I Signed In For a Thousand Years, I Just Want To Get Away From the World

　　 Xiang Baiquan glanced at the distant mountain scenery in early autumn.

　　 He has also become the scenery in the eyes of the ninth generation of Wudang Mountain disciples.

　　 He was a burly boy with a smile on his face. He wore a loose white robe that was almost bare-shoulder. His black hair was hanging down without a bunch. The mess was enough to be a bird's nest.

　　 "Little Master~~~"

　　 "It's the little uncle!!!"

　　 "Where is the little uncle going?"

　　 A group of nine generations of disciples waved their hands, shouted, and expressed their lofty respect to the uncle of Wudang Mountain who is always the lowest in strength.

　　Yes, if there is an uncle, their master can’t call them “unbearable for education.” This will remind their master of the junior uncle, and then they feel that they even cursed with their master, which is very bad.

　　 Xiang Baiquan smiled and nodded. He walked on a winding mountain road, and in the distance was a Taoist palace formed by a circle wall.

　　Like looking down from a high place, this mountain road, and the Taoist palace wrapped by the circle of walls, are just like a snake and a turtle.

　　 Tai Chi Palace is dedicated to Emperor Zhenwu.

　　 Emperor Zhenwu, also known as Emperor Xuanwu, is a water **** who combines turtles and snakes, and is also the **** of demons who slays demons and slays demons.

　　 When Xiang Baiquan walked to the Taoist Palace, the two small Taoists in the aisle of Yanya hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Little Master, Master has been waiting for you for a long time."

　　 Xiang Baiquan looked up at the word "Purple Xiao" on the Dao Palace plaque. He was a little bit emotional. It has been seventeen years since he traveled to this world.

　　 In the previous life, he was supporting the family, and the song Yi met the dignitaries. Although it was also from all directions, there were people calling him "Boss Xiang" wherever he went, but the more he lived, the less he knew who he was.

　　 Then, but once he failed, a serious illness directly killed him, and the money he earned through his hard work in his entire life was not even worth the price of that failure.

　　 At the same time, his serious illness is also a bottomless pit that burns gold. He needs a lot of expenditure every day, and he is just lingering on the air and delaying the day...

He chose to unplug the ventilator in order not to burden his family. In the dead of the night, he crawled to the window with all his strength, opened the heavy curtain, stood up tremblingly, and looked out the window that night. The world in the wind.

　　 I just thought, this life is also lively and lively, busy with the real thing, but what did you get? If there is an afterlife, it is necessary to put aside the fetters of fame and wealth and money, and be free and comfortable, so that it is not a waste of life.

　　 He looked at the colorful world in the silent night, closing his eyes like dust.

　　 Xiang Baiquan also closed his eyes, and the word Zixiao was still hanging above his head.

　　 And the autumn rain fell,

　　 The rain curtain seemed to thank the surviving prosperity of the floating world, knocking down every flower and leaf that was still stubborn on the branches.

　　 The deadly west wind roared, and the mountains were covered with dead leaves.

　　 In the Zixiao Palace, the old Dao Baimei had been waiting for him, and the master and apprentice had nothing to say. The old Dao pointed to the two trays on the table.

　　 There is a sword in the left panel, and Zhang Fu in the right panel.

Lao Dao looked like he was always confused and stiff and not awake. According to him, this was the form of "at the beginning of the avenue, the Yin and Yang had not opened, and the chaos". Seeing Xiang Baiquan's more verbose, he simply interrupted. , And then said: "Go."

　　 Xiang Baiquan knew the process a long time ago, grabbed the sword, put the talisman in his arms, bowed respectfully, and turned around.

　　 I'm already familiar with the process, and the senior brothers and sisters have also mentioned a lot to let him understand that this is a ritual that has existed since the establishment of the Tai Chi Palace, and only the disciples of the head teacher need to do it.

　　 He is a veteran disciple of the closed door, so naturally this one is indispensable.

　　 Senior brothers and sisters also instructed him, "You can use talisman not only to major in talisman, but also to have multiple helpers. With a sword, you need to go out to practice, and there is no benefit if you cut it."

Yes.

　　 This ritual is called-Guanxin.

　　 There will be a monster in the back mountain that has been prepared by the master teacher. The monster has reached the transformation stage, but is imprisoned in the "locking monster tower".

　　 And every direct disciple will go to this back mountain three years after entering the palace to see the monster.

　　 Then, you can use the sword to slash the monsters, or you can use the talisman to collect the monsters.

　　 Slashing demons or collecting demons, there is no taboo on Wudang Mountain. Even the Great Emperor Zhenwu once conquered the two demons of water and fire and turned them into two generals, not to mention them?

　　 This is a test of mind.

　　 On the mountain road, a young man in a white robe holding a black umbrella, walked through the undulating mountain road. The mountain road became narrower, like a sheep's intestines. He stopped in front of the stone monument with the word "Back Mountain" erected.

