Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 1
"Master, this is the latest fruit thirteen this year. There is also a set of fast charging and a power bank. Yes, Tiandi Bank can use one trillion yuan to make it. If you need anything below, you can buy some by yourself. Don't dream about it."

Mangshan Qingyunling is only 800 meters above sea level, but for many years, except for the villagers at the foot of the mountain, no one knew that there was actually a small Taoist temple here.

In the back mountain, there is a solitary tomb in a place with beautiful scenery. In front of the tomb, a young Taoist priest aged [-] or [-] is worshiping.

The Taoist named Jiang Xiaoliu, who lives in Qingyun Village under Qingyun Mountain, suffered from strange illnesses since he was a child, was rescued by an old Taoist who passed by the house, and asked his parents to build a Taoist temple on the top of Qingyun Mountain, and let Jiang Xiaoliu go to school. Outside the Taoist temple, so as to save one's life.

The only daughter of her parents, she is old enough to have a child, and she is very precious, so she was reluctant to let Jiang Xiaoliu suffer from illness day and night, so she took out the money that she had accumulated for more than ten years to build a few new large tile-roofed houses, Someone was invited to build a single courtyard Taoist temple on the top of Qingyunling.

The Taoist temple was named Qingyun, and since then, Jiang Xiaoliu's illness has never recurred.

"Buzz!"

Just as Jiang Xiaoliu was about to pack up his things and leave, he saw a plume of green smoke rising from the master's grave.

Just when he was astonished and stunned, a golden light pierced into his eyebrows from the grave with lightning speed, and at that moment, his whole body shivered, and at the same time, a strange voice appeared in his mind.

"Ding, in the age of the end of the Dharma, the decline of the Taoism, the incense of one billion believers in the world has been lost to the old bald... ahem... was robbed by the Buddhism, and the gods in the sky are living like years. I specially gave the host a road-granting critical strike return system to revitalize the Taoism. "

Jiang Xiaoliu shook his head vigorously, and it took him a long time to accept the fact that he won the big prize and got the golden finger.

The ultimate goal of this golden finger is to revitalize the Taoist sect, and the specific effect is to grant any item to the apprentice, so as to get a crit return reward of at least ten times and at most ten thousand times.

The system also reminded him that the higher the quality of the item granted to the apprentice, the greater the return of critical strikes.

This is easy to understand, but the key point is that I am still a half-baked person. Apart from being familiar with the three thousand Taoist scriptures, there is only this small Taoist temple left. Why should I accept disciples?What do you give to others?

After understanding the efficacy of the system and his own mission, the system generously gave him a novice gift package and a small portable system space.

The gift pack includes a low-grade dharma sword, a marrow washing pill, an article of "Changchun Gong", an exorcism talisman, an amulet, and a lightning strike talisman.

Not many things, but very precious!
In this dharma-ending era where spiritual energy is scarce, Jiang Xiaoliu dare not say he is the only one who has these things, but they are definitely rare.

At the same time, the system released the first phase of the task, raising 50 yuan to expand the Taoist temple within one month, and at the same time accepting one apprentice.

This is a bit embarrassing!

Putting money aside, Qingyun Taoist Temple has only been established for more than ten years, and only the elderly in their own village come to offer incense on weekdays, and some little kids are too lazy to climb up so high to play.

Thanks to the popularity of tomb-robbing novels and movies in recent years, some curious young people will come to the world-famous Mang Mountain to find excitement, or live broadcast to earn traffic, which can be regarded as indirectly bringing a little bit to Qingyun Temple incense.

But just based on this, Jiang Xiaoliu can't drag him to become a monk and accept him as a disciple, can he?
As for his own Qingyun Village?

Forget it, in such a huge village, you don't see a single young person for a whole year, and all the old and weak women and children stay behind.

If Jiang Xiaoliu took other people's children as his disciples, he would probably be beaten up by his father if he wasn't locked up by the old man and let the dogs go.

how?

It's pitiful enough for my child to stay at home for the sake of making a living. How dare you trick my child into becoming a monk?

Shaking his head vigorously, he drove this unrealistic idea out of his mind, and decided to count the big gift bags, which are rare things.

Although he has practiced Taoism for more than ten years, this is the first time he has seen a magic weapon.

The magic sword is nameless. Although it is a low-grade magic weapon, it sounds very low-grade, but this simple scabbard alone is extraordinary.

"Cang Langlang!"

Pulling out the sword suddenly, there is a faint sound of dragon chant. The sword is three feet and seven inches long, like a pool of autumn water. When it gets a little closer to the skin, a dense layer of "chicken skin" is instantly aroused by the sharp edge of the sword. pimple".

"Good sword, good sword!"

Unable to help himself, Jiang Xiaoliu stepped on the seven-star step and pinched the Taiyi Jue with his hands, and a set of Taiyi Light Splitting Sword Technique was displayed.

For a moment, there was a cold light, and the sword was overwhelming. At this moment, Jiang Xiaoliu felt like a legendary martial arts master. He couldn't help but want to go out and find something to hack and stab, to try the sharpness of the sword.

Reluctantly put away the dharma sword, and poured out a thumb-sized elixir from the mutton fat jade bottle.

The moment the cork was opened, a fresh scent filled the entire mountain in an instant, and the spirit of smelling it couldn't help but make Jiang Xiaoliu feel another cold war involuntarily.

Looking at this elixir like a work of art, Jiang Xiaoliu swallowed with difficulty, resisting the urge to swallow it in one gulp, put away the elixir and opened "Changchun Gong".

This is the first practice method he owns besides Taoist scriptures.

Since childhood, he practiced Taoism and martial arts with his master Lin Changxing. Not only did he get rid of all the strange diseases, but he was also strong and free from all kinds of diseases. It is difficult to fight, let alone the real Tuna Xiuxian.

I don't know whether it was due to his cultivation of Taoism since childhood, or the blessing of the system, this "Changchun Gong" was surprisingly easy to understand, and soon he understood the first level, so he couldn't help but practice anymore .

Cultivation has no time, and the time of day and night is fleeting.

In the early morning, there was a young man sitting cross-legged in meditation in front of the solitary grave in the back mountain. He let out a soft breath, and a series of white breaths shot out straight for more than two meters.

He inhaled lightly, and the milky white cloud around him poured into his mouth like a sea of ​​rivers. In an instant, his lower abdomen swelled up, and there were faint sounds of frogs, which was very miraculous.

Slowly opening his eyes, a ray of light flashed away, Jiang Xiaoliu felt as light as a swallow, and couldn't help but let out a long howl.

For a while, the sound shook the whole field, and the birds flew in fright. It was very lively.

Standing up, Jiang Xiaoliu looked at his body in disbelief. Although he didn't feel the existence of mana in his dantian qi sea and the eight meridians, the tyrannical qi and blood swimming in his body was real. Really, this gave him the urge to find someone to fight and vent his excess energy.

"Master, is this system a treasure you always gave me?"

Jiang Xiaoliu knelt down in front of the master's grave again, kowtowed respectfully a few times, and said solemnly: "Whether it is or not, master, just look at it, and I will be entrusted with the important task of revitalizing the Taoist sect, disciple Jiang Xiaoliu, Never let you down."

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