Great Ming Dynasty
There was a Taoist temple on the lone peak of Yun City that was shrouded in mountain mist all year round.
This place was once the peak of incense, and the pilgrims squeezed around, breaking the threshold countless times.
Until the rise of Wudang Sect, Quan Zhen Sect, Dragon Tiger Mountain, and many other sects, it was as if they had snatched away the luck of Cloud City.
It was as if the incense in the furnace had been suddenly extinguished and could no longer be refilled. The Taoist priests also left one after another to join the big sects. As a result, the Taoist temple became more and more deserted day by day.
After the incense was cut off, even the Three Pure Ones statues that shone brightly every day gradually became mottled, and the threshold that was once repaired every month was no longer cared for.
Over time, there was only one young Taoist priest left in the Taoist temple, Yang Fan, whose Daoist name was Transcendent.
"Master, I'm going to burn the last incense stick for you. I'm going down the mountain to seek a way out.”
Yang Fan rubbed his somewhat shriveled stomach and inserted the last incense stick.
Yang Fan was not a person from this world, but a transmigrator.
He transmigrated to the Daming Dynasty and became a young Daoist priest.
This young Taoist priest had been raised by his master, Taoist Priest Qingxu.
He had thought that he had only transmigrated to a certain historical dynasty and saw that there were many martial arts swordsmen who came to burn incense and ask for divination every day.
Only then did he understand that he had transmigrated to a dangerous comprehensive martial arts world.
In this world, there were the Great Qin, Great Sui, Great Tang, Great Song, Great Yuan, and Great Ming.
Other than these few dynasties that occupied vast lands, there were also many small countries that had set up awls.
For example, Tubo, Dali, Turkic, Liao, Jin, and Koryo were eyeing them.
There were also various sects, sects, and martial arts figures that he was familiar with.
For example, Patriarch Bodhidharma had created seventy-two unique techniques, which were the best in the martial arts world and had a long history!
Another example was the martial arts legend, Zhang Sanfeng, who had established his own sect and was as famous as Shaolin Temple. He was revered by future generations!
There were also the Sword God Dugu Qiubai who only wanted to lose once in his life, Sakra who drank the Dragon Gentian Phoenix Blood to live forever, Dongxie Xidu, South Emperor Beigui, and other famous or unknown figures. There were countless of them!
If he had transmigrated to a large sect, he would have been able to make a difference in this comprehensive martial arts world. Unfortunately, he had transmigrated to such a down-and-out dojo.
Some of the fellow disciples left and some dispersed.
What was even more unfortunate was that his master, Daoist Priest Qingxu, had also passed away a few days ago due to a serious illness.
His master was his only relative in this world, so he did not hesitate to spend all the remaining wealth in the Taoist temple to buy a nanmu coffin so that his master's funeral would not look so shabby.
It had been a long time since any visitors came to the Taoist temple. If Yang Fan did not go down the mountain to make a living, he could only eat dirt.
"I can't hold the cornbread in my hands, and I can't put a drop of oil in the dishes..."
Yang Fan sang helplessly with an empty stomach, looking at the distant smoke mist with a bitter face.
Although they were like sweet steamed buns, they could not fill one's stomach.
" Master's inheritance has basically been cleared out. He can't possibly sell the clay statues of the Three Pure Ones…"
"If the old man finds out, he'll be furious!”
Currently, he had only cultivated some ordinary Daoyin martial arts and had just stepped into the Postnatal realm.
In this world, even ordinary villagers knew some martial arts. His martial arts were really not enough. There was no need to even think about punishing evil.
In his previous life, he was still a university student. He really couldn't bring himself to do some manual labor or odd jobs.
Thinking about it, he had learned some fortune-telling skills from his master.
After the end of the incense line, his master had been helping others resolve their fortunes and disasters to make a living.
After all, his master was still quite capable. He could usually calculate the fate of these ordinary people without any mistakes. Therefore, the name of Taoist Priest Qingxu was still very recognized in Yun City.
As long as he used his master's name, he could set up a stall in town and ask for food.
Thinking of this, Yang Fan had already decided to go down the mountain today.
Now that Quan Zhen Sect and Wudang Sect are so famous, let's go and learn!
