Nine Nether Corpse Technique: Black-Robed Little Taoist Priest from Lushan Mountain

In the autumn of the seventh year of Xiantong in the Tang Dynasty, a murderous atmosphere appeared on the northern border. On the bank of Lu River, on the top of the main peak of Lu Mountain, the Xiaozi Palace is shrouded in the dusk. The lavender clouds float like gauze, making the stone platform in front of Sanqing Hall look like a fairyland. Facheng sat cross-legged on it, pinched the Ziwu Jue with both hands, and breathed at the same frequency as the mountain wind. The green jade hairpin that tied his hair glowed warmly in the sunset, and a few strands of hair that were not tied up were dancing in the wind. "Senior Brother Facheng!" The clear voice of the little Taoist boy broke through the silence, "Master is calling urgently, see you at Jingxing Pavilion!" Facheng slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be stars flowing in his eyes, which quickly returned to clarity. He brushed off the non-existent dust on the blue robe, and his fingertips trembled slightly in his sleeves - the astrological sign that foreshadowed bad omen three days ago had indeed come true. Inside the Purity Pavilion, centuries-old sandalwood scent lingers. The leader, Taoist Priest Jingxing, stood with his back to the door, staring at the picture of Beidou Conquering Demons on the wall. In the painting, the Heavenly Master's sword points to the sky, and the seven stars fall down, which is the artistic conception of the Lushan Zhen School's unique art "Tiangang Leading Thunder Technique". Master. Facheng was tidying up his clothes outside the threshold and performing discipleship rituals. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of someone else in the pavilion... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.