After the global recovery I crossed

People are always full of fear of the unknown.

Some are separated by a door, and people will be frightened by their own imagination without knowing what is on the other side of the door.

But people are inherently mortal, but it is not good to be scared to death by yourself.

The door slowly widened, and the black shadow gradually covered the front.

Lin Xingtao immediately stood in front of the others, grabbed the incense burner from Qingqing's hand, and made a step-back jump shot with graceful posture and smooth movements——

After a quarter of a Bernoulli hyperbola, the censer hits something and falls to the ground.

The ashes were scattered all over the floor, and the stove was spinning around on the ground, and was stopped by a foot.

It was a black boot with a white sole, and the sole was covered with dirty snow and blood.

A voice as old as bark and as hoarse as a branch trembling in the wind resounded:

"Which little brother hit me?"

"Old monster!" Da Le exclaimed.

The old man standing at the door suddenly blew his beard and stared: "You beggar, don't talk nonsense! I am the eighth generation head disciple of the Zhengqing sect, Bu Guozi!"

The old man walked into the Taoist temple while talking, and saw that he was wearing a tattered but decent Taoist robe, with a water bag and a package hanging around his waist, and holding a whisk that was too cold to hang down in his hand.

The old man was very thin, and his face could be regarded as thin. His white beard was cold enough to hang down to his chest, but he might have an elegant appearance of immortality.

He stared, and the snowflakes on his eyebrows fell into his eyes, which was a little funny.And when he walked into the Taoist temple, a blush appeared on his face, as if the air in this Taoist temple made him particularly comfortable.

"I didn't expect this small temple to be protected by a god. No wonder the crow demon can't get in, so he has to open the door with the palm of a monk." He looked around, feeling quite emotional.

"Grandpa Guozi, did you kill the monster?" Qingqing asked him.

Bu Guozi nodded and shook his head again: "The crow demon has some relationship with the three underworld people, so he can't be killed if he can't be killed. Also, don't call him Laodao Guozi, but Bu Guozi, otherwise the Taoist leader will do."

Lin Xingtao asked him: "Is the Taoist chief going to rest in the small temple?"

Bu Guozi stroked his stiff beard, and took a careful look at Lin Xingtao. There seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes. He said with a smile, "No hurry, let me worship the god of this place."

He pinched his beard, squeezed the water out of the beard, and then respectfully worshiped in front of the clay statue, kowtowing his head.

Da Le and Qing Qing's eyes widened, and Lin Xingtao couldn't help being shocked.

Because the dead statue shook slightly, shaking off some mud.

Bu Guozi got up from the ground and faced Lin Xingtao, and the whisk brushed past his eyes, and suddenly shouted: "Open!"

Immediately, his gaze was like a torch, and there was a real light in his eyes.

An indescribable sense of trembling crawled all over Lin Xingtao's body, it was a tingling feeling that his secret was being pryed into.

How should I put it, it was like a red fox jumping through the heart, and was aimed at by a pitch-black muzzle in an instant.

Lin Xingtao's eyes went dark, and a pair of shining golden eyes flashed in his vision.

He suddenly felt that he was about to usher in a huge turning point in this world.

His chance is not that Second Miss Xiao, not that young Taoist, but this bad old man.

There was a sound of "peng" and "click" in my ear.

Quiet for a while.

Lin Xingtao opened his eyes, and was shocked to see Bu Guozi kneeling on the ground, covering his eyes with his fingers, with blood dripping between his fingers.

Qingqing's panicked voice was next to her ears: "Grandpa Bu, are you okay?"

There is also the voice of Dale: "The idol is cracked!"

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Lin Xingtao was tightly held by a bad old man.

The palm of his hand was hot and dry, Lin Xingtao didn't want to let go of it, for fear of accidentally making Bu Guozi's nosebleed even more violent.

Bu Guozi's eyes were full of heat, and he said sincerely: "Young master, the old Taoist sees that your bones are so clear, and there is a bruise swirling on the top of your head, it is beyond words!"

Lin Xingtao looked up at the sky.

"Don't believe me, my lord, this is the way for us ascetics to hope for energy."

"I am an old Taoist with meager skills, and I can't get a glimpse of the true fate of the young master, so I have to rely on the power of the gods in this temple. Hey, even if this is the case, the old Tao has lost decades of life!"

Bu Guozi sniffed his nose to suck back the foam, and his eyes conveyed a convincing and sincere light to Lin Xingtao.

I believe you a ghost, you bad old man is very bad.

Just now I wanted to take advantage of other people's ignorance to secretly watch other people's luck, so you can see it if you want to.

"I don't believe it." Lin Xingtao rolled his eyes, "Unless I see it myself."

The old man seemed to be capable, but his luck really sounded like the nonsense of some charlatans.

Bu Guozi let out an "ouch", a little anxious.

"This method of hopeful qi was created by my patriarch of the Zhengqing sect. It should not be passed on lightly." He said so, but he quickly took out a small crumpled notebook from his pocket with distaste for integrity, and said brazenly, "You If you worship me as your teacher, I will bestow this method on you."

Lin Xingtao remained motionless as he looked at Bu Guozi's eyes, which seemed to be sincere but concealed a hint of anticipation.

It's not that he wants anything from others.

It's not him, he wants to be that dog licker.

Seeing that Lin Xingtao was unmoved and only maintained his dignity for a while, Bu Guozi stuffed the small book into Lin Xingtao's arms.

