Huang Shaohong himself wandered around the Taoist temple, probably because he had betrayed Zhao Zhijing before. These stinky Taoist priests with erroneous views could not see his shining point in fighting injustice, and they all hated him and stayed away.

His eyes were sharp, and he suddenly discovered the junior brother who stood beside him during the competition and told him Cui Zhifang's identity.

He immediately walked over and said with a loud smile: "Junior brother, what a coincidence, we meet again!"

The little Taoist priest smiled coquettishly: "Brother, I have something else to do, let's talk later!"

Looking at the way he was hiding from the God of Plague, he obviously didn't want to talk to him!

Where could Huang Shaohong let him run away, he grabbed his wrist and said, "Junior brother, don't worry, by the way, what is your name?"

The little Taoist priest said with a wry smile: "My name is Zhou Ruixiongba, my Taoist name is Jingcheng. Brother, please let go. I'm in a hurry to go to the toilet!"

"Jingcheng, right? Why are you in such a hurry to go to the toilet? By the way, what is your nickname for brother?" Huang Shaohong rubbed his forehead with an expression like "I'm dizzy and I can't remember."

Jingcheng replied: "Senior brother's Taoist title is called Shangjingxiaguang, and he is the second disciple under Master!"

"Second senior brother?...The upper part is pure and the lower part is light?"

Huang Shaohong is speechless. He is the second senior brother who is fat. Isn’t this discrimination against Chi Guoguo? There is also this Taoist code, clean from above and bare from below. Doesn’t that mean he has no clothes? Clean... bare.

Isn’t this homophony a total loss?

No wonder Lu Qingdu is the villain in the book The Condor, and he doesn’t even have a name!

Huang Shaohong shook his head: "Brother Wei feels that this Taoist name is not good. From now on, Brother Wei will devote himself to Taoism, so he will change the Taoist name to Jingxiu!"

Jingcheng was so busy: "Jingxiu is the Taoist name of the third senior brother!"

"What about...Jingwei?"

"Fourth Senior Brother!"

"Where's Jingyang?"

"Fifth Senior Brother!"

"Where's Jingqing?"

"Seventh Junior Brother!"

"...I want to be quiet!"

"Senior brother, no one uses this Taoist name, but the Taoist number was given by Master. It's not good for you to change the Taoist number without authorization!"

Huang Shaohong curled his lips: "Anyway, it's unlucky not to call it Jingguang. From now on, my name should be Jingjing!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly asked out of curiosity: "What is the Taoist name of Senior Brother?"

"Jingdong!"

"Jingdong...well, there is no one else with this name. Lao Zhao really doesn't have the talent for naming!"

Huang Shaohong pulled Jingcheng closer to him and whispered:

"That junior brother, you also know that senior brother didn't get enough sleep last night, and now his head is dizzy and he can't even remember where he lives. Please help me and send senior brother back!"

Jingcheng looked embarrassed: "Brother, I really need to go to the toilet!"

Huang Shaohong was afraid that he would run away after urinating, so he chuckled and asked, "Can I die if I stay a little later?"

"......cannot!"

"Then why are you in such a hurry? Send Brother Wei back to his residence quickly. Can't you just leave as soon as possible?"

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Jingcheng had no choice but to nod in agreement.

As a result, Huang Shaohong didn't even listen to the direction he pointed. He dragged him almost all over the Chongyang Palace. Everywhere he went, he used the excuse of being dizzy and unable to remember to extract useful information from Jingcheng.

Jingcheng said several times that she wanted to go to the toilet, but Huang Shaohong vetoed her every time.

Along the way, I walked through the Patriarch Hall, Lingguan Hall, Sutra Library Pavilion, Qizhen Hall, etc., and I walked through them all. I understood them clearly, and figured out where I lived, and then I said

:

"Jingcheng, don't you want to go to the toilet? Go quickly!"

Jingcheng pointed to his newly soaked trouser legs, with a look of shame and anger on his face.

Huang Shaohong looked at the other person with contempt: "Oh, you kid, you are so old and you still wet your pants!"

Jingcheng didn't say anything and left crying. The teenage boy couldn't bear such an embarrassing blow.

"Don't worry, you did such a shameful thing, I won't tell anyone else!"

After Huang Shaohong shouted, Jingcheng cried even louder and started to trot, leaving a clear water line on the ground.

Huang Shaohong sighed: "What a good boy!"

After walking around like this twice, it was already time to light the lamp. Huang Shaohong wandered to the Zhaitang. Under the strange eyes of other Taoist priests, he had dinner. Not to mention that the vegetarian food of Quanzhen Sect tasted really good.

