Wild Little Taoist Priest

At the top of the Tao, three flowers gather at the top. Above the three flowers, the five qi are toward the yuan. "Under the three flowers... I am invincible." He spoke quietly. "So what?" The Taoist priest laughed, "Come on! With the long sword in hand, the world is still undecided." "That's fine!" Master Qingyun stepped back and forth, picked up the Sanqing Bell, and the divine bell rang. "Ding~" The Taoist robes were fluttering in the wind, and his steps were graceful. He actually danced a strange dance. "Ding~" The next moment. The whole town suddenly became quiet. The sound of rustling rain, the whistling wind, and the splashing water splashed by Taoist priests as they ran. Everything stopped for a moment under the clear sound of the copper bell, as if someone had pressed the pause button on the world. "Ding~" The Taoist priest was so frightened that he suddenly realized that he had lost control of his body. Except for his eyes, he could not move his fingers at all. He looked forward and saw dense raindrops floating in the air one by one. Looking at the ground out of the corner of his eye, he saw a circle of water splashing when his left foot stepped on the blue bricks of the long street while running. The world fell into a dead silence. There is only the sound of my own heartbeat, breathing, and a strange coldness. It has nothing to do with wind and rain, or changes in temperature, but a shiver from the soul. Another example is that the frost released by thousands of years of ice wraps around the whole body, slowly invading every pore on the skin, opening the flesh, pouring the biting cold into the blood vessels, reaching every organ, and reaching the depths of the soul, freezing the thoughts. The introduction comes from Chapter 50, which is a story unit. You can read it in the Table of Contents. You only need to read the first chapters 1-2, and it will not affect the subsequent reading of individual storylines.