The lightning and thunder outside the Taoist temple were also flickering and dimming.
Not far from Ye Tian's head, a clay sculpture that was originally dark and palm-sized, suddenly emitted a faint fluorescence after being stained with Ye Tian's blood.
If there are people in the temple at this time, they can find that this fluorescent object is not made of clay, but a dark turtle shell, densely carved with complex lines, a bit like a compass used by feng shui masters.
However, unlike the common compass, this turtle shell does not have an inner disk, but is replaced by a Tai Chi yin and yang pattern, and the outside corresponds to the gossip pattern of "Qiankun Zhen Gen Li Kan Dui Xun", which looks extremely simple and mysterious.
Originally, the turtle shell was dull and colorless, but when it was stained with Ye Tian's blood, the entire turtle shell seemed to come to life, and the blood penetrated into the back of the turtle shell, and mysterious patterns were displayed.
Suddenly, there was a thunderous explosion outside, and the light in the entire Taoist temple suddenly lit up, and above the turtle shell, a Tai Chi pattern vaguely appeared, turning into a puff of green smoke, and drilled into Ye Tian's eyebrows, while the turtle shell on the ground disappeared with the thunder.
A bolt of lightning lit up from the sky, tearing open the inky black sky, winding down like a snake like a dragon, and through the light of the lightning, Ye Tian's small body on the ground could be seen trembling slightly.
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The summer thunderstorms came and went quickly, and as the thunderstorms stopped, the temple returned to its former calm, with only the crisp sound of water droplets dripping from the eaves up and down.
The next morning, after the rain, the first clear day, the mountains and forests were dripping green, the grass and trees were fragrant, and the mist was as light as gauze, but I saw a trace of thin clouds swirling in the deep valley and forest, and the trees on the mountain were shimmering like crystal green.
A figure walked through the mountains and forests, although the road was muddy and slippery, but the figure did not stagnate at all, and soon came to the door of the Taoist temple.
This is a medium-sized Taoist priest, the Taoist robe on his body is like this Taoist temple, it is also worn out, and the top bun on his head is a little scattered due to the journey, his face is slightly rosy, but there is no wrinkle.
Just looking at his face and complexion, this Taoist priest only looked like he was in his forties or fifties, but from his eyes as deep as the sea, he could see a trace of vicissitudes of life, which made people dare not underestimate him.
"Infinite Heavenly Venerable, fortunately, the ancestor's foundation has not been destroyed......"
Looking at the dilapidated Taoist temple, the old Taoist priest bowed to his chest with one hand, but when he saw the situation in the front hall through the leaky doors and windows on all sides, he couldn't help but cry out in pain and walked in quickly.
"Ancestor, even if you have a catastrophe a few days ago, I will definitely reshape your golden body in a few days......"
Looking at the empty altar, the old Taoist priest pretended to pinch a few fingers of his right hand, but for a moment he didn't notice that there was a small body on the muddy ground.
"Master, didn't you calculate that I also had a disaster?"
Ye Tian, who woke up from his fainting, suddenly became angry after hearing the old Taoist's words, this old guy usually claimed to be a fifty-generation descendant of the lineage of lineage, but he seemed to have never calculated anything accurately.
"Master...... Master, my head was broken by the ancestral master......"
Ye Tian, who had just woken up, felt a little drowsy in his head, reached out and touched his head, only to find that his hands were full of blood, no matter how smart Ye Tian was, he was just a child in his early tens, and he screamed at the moment.
"Oh, my precious apprentice, you...... What's wrong with you?"
Seeing Ye Tian with a face covered in blood on the ground, the old Taoist priest was taken aback, quickly picked up Ye Tian, and checked Ye Tian up and down, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
After running outside to fetch some well water and cleaning Ye Tian's wound, the old Taoist priest dug out a box from the greasy Taoist robe, picked out a little black ointment from it with his little finger, rubbed it on Ye Tian's forehead, and said: "It's okay, it's just skin trauma, a little blood loss, just a few days of recuperation......"
Feeling a coolness on his forehead, Ye Tian also woke up a little, looked at the old Taoist priest with a bad face, and said: "Old guy, you asked me to come to you on vacation, do you want me to help you deal with the robbery?"
Although there is a saying in the technique that changes one's life against the sky and avoids misfortune, the number of days has been determined, and if you want to steal the day, you must have someone who should be robbed, which is what the saying goes.
Although Ye Tian is young, he is familiar with the backs of books such as "Ma Yi Xiang Fa" and "Shuzang", and he has suffered an inexplicable disaster at the moment.
"How can it be, you kid was born on the second day of the second month of the Year of the Dragon, and I can't calculate your numerology at all......"
After hearing Ye Tian's words, the old Taoist priest shouted to hit the sky, the reason why he accepted Ye Tian as an apprentice was because he wanted to find a companion in the deep mountains.
Secondly, because Ye Tian's fate was peculiar, it made the old Taoist have a bit of inquisitive thoughts in his heart, but after getting along with Ye Tian for five or six years, he could never judge Ye Tian's numerology.
Ye Tian didn't dwell on this matter, but he was a little curious about the old Taoist's whereabouts yesterday, and asked: "Then why did you go down the mountain?"
