Qingyang Mountain is located east of Qiongzhou, and it is close to the sea. The land is not suitable for tilling saline and alkali, so there are few people in a radius of hundreds of miles, and only some mountain people live in it.

There is a small river winding down on the south side of Qingyang Mountain, which people in the mountains call it Qingyang River.

There is a village on the hillside of Qingyang, built on the banks of Qingyang River.

Because the environment here is very harsh and sometimes monsters in the sea come ashore to eat people, Qingyang Village has always been sparsely populated and has always maintained a size of more than a dozen households.

However, things changed ten years ago.

A sloppy old Taoist came from the south with a young child. The old Taoist priest was very enthusiastic and got along with the villagers within half a month. Finally, he built a thatched hut on the top of Qingyang Mountain and lived there.

It’s strange that since the master and apprentice came, Qingyang has been in good weather all year round, and the monsters in the sea have never appeared again.

The mountain people were superstitious and thought that this was the credit of the old Taoist, and called him the old god. Everyone worked together to transport stones and soil to build a temple on the mountain to worship the old and the young.

Coincidentally, since the day the temple was built, another strange thing happened: thunder would be slammed down every now and then on the top of Qingyang Mountain, with a shocking momentum. It would occasionally shatter the huge rocks on the mountain, and scare the villagers to death.

Not only that, the interested villagers also found that the thunder was like a day falling: every day on the first day of the lunar month, it was a fifteenth day, which was even more accurate than the almanac!

This strange thing made the villagers more awe of the old Taoist priests and became more diligent in offering sacrifices.

"Village Chief, today is the second grade of junior high school, we should go and offer sacrifices!"

"You still need to remind me? The thunderbolt at noon yesterday almost scared me to death!" The village chief was a smart middle-aged man. When he mentioned yesterday's thunderbolt, he was a little scared: yesterday he was holding his child to bask in the sun, and suddenly a "click" thunder exploded above his head. The movement was like a big firecracker in his ear, which scared him so much that he almost threw the child away.

The village chief couldn't help but mutter, "This thunder is getting more and more evil. You can also fight thunder on sunny days... Sanwazi, it's your turn this month. Are all the things ready?"

"It's already ready!" Sanwazi smiled quietly and said, "My mother is not willing to eat the peanuts that have newly started yesterday in her family. She insists that I send them to the old god to taste!"

"Well, this is what it should be. If the old god hadn't taken action last year, your mother would have been gone! What about now? Not only has the illness been cured, but the legs and feet are also getting better. This is a life-saving grace!"

"Who said no! It's really thanks to the old god!" Sanwa nodded and said yes, full of gratitude. His mother had poor legs and feet, had been in bed for many years, and her body was getting weaker and weaker. She was almost out of reach last year. Unexpectedly, the old god suddenly took action and pulled her back from the gate of hell. Now when she thought of the scene at that time, Sanwazi felt scared.

The two of them recounted for a while, and the three widows suddenly remembered something and said to the village chief: "By the way, the village chief. Li Si and his father hunted an old turtle in the Qingyang River yesterday. The turtle looked strange and had never seen it. The turtle was covered with moss and the lines were blurred so that they could not see clearly. I was afraid that there would be eight hundred people after living. The father and son were discussing and preparing to send it to the old god for the sake of seeing it!"

"Oh? Is there such a thing? The birth of the divine turtle is a great omen!" The village chief immediately became interested, picked up the cigarette pole on the windowsill and walked up the mountain, and said as he walked: "Let's go, let's take a look!"

Seeing this, Sanwa quickly followed with a bag of peanuts on his back.

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Qingyang Temple is built on the top of Qingyang Mountain and is the place where the old Taoist priests live.

The master and apprentice practiced on the mountain all year round and rarely went down the mountain. The old Taoist usually had no entertainment activities, so he taught his disciples to raise chickens when he was free.

Although these chickens are thin and dull, they are now respected by the villagers as gods.

When these chickens were fine, they were listless. The third child had ridiculed them, saying that the old Taoist priests raised some sick chickens. But last summer, these "sick chickens" suddenly became energetic and rushed into the third child's house like crazy. They pecked and digged under the east wall, and dug out a three-foot-long centipede from the soil!

Sanwa remembered clearly that the centipede was red and extremely ferocious. She was still fierce under the siege of more than a dozen chickens. She bit six chickens to death in a row before being pecked to death by the chickens.

The old Taoist priest ordered his disciple to smash the corpse of the centipede, take out some of it, and fry it with other herbs, and feed it to Sanwa's mother. Unexpectedly, the medicine was very effective. Sanwa's mother was about to fail. After drinking the medicine decocted by the centipede, she miraculously could speak that day. Within half a month, the disease was cured.

