes a few hours to learn a word. It is a gift. Such a talent." It is wrong to study beside me. I will show you a clear path. There is a sour Confucian name in the county: Li Ming. He is a talented Confucian sage who is only half a step away from becoming a Taoist. Go study with him.”

"Sir, do you think the students are stupid and talented?" Cui Yu scratched his head, looked at Yu's handwriting next to him, which had begun to take shape, and looked at the old Taoist priest with wide eyes.

"No." How could the old Taoist priest say that he disliked Cui Yufan? Dislike his talent and dullness?

"I think you are a talented person, and I can't bear to be buried in you. Didn't you want to become a disciple in the field before? My path is extremely dangerous, and there are many disasters along the way, which is not what you can bear. On the contrary, Li Ming, although He is just a sour Confucian, but his culture is profound, and he is only a short step away from enlightenment. The Confucian way is suitable for all living beings, and it is suitable for those who are as wise as fools. Don't ask for talent, just ask for "contract and never give up, gold and stone can be carved" .' people, this way is best for you."

"Confucianism also practices?" Cui Yu became more energetic after hearing this.

"Of course, Confucianism only seeks knowledge. As long as the knowledge is profound, it will naturally be able to sense the avenue of writing between heaven and earth. In the past, Cangjie, the founder of literature, created the avenue of writing. The heaven and earth were shocked by the ghosts and gods crying. This is the origin of our human civilization. Cangjie created 800 Even the great sages of the monster clan can suppress words with one word." The old Taoist priest looked at Cui Yu and kept talking:

"That Suanru has opened a Baicaotang in Kongfan City. You will find out when you enter the city and inquire about it."

"Baicaotang Li Ming." Cui Yu secretly wrote it down, then looked at the old Taoist priest with his eyes. He felt that the old Taoist was deceiving him and clearly disliked him but did not say anything.

"But I don't know how Confucianism practices." Cui Yu asked.

"Discuss the Tao and write classics. As long as the classics can be inspired by heaven and earth, you can reach heaven in one step. In the past, when Confucius wrote the Analects, he directly transformed a mortal into an extraordinary saint."

The old Taoist priest looked at Cui Yu and explained patiently: "There are roughly three types of cultivation methods in the world. One is like practicing Qi directly in Taoism. The other is passed down by blood, or simply called a stranger. As long as it continues to be pure, Bloodline is enough. The third way is to cultivate the mind and realize Zen, which is the Confucian way."

"Once you get started with Qi training in Taoism, you can gain incredible power. People of blood are born sacred and there is no threshold. As for Confucianism, only by writing classics, clearly understanding the true meaning of the words, and practicing doctrines to gain recognition from heaven and earth can you reach heaven and directly enter Taoism." The Taoist priest said something.

Lu Cuiyu, a Qi practitioner, probably knows that. After all, he has also practiced Qi and can be considered a Qi practitioner.

On the contrary, he was curious about Confucianism, would it be possible to cultivate awe-inspiring righteousness like in later novels?

Cui Yu and Yu left hand in hand. Looking at their backs, the old Taoist shook his numb arm vigorously: "You can't carve it! You can't carve rotten wood. You seem to be a smart person, how can you be so stupid? Could it be that you are so stupid?" Did he really hear that sentence accidentally?"

Cui Yu and Yu walked all the way back to the village. At this time, the bright moon was high at night. Suddenly, they heard a noise in the village. Hundreds of torches were shaking in the darkness, and bursts of crying and wailing could be heard in the distance.

"What happened?" Cui Yu frowned: "Could it be that the bandits from Yushan came down?"

Walking cautiously into the entrance of the village, he heard a familiar shout from a distance. Then when Cui Yu came closer and saw the situation clearly, his pupils could not help but shrink.

The chains clattered, and eight chains were tightly wrapped around a black shadow. The black shadow was seen with disheveled hair and red blood dripping from its body. Wisps of moonlight flowed in the air, penetrating into the black shadow like water. in vivo.

At the feet of the black shadow were eight pale corpses that had been drained of all their blood.

"Everyone, be careful. The old turtle is going crazy when he hits the evil with his head. Don't get close. Control him quickly and send him to the Demon Suppression Department." Yang Erlang was holding a chain at this time and commanding everyone to drag the old turtle grandson and tell him to move. No.

"Old turtle grandson got into trouble and killed all his family, including his grandson and daughter-in-law. Only his son, who was on duty in the county town, escaped."

Someone was muttering nearby.

"What a tragedy! I think this old dog has suffered retribution. He usually runs rampant in the village, and we have been bullied by him a lot."

"What a retribution."

"..."

Everyone was talking in his ears, and Cui Yu stared at the old turtle grandson with his eyes. At this moment, the old turtle grandson made a sound like a pig grunting from his mouth, his body kept rushing back and forth, and the iron chain he was struggling with rattled. Waves of waves emitted from the air, and the moonlight in the sky penetrated into the old turtle grandson's body like running water.

At this time, the old turtle grandson grew a pair of pig ears, and his feet turned into pig hooves, which looked very scary.

"It's weird! It's just a little pollution from the big book of scriptures." Cui Yu was still frightened.

Although the old turtle grandson was able to absorb the power of the moonlight due to strange pollution, he was too weak and did not cause the backlash of the power of time at all.

Just like throwing a stone into a lake and throwing a piece of dust into the lake, the result is different.

It's more than twenty miles to go to the county seat, and the county seat is closed at night. If you want to send the old turtle grandson to the Demon Suppression Division, you can only wait until tomorrow.

