Gift

On Mount Longhu, Zhang Ruosu looked at the sentence that it was probably flying here, and his face was full of suspicion.

Then he instinctively made a guess.

Well, flying here, could it be an expedited courier, directly transported by air?

It's just a small favor, why give a gift?

It's really too polite.

The old Taoist opened the mobile app with his fingers quickly, and his face was full of expectation, but he found that there was no courier sent to his number.

He became more and more suspicious.

Soon, Zhang Ruosu knew what was going on.

At first, it was the young Taoist who was worried and went to see the situation near Quan City. Then he found that another strong magic reaction left Quan City, which made him feel a little nervous. When he looked again, he found that this time it was coming directly to his home, which made him sweat immediately.

He ran to find Zhang Ruosu and told him the matter.

The old Taoist priest was startled at first, and then he realized what the phrase "probably flying here" meant. His mouth twitched, and he almost pulled his beard off. But looking at the somewhat flustered junior, he was gentle and comforted: "This is normal, don't make a fuss."

"It's just a gift from a Taoist friend."

"Look, isn't it coming?"

Accompanied by the whistling wind, an eight-sided Han sword came from a distance, surrounded by a large group of wind. The Taoists noticed the uninvited guest and looked up, but heard Zhang Ruosu's nonchalant voice. The old man was only on the top of the mountain, but his voice rang in the ears of every Taoist in the entire Longhu Mountain, saying:

"Disperse, it's just a flying sword, and the Taoist friend just sent something over. What are you looking at?"

"Go and practice."

So everyone was relieved. Zhang Ruosu was calm and indifferent, secretly happy and proud. Who has ever seen a flying sword giving gifts? With a wave of his hand, the eight-sided Han sword whistled softly, and was pulled by the wind and fell beside Zhang Ruosu. There was a mobile phone hanging on the phone, and a navigation voice said:

"This navigation has ended. The journey is 582 kilometers. You have exceeded the speed limit in 310 sections and taken 1,300 photos of traffic violations. The navigation reminds you to drive safely, for the sake of others and yourself, please surrender to the nearest police station as soon as possible..."

"The Longhushan Police Station has been automatically contacted."

Zhang Ruosu: "..."

Young Taoist: "..."

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help laughing. He smiled generously and said, "You really keep up with the times." He took off the phone, handed it to the young disciple next to him, and ordered, "Go and fill it up."

The Taoist took the phone, but was still curious in his heart, wondering what gift the flying sword sent.

Zhang Ruosu didn't drive him away.

He opened the express box leisurely and saw a head with an unwilling face.

The old Taoist paused.

The two young Taoists beside him turned pale with shock.

The old Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly, subconsciously thinking that this was the movement and trouble that the owner of the hall was talking about, and immediately denied this possibility.

He pointed at one point.

He had already found the hidden true spirit and took it out.

He opened his five fingers slightly, and the picture evolved.

......

Wei Yuan received a call.

The call was from Longhu Mountain, from Zhang Ruosu.

Wei Yuan saw who was calling, paused, answered the phone, and the two were silent for a while, then he heard Zhang Ruosu's voice for the first time, old and steady, slowly said: "Friend Wei, we have been friends for a long time."

Wei Yuan had guessed Zhang Ruosu's identity before.

After all, the previous diversion of the Huai River was not something that ordinary disciples of the Tianshi Mansion could cover up.

Although he was a little surprised at the oldness of the voice, he could accept it.

"It seems that the Taoist priest has seen the real spirit."

Zhang Ruosu said slowly: "Of course."

"This man is the next generation of the host candidate of the famous temple in Fuso, Sakurajima, Kyoto, and the only son of the current host, Mogi Yoshiyuki. This time he came to Shenzhou in person and actually set his sights on the divinity and spiritual veins of Shenzhou, which is what he calls immortal. Thank you for this, Taoist friend, for taking him down with thunderbolt means."

Wei Yuan hummed and asked:

"If I kill him, will it cause trouble to you?"

"Heh... Of course not."

"Then how do you plan to deal with the disciples of this big sect in Fuso? But do you have to erase the secrets to prevent Fuso from finding them?"

This is also what Wei Yuan thought before, and the most likely option for the official to choose, so that there will be no evidence.

In the Tianshi Mansion, the kind-looking old Taoist replied calmly:

"Erase the secret?"

"Of course not, we should package this head well and send it to the temple in Kyoto."

Zhang Ruosu said: "They covet Shenzhou and use such dirty means, which is already a violation of Shenzhou."

"In this matter of family and country, we should not give in an inch and repay tenfold."

He smiled and said:

"Actually, this is a bit particular."

"After all, we are a country of etiquette, the great China."

"He sent his children here, and we sent his children back. This is called reciprocity; on the surface, we can give them a little bit, which is called the demeanor of a great country, but we will not give in at all, And this is called the bottom line of rules; if they don't know what's good for them, then they don't even need to save face, this is called courtesy before force."

"Many people in our Shenzhou read books and always think that they should be elegant and gentle, and follow the golden mean. This is not right..."

"The golden mean is the restraint and restriction of the strong on their own power and desires. I can easily do other things, I can act domineeringly, plunder and suppress the weak at will, but I restrain myself, do good, restrain myself, and follow the rules. This is called the golden mean; instead of having no choice but to do this, being excluded and bullied by others, and comforting myself by saying that this is called the golden mean, the law of our ancestors, it is a joke in the world."

