In the beginning, I dig the graves of my ancestors and I become a cultivator and a monster.

"Is there an extra prison in my consciousness?"

Zhang Ping couldn't help being surprised and couldn't believe it!

However, the prison was empty, and no walking objects could be seen being imprisoned.

There are three large golden characters inlaid in front of each cell door.

One is 'refining'.

The other is 'punishment'.

The third is 'crossing'.

There is another sentence below:

"Every time you surrender a demon, you will receive a spell."

At this time, the bronze bell rang, attracting Zhang Ping to go inside, and then two huge purple warehouse doors appeared in front of him.

Three thousand sects of spells.

Using this method, one can go to heaven and earth to kill demons.

By understanding the wonderful Dharma, you can seek immortality and gain freedom.

Zhang Ping read the ancient seal script in front of the library gate.

In just a few words, Zhang Ping's life aspirations were revealed.

At this time, the warehouse door slowly opened.

A wisp of clear coolness came over me.

Zhang Ping felt a shock all over!

Keep your eyes open!

I found that the huge warehouse door had disappeared at some point, leaving behind a scrawled earthen house and dim oil lamps.

There is a faint medicinal fragrance in the air.

He woke up.

He was tied up with five flowers and thrown in front of the ancestor's memorial tablet at home.

"Just... was I dreaming?"

Zhang Fangfang just woke up and immediately felt extremely regretful!

I thought I got a golden finger!

Hey!

"Zhang Ping is awake and can be tortured!"

Hearing the sound, he quickly looked around behind him!

I found all the family elders and relatives with angry faces!

Under the sallow light, it looked extremely ferocious!

Zhang Ping's butt suddenly tightened.

I didn’t get the golden finger, but retribution came!

"Everyone, uncles and aunties, are you all here?"

"Have you had dinner?"

He smiled in apology, his face full of desire for survival.

"Zhang Ping, why do you have the nerve to ask this question?"

A middle-aged man wearing yellow kudzu gritted his teeth and cursed angrily: "You dug up my grandfather's grave for such a big deal, how can I not come!"

"Not only am I here, but other clan members are also here!"

Zhang Ping looked up and saw that the person speaking was Zhang Bufan, the grandson of his third uncle whose ancestral grave was dug out by him!

"My fellow tribesmen, I am the one who failed to teach my son well, and I will give you an explanation right now!"

Lao Zhang's face was full of shame, and he raised his calloused hands to hit Zhang Ping!

"Dad! Wait a minute!"

"I dreamed about your dad!"

"There must be something wrong with our Zhang family's ancestral tomb!"

Zhang Ping hurriedly shouted to Lao Zhang!

"Stinky boy!"

"You dreamed about my dad, right? If you keep talking nonsense, I will send you to see my dad right now!"

Lao Zhang slapped him on the back of the head!

Zhang Ping was anxious: "Dad! I really dreamed about grandpa!"

"He was wearing a purple robe and preaching to millions of people on a high tower!"

Hearing this, Lao Zhang couldn't help but remain silent.

The faces of the bystanders changed slightly.

This guy Zhang Ping...

Very ill.

Who doesn’t know that your grandfather was famous as a bastard before he passed away...

He still preaches to millions of people?

And the purple robe?

Dao Ancestor?

"Old Zhang, there is Dr. Chen on Southeast Market Street. Please take Zhang Ping to visit him."

“It’s better to spend some money than lose your mind.”

"It's a pity that such a handsome child should be so stupid."

The tribesmen all made suggestions and pointed fingers at Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping: Who is stupid?

I am sober in this world!

The dream just now must be related to Goldfinger!

At this time, Zhang Bufan shouted again: "Old Zhang! Now your Zhang Ping has dug out my grandfather and many relatives. How can we compensate for this?"

Lao Zhang looked embarrassed and smiled: "Can I pay you five spiritual crystals?"

In this world of immortality, there are magicians who can turn stone into gold.

Therefore, gold and silver are mostly used for decoration and utensils.

The real value is the spiritual stone.

One low-grade spiritual stone is worth ten spiritual crystals. You can go to the market to buy a few low-grade spiritual talismans and some cultivation supplies.

It can also be exchanged for a load of grain, which is enough for the farmer's family to eat for more than a month.

"What? Only five spiritual crystals as compensation?"

Zhang Bufan cursed angrily: "The man who was dug out by your Zhang Ping is my own grandfather!"

There was a pause.

he added.

"You have to pay more!"

Other tribesmen echoed at the same time: "Yes! More money!"

There was no other way, so Lao Zhang emptied his family fortune and signed several IOUs before sending everyone away.

Zhang Ma was very melancholy.

I'm afraid these days are getting more and more difficult.

Zhang Ping felt quite guilty.

If I could become a monk, my family wouldn't have to worry about a few taels of silver.

