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The most famous person in the theory of walking on the underworld is Bao Zheng, who was said to be able to judge the underworld at night and the yang during the day.
But these are all theatrical stories. Part of them is due to the innate supernatural powers or acquired magic of the extraordinary person, which makes the villagers misunderstand that he can communicate between yin and yang, but a larger part of the story is just that someone is pretending to be a ghost.
In the past, Nadutong has handled many cases like this, and nine out of ten of them were people who used the name of going undercover to defraud people.
"Times are different now. The Luofeng Underworld is real, and walking in the underworld has naturally become a real thing that can be done."
"As far as I know, most of the Ten Lords, except for the warriors of Guizhen Society, are studying the method of walking in the underworld. They want to see what the world after death is like while they are still alive. Some even really learn from the legends and hope to establish a relationship with the underworld officials so that they can do something convenient for them."
"Shangqing and Yinjun have the closest relationship. I have talked with the head of Shangqing. A while ago, Yinjun passed on his teachings and gave Shangqing a book called "Northern Emperor Luofeng Fa". It records in detail various talismans that can communicate with Luofeng Yin God. It's a pity that the Shangqing disciples are still in seclusion for research, otherwise you can ask Shangqing for help directly."
"Since you are so anxious and can't wait for Shangqing to finish researching the talisman, you can only use some risky methods."
"Do you still remember that there were disciples of Quanzhen Longmen who participated in the Luotian Grand Ceremony?"
Sijiu City, Quanzhen Baiyun Temple.
Zhang Chulan looked up at the mountain gate archway with four pillars, seven floors, a hip-and-gable glazed roof, and large vermilion pillars. He took a deep breath and strode in with a fearless attitude.
"Oh, man, you're running away even though the ticket is only 10 yuan. Go and pay for the ticket."
The security guard at the entrance of Baiyun Temple interrupted Zhang Chulan's ambitions, grabbed him by the collar and said impatiently.
Under the plaque of Dongtian Shengjing, two security guards looked at Zhang Chulan unkindly.
Nowadays, there is no scenic spot that charges only ten yuan for admission. Isn’t it a bit too much that people are running away paying the admission fee?
Zhang Chulan smiled awkwardly and was about to buy the ticket when Feng Baobao rushed out from the side, holding two ticket stubs in her left hand and a large bucket of ice cola in her right hand.
Zhang Chulan was overjoyed: "Sister Baoer is still reliable. Sister Baoer, how much did you spend? I'll transfer it to you."
Feng Baobao said blankly: "2030 yuan."
"How much?" Zhang Chulan froze as he took out his phone. "Didn't they say that a ticket was only ten yuan?"
Feng Baobao nodded: "Yes, but just now a Taoist priest stopped me and told me a fortune for free."
Zhang Chulan had a bad feeling: "It was a free fortune-telling, why did you spend 2000?"
Feng Baobao showed a red string copper coin bracelet on her wrist: "The Taoist priest said that I would have a bloody disaster, so he was willing to spend twenty years of his cultivation to consecrate a life-saving copper coin bracelet for me, and only charged me 2000 yuan for the cost."
Even the security guard was speechless: "Girl, don't you know there are a lot of Taoist priests outside Baiyun Temple who are trying to cheat people out of their money? Even if you want to have your fortune told, Baiyun Temple is right in front of you. You can just go in and ask the Taoist priests there to tell your fortune."
Zhang Chulan slapped his face and said helplessly: "Where are the remaining 10 yuan?"
Feng Baobao took a sip of Coke and said as a matter of course: "Of course I'm buying Coke!"
I'm sorry, Sister Baoer, it's my fault that I didn't take a good look at you.
Bad news, Sister Baoer was cheated out of 2000 yuan again.
Good news, not as many scams as last time.
Chapter 441: Life span is determined by heaven, but my fate is determined by me
Zhang Chulan quickly grabbed Feng Baobao and didn't dare let her out of his sight. He handed the ticket in Feng Baobao's hand to the security guard for manual ticket inspection.
There is a turnstile in the doorway under the archway, which is inconsistent with the style of the archway and is quite abrupt. Therefore, in order to maintain the aesthetics, Baiyun Temple does not support machine ticket checking.
The security guard checked the tickets and looked at Zhang Chulan with sympathy. Zhang Chulan could only laugh awkwardly and pulled Feng Baobao, who was still sipping Coke leisurely, into Baiyun Temple.