"Disciple, look, our Taoist temple has been in disrepair for a long time, I didn't go down the mountain to make some good karma, please ask someone to renovate it......"
Speaking of this, the old Taoist priest looked indignant, "Why is the repair of the main peak of Maoshan the state responsible, we are wandering ghosts, no one cares?"
Just last year, the state allocated 30 million yuan to carry out large-scale restoration of Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace and Yuanfu Wanning Palace on the main peak of Maoshan.
At that time, the old Taoist priest wanted to take advantage of it and asked the construction team to help him repair the linen Taoist temple by the way, but he was driven back by the Taoist priest on the main peak.
Ye Tian touched the wound on his head that had become a bloody scar, and said angrily: "Master, that is religious culture, you are a feudal superstition, can it be the same?"
"The feudal superstition of farts, the origin of physiognomy can be traced back to the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, and the derived techniques include astronomy, calendar, mathematics, numerology, fortune-telling, charms, auspicious fortune-telling, miscellaneous divination, room magic and other miscellaneous techniques, this is natural science......"
After hearing Ye Tian's words, the old Taoist priest suddenly jumped up, after experiencing the catastrophe of those ten years, life was just a little better, he was about to revive the lineage of Mai, but he didn't want to be told by his apprentice that he was a feudal superstition.
"Okay, master, you are not a feudal superstition, but can you help me get some water? I'm so thirsty......"
Ye Tian waved his hand weakly, he didn't have the energy to quarrel with the old guy now, looking at the puddle of blood on the ground, Ye Tian was a little scared, if the entire clay sculpture was smashed on his body, it was estimated that his life would be in danger, right?
"The fart wound is bigger, and I have learned to be squeamish, I think I could have led hundreds of little devils around the mountains with several gun holes on my body......"
Lao Dao was very dissatisfied with Ye Tian's attitude, since he accepted this apprentice, he used teaching kung fu as a condition to boil water and cook, but Ye Tian, who was only a few years old at the time, did it.
However, although he muttered in his mouth, the old Taoist still fetched water from the well in the courtyard and took it to the back to boil it.
"Boy, you lie in bed and sleep for a while, I'll go get you some food......"
Seeing Ye Tian's sluggish and pitiful appearance, the old Taoist priest carried him into the bed in the inner wing, it rained so hard yesterday, there was no need to count on the quilt or anything, even the bamboo bed was full of rain.
"I'm over 100 years old, and I still have to serve you, a little doll, this apprentice has lost money......"
Fortunately, this is summer, but it won't catch a cold, after settling Ye Tian, the old Taoist priest turned around and went down the mountain again, of course, the complaints in his mouth are indispensable.
After more than an hour, Lao Dao returned to the Taoist temple with a fish and a hen in his hand, and saw Xiao Ye Tian sleeping Zhengxiang, but he didn't wake him up, killed fish and chickens by himself, and started cooking for Ye Tian.
"Master, what are you burning? It's so fragrant?"
Ye Tian, who was originally sleeping soundly, was aroused by the strong fragrance at the tip of his nose, this child was very angry, although he lost a lot of blood yesterday, and after sleeping for a few hours, his spirit was almost restored.
"Wow, old hen, and fish soup, Master, you are so good to me......"
After lifting the pot, Ye Tian suddenly shouted, he had known Lao Dao for almost five or six years, and Ye Tian was the first time he enjoyed this kind of treatment.
"Seeing that you kid is injured, I went down the mountain to buy you a fish......"
After hearing Ye Tian's words, Lao Dao's face turned red, the fish was indeed bought, but the old hen was caught from a firewood stack when he went up the mountain.
It's not that the old Taoist priest is reluctant to buy it, but firstly, he is shy in his pocket, and secondly, in the countryside, no one is willing to sell the hen that lays eggs.
Although there is a lack of seasoning, but with a few mountain herbs, this chicken soup is fragrant.
After drinking the chicken soup, Ye Tian's pale little face finally had a hint of blood, and after his eyes rolled, he looked at the old Taoist priest and asked: "Master, have you gone down the mountain to achieve good fate? If you don't cultivate this Taoist temple, I'm afraid you will even save the coffin by then......"
"Stinky boy, can you speak human language?"
The old Taoist priest's face turned a little green by Ye Tian's words, and he wanted to teach him a lesson, but seeing that Ye Tian was injured, he withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "Memorize the eye reading chapter of "Ma Yi Xiang Fa", I don't think you kid is lazy......"
"Oh, the eyes are like the sun and the moon must be clear, the eyes of the phoenix and the dragon must be clear, and I am most afraid of yellow sunny and red veins, and I will not be able to live a life of fierceness......"
Ye Tian saw that the old Taoist's face was not good, so he obediently recited it at the moment, looking into the old Taoist's eyes while reciting it, but in his mind he was thinking why didn't this old guy have yellow eyes and red veins?
"Huh? This...... What's going on?"
Just when Ye Tian looked at Lao Dao, he suddenly felt a burst of dizziness in his head, which only lasted a few seconds, but when he returned to normal, Ye Tian found that there seemed to be something extra in his mind.
(End of this chapter)