Heavy rain poured down like a river of water.

There is a high platform hill beside the river, with green shades and quiet ancient trees on it.

This place seems ordinary, but it is actually very famous. It is said that it was the place where Emperor Huang built his capital, so it was named Xuanyuan Qiu.

Xuanyuan Hill is surrounded by hills, and there is a basin in the middle, which happens to be where the Wushui River meets. At some point, a Taoist built a Taoist temple in the forest by the river, named Kongsang.

Kongsang Temple has green bricks and green tiles, mottled walls and houses, towering ancient trees around it, lush forests, and a quiet Taoist rhyme from the inside to the outside. In the heavy rain, the fog is covered, making the Taoist temple look mysterious and distant, fascinating.

Qingyuan is a Taoist boy in Kongsang Temple. He is fourteen years old this year. He is not tall, has a simple appearance, and has a strong dark skin. If he were not dressed as a Taoist priest and shaved his hair, he would look more like a little novice monk just by looking at it.

Qingyuan was an orphan. He was adopted by the master Chongxuan since he was a child. As he grew up, he began to receive pilgrims after finishing his homework on weekdays. Of course, in addition to this, he was also responsible for cleaning the front hall. He was not tired, but he was very busy. Therefore, he was the happiest person every time he was rainy and snowy. After all, in this kind of weather, even the pilgrims would not come to incense. For him, it was a rare leisure.

The same is true today. Seeing the heavy rain outside, Qingyuan was very happy. He first closed the window and doors, then picked up the broom, and then cleaned the hall with rushing speed, he quickly walked to the backyard, preparing to ask his master for martial arts.

He walked forward along the corridor where the rain drips, and suddenly saw a figure slowly walking out in the rain.

"Huh? Who is going to go out in such weather?" Qingyuan stopped curiously and found that it was the master of the spectator, Taoist Chong Xuan.

Strangely, in this kind of weather, the audience actually didn't even hold an umbrella, and his steps seemed to be in a hurry, as if there was something urgent.

In Qingyuan's memory, Taoist Master Chongxuan was a very calm person. From childhood to adulthood, Qingyuan had never seen him get angry, and he had never seen any anxious expression on his face, as if he didn't care about everything in the world.

"Where is the master going? Why don't you hold an umbrella?" Qingyuan was extremely curious today. He thought about it and followed him.

Taoist Chongxuan had white hair and white beards, and he was at least in his sixties. However, when he was wet by heavy rain and his Taoist robe was pressed against his body, he showed a strong figure, as if he was a strong young man.

He quickly stepped out of the Taoist temple, stopped under a vigorous ginkgo tree in front of the Taoist temple, looked up slightly at the big tree, his mouth was stammering, as if he was saying something, the rain flowed down his cheeks, revealing his slightly pale face.

"Who is the master talking to?" Qingyuan was secretly curious, but he looked left and right, but he didn't notice anyone else around him. He looked at the tree, and there was no sign of anyone.

"Is it just talking to yourself? Or..." Qingyuan's eyes lit up, and he looked at the ginkgo tree that had grown for countless years and was several feet tall.

"Could this tree become a spirit?" Qingyuan's heart thumped.

It cannot be said that he is naive and naive, because Taoism has a saying that there are strange things. In addition to practicing martial arts, reciting Taoist scriptures every day is also a fixed homework.

In Qingyuan, if people can practice, trees should be able to do it too? Especially for this kind of ancient tree that has been growing for many years, it is not surprising that even if it really becomes a spirit when listening to Taoist scriptures every day.

Qingyuan was very excited and decided in his heart that after a while, when the audience left, he must go over and take a look.

But at this moment, suddenly, a flash of lightning lit up, slashing through Xuan's sky spirit cover, and Taoist Master Chong Xuan fell down in response.

"Ah!" Qingyuan screamed in horror, and was frightened. He was weak all over for a moment and fell to the ground.

Hearing his screams, two middle-aged Taoists quickly ran out of the Taoist temple. One of them was burly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and when walking, he was full of wind. This person was a disciple of the three generations of Guanzhong, named Guangxiu.

The other person has a slightly thin figure and a tough face, but his eyes are gentle and humble, and his name is Guangyi. He is also a disciple of Kongsangguan for three generations and is Guangxiu's junior brother.

Both of them look middle-aged and look in their forties. The originally simple and refreshing Taoist robe is now soaked in the rain, and they both look a little embarrassed.

As soon as they came out, they saw Qingyuan's appearance, immediately frowned, quickly stepped forward and pulled him up, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with Qingyuan? What's wrong?"

Qingyuan didn't care that the umbrella fell to the ground, pointed at the rain with horror on his face, and said without any possession: "Two uncles, the master of the spectator... he was struck to death by lightning!"

The two Taoist priests were shocked and looked at Qingyuan's fingers and saw one of them lying under the tree, not knowing life and death.

"How could this happen?" The two were shocked, and one of the slightly thin Taoist priests hurried over.

Another taller Guangxiu turned around and ran into the Taoist temple: "I'll call on my brothers to help!"

Qingyuan turned his head and saw Master Guangxiu running away. He saw Master Guangyi running into the rain, and rushed out of the rain curtain and wanted to chase after him.

But at this moment, another lightning suddenly slashed down in the air, slashing Guangyi, who had just run closer, to the ground.

Qingyuan was shocked, his body suddenly froze, suddenly screamed, turned around and ran away.

The rain poured down and the thunder roared.

After a while, Taoist Chong Xuan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly moved his fingers. After a while, he struggled to open his eyes, his eyes were dull, confused and lost.

"Boom!" A flash of lightning flashed through the air, illuminating his pale face.

"Hu..." Chong Xuandao let out a long breath, turned his head hard, and found that Guang Yi's face was rushing down to the ground not far away, not knowing life and death.

Chong Xuan's eyes lit up slightly, he gasped for a few quick breaths, and he plucked up all his strength and turned over with difficulty, and crawled towards Guangyi tremblingly along the muddy land.

He was as slow as a snail, as if he was carrying a huge rock on his back. Rather than saying that he was crawling, he used all his strength to squirm a little bit.

Fortunately, the two were very close before, less than five feet away, and soon climbed to Guangyi's side. Chong Xuan's eyes became darker and darker. He raised his left hand and pressed it on Guangyi's back. Then he twisted his waist slightly with the last little force, hiding his right hand under his abdomen.

After doing all this, it seemed that I had accomplished something important. Chong Xuan relaxed his whole body, and then he felt endless coldness coming towards him, as if he was about to swallow himself.

"Oh..." He sighed in his mouth, which seemed reluctant and regretful, and the last bit of his eyes finally dissipated.
Chapter completed!