Old Road

  The Taoist's footsteps didn't stop, Yang Jia stretched out his hand and pulled open Yang Jiao, seeing the Taoist brush past the two of them! In another instant, he was already at the other end of the street.

  It's really a land of gods and Buddhas, this Taoist is so fast, Yang Jiaojiao has never seen or heard anything like it in the mortal world, this speed can go to the Olympics.

  Yang Chan was a little afraid and pulled Yang Jia's arm, saying in a low voice: "Second brother, this Taoist priest is a bit crazy, but I don't know if he's good or bad?"

  Yang Jian glanced at the Taoist priest standing at the street corner, who was looking around as if searching for someone. Yang Jian replied in a low voice, "I don't know about this, people's hearts are hidden behind their faces, it seems he isn't coming for us, let's just ignore him."

  He is now interested in going home to see his parents, according to legend, his birth mother is the sister of the Jade Emperor, and his father is also a "Golden Boy" from heaven.

  Yang Chan was delighted to hear this, her original intention was to find Yang Jia, at home she heard the servant say that Yang Jia had gone to war with Wu Ma Zi again, Yang Chan secretly left her parents and rushed to this street corner, but unexpectedly, when she arrived here, Yang Jia had already been beaten unconscious by Wu Ma Zi and others.

  Now awake, although his head seemed to have some problems, the other injuries had disappeared without a trace, and he didn't see Yang Jia feeling any pain.

  Although she was curious, she didn't ask much. She just hoped that Yang Jia would return home quickly at sunset to avoid being scolded by her parents.

  No one knew that the two had just taken a step, but they heard a gust of clear wind coming from behind! Yang Jiaolong and his sister couldn't help but turn their heads to look back. The wind stopped, the street was empty, and even the Taoist priest who had been searching for someone at the corner of the street had disappeared.

  Yang Jian and Yang Chan exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with fear. Could it be that the Taoist priest was also a ghost? They had just been mistaken for monsters themselves, so what would they do if a real monster actually appeared?

  Now he doesn't have a bit of magical power, and his heavenly eye might still be sealed within his body by his birth mother.

  "Halt, two little donors!"

  "Ah!"

  Yang Jian and his sister almost simultaneously shouted out, and when they turned their heads, they saw the Taoist priest standing in front of them, startling both of them.

  People of this generation are so unpredictable. They can all be sent to a mental hospital. Yang Jian looked at the Taoist priest, earlier his speed was so fast that he could only vaguely see that he was wearing a blue Taoist robe.

  Now, looking carefully, the blue Taoist robe is tattered and worn out, although there are a few wrinkles on his face, it's also full of red glow, with an inch-long beard that's disheveled like a bunch of straw, and the hair on his head is like a pile of black and white intermingled straw, held together by a green jade hairpin.

  He still held an octagonal fan in his hand, with the Eight Trigrams diagram printed on it. This old Taoist looked to be around 40 or 50 years old, and it was unknown which mountain or temple he had cultivated in.

  However, Yang Jian can be sure that the mountain where this old Taoist lives is definitely an unnamed mountain, and the building he lives in is also an unnamed building. His facial features are more suitable for the four characters "poor and destitute" than his own.

  His face was piled with a smile, and Yang Jian couldn't help but think of "Wu Can". This old Taoist was thin and frail, Wu Can was fat, but this smile was exactly the same, both were a kind of smile that made people feel nauseous.

  Yang Chan was somewhat intimidated, hiding behind Yang Jian, but couldn't help her curiosity, poking out half of her head to look at the old Taoist in front of her. It seems that Yang Jian has always been acting as Yang Chan's protector.

  This feeling was something Yang Jian had never experienced before, but now he liked this feeling, the feeling of protecting people.

  "Is there something I can help you with, Taoist priest?"

  The old man laughed and said, "Just now the black cloud descended from the sky, right above your Jiangkou, but was blocked by a red light. I was attracted by this red light and came here. This heavenly red light can only appear when a divine being is born."

  However, when Poor Dao arrived at this place, the red mang suddenly disappeared. I wonder if the two little donors know which household in the nearby area has a new addition?

  Hong Mang? Divine being born? Does my previous feeling count as being born? Is the blood and tears related to his Hong Mang? Yang Jiaolong had closed his eyes at that time, unaware of the Hong Mang emanating from within himself.

  Yang Chan was held by those two men and didn't even notice.

  "This street has dozens of households, how would I know which family has a new addition?" Yang Jia shook his head and replied.

  The old man glanced sideways and said, "Really don't know?"

  Yang Chan interrupted and said: "My second brother, if he says he doesn't know, then he really doesn't know. He would never lie to people."

  The old man glanced at Yang Jiao, and a kind of unspeakable fervor emerged in his not-too-large eyes. When Yang Jia saw his appearance, he felt a sense of disgust.

  "Master Dao, if there's nothing else, may I request your leave?"

  Yang Jian knew that in any era, this line of work was always a bit shady and had its own hierarchy, which gave him an old feeling.

  The old man, however, was deaf to his words and still stared at Yang Jiao, muttering: "Truly born with a wise root, he will surely have a fate with our sect one day, surely have a fate!"

