The sky was so gloomy that day, and the sky seemed much lower. If you watched it for a long time, you would inevitably feel a little gloomy.

The Taoist Master Qi told the old lady Shen Shilai that he was afraid of wasting time. There was a ritual for a sacrifice before the altar. It would take at least half an hour to go there. Unexpectedly, the old lady was already impatient. Before Shen Shi arrived, he hurried over, and the crowd was waiting in the hall. The time was not yet here, and the Taoist priests were reciting on the cushion, and they could only wait by the side. This made Young Master Zhang feel troubled. After a short while, the yawns were one after another.

I scratched my ears and foreheads, stared at me, and did everything I could pass the time. Finally, I leaned against the pillar in the middle of the hall in a daze, looking quiet, but my right hand didn't stop, and I touched the pillar. After a while, the faded patent leather mixed with gray and dry wood chips fell all over the floor.

The results were gratifying, but he looked dull. He looked at the wood chips on the ground, looked at the pillars that were tragically injured, and glanced at the entire hall. It seemed that he had never practiced kung fu or the Nine Yin White Bone Claws. So the question is, how did this supporting pillar that was trapped? No matter how you look at this hall, it looks like a tofu project, and it won't collapse, right?

While he was thinking about it, a scorching gaze came. Young Master Zhang subconsciously looked up, but the Taoist priest glared at him. The hatred in his eyes could not be covered up, but there was no intention of concealing it. He tried to use his eyes to severely punish the demon king of the world.

Unfortunately, this gaze was not at all lethal. Someone had no feeling at all. Instead, he wanted to tease the little Taoist priest, and then extended his sinful hand to the pillar.

The Taoist priest almost vomited blood, and his disgust for Zhang Yao increased a little more. As the saying goes, he was not upset when he saw him, so he turned his head angrily, too lazy to pay attention to this young master.

True Man Xia Fei knew everything about the hall. After calculating the time, he opened his eyes and stood up. Everyone was shocked. He turned around and said, "Old Mr. Zhang, the time has come. Please let anyone else leave the hall and we will start the prayer ceremony."

"Zhang Ren!" The old lady turned around and said sternly: "Take people to guard the Xiafei Temple gate. No one is allowed to enter the Taoist temple until we come out!"

Change of fate is of great importance. The old lady only told Zhang Yao that she had no choice but to do so. Zhang Ren and Wang Ma, Mr. Xi Da, and the other two knew something. The old lady told them, but it was said that the Taoist priests of Xia Feiguan were superb medical skills and magical talismans could cure all diseases. However, they did not like false reputations and were unwilling to be disturbed by ordinary people to practice, so they repeatedly asked for confidentiality.

The secret is relatively important. The most important thing is the hidden meaning behind it. The old lady can talk about it to the three of them, so she regards them as the people she trusts the most. The three of them are tactful and patted their chests to promise that they will not tell them even if they die.

After hearing the old lady's order, Zhang Ren and others took their leave. After all, it was not the first time. As early as the morning, a servant went down the mountain to guard the intersection to dissuade those who wanted to climb the mountain today. Not only the bottom of the mountain, but also the top of the mountain. Just in case, Zhang Ren personally guarded the gate of the Taoist temple. A square chair blocked most of the door. He sat there until the door behind him opened again.

"Qi Luo, Yanshen, and Xiaoliu, you three are guarding the gate of the hall, don't let someone come in."

"Here!"

Qi Luo was the Taoist Priest Qi, Yan Kun was standing beside him, and Xiao Liu was the Taoist Priest. He looked reluctant and followed the two Taoist Priests slowly, with a longing on his face, his face full of desire to leave.

Zhenren Xia Fei just thought it was invisible. In the blink of an eye, there were six people left in the hall. The door closed with a squeak. The hall became much darker in an instant. He waved his whisk gently, and I don’t know if it was an illusion. At that moment, Mr. Zhang seemed to see countless patterns from the walls and windows, but it soon disappeared.

"Old layman Zhang, Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Ling, please kneel on this cushion, listen to my command, and kneel down to worship the statue of the Dharma Lord Xuantian God!"

Mr. Zhang was very well-behaved. Although he was stubborn, he knew that he could not do anything in this situation. He looked at the old lady and was about to come forward to support him, but he didn't expect that the old lady looked stern and looked at the cuntuan and signaled: "Yao'er, kneel on it!"

The old lady refers to the cushion in the middle, slightly higher than the two next to it. Since ancient times, they have grown up, young and younger, but they don’t expect that today will be different. Judging from the meaning of Xia Fei, I should have acquiesced.

He obediently walked to the cushion and knelt down. The old lady was on the left and Zhao Qi was on the right. No one knew that Zhao Qi had experienced a fierce ideological struggle. She wanted to refuse. She only remembered the strange situation that suddenly appeared yesterday. Finally, she sighed quietly. The immortal cultivator respected the gods and did not worship the gods. This is the final bottom line. Therefore, although she seemed to be kneeling on the ground, her knee was still a little distance from the cushion.

"I wish the grace of God to live!"

As soon as Xia Fei finished speaking, Master Zhang lay on the ground and kowtowed directly. The two Taoist priests next to him frowned. Mrs. Zhang and Zhao Qi were different. He pressed his left hand with his right hand, bowed his hand in front of the knee, and his hands were not dispersed. He slowly stretched his head to the ground in front of his hand. After bent his head and touched the ground, he waited for a while before he raised his head again.

