The First Sword of the Earth

A few days ago, Wudang Mountain issued new regulations. Cars that could drive halfway up the mountain can only be parked outside the mountain gate.

Outside the mountain gate, Zhou Yinglong, who was posing beside a luxurious private car, raised his hand to greet Wang Sheng when he saw Wang Sheng's figure from a distance.

Zhou Yinglong, who also changed into casual clothes at the moment, can be regarded as a handsome and unrestrained older single monk, and he can be regarded as a senior brother.

Seeing that Wang Sheng's backpack was bulging, he asked, "Why did you bring so many things? Didn't Master Master say that we can go back and forth on the same day?"

Wang Sheng thought about it, and could only say: "Be prepared."

"Are you here?" The car window fell, and Li Shiwu called out, "Get in the car, let's go, just put the backpack in the trunk, this time we went early, and we must come back early."

The driver was the driver sent by the Dashan family, a middle-aged man with a loyal face, also got out of the car at this moment.

After taking a few glances at Wang Sheng, the uncle shouted domineeringly one by one, and was about to pick up Wang Sheng's backpack and the long sword wrapped in black cloth.

"I'll take the sword with me."

After Wang Sheng said this, the driver quickly agreed.

Zhou Yinglong also felt a little ashamed when he thought of his new saber which was put in the trunk under several packages carried by Master Li.

"Brother Wang's swordsmanship is far superior to ours. It's not unreasonable. I feel a little ashamed to be a brother."

Wang Sheng said with a smile: "Senior brother, I am serious, but I like this sword very much, so I feel at ease if I want to carry it with me."

Daoist Li Shiwu, who was in the passenger seat, turned his head and smiled, and said, "It's good that you like it. This sword was personally named by the master master of the previous generation, and only the nephew Feiyu can not bury this famous sword." .”

Wang Sheng immediately said seriously: "I don't know if there is a chance to thank this master in person."

"Why haven't we had a chance yet? When I come back, next time my uncles and uncles meet, I'll take you to the Golden Summit to be a tea delivery disciple," Li Shiwu said half-jokingly, "Then our Wudang Daoist You can see the older generation, at that scene, I felt like I was back in my twenties and thirties, and I was still very young!"

Wang Sheng smiled and nodded immediately, not knowing how to answer these words.

There is also a special car pick-up for this trip, which is much more comfortable than the last bus trip.

On the way, Li Shiwu fell asleep leaning on the seat after chatting for a few words. The driver was very polite and didn't say much, just concentrating on driving.

Wang Sheng chatted with Zhou Yinglong in a low voice, and the two of them closed their eyes and rested their minds.

After getting in touch with Wang Sheng, Zhou Yinglong also seemed to have changed a little bit; he used to practice leisurely on the mountain, but now he would meditate when he found the opportunity, and he was thinking about his Taiyi swordsmanship every time he ate and slept.

There was no talking all the way, and it was already past ten o'clock in the morning when the car got off the highway. The car passed the toll booth and entered a fairly prosperous suburban town. This was the destination of this trip.

"I haven't been home for many years."

Li Shiwu sighed, staring out of the window in a daze.

Wang Sheng and Zhou Yinglong broke out of their sedation in the back seat, and also looked out the window.

The aura is mottled and muddy, and it has reached the boundary of a crowded place.

In this kind of small town, the purity of the aura is actually quite good, like Wang Sheng's hometown, or those first-tier cities, the aura is poisonous.

To cultivate the Tao, you still have to hide in an elegant place with few people.

The Dashan family they were going to was also surnamed Li, and their home was on the edge of the town. When driving past this small city that should be considered a prefecture-level city, Wang Sheng also saw a large shopping mall on the side of the road.

"Should we go back the same way after finishing the ceremony?" Wang Sheng asked.

Li Shiwu yawned, "What? What are you talking about?"

"I came back the same way," the uncle driver thought about his words,

"Master, what's wrong?"

Wang Sheng said: "Oh, it's okay, when you come back, can you put me in that shopping mall over there, I'll go buy some things and bring them back to the mountain."

"Okay, of course," Li Shiwu agreed, then turned to look at Wang Sheng, those old eyes were full of jokes.

"Bring a gift for your senior sister?"

Wang Sheng nodded with a smile, and Zhou Yinglong rubbed the tip of his nose, "Then I'll bring something for my senior brother too, I can't be weaker than Junior Brother Wang at all."

"What are you meddling with?" Li Shiwu glared at Zhou Yinglong, who laughed twice.

The ridicule is silent.

"It's still more than ten minutes' drive." Priest Li Shiwu yawned. He was snoring all the way, but now he gradually regained his energy. "Let's rest for a while."

Zhou Yinglong asked: "Master, what are we doing here?"

"Let's practice things, what else can we do," Li Shiwu replied with a smile, "I will open an altar to practice methods, and you two will walk around the Dashan people's houses, and when you see dirty things, it's over!"

Wang Sheng nodded, recalling the exorcism spell taught by his master in his heart.

