Fellow Taoists, please respect yourself.

Chapter 34 Dreaming
Human gods who can directly inhabit thoughts are extremely rare in the four continents.

Not to mention, there is an existence like Wang Lingguan!

This person is “the innate chief general, the loyal protector of the Way, the Three-Five Fire Train King, the mighty and spiritual master of heaven”!
He is the chief spiritual officer of the Capital Heaven Patrol, the most powerful general of the Thunder Department, and the first guardian of the Heavenly Court!

Such a prominent existence is the leading guardian god of war in the entire Three Realms!

The three realms are in chaos now, and gods with such power are the busiest.

But even so, he still personally sent down a thought!
This scene made the old Dragon King even more shocked, and the look he showed towards Jiang Lin became more and more surprising.

Where does this young man come from?

Not to mention the shock in the old Dragon King's heart, Jiang Lin was equally shocked.

I knew that the decree from the Emperor would not be a simple one, but I didn't expect the scene to be so grand.

Wang Lingguan is descending.

As a Taoist, how could Jiang Lin not know how rare this thing is?

"Everyone, come and offer incense."

After the initial shock, Jiang Lin came to his senses and called out to the craftsmen behind him.

Since I have promised these people, I cannot go back on my word.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest! Thank you, Taoist Priest!"

Several craftsmen came to their senses, hurriedly straightened their clothes, took three incense sticks each, and bowed down respectfully before the majestic statue of Lingguanye.

Jiang Lin watched silently from the side, feeling a sense of worry for no reason in his heart.

It is certainly a good thing that Lord Lingguan’s thoughts have declined, but what is the deeper meaning behind this?

Thinking of the major changes that took place not long ago, which even Zen Master Dao Ji had to be cautious about and even made some compromises, Jiang Lin felt a chill in his heart.

Could it be that Lord Lingguan’s thoughts were declining because of this matter?
When he thought of this, Jiang Lin felt relieved but also a little worried.

With Lord Lingguan here, I believe that no matter what kind of changes happen, it will not be able to shake the first guardian deity of heaven.

But the problem is...

What about the people?
If the reincarnation of Arhat the Dragon-Subduing is helpless and can only choose to protect the changes in the acupoints, can Wang Lingguan and Zen Master Daoji guarantee to protect every citizen...

Jiang Lin’s mind was full of thoughts.

When he looked up again, he suddenly realized that he had been distracted for a long time and the craftsmen had already left with many thanks.

The Old Dragon King and Ao Run were waiting quietly not far away and did not come up to disturb Jiang Lin.

"I'm sorry, both of you."

Jiang Lin bowed and said, "I was distracted for a while."

"Distracted?"

The old Dragon King frowned and said, "Master, all practitioners are full of energy and do not want to sleep. Master, you must have such a practice."

"But even so, I'm still distracted... Maybe I should pay more attention to it."

"Dragon King, what do you mean by... a whim?"

Jiang Lin frowned.

"perhaps."

The old Dragon King hesitated for a moment, but still bowed to the statue of the Spiritual Official, and then said: "The Great Spiritual Official's divine consciousness has descended upon your temple, and as the abbot, you will naturally receive his blessing. Under such circumstances..."

He didn't finish, but Jiang Lin understood what the old Dragon King meant.

Jiang Lin couldn't help but look at the statue of Wang Lingguan and pursed his lips.

"I will treat it seriously."

He was talking to the old Dragon King, to the Lord Lingguan, and even more so to himself.

"In that case, Taoist priest, it is getting late. I will take my leave now."

The old Dragon King nodded and bowed.

Ao Run, who was standing by, was stunned when he heard this and glanced at his father with a hint of resentment.

"Okay, take care, old Dragon King. Take care, Princess."

Jiang Lin did not try to persuade them to stay and sent the two of them away from the Taoist temple.

Outside the Taoist temple, the old Dragon King took Ao Run to the foot of the mountain. Seeing that his daughter was a little absent-minded, he said leisurely: "My daughter, the way of cultivation is not something that can be achieved overnight, and the same is true for other things."

"Master Xiao Jiang has just welcomed the statue of the deity into the temple, and there are still many things to deal with."

"It may be related to the secrets of his lineage, so it would be difficult for others to stay here."

"Knowing when to advance and when to retreat, being sensible and reasonable, is the best choice."

Listening to his father's teachings, how could Ao Run not know what the "other things" his father was referring to?

Her pretty face immediately turned red, and she said coquettishly, "Father!"

"Hahahaha!"

The old Dragon King laughed loudly, and then said seriously: "Daughter, throughout the ages, there have been very few black law mages walking in the world. I'm afraid this is the only one still walking in the world."

“Therefore, although most practitioners know the method of Beidi, the power of Tianpeng, and the ability of Fengdu.”

"However, we know very little about the inner workings of this lineage."

"Old Turtle's words reminded me, father."

"I will go and verify this to see whether the Black Law lineage can do anything unless it is prohibited by law, or whether it is impossible to do anything unless it is clearly prohibited by law."

"If it's the latter..."

Ao Run's body stiffened when he heard this.

If it's the latter...

She was silent for a long time before she looked up and said, "If it's the latter, then I'll give up on it. I can't let this little thing disrupt his cultivation."

Ugh……

The old Dragon King sighed and said no more.

…………

"yawn……"

Jiang Lin sat cross-legged in the quiet room, having just finished chanting the Tianpeng Mantra forty-nine times today.

But what puzzled Jiang Lin was that, generally speaking, after practicing the spell, one should feel energetic and strong.

But now, for some reason, Jiang Lin always felt an indescribable sleepiness.

Have you encountered any difficulties?

Jiang Lin frowned. Generally speaking, even though it was already dark, practitioners would be full of energy and not want to sleep. His inexplicable sleepiness now was indeed abnormal.

Could it be the so-called obstacle on the path?
Jiang Lin forced himself to be strong and came to the main hall. He bowed three times before the Emperor, and then sat cross-legged to practice the Black Law.

When the black law was usually enforced, there was always a biting chill, which taught Jiang Lin to stay alert at all times and not be distracted at all.

This is also the uniqueness of the Beidi lineage.

The practices of other lineages are often adjusted to the most comfortable state.

However, practicing the Northern Emperor's Black Laws is often like being pierced by an ice spike or walking on a tightrope thousands of feet in the air. If you are not careful, all your efforts will be wasted.

This is a warning, reminding the mage at all times of the weight of responsibility and the strictness of the law, and that he cannot make the slightest mistake.

Jiang Lin thought to himself, if it really was some kind of hurdle or obstacle, the tyranny of the Northern Emperor's Law would always help him to be more sober.

But this time, Jiang Lin miscalculated.

As the Beidi method started to work, the feeling of sleepiness became even stronger.

How intense is it?

Let me put it this way, this was the deepest sleep Jiang Lin had had in sixteen years.

Jiang Lin fell asleep under the gaze of the Emperor.

However, there was no change in the compassionate eyes of the Emperor.

"Om..."

Instead, behind the main gate of the Taoist temple, there was a majestic statue of Wang Lingguan, with a lightning-like divine light flashing from the vertical eyes between his eyebrows.

The divine light went straight into Jiang Lin’s Niwan Palace.

(End of this chapter)