"Master, don't blame me for being unfilial. When I get better, I'll come back to continue the incense offerings of our Taoist temple!”
Yang Fan turned his head and bowed a few more times to his master's memorial tablet. Then, he carried his luggage and walked towards the door.
He had just opened the door and stepped on the threshold.
He did not expect that the door sill had already been weakened by the termites. It actually broke with a crack.
His body also fell forward, but what awaited him was not the hard brick ground, but a soft and warm body.
Yang Fan thought that he was dreaming and wanted to enjoy it for a moment more. When he looked up, he saw a pair of heroic eyes staring at him.
"No one has ever hugged me like this. Are you done hugging me?”
The woman's voice was not angry but authoritative, as if it was irresistible!
Fragrant, it was really fragrant!
After getting used to the smell of incense, he realized that it was far inferior to the fragrance of a woman!
Yang Fan had not taken advantage of a woman for a long time. He reluctantly broke free from his arms and apologized,"Female benefactor, this poor priest was rude!”
The woman in front of him was dressed in a blood-red dress. The red makeup on her face was extremely beautiful, like a ghost or a demon.
Her figure was half valiant and half charming, able to seduce one's soul.
His eyes were full of heroic spirit, as if he was looking at him with killing intent.
He had never seen such a beautiful and domineering female benefactor, and his heart could not help but tremble.
It had been a long time since anyone had come to offer incense. He wondered if this was a love debt left behind by some senior brother or junior brother, but who among them was worthy of this girl?
The woman in red gradually restrained her killing intent and asked coldly,"Is Taoist Priest Qingxu still here?"
"You mean my master?" Yang Fan was stunned at first, then he said rather melancholically," If only you had come a few days earlier. Master is no longer alive.”
The woman in red frowned and could not help but reveal a sad expression.
Yang Fan thought to himself that this couldn't be Master's love debt, right? Looking at her age, could it be that she was Master's illegitimate daughter!
"Since that's the case, I'll be disturbing you!”The woman in red immediately regained her composure and turned to leave the mountain.
"Hey, girl, it's the same if you come to me for anything. I'm now the only Daoist in our Taoist temple. My Dharma name is Transcendent, and Daoist Priest Qingxu is my master!”
It was not easy for a beauty to come. How could he let her go so easily? Yang Fan still wanted to find out what her relationship with his master was.
The woman in red asked with interest,"Since you're his disciple, how good are your divination skills?”
Upon hearing that the first business had arrived so quickly, Yang Fan hurriedly led the red-clothed woman to the stone table and said with a smile,"
"Then you've found the right person. Marriage, career, fame, marriage, illness, home…As long as you have it in your life, I can solve it one by one.”
"What an arrogant tone. I want to see how capable you are. Even the clay Bodhisattva and Yuan Tiangang might not dare to make such a guarantee.”
Although the red-robed woman was somewhat contemptuous, she still sat down patiently at the side.
Yang Fan did not know who the woman in front of him was. Even if she was a martial arts expert, she could always calculate a thing or two according to the method left by her master and earn some money.
If he didn't start a business to earn money, he would really starve to death.
He braced himself and took out a lot pot, handed it to the woman in red and asked,""The creation of heaven and earth is a good fate, and everything will be complete on an auspicious day. Female benefactor, what do you want?”
"I want to know the whereabouts of my sister!”The red-robed woman's eyes were like torches, but her expression was still calm!
"Then you draw a lot, and your sister's fate will be decided!”
The woman in red grabbed the pot and shook it gently. All the wooden lots shook violently in the pot.
"Pa da!"
A wooden stick fell to the ground!
At the top of the wooden stick were three black words: Lower draw!
The red-clothed woman's gaze quickly turned cold. It was as if Yang Fan was already a corpse in her eyes.
Yang Fan could not help but feel a chill down his spine. He did not expect that the first time he helped someone read a lot, he actually drew a bad lot.
Even if it was just a draw, he would have a way to get it over with.
The lower the number, it meant that her sister was most likely dead.
Not to mention her sister, even she herself was probably doomed.
He racked his brains at high speed, hoping to find a trace of life in her cold eyes!
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