When I think of myself being watched by others, I will dance with my accent and melody, and the shame that is still alive in my heart will inevitably surge up.

Li Shiwu smiled and said: "Don't worry, the good people this time will definitely not let you make this trip in vain."

The implication is that there is definitely a reward.

Both Wang Sheng and Zhou Yinglong felt that the reward didn't matter, and they went down the mountain this time to see the face of Li Shiwu, the deputy head.

After more than ten minutes, the car drove for a while on a cement road along the river, turned to a hill with a quiet and elegant environment, and arrived at the destination of their trip.

Li house.

On the antique door, there are these two big characters on the door plaque painted with vermilion lacquer.

If there are two servants in coarse clothes standing in front of the door instead of a hanging camera, it will really make people mistakenly think that they have traveled back to ancient times.

This is probably the so-called rich bourgeois family, and they directly built a quiet villa in the enclosure. Inside is an antique forest garden, rockery, rocks, and bamboo forest in the garden.

Arriving at this place, one can clearly feel that the aura has become much purer.

Wang Sheng was carrying his own bag, carrying an ancient sword wrapped in black cloth, and Zhou Yinglong looked in at the gate of the courtyard. It was the first time for them to come to such a place.

"How is it? Isn't this place not bad?" Li Shiwu came from behind with a smile, "This place was designed by an expert in Wudang Mountain after seeing Fengshui. It took eight years to build the ground. It took two years after I went up the mountain It took three years to fix it."

The driver should have parked the car, put them in front of the door and left on his own.

No one came out to lead the way, so Li Shiwu walked forward with his hands behind his back, and he said again: "Go in, I will perform rituals here today, and I will set up the altar to perform rituals in a while, and you two will search all over the courtyard. If any ghosts are causing trouble, just clean it up."

"Yes," Zhou Yinglong and Wang Sheng replied in low voices, and followed Li Shiwu into the wide open door.

There were several people in the courtyard rushing towards the gate, the front was an old man, followed by several middle-aged men and women, and two teenagers and girls.

When it was getting closer, the gray-haired man who was walking in the front trembled all over his body, and shouted: "Second brother! You can be counted as the second child! The house is haunted! You are about to be tormented in a bad way." !"

Zhou Yinglong almost laughed out loud, and Li Shiwu's aura of dust that had just brewed up was instantly crushed.

And the doubt in Wang Sheng's heart disappeared immediately.

No wonder Uncle Li Shiwu had been secretive before, only saying that he came to do things for a great benevolent family who had given a lot of assistance to Wudang Mountain, but he attached great importance to this matter and wanted to bring him and Mu Wanxuan over.

It turns out that this is Li Shiwu's own home in the secular world. If you really care about it, Li Shiwu, the deputy head, is somewhat suspected of using power for personal gain...

Of course, Wudang Mountain will not pursue these trivial matters. After all, Li Shiwu has worked hard and made great contributions to the development of Wudang Taoism.

At least when Li Shiwu's brothers and uncles were practicing in seclusion, he was still running around, which is a rare credit.

Li Shiwu turned his head and smiled awkwardly at Wang Sheng and Zhou Yinglong, and could only respond forward: "Brother, don't worry, I'm rushing back."

Zhou Yinglong and Wang Sheng looked at each other and smiled, they both understood why they did this, and they both agreed not to say much and just exorcise ghosts later.

Li Shiwu was ranked second in the family, and the old man in a purple jacket who was pulling him at this time was naturally the kind person who Li Shiwu said had donated a lot of incense money to Wudang Mountain.

This old man's spirit is not good, he should be quite tall when he was young, but now that he is old, he is half a head taller than Li Shiwu Dao.

Subconsciously, Wang Sheng observed this person with his spiritual thoughts, and found that the other person's energy and spirit had already 'withered', his old eyes were a little blurry, and there was still a faint grayness wrapped around his forehead...

It seems that it should be not far from the deadline.

Are there really ghosts tormenting here?

Wang Sheng doesn't know Feng Shui, and hasn't studied Yin-Yang theory, but his spiritual thoughts spread within tens of meters nearby, and he suddenly noticed a trace of strange aura.

Seems to be really haunted.

Just when he was about to pursue this breath, the great benevolent man had already come up to him and greeted him with a smile on his face:

"Hey... are these two Taoists of Wudang Mountain? Please come in, please come in, don't stand here! When you get here, it's like you are at your own home. They are my second brother's nephews, that's me Dear nephew, haha, cough, cough."

Wang Sheng smiled and said, "You are too polite."

Zhou Yinglong followed suit, "Your layman has worked hard."

"You're welcome! No hard work! Come on, let's go! Go inside!"

Li Shiwu's eldest brother greeted him loudly, but he was getting old and lacked of breath, his face turned red and he was about to cough.

A tall, thin, middle-aged man came over to support the old man, and persuaded him, "Dad, please speak softly, doesn't your throat hurt?"

The old man patted his chest: "If you don't act upright like this, you really think I'm afraid of those dirty things!"

Wang Sheng smiled, he had a pretty good impression of the old man.