After finishing the meal, I returned to Jingchengzhi's room and took a look. I couldn't help but frown. It turned out that this room was not a single room for one person, but a row of bunks that could sleep at least four or five people.

There was no one in the room at this time, and Huang Shaohong didn't know where his seat was, so he chose a clean place to lie down, closed his eyes and began to sort out the inheritance of the Great Shaman that he had just received from the Flower of the Other Shore.

In Huang Shaohong's opinion, the inheritance of the great shaman line is like a hodgepodge of various categories, such as divination, divine dance, inviting gods, channeling the yin, praying, cursing, magic, witch doctor... and many other categories.

It covers almost all modern perceptions of feudal superstition.

Huang Shaohong thought about it carefully and found that although the practice of the great shaman was not as high as that of Taoism, Buddhism, the kind of golden elixir, golden body, flying sword, weapon refining, Tathagata palm, etc., it was also unique in its own way.

It is worth studying on your own.

I don't know how long it took, but Huang Shaohong was taking a nap on the pavilion, studying how to curse others, when suddenly there was the sound of chaotic footsteps outside.

The sound of footsteps came from far away, and after a while, the door was pushed open from the outside, and several Taoist priests walked in. They were the same Taoist priests who wanted to besiege Huang Shaohong before.

"Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother has taken your place!"

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old Taoist priest turned to Zhao Zhijing's eldest disciple Jingdong and said.

Jingdong was only in his early twenties. Hearing this, he sneered and said, "Why is the second senior brother, a thief who even betrayed his master, worthy of him?"

After saying that, Jingdong stepped forward and kicked the bed: "Lu Qingdu, you didn't go to the evening class. I have already reported the matter to Uncle Yin, who is in charge of the evening class. You can take care of yourself. Now get back to your bed immediately."

Get in position!"

Huang Shaohong sat up from the bunk bed and looked around: "Where is my position?"

Jingdong pointed at it, but it was at the position closest to the wall inside. It was dark and full of sludge, and it made people feel sick just looking at it.

"If you don't go, I'll sleep here!"

Huang Shaohong looked around and found that the spot where he was lying was the cleanest, so he turned over and lay down again.

Jingdong's eyes flashed with anger: "Okay, then you just lie down!"

"Let's go!"

He waved his hand to several young Taoist priests and went out. After a short time, he turned back again, and each of them had a whistle stick in his hand, which is used when walking on mountain roads.

As soon as they entered the door, a little Taoist priest bolted the doors and windows. Jingdong pointed at Huang Shaohong with a stick and sneered:

"I planned to deal with you in a few days. Since you are seeking death on your own, I will let you have a taste of it. Remember, if you get hurt, just say that you fell, otherwise there will be something even worse next time!"

After he finished speaking, he called to all his junior fellow apprentices: "Go ahead, break one of his legs to vent your anger on Master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Shaohong on the bunk jumped up like a carp. With a shake of his hands, white powder spread all over the sky, covering his head and face. Several Taoist priests headed by Yi Jingdong were covered with it.

All over the face.

But he took out a small bag of quicklime from his luggage and scattered it directly.

"Ah...my eyes!"

"It's quicklime..."

"The treacherous dog thief!"

"Go quickly..."

These Taoist priests didn't bother to take action. They threw away their whistle sticks, covered their eyes and howled miserably. At the same time, they wanted to rush out of the room to find vegetable oil to clean the lime from their eyes.

But the doors and windows had been bolted, and they could not see anything. They fumbled to open the door, but Huang Shaohong picked up a whistle stick from the ground and beat these people indiscriminately.

Then there was a loud crackling sound in the room, and the sound of wailing and begging for mercy kept coming.

In the surrounding quiet rooms where some fourth-generation disciples were resting, the Taoist priests who had returned to their residences heard the sound and opened the windows to look, but someone informed them and advised:

"It's Senior Brother Jingdong who is under Uncle Wang who wants to clean up the family. Let's just pretend we don't know!"

Someone said in surprise: "But why do I hear the screams of Senior Brother Jingdong!"

"How is that possible? The footman must have failed!"

This scene was also played out in the quiet rooms of other fourth-generation disciples. However, the quiet rooms of third-generation disciples such as Yi Zhiping, Cui Zhifang, and others were so far away that they could not hear the shouts here at all, so Jingdong and others dared to sit in the quiet rooms.

In the room, he took action against Huang Shaohong.

Because of all the above, Huang Shaohong beat Jingdong and others for more than half an hour, but no one came to rescue them. This beating was really enjoyable!

Huang Shaohong threw the whistle stick and moved his shoulders: "It's been a long time since I felt so good about beating someone!"

At his feet, Jingdong and others were lying on the ground, moaning softly. Their original appearance was no longer visible, and each one was beaten into a pig's head.
To be continued...