This is called bowing, which is the greatest gift for nine worships. Whether it is royal nobles or ordinary people, it is the first thing children in the family need to learn after they have memories. Etiquette is so important that they don’t even understand etiquette and are arguing for others!

Real person Xia Fei was so sad that he wanted to go forward to correct it, but in the end he ended up holding it up. Forget it, why bother with this person who is not stingy? Hurry up and let him get out!

"Two pay homage to the grace of the earth for raising it,"

"Three bows..."

...

"Nine Blessings and Blessings of the Holy True Lord Xuantian, the grace of God recreated!"

After kowtowing nine times in a row, Mr. Zhang was enough, and kept complaining in his heart. It would be fine if he worshiped the heaven and earth, but he also worshiped a lot of gods who didn't know what it was. This Taoist disciple who claimed to be the true king of the saint, Xuantian, ranked him ninth, and thought about it, was convinced.

"The ceremony is over!"

These two words made him much happier. The struggle for a long time finally ended, but it was a bit early to be happy. The old lady and Zhao Qi got up, but he still had to continue the next ceremony.

"Zhang's descendant Yao, today, will perform seven rituals, and hope that the Holy True Lord Xuantian will bless you and all will be safe and safe!"

He kowtowed seven times in a row, and the real person Xia Fei seemed to be deliberately tormenting him, and said again: "Sir, the Emperor of Yan Luo, thank you for your blessings, five times!"

...

97531, Mr. Zhang was completely numb after this trip. Well, this Xiafei Temple has something to do with Emperor Yan Luo and the gods in all directions. His beliefs are also widespread, but I don’t know what the gods and immortals in the sky and the ground will think after they know it.

Finally, I glanced at Xia Fei Zhenren. The meaning of that look was very clear. Is there any? I will get up without me.

Of course, the true man Xia Fei can understand this look. He thought that no matter how he said he was a master of Taoism, although he was not famous in the world of cultivation, he would definitely shock others when he got a Taoist technique outside. Today he was willing to change his fate for this kid. That was the blessing saved by the eight generations of his ancestors of the Zhang family. But do you feel a little grateful to the boy?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, Twenty-eight, you are all dead, I want to wipe your butt, this damn cause and effect, this damn god... Cough cough, weather!

That's right, it's the weather. Whoever dares to say that it's not true Xia Fei dares to be anxious with him. That person is the best-selling person in this world. Of course, he also has a little disadvantage, that is, he may not be able to hear good words, but if you dare...

Boom! A thunderbolt exploded above my head, and the real person Xiafei shivered subconsciously. The faces of the two Taoist priests next to me instantly became extremely ugly. They stared at the real person Xiafei without blinking, hoping to rush up and beat him up.

"Yeah? Thundering?" Mr. Zhang looked at the window curiously. As soon as he finished speaking, the rain sounded like a bean-sized raindrops hit the eaves of doors and windows, and thunder sounded outside the windows, and from time to time, lightning shone near the house.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, without further ado, let's move on to the next step!"

Real person Xia Fei didn't dare to think about it anymore. If he made the person unhappy, he might not say that the thunder would fall directly on his head. After the worship ceremony, he was too lazy to disguise himself. He stared at Mr. Zhang and shouted loudly: "Open!"

Two golden lights flew out from his eyes, the old lady looked nervous, but Young Master Zhang felt like she was not wearing clothes, and subconsciously wanted to tighten her body. Unexpectedly, the golden light suddenly turned and moved to Zhao Qi. "Hey, what are you doing?" He was anxious at the time. The effect of this golden light was not clear, but from what she felt just now, it seemed to have a perspective function. Now the golden light moved to his wife, and the Hulk and Wang Baoqiang flashed in his mind instantly...

The golden light comes and goes quickly. The real person of Xiafei bows his head and ponders. If this person lives longer, the longer the fortune pillar; if his life is hard, the thicker the fortune pillar; in addition, the color represents good fortune. The darker the color, the thicker the fortune.

The pillar above Zhang Yao's head was as white as a needle, which shows that he had a short life and was very lucky. It was obvious that he was a premature death. The reason why the color was milky white was the result of Zhang's blessing. It was also a pity that Twenty-eight used the methods in advance and laid six needles on this pillar, which made him live to this day!

As for his wife, it was amazing. The pillar of luck was like a candle, and the color was purple. In addition, there was a slight yellow, which meant that this woman was born in a prominent family. The slight yellow proved that there was a noble person in her family. If she was within a hundred years, she would be a palace concubine; if she was within a hundred years, she would be a noble concubine!

Unfortunately, Xia Fei sighed in his heart that when this woman married into the Zhang family, her fortune pillar would be integrated with the Zhang family's fortune. Although she was a legitimate daughter, she was not a legitimate son. This fortune pillar would gradually be assimilated by the Zhang family's fortune. The purple purple on the fortune pillar could be retained in the end, only the old genius knew about it.

Leaving the emotion in his heart, Xia Fei's face turned upright, and he looked at the old lady and said seriously: "Mr. Zhang, you have thought about it. Once this seven-characteristic rebellion formation begins, your Zhang family's fortune will turn into firewood, and there may not be many that can be injected into Mr. Zhang in the end!"
Chapter completed!