  "What's destined or not is beyond your control, you're a Taoist priest, but my sister is an ordinary woman and won't fall into the Taoist way."

  Yang Chan leaned in close to Yang Jia's ear and asked softly: "Second brother, what is the Xuanmen?"

  Yang Jian pulled Yang Chao's right hand slightly, signaling her not to make a sound. The old Taoist smiled and said: "Interesting, interesting, it's a pity that she fell into my door, but whether she can enter my Xuanmen is hard to predict. However, having fate with my Xuanmen is an undeniable fact."

  Yang Jian coldly smiled and said: "Dao Zhang, although this isn't a modern civilized society, I've seen many of your kind of missionary methods. Let me tell you the truth."

  Yang Jian leaned forward and continued: "These are all the tricks of our local scammers, they're old news. I advise you to go somewhere else to do business."

  This old man would definitely be considered a swindler in Yang Jian's world!

  The old man smiled, stroking his beard and said: "Donor, I am not a businessman. Your words are interesting, and as someone who has been practicing Taoism for many years, I have indeed taken an interest in what you just said."

  As soon as he finished speaking, those small eyes that were not big locked onto Yang Jian's eyes, making Yang Jian feel extremely uncomfortable all over.

  The old Taoist's face turned serious and he said slowly: "Sir, are those blood tears at the corner of your eyes?"

  Yang Jian wiped away the corners of his eyes, where some dried tears still lingered. Yang Jian asked: "Does Daozhang know what's going on with these bloody tears?"

  The old man smiled silently, remained silent for a moment, but suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter wild and crazy, saying: "Heaven's secret, Heaven's secret has arrived! Heaven's secret has come!"

  "What heavenly machine? What are you talking about, Taoist priest? You speak in such an ancient and strange way." Yang Jiaolong replied helplessly.

  Yang Chan tightly grasped Yang Jian's hand and whispered, "Second brother, this old Taoist is a bit crazy, let's leave quickly and ignore him."

  Yang Jian also nodded and smiled awkwardly at the old Taoist, then turned to leave. The old Taoist's smile suddenly stopped, and he stretched out his hand to block the two of them.

  Yang Jian's face changed instantly, and he said coldly: "Dao Zhang, what do you mean by this?"

  The old man smiled lightly and said, "I already know who spread the red mang. I'm kindly advising you two that there is a demonic aura hidden in those dark clouds. Although the red mang has retreated the evil spirits, they escaped northwest for only a hundred miles."

  It is still lurking in the northwest, and after its injuries heal, it will definitely come to Guanjiangkou again. I advise you two young masters to leave early, lest you provoke a fatal disaster."

  "You old Taoist priest, don't spout nonsense. The dark clouds in the sky are just a sign of an impending thunderstorm, it's normal for the weather to be unpredictable in April. What ghost or monster? Even if there was one, we wouldn't leave, this is our home, and there are hundreds of thousands of people in Guanjiangkou, are you saying we should be afraid of a single ghost?"

  Yang Chan's words truly made Yang Jian admire her, and even the old Taoist's smile on his face became more intense. He smiled at Yang Chan and muttered to himself: "Fate, it's really fate!"

  Yang Jian knew that in this world, since there were immortals and he, Yang Jian, existed, then demons must also exist. Although the old Taoist seemed crazy, his words made Yang Jian believe otherwise.

  In some legends, some highly cultivated Xianjia are just like Lao Dao. Compared to the living Buddha Ji Gong, this person seems much more normal.

  Yang Jian couldn't help but ask: "What kind of monster is that?"

  "Hmm... I still don't know." The old Taoist threw up his hands, looking very helpless.

  Yang Jian smiled wryly and said: "Let the Taoist priest catch the monster by himself, we're leaving." The old Taoist did not stop them again.

  Yang Jian and his sister Yang Chao walked out of the street, and Yang Chao asked again: "Second brother, what did that old Taoist mean by 'Xuanmen' just now? You haven't told me what Xuanmen is yet?"

  Yang Jian couldn't help but smile, Yang Chan also has a silly side.

  "It's simple, he wants you to become a Taoist monk."

  "What? That old Taoist is really annoying! He's talking nonsense. Yang Chuan was angry and pouted, being told by a crazy old Taoist that she would become a nun, how could she not be angry?"

  Yang Jian smiled and said: "Don't bother with that crazy old Taoist, if there really is such a day, Second Brother won't agree either."

  "Hum! Second brother, take back your 'what ifs', I don't want to be a Taoist."

  Yang Jian and his sister walked through the three long streets, Yang Jian deliberately followed behind Yang Chao, the reason was simple, because he didn't know the way. After leaving Fang Cai's street, these three long streets were actually prosperous.

  In the distance, a luxurious ancient mansion appeared before his eyes. Yang Jian's eyes saw that on the gate of the mansion were engraved the two characters "Yang Fu". This should be his own home. Before he had even entered the door, a sturdy man rushed out from the courtyard.

  The man stepped forward with big strides and said in a loud voice: "Second brother, how did you come back?"