Heimarian Odyssey

Zhang Xian had imagined before that he had one day Daoist mastery, flying all over the world, omnipotent.

After feeling the shock of a flight this evening, I was completely determined to carry forward Maoshan Taoism.

Locke's grudge shield stretched out to resist the strong hurricane and atmospheric pressure in the high altitude.

The shoulders were lifted by Locke, Zhang Xuan looked at them, they are all great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

Because it is nighttime, many special beauty has not been seen, but this has already satisfied Zhang Ding.

Especially when passing by some large cities, the colorful night scene in the city brightens Zhang's eyes.

Ten years of pure-minded monasticism has left Zhang Yi with no opportunity to come into contact with the bustling nightlife of a big city in the new era.

Not only Zhang Ding was surprised, even Locke, who had three plane experiences and walked through countless first-level knights, was also somewhat surprised.

Although this world does not have much application in elemental energy, they have developed another kind of energy.

Locke can naturally see what kind of energy is consumed by the colorful neon lights in the city below.

All the way in the direction of Zhang Dian, Locke flew straight to Maoshan in the province of Jiangsu.

Every time Zhang Dian travels to and from Maoshan, he has to fly back and forth with a car and a car. It takes only a week, and in Locke, it only takes three hours.

It's 11 o'clock at night. In the past, Maoshan's Daengdengtang hadn't struck the last minute.

The hard-working brothers and sisters should gather in the practice hall to practice Taoism.

Maoshan is not very big. This is a medium-sized mountain range covering only forty square kilometers.

Flying all the way from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, Locke was disappointed. I don't know whether it was because of the night, or that Maoshan was originally not popular, and there were only a handful of humans I met along the way.

To the martial arts field on the mountainside, there are some things to watch here. There are always 50 or 60 people meditating on the playground. Some of them are about the same strength as Zhang Ding, and some are not even in the stage of sensation. They are completely individual. Stronger ordinary people.

Only a gray robe master let Locko pay attention to two eyes, that person's real temperament in Dan Tian has a bit of anger, in their words, it is a monk who practices Qi.

"That's my six uncles." Zhang Ren was controlled by Locke and said reluctantly.

The two are now hiding in the clouds, covered by the dark night, not to mention the second layer of Qi practice, that is, the monk who practiced Qi on the 12th floor, and he may not necessarily find Locke, a first-level knight.

Practicing Qi on the second floor, matching the entry-level attendants of the knight stage, this old man just let Locko pay attention to both eyes.

Flying to the top of the mountain again, this time a large number of large buildings and eaves pavilions appeared. Most of these pavilions were old, and an unusually strong historical atmosphere came.

There are a lot of buildings, but there are very few people. A cursory glance around. There are only a dozen ordinary Taoists in Taoism.

"Why are there so many people?" Lock said strangely.

Zhang Ming's face was a little embarrassed and was asked again by Locke before saying, "Most people, this point should be off work."

"Off work?" Locke looked at Zhang Ding.

The 30-year-old man, who was stupefied by Locke’s predecessor, was unable to lift his head. He organized a language and said, “Although we have a second uncle in Maoshan assisted by the government, we only rely on the second uncle. We can't feed our hundred people up and down Maoshan at all."

"These palaces were left in the past, and now my third uncle

Take care of it as a tourist attraction for tourists who come to visit. Zhang Xian explained, "This ticket and incense money account for a large part of our Maoshan funds every year. If we don't do this, many of our brothers and brothers have no resources for cultivation." "

"Uncle Sanshi went to Nanjing City the year before to apply for material cultural heritage funds, but it didn't work out, otherwise our life in Maoshan will be a little better. However, Uncle Er said that he is already in operation and there should be a government in two years Special injection of funds." Zhang Ding said honestly.

This is also considered a secret within Maoshan. He also benefited from having a master who is a great elder, so he knew so much.

Locke nodded. He was indeed in a dilapidated side hall below, and he felt a three-story Taoist priest, mostly the uncle of the three divisions mentioned by Zhang Ren.

Flying over the pavilion of this building, near the top of the mountain, Locke finally saw the true face of Maoshan General Altar.

The Taoist temple here is cleaner and brighter than those on the mountainside, and there are bright yellow street lamps in the circle around the main altar, which is full of modern atmosphere.

There is not much popularity here. Locke probed roughly and felt about fifty people.

Of these more than 50 people, less than 10 people have really entered the gas refining period, and like Zhang Xuan, there are about 20 or 30 people staying in the gas-sensing period, and more than 20 ordinary people are Maoshan. Sent to recruit handyman.

"Isn't your Maoshan faction the largest in China? There aren't many people." Luo Ke sighed with a general understanding of Maoshan's situation.

Zhang Dian said, "More than one hundred people are already a big school, and there are a few famous denominations. There are only twenty-one people in the Tianshan School, and a little more than the Dragon and Tiger Gate. There are no more than fifty people, let alone the Emei Sect. , Is supported by thirty women."