"A book in one hand and a sword in the other, a sword under the full belly of knowledge, this is right."

Wei Yuan said: "What will they do?"

Zhang Ruosu smiled and replied: "They will pretend that nothing happened, accept the gifts politely, and then send high-quality spiritual materials as a return gift and apology. On the surface, they are friendly and humble, and people who don't know will think that they have a good relationship with us."

"They are always like this."

"Kindness will be regarded as weakness, and generosity will be regarded as being bullied. They are like jackals, with small gifts but no great righteousness. They only recognize swords and pain. Only by beating them upright and letting them know that they can never offend my Shenzhou, can they learn to be obedient."

"You can save a little bit of face that is not important and give them a way out."

"But inside, every inch of my Shenzhou is flowing "Wei Yuan said, "Zhang Daoyou knows them well." Zhang Ruosu said with a smile, "I don't have much talent, so I can only practice hard. When I was young, I went to war-torn countries to hone my skills, and then I sealed my Dharma lineage. I traveled from east to west, visited Japan, Goryeo, and Fog City, and fought all the way back. I returned to Longhu Mountain in my thirties and inherited my master's mantle." "There are two famous Japanese swords with broken blades under the bed." "In ancient times, Longhu Mountain wanted to suppress the Shenzhou Dharma lineage; now that all countries on this earth are connected, Longhu naturally has to suppress the world's Dharma lineage to be qualified to inherit the mantle." Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, opened his palm, and the seal rose and fell on his palm. He said: "Daoyou Zhang, can I personally deliver this 'gift' in a few days?"

He still remembered that the Fuso people were planning to form an alliance with the Taiping tribe. This matter had nothing to do with other things. As a disciple of the Shenzhou Taiping Dao, half of his current Taoist skills were Taiping orthodox teachings. He had to go there in person for this matter, and he could also find out about Xu Shi's situation.

Of course, we have to wait until the Yin Shang ancestral vein is connected with the mountain god seal.

We must have our own trump card and be able to have a certain degree of confidence in escaping Xu Shi unscathed.

Zhang Ruosu was surprised, and then nodded and said: "Of course."

The old Taoist smiled and said: "When the time comes, Daoyou, come to Longhu Mountain in person and take this thing. Although I can't go down the mountain for too long, I can let my junior brother accompany Daoyou to Fuso Kyoto City."

The two exchanged greetings for a while before ending the call.

Zhang Ruosu stroked his beard and sighed, "Mobile phones are still more convenient. It was too slow to raise spirit beasts before."

He looked at the head in the express box again, frowned slightly, waved his sleeves and asked another Taoist to hold the box, and ordered:

"Freeze it with an ice talisman and wait for him to come and pick it up."

"Yes, Tianshi."

The young Taoist left with the box.

After walking a few steps, Zhang Ruosu frowned and called out: "Hey, come back."

"Forget it, why use ice talismans, just find a formalin to soak it, why do you want such a good treatment."

"This... I understand, Grandmaster."

After walking a few more steps, the young Taoist slowed down his pace and counted the numbers silently in his heart. Sure enough, after only a few steps, Zhang Ruosu spoke again:

"Wait a minute."

The old Taoist was entangled with white eyebrows, and finally said: "Using formalin is too cheap for him."

"You go down the mountain, find a construction site, bring back a bucket of lime, pickle it, just don't let it get moldy and smelly. It's hot, don't make it smelly everywhere. This is the quiet holy land of Longhu Mountain. It's embarrassing if it stinks too much."

The young Taoist responded:

"Okay, Grandmaster!"

Turned around and left quickly.

Zhang Ruosu shook her head, laughing at herself for being too old to control her temper. She tapped the Eight-sided Han Sword with her fingers three times in a row, and the Wind Order that had just dispersed after running thousands of miles gathered again, densely covering the entire sword.

Then she placed her cell phone on it and threw it casually. The Eight-sided Han Sword whistled and flew out of Longhu Mountain in a blink of an eye.

......

That afternoon, Wei Yuan called the action team to inquire about the status of the Taiping Dao disciple.

Zhang Hao remained silent and replied in a low voice: "...couldn't save him."

"His internal organs were almost corroded black by the poison. It's a miracle that he can still survive. No matter modern medicine or Taoism, there is no way to save him. Sorry."

Wei Yuan comforted Zhang Hao and said, "It's okay."

"You should have tried your best."

After thinking for a while, he changed the subject, "By the way, have you dealt with the evil things on the stall before?"

Zhang Hao replied: "Most of them have been solved, but there is one thing that is still a bit tricky."

" Those evil things were manipulated by the old man. No matter whether the spirits born are good or evil, the evil things themselves will lead them to do evil. Their conscience can only balance them for a period of time, which is the limit. The longer the time, the easier it is to be influenced, and eventually lead to the existence of evil spirits. "

"There is an evil thing sent 50 years ago, and its spirit has continued to the limit."

"We are worried that there will be problems."

Wei Yuan was stunned. He thought of the spirit in the painting he saw some time ago and asked:

"The person who is related to this evil thing."

"Is it called An Xuyang?"