The security guard was scratching his head at the door and asked his colleague next to him, "Does the Taoist priest of Baiyun Temple care about people with poor brains?"
"I shouldn't care. Isn't this innate?"
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As one of the three major ancestral temples of Quanzhen, the headquarters of the Quanzhen Longmen Sect, and located in the imperial capital of two dynasties, Baiyun Temple has received rewards from many emperors and has been visited by many emperors. As the magnificent and exquisite memorial archway at the entrance shows, the style of Baiyun Temple is by no means as ethereal as its name.
The glazed tiles, high vermilion walls, painted pillars and carved beams are magnificent and solemn; the three-legged bronze furnace with carved dragons from the Ming Dynasty in the courtyard and the spiritual crane murals are exquisite and sophisticated; the mottled red walls, the stone monkey by the stone bridge that has been patinated by people's touch, and the bronze furnace with incense seeping into the top of the furnace all show the rich history of Baiyun Temple.
Today is not a holiday and it is early in the morning, so there are very few tourists in the temple. Zhang Chulan looked around and frowned.
The atmosphere in Baiyun Temple was a little off.
Zhang Chulan thought to himself that he had clearly already greeted Huang Ming, whom he met at the Luotian Grand Ceremony yesterday.
He said he would visit Baiyun Temple today, and Huang Ming also enthusiastically said that he would meet him at the door and take him to visit Baiyun Temple. But he didn't see anyone today.
and,
Zhang Chulan glanced at the table with a sign saying "Burn incense by yourself" hanging on the edge of the table. There were only empty boxes of incense on the table, and no Taoist priest from Baiyun Temple came to restock the boxes.
"Zhang Chulan, why are you here?"
Suddenly, a female voice exclaimed behind Zhang Chulan, and called out his name.
Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao looked back.
The one who called them was Lu Linglong, a woman with pink hair, wearing a dark blue Taoist robe and full of energy. Beside her was Lu Jin, who was wearing a neat black suit and looked energetic.
Lu Jin, the white-haired trendy man who usually wears a pink shirt and a floral suit and is more fashionable than young people, was actually wearing a black suit today with all the buttons on his shirt buttoned up. Even Lu Linglong changed into the navy blue gown that Taoist priests usually wear.
Zhang Chulan suddenly felt something was wrong and asked, "Master Lu, Lu Linglong, why are you here?"
This question made Lu Linglong confused: "Why, aren't you here to see Grand Master Uncle?"
Zhang Chulan was surprised and asked, "Uncle Grandmaster? Are you talking about the most senior master in Quanzhen, Mr. Liu Dongtian? What happened to him?"
Liu Dongtian is the target of their trip.
Lu Linglong looked sad, and said in a low voice: "Grandmaster suddenly felt something last night, and felt that his time was coming. Because he didn't want to disturb his fellow disciples, he took a nap, and told his fellow disciples in Baiyun Temple during the morning class that his life span had come to an end, and he would die today."
You knew you were going to die last night, yet you were able to sleep peacefully. And the next day you just said casually that you were going to die?
Can't any of these old guys pay more attention to life and death? It really makes me ashamed of myself to see this.
Zhang Chulan sighed in his heart.
Lu Jin sighed, "With Old Liu's great life skills, he should be able to hold on for a few more days. He just doesn't want to hold a big funeral, and he's worried that if he goes at night, his disciples won't be able to sleep well, so he decided to go during the day. It's really his style."
Seeing that Zhang Chulan didn't know about Liu Dongtian and looked confused, Lu Jin realized that Zhang Chulan wanted to talk to Liu Dongtian about something else, so he advised:
"Chu Lan, come with us to meet Liu Dongtian. It can be regarded as sending off an old friend on behalf of your master."
"Yes." Zhang Chulan said in a dull tone and sighed in his heart.
"Zhang Chulan, Zhang Chulan, you unlucky little bastard, can't you just have one thing go your way?"
Zhang Chulan followed Lu Jin and Lu Linglong in a depressed mood, but Feng Baobao was still heartlessly holding the straw in her mouth.
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"Hahaha, I still remember when Xingyang first arrived at Baiyun Temple, he held onto the corner of his master's clothes with his little hands and didn't dare to leave. And when little Huangming first arrived, he was scared by Xingyang and burst into tears."