The Daomen forces in China now can be summarized as a single Maoshan faction, and the remaining three Daomen are slightly better.

But don’t laugh at anyone. At the end of the French era, science and technology are paramount, and if you can maintain the unbroken tradition, you will burn a lot of incense.

Do you want to expand your martial arts, broaden your disciples, and gain the faith of the people?

Ask the government first. The gun in his hand does not agree.

Hundreds of years ago, Daomen was able to rely on some minor Taoist techniques to stir the wind and rain in the Central Plains. Many rulers of the past dynasties were the faithful believers of Daomen.

But in the past two hundred years, let's save it.

No matter how strong Taoism is, can it fight against aircraft tanks?

The local government got angry, and a missile hit you, so everyone had to see Grandpa Patriarch.

And Mao Shanneng can still be mixed in all Taoist gates now, thanks to Zhang Xun's previous generation of uncles and masters, the second uncle is a personal talent, knows the current affairs, knows to hold the thigh.

One-hand acupuncture and moxibustion combined with the use of true qi, the curative effect is amazing, and I don’t know how many incurable diseases that saved the top group of people in China. At least before the group of old men who had received the favor of Maoshan, the Maoshan faction can safely guarantee that there is no worry.

Not afraid of being miserable, but afraid of being miserable than others.

The examples of the Tianshan School, Longhumen, and Emei Zong are all alive. It should be known that the leading position of the Tianxia Daomen was taken by the four major schools in turns hundreds of years ago, and now it has become Maoshan. Send hereditary replacements.

There were not many surprises to him by this Taoist gate. Locke was not interested in continuing to waste time, and flew directly to the Patriarch Hall of the Maoshan School Altar, where there was a strongest Taoist in his opinion.

Zhang Xian was temporarily suppressed by him, unable to move.

In the patriarch's hall, a grey beard

Man, wearing a towel on his head, holding floating dust, meditating on a futon.

The Daoist has a ruddy complexion, gray hair, and spotlessness. With the appearance of being arrogant when meditating, he is a good person.

At the six-story stage of Qi training, you can match the knight rank to the mid-level attendant.

If this person can cultivate to this level, Locke has to admire his talents, at least let Locke practice in this plane, and he is at most Zhang Yi.

Lao Dao's age Locke feels as old as 80 years old, but because of the cultivation of Qigong, it looks like an old man in his 60s.

Locke walked into the hall, the precise control of the first-level knight, and the elegant and flexible movement of the wind system, but there was no sound at all.

Lao Tao is still cultivating there, and has not found at all that there is already a stranger, less than six meters away from him.

Going to the position five meters away from the old road, Locke stopped, he had a hunch that he would take another step forward, and the old road might have to find him.

It seems that this gate practice is not useless, Locke thought.

And Zhang Dun, who was surrounded by Locke's brakes, couldn't believe it. He knew the strength of his master best. He didn't expect that he couldn't even find out in front of this foundation-building predecessor.

"Um? You are back." The old man said suddenly.

He didn't find Locke, but at such a close distance, Zhang Yi had already found part of his breath leaking out.

"Yes, I haven't seen it for half a year. Your Maoshan mantra has advanced greatly. Even my master, I almost didn't find you coming in. Let's talk about it. What's it like to break through to the level of Qi training?" Eyes, then said.

No one answered him.

The old brow frowned and slowly opened his eyes, only to see him, in addition to the boy he was familiar with, there was also a gray-haired young man with a funny smile.

Locke, who suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, did not panic the old man on the surface. Actually, what vibration happened in his heart was only known to the old man himself.

"Dare to ask your name, why do you want to catch me this boy." The old man said with a blank expression, he could see that his boy was controlled by this young man.

Locke didn't talk nonsense with the old man, he reached out directly, the violent grudge in his palm spewed out, and turned into a grudge palm directly, pinching the old way.

This time the old man was really scared.

His face was flushed, he was running with real energy, and he wanted to rush off Locke's grudge palm control, but the green muscles on his forehead would be suffocated, but still not broken.

The real gas reserves are not as strong as Locke. After struggling for a minute or two, they did not stubbornly resist.

This made Locke, who wanted to try the old fashioned, shake his head.

He pressed his palms to Lao Dao's head, and he was ready to read the memory directly.

"Don't! Please let me go!" Zhang Xian said quickly on the other side to restore his ability to speak.

Mental force invaded this old-fashioned brain, and Locke was surprised that after experiencing a weak resistance, Locke's consciousness was squeezed out.

"Shen Nian?" Locke wondered.

He can feel that he can forcibly break through the old thoughts with the strong spiritual power of the first-class creatures, but this is not worth the effort. For the knowledge in the old mind, it is not worth Locke to spend so much mental energy.

After looking at the ugly face after being shocked by mental power, Locke was sure to get whatever he wanted from his mouth.