"Oh, I think you have great luck, I have no chance to be your master, and I will be your senior brother." He said shamelessly.

Lin Xingtao ignored his constant yelling of "junior brother, junior brother" who had no previous superior demeanor, and sat cross-legged on the ground to look at the booklet.

On the cover, there are a few big characters in flying and phoenix dances - "Kanxu Tongming Shenyanshu".

Open the small book, there are words and pictures for reference, but it is unexpectedly delicate and reliable.

"Those who desire energy need to meditate on it, observe it silently, do not look at people who cannot be looked at, such as people whose blood is surging, and black evil is formed... Two eyes can see that there are mottled colors, which are based on the five virtues, blue and purple are noble, golden red Next--"

Then there is the description of the inner Qi making it cover the eyes.

"Junior Brother!" Just as Lin Xingtao was pondering how to be hopeful, Bu Guozi slapped him hard behind him, his mouth solemn.

"Relax your body and hold your breath!"

"Senior brother has never practiced the Tao and has no Taoism, let me help you, senior brother!"

Lin Xingtao subconsciously followed what he said, and an inexplicable force rushed from Bu Guozi's palm to his forehead, gathered between his eyes, and then slowly spread out from his eyes.

His mind was clear, as if he had drunk several bowls of coffee.

With a sting in his eyes, the whole world is different in his eyes.

A kind of extremely dim golden light flowed in his vision.

These golden lights are like 3D naked-eye special effects, elusive but close at hand.

The golden light lingered around the entire Taoist temple, and gathered on the statues in the temple, but the golden light couldn't stop overflowing from the gap just now.

"This is the golden energy of the gods. Although this god is precious, it has already suffered great damage and is about to be exhausted." Bu Guozi explained to him.

Lin Xingtao turned his gaze to Bai Qi who had the most amount of energy.

The beggars in the Taoist temple were more or less white qi rising from their bodies, and he unexpectedly discovered that some of the white qi gathered towards him.

"White qi is the qi of the common people, the rarest and most common, the more it is, the healthier the body is. Those who gather white qi are the heads of the people, like county guards, like landlords, and it is where the hearts of the people and the power of the people gather!"

"Cultivators of the Tao can also gather the power of the people's hearts to make a difference. It is luck to open mountains and rivers!"

Lin Xingtao suppressed the shock of seeing something strange, and looked at the other colors hidden in the white air.

In the extraordinarily vigorous and exuberant white air, there are large swirls of crimson, and in the center of the vortex there is a little bit of red condensed into gold—this kind of air lingers around Da Le.

"Red is auspicious! This kid has auspicious luck, and his luck is red. Thinking about some noble person he met recently, the red color has turned into crimson, and even now it has a hint of gold!"

"Gold is to the gods, it is the unique aura of the gods, and to the mortals, it is the aura of nobility! From now on, this son will be a noble person!"

When Lin Xingtao heard the word "noble person", he thought of the Second Miss Xiao. After careful identification, he found a ray of red coming from outside the window.

That direction may be the Sheriff's Mansion.

There is still a little black air that is slowly dissipating in the temple, and it is the most at the door, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Black Qi is the evil spirit, mostly owned by monsters, marching soldiers, and murderers like hemp."

Lin Xingtao nodded, and looked sideways at Bu Guozi.

The white qi around the old man is sluggish, presumably because of the damage to his lifespan as he himself said, but the red and gold qi around his body kept rising, covering him like an umbrella, and the old man's face was reflected in the big screen. In the aura of red gold, it is like a master of Taoism.

"Look at the top of my head, is there any bruise?"

Lin Xingtao immediately raised his head.

I saw the breath rushing from the tip of the umbrella, and a wisp of extremely pale purple air emerged from the tip of the umbrella, and then melted into the red gold, which was almost indistinguishable.

And at the moment when the purple qi came out, all the qi in Bu Guozi's body was ready to move towards Lin Xingtao, as if trying to wrap him around.

"If you practice my Zhengqing School's Wang Qi method, you will belong to my Zhengqing School! You are my junior brother, you and I have a karma, and our breaths are intertwined. I guess I have already been tainted with your aura of nobility!" Bu Guozi's eyes glowed brightly. Flashing, let out a hearty laugh.

Lin Xingtao didn't realize that he had been tricked, and was only immersed in the ethereal world of luck, without blinking his eyes.

"It's a pity that the hopeful can't see himself!"

Lin Xingtao suddenly looked at himself, he really couldn't see his anger.

His whole body was clean, but the white air of Guannei Beggar floated to his side but disappeared in an instant.

Just when he was extremely disappointed, Bu Guozi chuckled, took out something from his bosom with one hand and handed it to Lin Xingtao.

It is a small mirror, the special thing is that its mirror surface is clear, like a modern glass mirror.

"Brother has a way to let you see your luck!"

Bu Guozi held up two fingers to control things, and the mirror rose up in the air and stopped in front of Lin Xingtao, reflecting his surprised face because he saw something incredible.

The author has something to say: To sum it up: the cyan qi is the most noble; the golden qi can be possessed by both gods and ordinary people, and is less expensive; the red qi represents good luck and wealth; the white qi is common; the black qi is evil.

In fact, there is also a green aura, which is covered on the top of the head in the shape of a hat. Only smart people can see this green hat.