Daojun reborn in Marvel

The golden flames swayed, and in a short while, the money rat pigtails of Sun Wukong, who was originally the gang leader, were completely burned away.

Looking at the ashes on the ground, Princess Xiangyun showed a trace of sadness on her face and her eyes were blank.

Hundreds of years ago, her people and her compatriots were wiped out by the ugly rat-braided iron cavalry, and now the only sword that followed her out of history was broken today. Although the great revenge has been avenged now, But sometimes she still can't get out, even though she has been practicing Taoism for 400 years.

But she is the daughter of Ming Shenzong Zhu Yijun, the princess of the old Ming Dynasty. Her name is Zhu Ying, her female title is Xiangyun, and her Taoist name is Xiangyunzi.

Suddenly, she suddenly missed the Wudang Mountains where it snowed every year. She missed her master, her senior sisters and junior sisters, and she also missed the Hanfu she was wearing.

Wang Li kicked away the headless Sun Wukong and walked slowly to Princess Xiangyun. He looked at Princess Xiangyun who was half sitting up, and then at the half-broken sword in her hand, with a trace of pity on his face.

"This Qi sword is a good sword, it's a pity," Wang Li said softly.

As soon as she heard Wang Li's voice, Princess Xiangyun suddenly woke up from her memory. She wiped the corners of her eyes, struggled to stand up with the hem of her skirt, and then gave a Taoist ceremony to Wang Li, who was Yingying.

"Wudang Quanzhen Sect Songhe Taoist Temple Xiangyun pays homage to Taoist Master Jinque of Shangqing Dynasty" The voice is clear and sweet.

"It turns out he's a kid from the Quanzhen Sect." Wang Li smiled softly, and a healing spell flew into Princess Xiangyun's body. In an instant, Xiangyun's wound that had been bitten by a ghost was quickly healed.

"Why have you seen me? It seems that few people know my name."

"I was fortunate enough to see the portrait of Grandmaster Dao Jun at the Zhengyi Sect Ceremony in Wudang Mountain. I was not sure at first, but through the actions of the two Yan Juns, I was completely sure." Princess Xiangyun pinched the corner of her skirt and lowered her head in a restrained manner. , replied respectfully to Wang Li.

"Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect there to be a Taoist with such orthodox teachings like you in this world. Are you a practitioner of Wen Shi Zhen Sutra?" Wang Li asked again, but even though he was asking, he already knew Xiang Yun at a glance. What is the princess's way of doing things?

"Yes, I am practicing the Wenshi Sutra. I have been practicing Taoism for 462 years now. I am ashamed of my master and all the ancestors. I have been wasting my time on the path for hundreds of years."

"What's the point of feeling guilty? You've done a great job, and it's not your fault. It's all our old immortals' fault." Wang Li looked at Princess Mu Xiangyun who looked admiringly at him, and smiled in appreciation. He comforted her.

"The Taoism of your Quanzhen sect and my Shangqing sect both belong to the Zhengyi sect. If we don't join sects, I won't be considered a transgressor. From now on, you can follow me to practice Taoism."

He has always loved and cared for the juniors of the Taoist sect, and he would not be able to help them at all.

In fact, not only him, but almost all Taoist people have this kind of character. This kind of character of caring for the younger generation is actually rooted in their Taoist teaching method.

Their Taoist sects are all disciples granted by their masters. There are six or seven people in each Taoist monastery. They work in the deep mountains and old forests all year round, cultivating their own crops. Over the past few decades and hundreds of years, we have been together, seeking support on the road, and have long become an inseparable part.

To a certain extent, the relationship between master and apprentice, and between brothers is closer than blood relatives.

This is why the word master existed in ancient times.

This master is different from the master. The meaning of their master is deeper.

Teachers, so preaching, imparting knowledge and solving doubts are also regarded as teachers for one day and father for life, their disciples are sons and their teachers are fathers.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, this kind of care and love for the younger generation is extremely shameless and shameless behavior. Every time they encountered someone like this, they would jump up and scold them, saying that they were incompetent and had no ability. They would beat the younger ones before the older ones, and beat the older ones before the older ones. It was very shameless.

But if you ask Wang Li to say, if you practice Taoism and don’t protect your shortcomings, then what kind of Taoism should you cultivate? If you don’t accept it, you can come too.

"I sincerely obey the order of Grandmaster Daojun." After hearing this, Princess Xiangyun knelt down excitedly and bowed to Wang Li again, which Wang Li accepted calmly.

"Get up. I'll repair the Qi family sword for you another day. It's a meeting gift for you." Wang Li saw that the sword in Princess Xiangyun's hand was of great significance to her. He also knew the history of China in this world. , Han orthodoxy experienced a major cliff break in the Ming Dynasty, and after several hardships, it is now possible to restore Han orthodoxy.

"I see that those with names in Dantai are all cultivators in the human world." Wang Li looked at Princess Xiangyun who could not conceal his elation and suddenly sighed lowly.

But he soon returned to normal, passed Xiangyun and walked towards the others.

"Let's go." Wang Li came to Zheng Xian and others and greeted him in the same way. At the same time, Wang Li raised his hand and cast a Taoist spell on the seriously injured Li Liang to help him complete the treatment of the wound.

The Divine Spear Bureau, the Ten Heroes and others did not dare to have any objections, and they all nodded quickly.

"Master Daojun, go there." Fan Wujiu raised a ghostly black cloud to wake everyone up.

"Go to Beiping first and send Director Zheng and others there."

"Okay" After understanding where he was going, Fan Wujiu directly lifted up the dark clouds and flew towards Beiping at a very fast speed. As an immortal, he was now much faster than Wang Li.

"Uncle, you seemed to be saying that we were pretty boys just now." As everyone was wrapped in black and white impermanent magic and flying quickly towards Peiping, Xie Bian suddenly squeezed to Lei Nian's side and whispered in his ear.

"Ah, no, Lord Yan, I heard it, haha, I heard it wrong." Lei Nian shuddered, and a fine drop of sweat broke out on his forehead. He denied it continuously.

I don’t know how they heard it, but it’s not right. How do they, old antiques, know the meaning of pretty boys?

What he didn't know was that Xie Bian and the two men were the Black and White Lords of Hell in charge of life and death, and the memories of the dead souls around them had long been absorbed by them, so they knew the basic situation of the world in detail.

"Oh that's good, maybe it's my tinnitus."

Xie Bian snorted, but did not continue to delve deeper. Instead, he continued: "Oh, by the way, I see that your hair is a bit bald. I still have some insights into hair loss and baldness."

As he spoke, Xie Bian took out a white card from his arms.

"I see you all use business cards here. Here, this is my business card. If you need anything in the future, please contact me. We are now friends."

Lei Nian shivered and took the business card handed to him by Xie Bian. He saw Xie Bian's name written on this white business card, with the four characters "Making Money at First Sight" printed on the back.

There is also a line of small characters at the bottom. The small characters say, Yincao Difu Subdistrict Office.