This incident was a personal experience of Sanwa. Since then, every time he saw the chickens raised by the old Taoist priest, he would bow to them in a regular manner and never dared to neglect them again.

After about an hour, Sanwa and the village chief walked away, they saw the eaves of Qingyang Temple from afar. When the Qingyang Temple was built, Sanwa also made great efforts. The materials were made of stones everywhere in Qingyang Mountain. Although there were no flying eaves and walls and the brackets were intriguing, they were also very grand.

After walking for another cup of tea, I bypassed the Welcoming Pine, and then I arrived at Qingyang Temple.

"See, village chief, Li Si and his father have arrived. Let's go over and chirp!" Sanwa urged vigorously, he was very curious about the old turtle.

"What are you urging me? I'm rushing! Your baby is really so impatient. Why did you urge me more than ten times along the way, and your ears are going to be called out by you!" The village chief was anxious because of the three baby's urging, and couldn't help but complain. Suddenly, the village chief saw an old Taoist flashing from the gate of Qingyangguan. His hair was white and his clothes were sloppy. He looked very eye-catching from a distance. He quickly accelerated his pace and threw the three baby behind. While walking, he said, "Sanwa, hurry up, the old god is out!"

Sanwa rolled her eyes depressedly and followed her with her peanuts on her back.

The village chief walked forward in two steps at a time and saw the old turtle.

The old turtle is a little old, with mottled back and cannot see clearly the patterns. The old Taoist priest was holding a brush in his hand and was cleaning up the moss on the turtle's back.

"Hey, village chief, look! Why is the shell of the turtle milky white? It looks like a piece of jade? I have never seen a turtle like this before?" Sanwa put down the peanuts, pointed at the turtle's back and said to the village chief.

"What do you know, your kid? You have seen everything in Qingyang Mountain. Not to mention anything else, you don't know the centipede under your wall last year!" The village chief sniffed his cigarette, judging the old Taoist priest's face, thinking in his mind: It's so strange that this turtle grows like this. Perhaps like that centipede, you are also a monster!

Unexpectedly, after cleaning up the moss on the turtle's back, the old Taoist priest was overjoyed and exclaimed repeatedly: "Divine object, divine object!"

He threw away the brush in his hand, rubbed his hands and said, "I didn't expect that this unknown Qingyang Mountain actually has such a magical object! It seems that my disciple is saved..."

The word "divine object" attracted everyone's attention. The village chief didn't even bother to smoke cigarettes, and rushed forward and said, "Old immortal, do you say this turtle is a divine object, can you tell everyone?"

The old Taoist priest picked his beard and smiled and said, "This turtle is called the Jade Tortoise, which is one of the eight famous turtles. The turtle's back is jade-white, with patterns as silk, and it is mottled and difficult to distinguish. "The Legend of Foreign Objects" records: This turtle encounters a disaster every five hundred years old, and every time it overcomes a disaster, it can cultivate a magical power. This year is the second time this jade tortoise has passed, and I didn't expect it to be in Li Si's hands!"

"My mother! As a result, it has lived for a thousand years!" The village chief smacked his tongue, so surprised that he couldn't speak.

"Old immortal, you just said that this turtle has a magical power every five hundred years old. It is already a thousand years old, so it should have magical powers! Why is it so easy to be caught by me?" Li Si was still a little unbelievable. The old turtle he caught casually was actually a magical object. This "divine object" came too easily!

The old Taoist priest looked down at the jade turtle lying on the ground, shook his head and said, "There must be a response from the natural divine creature. If you don't believe it, you might as well look at the chickens I raise!"

When everyone heard this, they looked around, but saw that the chickens raised by the old Taoist priest were all shivering in the corners of the wall, as if they were avoiding something terrible.

The old Taoist priest explained: "The Sutra of Drive Birds and Beasts says, "Those who are as stupid as a wooden chicken are not afraid of death." The chickens I raise are introverted and have hidden spiritual consciousness, and ordinary monsters cannot be shaken at all. Now that they are scared to this, it can be seen how fierce the jade turtle is!"

Everyone has seen these chickens fighting centipedes. The scene was bloody and fierce, which was touching to think about. Now even these chickens are afraid of being like this. Isn’t this old turtle even more terrifying?

Thinking of this, everyone stepped back one after another, fearing that the jade turtle would hurt people.

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest shook his head and chuckled, "Don't worry. This jade turtle is dealing with the disaster, and his magical powers are not available for one hundred years. It cannot be restored without three to five years of situation. Otherwise, how could Li Si catch it?"

After listening to the old Taoist priest's explanation, everyone suddenly realized, but they still seemed cautious when facing the jade turtle.

