The Taoist Master's Book of Merit[Zhongyingmei]

As the number one sect in the Central Plains, Wudang has never been afraid of anyone.

Every day, Yan Zhiyu followed his senior brother and blocked the gate of Huashan asking for money, wearing a mink Chongyang suit to watch the group of poor Chinese disciples shivering in the cold in his school.

Senior brother has something to do today, Yan Zhiyu prepared a bowl of Hu spicy soup for each of the seniors who didn’t have Chongyang sets, and when they arrived at Huashan, they saw a young junior sister wearing a Huashan disciple’s uniform slowly crawling towards her sect’s residence. Yan Zhiyu's eyes turned green, and he hugged Yan Zhiyu's thigh quickly and ruthlessly.

Yan Zhiyu doesn't quite understand, is it possible that Huashan is so poor that he can't even afford Hu spicy soup?

Huashan Junior Sister, who was fed a bowl of Hu spicy soup by him, laughed heartily, "Isn't the money owed to Wudang still unpaid? Everyone in the sect is saving money on food and expenses. Don't worry, Daoist Master. We will definitely pay the money next year." Return!" She clasped her fists at Yan Zhiyu to salute, and finally gave him a red envelope as a thank you gift, and before leaving, she blinked at Yan Zhiyu, with a mean smile on her face that any man could understand, but Yan Zhiyu didn't understand , he just came of age this year.

Yan Zhiyu picked up the somewhat large red envelope and stood at the gate of Huashan as a routine, his head full of Senior Brother Cai who was still paying off his debts at Dianxiang Pavilion.

He touched his empty purse, a little frustrated, Huashan needs money, Wudang also needs money, Senior Brother Cai is still lighting the incense pavilion, if Wudang disciples don’t cover it, Senior Brother Cai will be prostituted by others Where to put your face.

Thinking that it would be his turn to visit Senior Brother Cai at Dianxiang Pavilion tomorrow, and Senior Brother Cai raised the price again, Yan Zhiyu's liver trembled with pain, and besides, he didn't have enough money to spend the night at Senior Brother Cai's.He looked back at those juniors with cute faces, and felt that for Senior Brother Cai's last face, it was better not to let them know that Senior Brother Cai was in Dianxiang Pavilion.

With a shred of hope, he opened the red envelope given by Junior Sister Qionghua.

So the Wudang disciples standing obediently beside Yan Zhiyu saw their Senior Brother Yan, who was like a flower in the mountains, holding the Yunmeng apron taken out of the red envelope with trembling hands. He choked out a sentence, "How decent is Cheng!"

After returning that afternoon, Yan Zhiyu walked around the floor-sweeping monk with his brothers behind his back, and squatted at the entrance of Shaolin Temple wearing a face mask and a chain dock cover. Said: "Yunmeng Dudou, either."

In the end, the bellyband was bought by a female disciple of Anxiang who was passing by, and Yan Zhiyu didn't get any reward.

Because he only had time to summon Feijian at that time, he was pressed close to the wall by Anxiang's disciple and forcibly searched out his bellyband. fly.

After Anxiang left, Yan Zhiyu, who was so shy that he was about to faint, was left alone to sit on the ground and calm down. Fei Jian worriedly picked up the clothes on his chest, wanting to see if the woman had slapped his master on the chest before leaving. hurt him.

Yan Zhiyu sat for a long time with a blushing face, feeling dizzy, his mind full of the feeling that his pectoral muscles were finally pinched, was he being prostituted for nothing, oh yes, he was also robbed Meng Dudou, what will Brother Cai do tonight!

Yan Zhiyu who had calmed down did not dare to return to Wudang, for fear of being beaten to death by Senior Brother Qiu, he stroked the flying sword, feeling that it was still early and he still had a chance, such as going to Yunmeng Tangchi part-time to do Tai Chi to promote lactation and so on.

But since he became an adult for three days, he vowed not to go to Yunmeng Tangchi again. He still remembers that when he went to a part-time massage with his senior brother last time, those Yunmeng disciples had bright eyes when they saw him and senior brother, and said He has a delicate body and is easy to push down, how is this possible, he is not, he has muscles, six pack abs!

In order to prove that he is no worse than his senior brother, he specially asked his senior brother to compare his arm strength with him. As a result, he slipped and fell into his senior brother's arms accidentally.Since then, the whole Central Plains has known that Yan Xiaodao of Wudang had an affair with his senior brother.

Yan Zhiyu lingered and didn't make up his mind to go to Yunmeng Tangchi again. He missed the Golden Summit in Wudang. In the past, whenever he had something on his mind, he would jump off the Golden Summit, and the inspiration came out of him immediately.

But ever since a Wudang senior was seriously injured when he jumped to the Golden Dome after drinking, the headmaster forbade the disciples who didn't have the life extension pill to jump to the Golden Dome.Yan Zhiyu has been coveting the life extension pill for a long time. It is said that only those who have made great contributions to the sect can have it. He also wants to jump to the golden summit and he also wants the life extension pill.

Yan Zhiyu flew aimlessly, leaned over and saw a group of Shaolin disciples lined up waiting to jump to Jiming Temple.

Yan Zhiyu fell down, and tentatively poked the monk in front of him, "Little master, I'm in a hurry, can I stand in front of you?" The little monk smiled tolerantly, and Yan Zhiyu squeezed his way to the front, flattered He was preparing to dance at the Jiming Temple. After calculating the time and preparing for inspiration, he performed a gorgeous light work and then landed steadily.

So that day, more than a dozen monks, big and small, under the Jiming Temple, saw Wudang's trail leader flutter gracefully in the air a few times, and then suddenly fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Several Shaolin monks quickly went up to help him up to teach the exercises, but found that no matter how he taught the exercises, the master did not respond.

After getting the news, everyone in Wudang rushed to take away Yan Zhiyu, who was seriously injured and unconscious. Brother Qiu, the head of Wudang, gave Yan Zhiyu a life-sustaining pill, but Yan Zhiyu didn't respond. The invited disciple Yunmeng saw it. After a long time, he said to Senior Brother Qiu who still had no expression on his face, "It's not because the life extension pill is useless, but because your senior brother doesn't want to wake up."

"Ok?"

"I was in his dream..." Disciple Yunmeng paused, and said in an uncertain tone, "Seeing him crying and working part-time in Yunmeng Tangchi to make money, when will your Wudang be reduced to the same level as Huashan?"

"Ok?"

"……what do you want to say in the end"

"Ok?"

"Then do you need me to pull him out of the dream?" Disciple Yunmeng asked cautiously. She actually saw a hint of hatred in Senior Brother Qiu's eyes looking at Master Yan Xiaodao just now. She said tentatively, "No It’s for use, life-sustaining pill is eaten, it can’t be picked out.”

Senior Brother Qiu's bright eyes dimmed.

"Well" what a pity.