Vol 3 Chapter 4: : Sweet Dream Inn

"The reason for the decline of ancient Taoism has not been verified, but a genre, one inheritance, may have many reasons for the decline, not just because of decay...
Such as disasters, man-made disasters, lost, no successors and so on. Look at 1 mao, 2 lines, 3 Chinese web"
Zhongxing shook his head and said, "Qingming, I hope you can understand ancient Taoism clearly and find out the specific reasons for the decline of Taoism.
As long as you can figure this out, you can choose the good ones and change them, accommodate the essence and remove the dross.
After such a thorough understanding, you will be the top onmyoji in the world, and there will be no more things that will leave you powerless. "
Qingming thoughtfully said softly, "Is this the way Master chose for me?"
...
The air cleared and the sun was shining the next day.
In front of the palace complex, Chen Qianqian sat cross-legged on the cyan futon, hand-knotting and practicing exercises. Massive auras gathered three feet above her head and gradually formed a spiritual vortex. The strands of pure aura were extracted by her from the whirlpool and taken into the body through her eyes, ears, nose and mouth.
Su Jin stood in front of her and guided softly. Whenever Chen Qianqian had something he didn't understand, he would answer questions for the first time, making the latter's understanding of Dao Fa soar in a short period of time. Fast forward...
Qingming was wearing a white robe, a black crown and hair, holding a broken wooden fan in his hand, standing not far away, watching the teaching quietly, trying to understand the true meaning of Taoism from Su Jin's mouth, but the result was better. At a loss.
He had knowledge of onmyoji in his mind, which could not bring him any help in understanding Taoism. The two are like two distinct rivers, without any overlap.
"Hello, sir, is the house in front of Master Zhongxing's residence?" Just as he was dizzy because of this, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his ears. See 1 Mao 2 Line 3 Chinese Net
Qingming was taken aback. Turning to look around, he saw a young man wearing a crimson court robe, a brass-colored short crown, and a lancet at his waist carrying a hundred people. The black armored sergeant stood quietly behind him.
"Who are you?" Qingming asked with alert eyes as if a storm was set off in her heart.
If only one person approached him quietly and could still accept it, but an army of a hundred people came to him, he was unaware of it, which made him somewhat difficult to accept.
"Underneath is the palace mage Nuo Ran, dare to ask Mr. Shao Lang who is?" the young man in the scarlet robe asked him.
Hearing the word court, Qingming's heart suddenly shook, and he replied: "My name is Qingming, a major disciple under the seat of Master Zhongxing...Dare to ask Master Nuoran to come to my sect to find my master, why?"
"I came here with the Queen's secret order. It is of great importance. I wonder if Master Qingming can introduce Master Zhongxing for us, and then we will explain it in detail." Nuo Ran said.
"It's been three hundred years, are you here to curse the snake's body?" At this time, Zhongxing's body suddenly appeared in front of the crowd and asked softly.
"Dare to ask you who is?"
"I am faithful."
Nuo Ran quickly arched his hand and bowed: "The palace mage Nuo Ran, pay a visit to Lord Zhongxing... In reply to the words of the adults, the younger generation did come to curse the snake itself. It has been three hundred years, and the seal on the snake has been too weak. Once again, the four mentors will be assembled to reinforce the seal of evil."
Zhongxing pursed his mouth and said in deep thought: "Seal the evil snake is indeed something that cannot be refused. But I still need to look at the seal of the evil snake soul here, and dare not leave for a moment, Qingming, you will come for me. God all."
Qingming was shocked and said, "Master, the cultivation level of the disciple is far from yours. Sealing off the snake..."
"Onmyoji must not be arrogant, but also must not be arrogant." Zhongxing interrupted his words and said seriously: "Qingming, believe in yourself."
At the same time, Su Jin stopped teaching Chen Qianqian, secretly transmitted the voice, called out Dragon Girl and Meng Qi from the palace, and brought the three of them to Qingming's side: "The evil snake is about to break the seal, and the gods will rise again. Fengyun, such a grand event, how can we be missing? Qingming, I am also going to the Shendu, are you going with me or alone?"
Qingming remembered the secret conversation with the master, and with the idea of ​​glancing at ancient Taoism, he said: "I am with you, and the journey is far away from here to the capital of the gods. If we go together, we can still have a sympathy for each other."
Su Jin nodded and said, "Master Zhongxing, what else can you tell me?"
Zhongxing shook his head and waved: "Good journey."
Afterwards, Nuoran refused Su Jin and others' invitation to travel together, and both sides rushed to Shendu along different routes...
One day, in the evening, the sunset was red.
Qingming, who had been traveling for thousands of miles, looked at Su Jin, who was still looking as usual, and finally became discouraged.
Forget those female gods, the physical quality of the gods is stronger than that of the Onmyoji, and they are just waiting for a while, but it is strange that Su Jin has such exaggerated physical strength and endurance.
Is it possible that among the ancient Taoism there is a special method for physical training?
"Tired?" Su Jin asked with a smile when he suddenly stopped.
Qingming raised his eyes and looked far, and pointed at an inn halfway in front of him and said: "After five consecutive journeys, I am very tired. Let's go to that store to rest for a night. Let's go on our way again tomorrow morning."
Su Jin looked in the direction of his fingers, and suddenly a purple light flashed in her eyes: "The deserted mountains and wild ridges, the lonely hotel, I'm afraid it is ominous."
Qingming said, "Master Su Jin is scared?"
Su Jin smiled and said: "Yes, I'm very scared. The inn has problems at first sight, so let's continue on our way."
Qingming: "..."
"Why look at me with such eyes?" Su Jin asked.
Qingming took a breath and smiled firmly: "I was wrong, Master Su Jin."
"If you know your mistake, you can correct it. It's great." Su Jin lifted his trail: "Let's go, let's go and see what the inn is famous for."
Not long after everyone came to the inn, a seemingly festive puppet doll moved to the entrance of the inn, and it was uttered: "Welcome to the Dream Inn. My shopkeeper is waiting for you inside. Please come with me. ."
"Sweet Dream Inn...is it an inn that can make dreams come true?" Su Jin asked after entering the door.
"As an inn, we are obliged to provide customers with a good night. This is the true meaning of the Dream Inn." Inside the inn, behind the counter, a handsome young man smiled.
"Are you the shopkeeper of the inn?" Su Jin asked.
"Exactly." The boy said: "In the next surname, Wu, you can call me... the treasurer of Wu."
Su Jin nodded, "Shopkeeper Wu, two rooms, one night, what is the price?"