But from birth to the age of eighteen, he still has no spiritual roots.

"It would be great if that dream were true..."

He murmured a wry smile.

I can’t help but think of the purple-gold pagoda in my dream!

call!

At the moment when his thoughts were united, the mysterious purple-gold pagoda appeared in his consciousness!

Zhang Ping was dumbfounded.

Did you dream as soon as you closed your eyes?

Sleep quality is so good?

When he woke up, he suddenly opened his eyes!

Fata is still in the consciousness!

Not gone!

The poverty of the home can also be seen with both eyes!

There are also the spiritual tablets of grandpa and ancestors!

Old and familiar!

"This...isn't a dream?"

"The Dream Tower is integrated into my consciousness..."

Zhang Ping took a breath!

I saw in my consciousness that the door to the treasure house of the Dharma Pagoda slowly opened again!

The breeze blows and penetrates the heart!

Blowing up a ball of reddish flames in his sea of ​​energy!

Spiritual roots!

"This is... my spiritual root?"

"I have awakened my spiritual roots!"

"I can go to the Wandering Sect to practice! I can seek immortality!"

He exclaimed and lost his voice!

I can’t believe this dream came true!

But he knew that it must be the purple gold pagoda in his spiritual consciousness that helped him activate his spiritual roots!

Lao Zhang and Zhang's mother looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

Going round and round, what is supposed to come will come.

But I didn't expect that this boy would awaken the unique evil spirit root!

And got that object!

If he can learn well, he will be a blessing to the world!

It is very likely that the common people will usher in great fortune, and thousands of flowers will bloom in the world of immortality!

If he goes astray, he is a monster!

Then the world may usher in disaster, and everything in the world of immortality will wither!

The couple's eyes were solemn.

But after several breaths, they also understood that destiny cannot be violated.

Forget it, this is his life.

If he wants to go to the Dancing Sect, let him go. He has grown up, and a man has ambitions in all directions. Everything depends on his own destiny.

……

The next day.

In Zhangjia Village, the morning sun is bustling and the morning breeze is rippling.

"Son, monsters are infested and the world is dangerous. You must be careful when you go to the Wandering Sect."

Lao Zhang handed over a rusty sword from his home for self-defense.

Zhang Ping smiled peacefully: "Dad, the Langzong Sect is on the Langlang Mountains. How can any monster dare to run wild here?"

"Besides, I'm just applying for a job as a handyman and haven't gone out into the world yet, so don't worry. You can keep this long sword."

Lao Zhang shook his head with a deep look in his eyes: "Although the Langzong's array is powerful and not afraid of monsters, wherever there are people there are rivers and lakes."

"Sometimes people's deceptions are more sinister than monsters."

"Give me the long sword."

As he said this, Lao Zhang took the hatchet from Zhang Ping's waist and replaced him with a long sword.

A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. After putting on a long sword, Zhang Ping's temperament suddenly changed.

With sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, he is handsome and has the air of a young chivalrous man.

Zhang Ma's eyes were moving, and she had something in mind.

This boy looks somewhat similar to his father's heroic appearance back in the day.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years passed.

The years are really like songs, which makes people nostalgic.

"Go, the family has enough food, and the parents are strong, don't think about it."

Lao Zhang gently patted Chen Ping on the shoulder, with tears in his eyes.

Zhang Ma turned her head slightly and couldn't bear to look directly.

Zhang Ping walked forward and looked back.

The medicinal fields in the distance are green.

The stream is flowing, and the chickens and dogs are crowing.

Everywhere is so familiar.

"I'll go too."

Zhang Ping took a breath and didn't look back.

"son……"

Lao Zhang and Zhang's mother held hands and watched from a distance, full of reluctance. They didn't turn around until Zhang Ping disappeared at the entrance of the village.

Smile brightly.

"This traitor is finally gone! I'm really afraid that he won't be able to talk about it again!"

"Husband, will you kill a chicken tonight and open a bottle of old wine to celebrate?"

"My wife's suggestion is very good! I only regret that my sword went with the traitor."

"Husband, don't worry. Yesterday he dared to dig the Zhang family's ancestral tomb, and tomorrow he will dare to dig the Wandering Sect's spiritual bone pagoda."

"Without the treasure, I'm afraid this traitor will be hacked to death in minutes."

Listening to his beloved wife's guidance, Lao Zhang nodded slowly.

It is also.

The treacherous son is so reckless that he even dares to dig his ancestors' graves, so he can't defend himself at all.

But that traitor is born with a love for money. Will he think that the rusty sword is worthless and sell it as scrap metal?

I thought about it.

That's it.

If you let him ask, that's his business.

Everyone from the Wandering Sect, I’m sorry.

The evil spirits are coming, so wish yourselves good luck.