Chapter 1 Diary April 18th, the 15th year of Zhizheng. Today is my sixteenth birthday. To celebrate, I ate the only half pound of smoked meat left in the temple, which was a bit rotten. In a blink of an eye, it has been sixteen years since I came to this world. Well, the results are gratifying, because I haven't starved to death yet. April 19th. Today I sold three amulets to exorcise evil spirits and earned 90 copper coins. So far, my total monthly income is 90 copper coins. Thank you, Master Dijun. April 20th. Oh my god! Someone actually asked me to catch ghosts today! The reward is 100 coins! Although there are no ghosts in the world, it doesn't stop me from making money! Look at me, the abbot of Ziwei Temple, Jiang Lin, Jiang Xuanying, showing my power! Set off tomorrow! April twenty-first. Sure enough, there was no ghost. It was the victim's child who didn't want to go to school and lied. The reward was cut in half. On the way back, I bought tribute fruits for the Purple Star Emperor and spent all the reward. I was really pious. April 22nd.
I burn incense to the Emperor and thank him for the tribute fruits to fill my stomach, even though I bought them with my own money. April 23rd. Burn incense to the Emperor and thank him for the tribute fruit. April twenty-fourth. Burn incense and thank for the fruit. April twenty-fifth. The fruit has been eaten. I wonder if the Emperor likes cabbage and radishes. April twenty-sixth. Burn incense and thank the cabbage. April twenty-seventh. Jiang Lin, Jiang Lin, you can't go on like this. You are a dignified time traveler, a serious master of a temple, but you have fallen to the point of eating the tribute to the emperor! Depravity! Shamelessness! April 28th. Burn incense and thank radish. April 29th. I have finished eating the radishes and cabbages, but today I went fishing by the West Lake and had a good harvest, catching a turtle and a carp. Thank you, Lord Emperor. Halfway up Longjing Mountain in Hangzhou City. A small Taoist temple covering an area of less than three acres stands quietly here. On what can barely be called a door, there is a mottled sign, on which the three words "Ziwei Temple" can be vaguely recognized. The bricks and stones of this Taoist temple are dilapidated and it doesn't look like a place suitable for living. The main hall enshrines the statue of Emperor Ziwei, and it is the only statue of this deity, and it looks lonely. On the shrine, there were some cabbage stalks and radish tops scattered around. The emperor's compassionate eyes were fixed on these "tributes". In the backyard, Jiang Lin, wearing a short green Taoist robe and hastily combing her ponytail, was busy in the kitchen.
He cut the last half of the radish into thin pieces, and glanced at the basin next to him from time to time. In the basin there was a foot-long white carp and a turtle as big as a bowl. The carp lazily lay at the bottom of the basin, spitting bubbles weakly, while the turtle scratched the edge of the basin frantically, trying to escape. "Old turtle, don't bother, you can't climb out." The carp said lazily, shaking its tail. The turtle's body stiffened, and it stretched its neck to look at the young Taoist priest who was concentrating on chopping radishes. When it saw that he didn't react at all, it breathed a sigh of relief. "My Lord, it doesn't matter whether I live or die. How can you, your precious body, die here?" said the old turtle with deep hatred. “I’ve lost the dragon ball, my cultivation, and even my dragon body has degenerated. It makes no difference whether I live or die.” The carp blew bubbles, its tone filled with a sense of despair. "Then...then we can't just sit there and wait to die!" The old turtle was very fighting. While speaking, he continued to scratch the edge of the basin vigorously. Originally, as the prime minister of the West Lake Dragon Palace, the old turtle was also an accomplished demon fairy. Even if he was affected by the mundane world, he would not be so miserable. But the old turtle is not in a very good condition now. Firstly, this is a Taoist temple dedicated to Emperor Ziwei, and it is also a famous Taoist temple in Tiancao. To put it bluntly, it has official authorization and has extremely strong suppression on all non-humans. Secondly, neither the old turtle nor the princess are in their prime. The combination of the two meant that the Dragon Princess and the Turtle Prime Minister could only accept their fate in vain. "As long as we can return to the Dragon Palace, the Dragon King will naturally take charge of you. As for the Demon King..." The old turtle seemed to have thought of something and shuddered. "Look, you also know that your father is no match for the demon king. If he goes back, he will live his whole life in a muddle. It is better for him to be eaten by this little Taoist priest." said the carp. The old turtle was just about to speak when he saw the young Taoist priest who had fished him and the princess out of the West Lake lying beside the basin. A pair of clear black and white eyes looked at himself and the princess in the bowl, as if he was thinking about which one to eat first. The old turtle is ready to lead the charge and die before His Highness. But the young Taoist priest picked up the basin and said to himself, "I forgot. Today is the anniversary of Master's death. We cannot eat meat. Let's release some animals. This will also help Master accumulate merit." The old turtle's eyes welled up with tears when he heard this, and he couldn't help but thank the unknown Taoist priest. You died at the right time! Jiang Lin was unaware of anything. He carried the basin out of the Taoist temple and came to the stream at the foot of the mountain. "This stream is a tributary of West Lake. If you two are lucky, I think you can swim back." As he said this, he picked up the turtle, flicked his hand, and threw it into the water. Hearing a splash, Jiang Lin picked up the basin and was about to pour the carp into the stream. At this moment, the lazy carp swung its tail, splashing water. When Jiang Lin looked up again, there was no trace of the carp and the turtle in the stream. After doing all this, Jiang Lin turned around without hesitation, quickly left the stream, and returned to the Taoist temple without stopping. Without even taking a breath, Jiang Lin knelt down respectfully before the statue of Emperor Ziwei. He took out three incense sticks that he would never be willing to light on normal days, and reverently inserted them into the incense burner on the shrine. "May the Emperor bless you, my disciple. I offer incense to you." After doing all this, Jiang Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at the Emperor's compassionate eyes, and the cold sweat on his back finally fell off.
"Talking turtle and fish..." Jiang Lin murmured to himself, fortunately he was able to think quickly and pretend that he could not hear them talking, so he sent away these two creatures that were obviously not normal species. “I don’t know if there will be any trouble.” "After all, there is a statue of the Emperor enshrined here. Even if there are demons and monsters, I think they wouldn't dare to offend, right?" "Could it be true that what Master said before he passed away was about demons and monsters wreaking havoc on the world?" Jiang Lin's mind raced for a long time. He sighed and took out two booklets from under the shrine of the Emperor. This is what my master left behind before he died. He told me to open these two books if I encountered anything strange. It's considered strange that a fish and a turtle opened their mouths, right? Jiang Lin thought so and opened the two booklets. "The Black Law Spiritual Book of Taixuan Demon Control in Beiyin Fengdu" Tianpeng Method Jiang Lin took a deep breath and opened the first booklet. Ahaha, that's right, I missed the deadline! Ten days is too long, I will start a new book today! Please support me, readers! (End of this chapter)