Seeing Yang Erlang's relaxed expression, he knew that the old turtle grandson could not survive the storm, so Cui Yu took Yu and walked home.

As for the old turtle grandson who killed his whole family, Cui Yu didn't feel any guilt in his heart. When the old turtle grandson lured Chen Sheng here and almost ruined his family, did he ever consider that he would feel guilty?

Cui Laohu and Cui's mother also came back at this time. After gritting their teeth and scolding the old turtle grandson, the family fell asleep one after another.

Before dawn the next day, I heard the sound of horse hooves, and then the sound of banging on the door:

"Get up! Get up! The old turtle grandson has been strangely contaminated. The people from the Demon Suppression Department suspect that there is a source of pollution in our village, and they need to conduct door-to-door inspections. Everyone must gather at the head of the village and accept the inspection from the Demon Suppression Department."

With Yu waiting on him, Cui Yu put on his clothes and walked out of the yard with his family, all the way to the head of the village.

More than 1,500 people in the village were standing in front of the well, looking at the group of men in black with long swords at their waists.

All the men in black wore bamboo hats, and the old turtle grandson was trapped on the firewood pile by everyone. One of them lit a torch, and then heard a series of miserable screams, and the old turtle grandson turned into black energy and shot up into the sky.

"Dad!!!" A man in black couldn't help but rush towards the firewood pile, but was stopped by his colleagues beside him.

"Old turtle grandson's son: Wang Tao." Looking at the figure, a memory flashed through Cui Yu's mind: "He actually entered the Demon Suppression Department? Is he also a bloodline person? Or did he become a monk?"

"Chengji, go and inspect the village. Don't miss every corner. There must be no chance for the source of pollution to remain." The leading man in black shouted.

"Yes." A burly man waved behind him, and a dozen men in black followed closely behind.

"Wang Tao, you kid just knows how to cry. You are familiar with this village. Please bring people to cooperate." The leader shouted.

Wang Tao gathered his emotions, bowed respectfully to the man in black, then turned and walked towards the village.

The leader looked at the villagers through the bamboo hat: "Take the demon mirror."

With a sound of falling, a bronze mirror the size of Michel was carried out by two men in black, and then stood in front of the villagers:

"Who is in charge of Lijia Village?"

"That's the little old man." A little old man walked out of the crowd and bowed respectfully to the man in black.

"Tell the people in the village to walk in front of the demon mirror." A little leader ordered.

The old man turned around and gave instructions to the villagers. The villagers came forward one by one, but nothing unusual was seen.

At this moment, someone suddenly heard someone exclaim: "The village is on fire."

The villagers turned around one after another and saw flames shooting into the sky and black smoke billowing from the village.

"That's... the Cui family?"

Looking at the black smoke rising into the sky, some people exclaimed.

Cui Yu's heart tightened, and a figure flashed in his mind: Wang Tao!

"No one is allowed to move." The leader in black looked at the restless crowd and ordered in a cold voice: "If anyone moves rashly, they will be killed without mercy!"

After saying this, the crowd became commotion.

Cui Yu looked at Cui Laohu and saw Cui Laohu standing there expressionlessly: "It's just a dilapidated thatched cottage, so it will be burned if it is burned."

"Wang Tao did it." Yang Erlang's nose was so angry that his nose was crooked, and his eyes were filled with evil spirits.

The Cui family was silent and surprisingly calm.

Looking at the silent father, it seems that what was burned was not his own house. Looking at my mother, she was standing there with a calm expression, but her eyebrows were tightly bunched together.

Cui Yu always felt it was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

"Reporting to your lord, we found a house in the village that had a strange opportunity, so we simply burned them all." Not long after, Wang Tao came back to report.

"Wang Tao, you did it on purpose!" Yang Erlang couldn't help but stood up and yelled: "You are avenging a private revenge."

"Yang Erlang, don't judge a gentleman with a villain's heart. We are all doing business, and all of my colleagues have testified. If you dare to make random accusations, even the eldest lady will not be able to protect you." Wang Tao turned around. To everyone, there was a hint of smugness in his eyes, just to tell everyone clearly that I did that thing, what can you do to me?

What can you do to me?

"You... are simply unreasonable. I will ask the eldest lady to come forward and ask the eldest lady to seek justice from the Demon Suppression Division." Yang Erlang's voice was cold.

Wang Tao smiled and didn't care about Yang Erlang.

It's not that he's afraid of Yang Erlang, it's just that the eldest lady has just spoken, and he will become a demon. When the time comes, the eldest lady crushing him to death is no different from killing an ant.

"Brother, don't say any more! Good and evil will eventually be rewarded. His father's burning to death is the retribution for all his evil deeds. His father was burned to death just now. He is also a poor man. There is no need to be angry with him." Cui Yu spoke up from the side to help.

Although the words were understated, Wang Tao's face instantly turned livid, his whole body trembled, and his eyes seemed to burst out of fire.

"Okay!" At this moment, the leader spoke. He didn't want to interact with everyone at all and wasted time here: "After the matter is dealt with, let's withdraw."

After speaking, the person has gone away.

"Haha, you are a weakling. I want to see how long the eldest lady can protect you. I won't hide it from you. Mr. Chen has already sent letters to the eldest lady's fiancé. When the fiancé knows the news... Haha, it is inevitable. I'm going to make your family suffer a terrible death. Let's wait and see!" After Wang Tao finished his harsh words, he had already ridden away.