The village chief is a dynamic person. He knocked a cigarette pipe next to the door of Qingyang Temple and said meaningfully: "Old immortal, since this jade turtle is a divine object rather than a monster, it will definitely bring great benefits to people. How much do you say to sell such a good thing?"

The old Taoist priest smiled and understood the village chief's meaning. If it were ten years ago, the old Taoist priest would not talk nonsense at all and would take it down directly. In the world of cultivation, people with great talents have always lived in it. What can these mountain people do to him?

However, the great disaster a few years ago made the old Taoist abandon greed and resolutely leave the realm of cultivation. His personality became more and more gentle in the process of getting along with mortals, and he no longer had the idea of ​​bullying the weak.

"The village chief is a smart person, but the value of this jade turtle cannot be measured by money!"

The old Taoist priest waved his hand and pointed to Qingyang Village at the foot of the mountain, saying to the village chief: "This jade turtle is not only useless, but also harmful. Moreover, the longer the time, the greater the harm, and even the more life-threatening one is, the more life-threatening one is even worried about one's life. "The Book of Foreign Objects" records that "If you get a jade turtle but fail to understand its method, it will lead to disaster." On the contrary, if it falls into the hands of a monk, it will be of great use. Not to mention anything else, if you use this jade turtle as the eye of the formation and put a Feng Shui bureau in Qingyang Mountain, you can protect Qingyang Village from being harassed by monsters for three hundred years. If you use some immortal methods when setting up the formation, it is ordinary to make the weather in Qingyang Mountain good, which is insignificant!"

What! Can this turtle have such great ability?

Everyone was shocked.

Three hundred years of good weather, this is something that all the villagers in Qingyang Village dream of! Although Qingyang Mountain looks lush and vigorous, crops cannot be planted. The villagers can't imagine that they have to go out to collect and hunt. However, the monsters are rampant in Qingyang Mountain, and hunting and gathering risks are extremely high. Almost every year, there are people injured by monsters. Now it is still good. When the old gods and disciples did not come here, some monsters even went to the village to eat people. The terrifying days are really terrible when they think back.

If Qingyang Village can really make a bumper harvest in three hundred years, no matter how much the price it pays, it will be worth it!

The village chief's eyes shone, grabbed the greasy collar of the old Taoist priest, and asked excitedly: "Old immortal, can you... set up Feng Shui Bureau?"

The old Taoist priest sighed and said, "What a pity, I have not carefully studied the Feng Shui formation..."

"Ah..." The hope that had just been ignited was instantly shattered, which was even more uncomfortable than having no hope.

Is this God's will?

The village chief couldn't help but sigh, but accidentally glanced at the old Taoist priest's expression. The old Taoist priest had no regret on his face, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was clearly clear.

The village chief is a person who is active in his heart. Seeing this scene, he suddenly felt hope again. He quickly bowed and said to the old Taoist priest: "The future of Qingyang Village is all placed on the old gods. Please give me advice! No matter what the price is paid, our Qingyang Village is willing!"

The old Taoist priest reached out and helped the village chief up and said, "I have said just now that the Feng Shui Formation is not my strength. However, the young master has been interested in the Formation since he was a child, and he is talented and has made great progress. Over the years, he has practiced hard day and night, and his attainments in Formation are far better than me. If he did this, he would definitely be able to get it right!"

"What are you waiting for? I'll invite him immediately!" Sanwa had the best relationship with the old Taoist priest's apprentice, so he hurriedly went in to find someone.

"Let's go!" The old Taoist priest quickly called Sanwa, looked embarrassed, and said, "I'm afraid there is a difficult situation..."

"What's the difficulty? Oh, old god, don't hesitate anymore. Can you finish saying anything in one go?" The village chief was really anxious and couldn't help but complain.

"Haha, village chief, don't mind, I'm not going to say this!" The old Taoist priest was still slow and said: "The young disciple was robbed since he was a child, and his physique was particularly unwilling to the world. Every day on the first day of the lunar month, he would suffer a thunder disaster. If he couldn't survive, he would be wiped out!"

"What?"

The villagers were shocked again: It turned out that the thunder and lightning hit on Qingyang Mountain on the first day of every month and the fifteenth day of the lunar month were all slashing your apprentice? And it took more than ten years to crack it... This is too miserable!

"Old immortal, you said that the jade turtle is a divine object, and it will only be subject to a heavenly tribulation once a thousand years. Your disciple will come once every half a month. Is he even more powerful than the jade turtle?"

The old Taoist priest sighed and said leisurely: "The reasons in this are complicated, and we have to start fifteen years ago..."
Chapter completed!