Following Lu Linglong's familiar guidance, Zhang Chulan turned into the backyard of Baiyun Temple and found Liu Dongtian's room. As soon as he reached the door, he heard a burst of hearty laughter.
He was a little surprised; this was inconsistent with the sad and depressing atmosphere he had imagined.
Lu Linglong was also a little surprised, but Lu Jinru was normal, he pushed open the door carelessly and shouted at Liu Dongtian: "Old Liu, what happened to you? You didn't even tell me you were leaving. If Linglong hadn't wanted to come back and call her master, I wouldn't have known about this."
The floor of the room was crowded with Taoist priests from Baiyun Temple. Zhang Chulan could only recognize the bearded Baiyun Temple scripture master Liu Xingyang and his junior fellow apprentice Huang Ming.
On the high bed, there was only an old Taoist with a beard stained with frost and snow and traces of stories on his face.
"Xiao Linglong is here too, come here quickly, let me see you. It's been such a long time since we last met." Liu Dongtian, the Grand Master of Baiyun Temple, was very happy to see Lu Jin and Lu Linglong.
"It's not a big deal. I came into the world with crying and will leave with a smile. Why should I bother you friends?"
Woo,
There were faint sounds of suppressed crying from the Taoist priests sitting on the ground.
Liu Dongtian laughed and scolded: "Why are you crying? I don't ask you to sing like the ancient sages, but at least you should send me off calmly. If anyone cries again, I will whip him."
"I have something to say to you."
Baiyun watched the audience make the Ziwu seal and said in unison: "Please teach me, Grandmaster."
"I control my own life."
Liu Dongtian said: "Life span is determined by fate, and fate is hard to change. However, my life is in my own hands, and how you live is up to your own heart."
"Do not do evil, practice all good, accumulate virtue and merit, and be kind to all things."
The Taoists bowed their heads. "I will accept your instruction."
Liu Dongtian waved his hand and said, "Alright, don't gather here. Those on duty today should go and receive the pilgrims. Don't miss the important task."
Several Taoist priests who were on duty today to welcome guests bowed and left dejectedly. None of the remaining Today's Unoccupied Blades left, as they all wanted to accompany the ancestor on his final journey.
At this time, after saying a few words, the somewhat tired Liu Dongtian saw Zhang Chulan standing at the door with a hesitant look on his face, and the calm Feng Baobao.
Liu Dongtian said kindly, "Who are you two little friends at the door? Old Lu, why don't you introduce yourself?"
Lu Jin said, "That guy is the grandson of Zhang Zhiwei's junior fellow student Zhang Huaiyi and the disciple of Tianshi Zhang Chulan. The one next to him is Feng Baobao, an employee of Nadutong."
Liu Dongtian suddenly realized: "I remember, it was Zhang Chulan, the winner of the Luotian Grand Ceremony a while ago, who almost became a Heavenly Master."
Zhang Chulan bowed and saluted, saying respectfully: "I am Zhang Chulan, and I am honored to meet the Grand Master Uncle."
Liu Dongtian smiled and said, "Don't be so reserved. Seeing how close I am to Old Lu, you should know that I'm not an old-fashioned person who sticks to the old ways."
Lu Jin muttered, "What do you mean, old man?"
Liu Dongtian said, "What do you want to see me for?"
Zhang Chulan stammered twice. Even with his thick skin, he couldn't bring himself to ask the dying kind old man for help.
Only Feng Baobao was innocent and straightforward: "Grandpa, we would like to ask you for a favor?"
Liu Dongtian smiled and said, "Oh, what can I help you with?"
Feng Baobao told the truth: "We want to go to the underworld, enter Luofengtian, and ask Hu Xiuwu for help. I heard from the old man in Longhu Mountain that you can help our souls shed their shells."
"So we come to ask for your help."
After saying that, Feng Baobao gave Zhang Chulan, who winked at her, a thumbs-up and told him not to worry, as she had perfectly explained the whole cause and effect.
Pah! Zhang Chulan slapped him in the face, covered his face, and didn't dare to look at the Taoist master of Baiyun Temple. Suddenly, a sense of relief rose in his heart.
"Luckily, we met Master Lu. Sister Baoer and I should be able to get out alive, right?"
"Oh." Liu Dongtian asked back with interest, "I'm almost dying, and you still want my help."
Feng Baobao said frankly: "Whether you help us or not depends on whether you want to, Grandpa. What does it have to do with you dying?"