　　 Going forward is the Taizidong, which is cleanly repaired. It is said that Emperor Zhenwu once got rid of the identity of the prince of the world and practiced Taoism here.

　　 But the place Xiang Baiquan is going to is the mountain to the north of the stele. He walked sideways on the trail in disrepair and started climbing.

　　 There is a four-storied tower on the top of the mountain, that is, the lock demon tower, except for the dull and dull talisman under the eaves of the tower, nothing special.

　　 The Taoist guarding the tower recognized the closed disciple of the instructor, and hurriedly gave way.

　　 At this time, in the cage outside the first floor of the Lock Demon Tower.

　　 A rather flattering transformation woman is sitting, her hands and legs are locked in shackles, and the talisman in the shackles has completely suppressed her demon power.

The flattering woman hears the footsteps, knows who the person is, and knows that today is the big day to judge her own destiny. Buddhism says "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha". Daoism is a symbiosis of demons and can only wash away the sins of the past. NS.

　　 The charming woman hurriedly got up and knelt down respectfully, showing a pitiful and unbearable appearance. When a figure stood in front of the cage, she raised her eyes and looked carefully.

It was a smiling, white-robed Taoist priest who looked easy to get along with, a big-size Taoist robe, and a casually draped black invention would definitely give people a sense of sloppyness, but perhaps because of their youth, they gave people a sense of carelessness. .

　　The charming woman bowed and said, "The little demon has already admitted her mistake, and please ask the immortal to take me out... The little demon will do her best to cleanse her past sins."

　　 "Girl, look up."

　　 A soft voice sounded.

　　The charming woman had already brewed her emotions, and the tears in her eyes fell between her head, like spring apricots and pear blossoms with rain, looking at Xiang Baiquan pitifully.

　　 But she suddenly noticed something weird, because the little Taoist's eyes were a little...too bleak.

　　 She was overjoyed and her chest straightened.

However...

　　 "It's not the type I like." Xiang Baiquan took a look, swept his eyes with contempt, and said with a smile, "It's too small."

　　 Then, without saying anything, he drew his sword and cut his luck.

　　 The flattering woman was still in shock, and saw a cold light flashing, her head had been cut off.

The head fell to the ground and turned into a ferocious head, and the graceful body lost the support of its transforming power, expanded, and turned back into a ten-meter-long body with a severed head, which was icy and hard. on the ground.

　　蛟 blood spilled all over the floor, very dazzling.

　　 And this scene also exploded the brothers and sisters who were observing through the "significant match".

　　 "Senior brother actually said that it is too small? This perspective is really the blind spot of the poor..."

　　 "I’m afraid I don’t know that there is an obvious match, right? That’s right, my junior’s approach is superficial, and it’s normal if I don’t know that there is a match."

　　 "I always thought that Junior Brother was hiding awkwardness, but today is like waking up from a big dream, Junior Brother is really awkward."

　　 "Junior brother is really stupid...I don't need to subdue a dragon demon for free. According to his own cultivation level, it will be difficult to go down the mountain? With the help of the dragon demon, that would be much better."

　　 "Hey... the younger brother is not young anymore, and he doesn't think about his future. He doesn't go out and wander around. Who will support him?"

　　"I raise him~www.wuxiahere.com~ A beautiful senior lady who has a mole under her eyes took a sentence very seriously.

　　 All the senior brothers and sisters looked sideways one after another, then their eyes drooped and swept across the senior sister's chest, and laughed unclearly.

Sister 　　 also looked down, she was very sad, she silently took out a stack of charms in her arms...

　　 "Sister Yu, please be calm..."

　　 "You are a cultivator, so be quiet and do nothing..."

　　Senior Sister Jiaomei heard the words "Quiet and Wuwei" and felt that it made sense, so she pulled one from the stack of talisman.

　　 But after another thought, he tilted his head and said, "Master said, those who practice the Tao should do whatever they want."

　　 After that, she drew a few more chapters from her arms, and then Yufu, hit the same door.

　　 The picture was a bit messy for a while.

　　......

　　 In the lock demon tower, Xiang Baiquan looked at the flood dragon that had transformed into its original form.

　　 What flashed in his mind was the information he had collected these days.

　　 This dragon is a disaster in the Qiantang area, often sweeping away fishermen along the river at the peak of the tide in late summer and early autumn.

　　 And these fishermen will turn into minions, and they can only lurch between the waves forever, pushing the white waves day and night without stopping...

　　 Unless, this Minion can find a substitute for the dead, only then can he be liberated and go to reincarnation.

　　 And this morphing dragon caught by the master is the most evil demon in the Qiantang River flood, and the number of innocent people killed is unknown.

　　 If there is no distinction between good and evil, how can you have a smooth heart, how can you have a happy life?

　　 So, how can he forgive me?

　　 "I, Xiang Baiquan, is never a person who would wrong himself in order to get benefits."

　　 Xiang Baiquan did not regret, put away his sword, turned and left the demon lock tower, at the same time in his heart faintly said: "System, sign me in!!!"