(When I come back on the 25th, I will return to normal!)

"You're here just in time!"

The man looked up at Chen Sanlang and shouted. His voice was hoarse, but it was Xiaoyao Fudao's voice that turned into ashes and could hear the smell in his bones.

Chen Sanlang didn't understand what this meant. The Taoist priest came to him, grabbed his right hand and stroked his nails.

The skin was cut and bloody.

The Taoist priest said nothing and picked up something with his left hand, which was a seal.

The seal was pressed straight into Chen Sanlang's palm, stained with blood.

Hum!

Chen Sanlang shook his body, and some changes occurred in the world in his mind. As for what changes, he couldn't figure it out for a while, because his soul and will were blurred for a moment.

The blur dissipated quickly, and the "Haoran Silk Book" shone brightly, causing the soul to recover immediately, calm down, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"This seal will be returned..."

Before he finished speaking, the Taoist priest fell down and lay on his back on the ground, unable to move.

Chen Sanlang was startled and quickly leaned over and reached out to test. Fortunately, his breath still existed, but he just fainted.

"Clean breeze and bright moon!"

shouted loudly.

Soon, the two boys came and saw the person lying on the ground, and they looked surprised.

"Your temple owner is just fainted, please help him back to your room."

Chen Sanlang shouted.

"yes."

The two boys reacted quickly, and quickly carried Xiaoyao Fudao back to the room, then fed hot water, washed his face, and changed his clothes.

They respect Xiaoyao Fudao very much and admire him very much. Since entering the Taoist temple, they have not only eaten and drunk every day, but also practice Taoism and pursue the great way of immortals.

These are all gifts from the observer.

"Sir, you must not have something wrong..."

Mingyue was crying.

Qingfeng said: "Didn't you listen to the Lord of the Palace? The Lord of the Temple was just fainting, it's okay."

Chen Sanlang did not follow him into the room, but stayed outside. He couldn't help with those matters, so he asked the boy to handle them.

At this time, he picked up the seal and saw that it was a large seal, much larger than an adult fist, with a light yellow color, which looked much inferior to the previous golden body and was not conspicuous. This restrained style was exactly what Chen Sanlang liked. If it was yellow and orange, the golden light was dazzling and placed on the table, it would be too ostentatious.

Gold seals and gold seals may not be like this.

The seal is wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, gradually shrinking, just by hand, but it has a shape on the top, which is the image of Xuanwu. It is not carved out exquisitely and lightly, but it has an ancient atmosphere, as if the seal was not just refined, but has been passed down for a long time.

When I flipped the seal, I saw that the seal text was square, with rigorous strokes and strokes. It seemed that they were in line with the rules and regulations, and it was no shortage. It was really a model of iron painting and silver hooks.

This word comes from Chen Sanlang. Write the word first and then engrave it on it.

"Chin's Xuanwu!"

In order to write these four words well, Chen Sanlang has practiced a lot, and at least hundreds of them were written to get the most satisfactory one.

Because the blood was just stained with, the seal had traces of redness, but it was not dripping. It seemed that a lot of blood had penetrated, leaving only some residue.

The blood was indeed integrated with the seal.

Because Chen Sanlang felt that there was a vague connection between him and this seal. This feeling was like he manipulating the demon-binding rope.

Obviously, this square seal has become his new magic weapon.

"Not bad, really good!"

Chen Sanlang was filled with joy and shouted repeatedly.

"Master, your hands are still bleeding. I'll bandage it for you."

Mingyue came out of the room and held a cotton cloth in her hand.

Chen Sanlang nodded: "Then I'll bother you."

Mingyue kept saying that she didn't dare to come over to bandage him, and she was quickly finished.

Chen Sanlang asked: "How is your host?"

"He may have been too tired and fell asleep..."

Mingyue replied.

"Not hurt, are you?"

Chen Sanlang asked again with concern.

"Some places were burned, but after taking the medicine, it should be fine."

"That's good."

Chen Sanlang felt relieved and said, "Go and prepare some paper for me... Well, I'll stay here today until your temple master wakes up."

"OK."

Mingyue agreed and went to prepare.

Chen Sanlang entered Xiaoyao Fudao's room and went to the bed to see the Taoist priest's whole body had changed and his face was cleaned. His face was pretty good and his breath was even.

The breeze guards the bed.

Chen Sanlang gave a few words of advice and returned to the clean room of the guest room, and the pen and ink were ready.

Mingyue asked, "Sir, it's not too early, I'll prepare some meals for you."

"good."

Chen Sanlang was not polite either. He often drank with Taoist priests when visiting and visiting each other. Guanzhong had less meat and more vegetarian food, and the taste was pretty good.

About a quarter of an hour later, Mingyue came with something, a large bowl of rice, a plate of braised tofu, a plate of vegetables, and a can of clear soup.

These things are all vegetarian.

Mingyue's face turned slightly red and said, "Sir, I have only these now. If it is not enough, I will buy it on the street."

Chen Sanlang laughed: "No need to worry, vegetarian food is just right."

In this world, it is very difficult to eat, let alone food and soup? He has never picked it. He has porridge and porridge, meals and food, and has to eat.

He immediately raised his chopsticks and ate the rice with big mouthfuls.

Having said that, the boy Mingyue is quite talented in the kitchen and has a craftsmanship. He cooks tofu and vegetables well and can also serve food.

Not long before Chen Sanlang took a big bowl of rice, he felt it was not enough, so he asked Mingyue to fill another bowl.

Eat and drink enough and be energetic.

At this time, the sky was dark and Xiaoyao Fudao had not woken up yet. At home, Chen Sanlang had already sent someone to report that he would spend the night in the viewing tonight and would not return.

This was not the first time he was, and Xu Jun didn't care. He knew that he had something to deal with, so he sent someone to send him a cotton jacket, afraid that he would catch a cold.

It's cold, and there is a charcoal stove in the room, and the heat temperature is available.

Chen Sanlang sat at the table. His hands were clean and his eyes were brightly looked at the Xuanwu seal placed on the table. The edges were a box of red ink paste, and a piece of white paper had already been laid.

After a while, Chen Sanlang took a breath, reached out and picked up the seal, then put it on the ink paste, pressed it gently, then picked it up, and pressed it on the white paper.

It is loose when pressed, and the seal on the paper is clearly distinguished: Chen's Xuanwu!

The four characters are clear and clear, and the font is smooth and smooth, representing identity. But when you see the outline of the strokes, there is a breath that makes people feel awe-inspiring in their hearts when they see them.

Good print!

Chen Sanlang knew that this was not an illusion, because this seal was not a common object, but a magic weapon. Originally ordinary seals could only develop momentum unless they were used for a long time and accumulated. Otherwise, they would be nothing but dead stones.

Such seals are rare.

However, the Xuanwu, just now, has already possessed the meaning of divine power, which shows its extraordinaryness.
Chapter completed!