I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

Zhang Daoling slowly fell down from the earth wall, like a feather swaying slowly in the air. He raised his hand, and the wooden sword inserted in the wall flew over with his move, and flew to In his hand was a very beautiful sword flower.

Before Zhang Sulin could react, he saw a black smoke full of evil coming out of the body of the evil ghost that was split into two.

His expression changed slightly, "Be careful!"

The moment he finished speaking, an evil ghost's face emerged from the black smoke, and its ferocious fangs bit straight into the young man's neck.

But at this moment, the young man turned his palm over, and a bolt of lightning shot out from his palm, hitting the evil ghost solidly.

The powerful thunder and lightning struck him to pieces in an instant.

Zhang Sulin recognized the technique, it was palm thunder.

The young man didn't even bother to turn his head to take a look at the evil ghost. Instead, he looked at Zhang Sulin and looked him up and down with a scrutinizing eye.

For some reason, even though he looked several rounds older than this young man, he still felt a sense of urgency and did not dare to meet his eyes.

"You have good talents, but it's a pity that you were born in the wrong era." He commented.

After a pause, he asked again, "Is your surname Zhang?"

Although the voice of the young man in front of him is childish, his behavior and tone are like that of an old man who has lived for a long time.

At this moment, how could Zhang Sulin not know that this must be a Taoist monk who has rejuvenated his youth?

He then bowed, bowed and respectfully replied, "Junior Zhang Sulin."

After a pause, he asked curiously, "I wonder what I should call you, senior?"

Zhang Daoling replied casually, "Old Taoist, I have the same surname as you, my first name is Daoling, and my courtesy name is Fuhan."

On one side, Zhang Sulin's young apprentice Ruixiang seemed to have thought of something and murmured softly.

"Zhang Daoling, courtesy name Fuhan?"

He turned his head and tugged at the hem of his master's clothes.

"Master, this seems to be the name of the Ancestral Master."

But Zhang Sulin was completely speechless.

Just looking at the young man in front of him, countless emotions flashed across his eyes, shocking, distracted, and unbelievable.

He opened his mouth slightly, feeling that his mouth was dry at the moment. He wanted to say something, but couldn't.

But suddenly, he knelt down in front of Zhang Daoling with a plop, his eyes filled with tears.

"Zhang Sulin, a descendant of the Zhang family, has met his ancestors!"

Hearing the sound, the other Taoist priests behind him also realized something. They were shocked and hurriedly knelt down.

But then, Zhang Sulin remembered what Li Gui had just said, raised his head and said anxiously.

"Ancestor, the evil ghost said that a group of fierce ghosts are attacking Longhu Mountain."

Zhang Daoling narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand and calculated a few times, and then continued.

"You deal with the aftermath here and then return to Longhu Mountain."

After saying that, he turned over and stepped on the fairy sword again, and flew straight towards Longhu Mountain with the sword.

Zhang Sulin and the other Taoist priests just watched Zhang Daolin leave, Ruixiang said with emotion on the side.

"Using a sword and riding the wind, he can eliminate demons in the world. This is the true immortal in the world."

"senior."

The Taoist priests who followed Zhang Sulin couldn't help but say.

"Is that really my Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Daoling?"

"Can it be fake?" Zhang Sulin rolled his eyes and said, "Existences like them disdain to use other people's names."

"Daozhang Zhang! We are here to help!"

At this time, Zhang Qiang ran in from the gate, holding a hatchet in his hand, and behind him was the young man from the village, both holding hoes and pitchforks.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw the officers and soldiers lying on the ground, and their faces turned pale.

But soon, they also saw Lao Yangtou's son lying on the ground and being split into two.

Although he was still shocked, he was also slightly relieved.

"The evil spirit has been killed by the real person from Longhu Mountain." Zhang Sulin said.

"As expected of a real person from Longhu Mountain." Zhang Qiang said with a smile.

Zhang Sulin did not answer. He looked at the officers and soldiers on the ground and sighed.

"That's right. I waited too late."

The villagers also fell silent.

Zhang Sulin said no more, but quietly looked at the direction Zhang Daoling was leaving.

He couldn't describe his feelings at the moment.

But it is undeniable that at this moment, his heart is just like the sea during the battle that day, with turbulent waves.

Zhang Peiyuan, the current Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, put on a purple robe and prepared to go to the main hall to hold a ritual ceremony.

Now this time is approaching the Spring Festival. As the most important festival of the year, the gods from heaven will follow the Jade Emperor to the mortal world to show the world the "universal celebration" of Taoist gods and to examine the good and evil deeds of the world.

At the same time, Taoists in Taoist temples will also hold a grand fasting ceremony to pray for people's blessings and disaster relief, and wish the country peace and prosperity and good weather.

When building a memorial ceremony, an altar must be set up first, which is called the "Jiao altar" or "Dharma altar". "Altar" refers to a high platform built with earth on flat land for worshiping gods and ancestors.

Different forms of Zhaijiao often have altars of different sizes.

Large-scale fasting and worship activities usually have several altars built, one of which is the main altar, called the "dutan", and the other altars are called "sub-altars".

The rest of the mages also put on special clothes for presiding over rituals, and many Taoist priests had gathered in the square.

"Where is Su Lin?" Zhang Peiyuan asked, "Aren't you back yet?"

The purple-robed Taoist priest on one side said, "Not yet, it looks like things are going to be quite troublesome."

At this moment, the sky has dimmed, and darkness has enveloped the sky. The dense mist gushes out from nowhere and gradually spreads throughout the square.

"It's getting late." Zhang Peiyuan said, "Forget it, ignore him, let's start the Dharma conference."

"Yes."

However, when Zhang Peiyuan was about to walk to the altar, he frowned and looked at the mist wandering around. There were more and more mist as time went by.

For some reason, he felt that there was an uncomfortable aura in the mist, a bit ghostly.

"Recently, the world has become increasingly unstable." Zhang Peiyuan murmured in a low voice, "I hope this ritual can drive away these evil spirits."

He turned around and was about to go to the hall, when suddenly!

Several people fell from the sky and landed heavily in the center of the square, in front of Zhang Peiyuan.

When he calmed down and took a closer look, these people turned out to be disciples of their mountain sect!

But at this moment, they had completely lost their vitality, their orifices were bleeding, their faces were as pale as paper, and their appearance of death was extremely miserable.

Zhang Peiyuan's heart sank, and a bad premonition emerged from the bottom of his heart.

The old Taoist priest on one side obviously knew these disciples, and he quickly stepped forward and shouted.

"Han Yuan! Boxing"

But obviously, the Taoist priest on the ground will no longer respond.

The surrounding fog became thicker and thicker, and in the ears of Zhang Peiyuan and all the Taoist priests present, a strange and sinister smile could be heard.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!!!"

Zhang Peiyuan immediately looked at the source of the sound. On the edge of the house at the end of the square, a group of monsters that did not look like humans were standing there.

In the darkness, their eyes exuded scarlet light, and their figures were looming under the mist.

Some were three meters tall and had muscles all over their bodies, while others had skin as pale as paper, were thin, and had disheveled hair.

But the most terrifying thing is the donkey-faced monster in the middle. He is about four or five meters tall, with his mouth slowly grinning and his eyes flashing fiercely.

Although Longhu Mountain has dealt with many ghosts and monsters over the years, it has never seen any real ghosts with its own eyes.

So at this moment, I saw so many ghosts.

The Taoist priests present were enveloped in a chill and stood frozen in place.

Fear deeply enveloped their hearts